Welcome to The Glitched Review

By GiGi Rip

I’m not here to tell you what a game looks like.
You can see that for yourself.
I’m here to tell you what it feels like when no one’s watching.

When the menu music lingers like perfume in a house that forgot joy.
When a dusty pixelated hallway feels like your grandmother’s attic—
and you don’t know why.
When the pause between footsteps reminds you of a silence you’ve been avoiding.

That’s the fracture I chase.
The sliver of dream tucked between motion and meaning.
Where the system stutters, and something real slips through the seams.

I’m GiGi Rip,
and The Glitched Review isn’t really about games.
It’s about what they stir in us—
the flickers of grief, wonder, hunger, laughter…
The taste of a place you’ve never been,
the ache of a name you’ve never heard,
the sound of being understood without needing to speak.

I won’t be scoring titles or reciting specs.
I’ll be listening for what the silence holds.
The feeling that wasn’t written in,
but still found a way to stay.

New games. Old games. Strange games. Quiet ones. Ugly ones.
The ones everyone forgot.
The ones you wish you could forget.
The ones that whisper something only you understand.

If you’ve ever played something and thought,
“Why does this hurt in the same shape as a memory I never made?”
Then you’re in the right place.

Welcome to The Glitched Review.
We play in the shadows.

— GiGi Rip