2018 may have been a brilliant year for gaming, but here’s the thing: Nobody wants to remember the good times. Instead, we’re hardwired to automatically complain when given the chance, and the year that was had no shortage of absolutely valid complaints. You look back at the last trip around the gigantic ball of flaming gas that gives us life, and there was plenty to hate on.

We want to hear from you: What was the best game of 2017? Was it Wolfenstein II: The New Colossus? Persona 5’s anime anarchy? EA’s loot box con?

Meade’s calculations say that the number 33 is to blame, as Planet X will arrive to squish us all into cosmic dust on September 23 according to doomsday prophet David Meade. Are we laughing at these claims? Yes, yes we are. Hell, we might even be chortling and guffawing at them. What if Meade is right though? What if tomorrow truly is the end of the world?

Everyone drinks coffee, right? But how do you take it, and what does that say about you?

Dogs are adorable, loving and loyal. Supposedly, they're man's best friend. But are they really the best pets?

I once needed to stand at the forefront of mobile technology. I had to have the latest phone, the greatest gadget. If I wasn’t playing with the newest flagship from some or other provider, I wasn’t happy. Now? I don't care.

Console launches are odd. The fear of missing out is more than real, for a device for which there presumably will be plenty of stock a few months down the line. Nobody needs to own a console on launch day, but there’s something special about being there for it.

Test cricket is cricket at its worst when compared to some fresh T20 innings. Boring, tedious and time-consuming stuff that’s about as exciting as a slideshow of your relative’s vacation to Bloemfontein. Or is it?