I used to be a serious gamer. In 2026 I stopped playing games and deleted my Steam account — gaming had become too addictive for me, so I walked away from it. This page is a little museum of the worlds I once lived in. These days I mostly stick to a quiet game of chess.
My most-played game by a mile. Over 4k hours of spray control, clutch rounds and one-taps. The FPS that defined my reflexes.
The Elder Scrolls series has my heart, and Morrowind above all. Vvardenfell, the silt striders, the strangeness — nothing else feels like it.
Walling up, booming to the Imperial Age and raining trebuchets. The RTS I keep coming back to. Wololo.
Countless nights surviving the horde with friends. Still the gold standard for four-player co-op mayhem.
Closing Oblivion gates and getting lost in the Shivering Isles.
Fus Ro Dah. Endless mods, endless dragons, endless hours.
Every now and then I still jump into a random co-op game with friends — the fun was always about the people, not the score.