Our Weekly Roundup: ‘Devil May Cry,’ ‘Fooly Cooly’ and Warm Winter Nostalgia


As of late, I have been playing a lot of the games in the “Devil May Cry” series. Following a half demon, half human devil hunter named Dante, the game mostly consists of raunchy humor, wacky gameplay and fighting otherworldly monsters. It’s very early 2000s, PS2-type edgy charm.

Illustration courtesy of Capcom

Natalie: The cold weather this week has been tickling my fancy. I have waited patiently all year for Richmond’s first snowfall and it finally came on Jan. 15, decorating mailboxes, cars, trees, ceramic lawn animals, leftover Christmas decorations and sidewalks with a shimmery softness. The cold air is perfect for a nice walk to clear my head as I slowly get back into the school grind.

Naomi: I’ve been playing the Sims a lot. I remember being a kid and being shocked that the characters could “woohoo” and loving the EA art style, and now I have Wicked Whims installed (the girls that get it, get it!) and have my sims loaded up with custom content. I put my characters through the ringer, (their lives are almost too dramatic) but their pain is my entertainment. I’ve also been getting deep into Sims YouTube? I’m kinda sorta really invested in UrbanSims’ “Aime Xu” series and lie in agonizing wait for the next update. I’ve also been watching Kosmic Hippie’s “Ultimate Decades Legacy” to fall asleep at night.

Screenshots from my current household gameplay

Andrew: I have an announcement to make. 

After years of avoidance, after several failed attempts, I have finally, FINALLY started watching “One Piece.” And you know what? It’s great. The quadruple digit episode count was less than enticing, but now that I’ve really sunk my teeth into it, I found a new source of warm, 2000s anime nostalgia. 

Nothing quite hits the same as early shonen anime. Maybe it’s the opening and ending themes that get stuck in your head, the little title cards they play before and after commercials; the same gags and tropes that get repeated every episode. The beauty of familiarity is like a warm blanket wrapped around your legs and the orangey hue of an old tv.

Graphics by Sydney Folsom