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Brittany Vincent, known primarily through her pen name Molotov Cupcake, is a proud gamer of 18 years and counting. Yes, even in her old age when society dictates she should be lounging in a lawn chair and carrying a Vera Bradley purse, she'll still be pulling all-nighters, controller tightly in hand. Through her marvelous misadventures throughout pixelated universes, she routinely eviscerates virtual opponents, tempts fate by approaching wayward Zoloms, hides her valuables from Gimme Cats, and fully comprehends that the guitar is in her mind. From her humble beginnings via Snake, Rattle, n’ Roll, Super Mario Bros. 3, and The Legend of Zelda to her present-day multiplatform love affair, she is a multifaceted gamer who appreciates each and every system available with a vast amount of gaming-related knowledged packed into her brain. Over the past three years she has been freelancing at a multitude of online publications in order to level up to the coveted rank of Video Game Journalist. Her stats have grown, as evidenced if you make a quick trip to the menu, (Sarcasm + 5, Researching + 5, and Honesty + 10), but it's a long, difficult grind. Fortunately she is equipped with a smorgasbord of Phoenix Downs, Cup Noodles, and PSI Caramels for the occasional blow from fanboys, naysayers, and those who would stand in her way to becoming a hallowed professional. Though gaming attention deficit disorder has Brittany firmly in its clutches with tempting new releases here and there, DLC every other month, and money burning a hole in her pocket, she's gone back to enjoy several of these favorites time and time again -- titles that are dear to her heart. These consist of but are not limited to Parasite Eve, Final Fantasy IX, Chrono Cross, No One Lives Forever, Rise of the Triad, Space Channel 5, System Shock 2, Dead Space, Day of the Tentacle, and Um Jammer Lammy, whose protagonist's head is forever immortalized on Brittany's right upper arm, keeping close company with the moogle on her left calf. When her bank account, eyes, and social life aren't suffering from grueling hours of sweaty-palmed gaming and feverish scribbling, she may be found in the wild viewing anime or poring through manga, mingling in online forums, and working to hone her craft. Simple sleep or paralysis is not enough to catch her, though. No, a Master Ball may be in order. Until her dying breath she'll be wielding a BFG made entirely of killer drive and ambition...to someday become an honest-to-User member of the video game press, while stamping out stereotypes and passing on the ridiculosity of console, exclusive, and gender wars. So, are you ready? Game on -- no button mashing allowed.