When I started writing about games four years ago, I set out with the mindset that I would be playing games and writing about them. That was it. A simple, uninformed dream of a job title and one that I quickly discovered was not at all correct. I thought it would feel like easy work; I was “playing games and writing about them” after all. How hard could that possibly be? Not the first time a thought I had in college sounded increasingly dumber the older I got.

Video games have changed so much since its creation a little less than 70 years ago. Mobile games are becoming more popular than other gaming platforms in 2015. According to Big Fish Games, "The mobile gaming industry was projected to reach a staggering $29 billion in 2015, and then rise to almost double that amount ($45 billion) by 2018."

Videogames have always held a place located somewhere deep in the center of my heart. A place next to warm coffee, fried eggs, and a cigarette (which I’m trying to let go of). A place next to dark bars, loud music, dark beers, and boozy friends. A place next to Sunday morning snuggles, bedhead, and warm kisses in cold sheets.