Chris Capel's troubles don't seem so far away, because he's playing this adventure.
Reviews by Chris Capel
Chris Capel took a load of fashionable photographs of robots until he was told this was the wrong type of 'shoot'.
There's a gravestone on Boot Hill with Master Sergeant Chris Capel's name on it.
Chip in head, billowy trenchcoat on body, Persuadertron in hand. Just a usual night out for Chris Capel.
Chris Capel moves, pauses, clicks five times, has his gun jam and then dies. Many times.
It's an alien attack tower defence game, apparently. With a (literal) twist!
Chris Capel does not simply walk into Dol Guldur.
Chris Capel doesn't have any arms, so we figured he was the perfect person to write about Rayman.
An adventure game 65 million years in the making.
In the PC reviewing tongue he is Chris Capel, Oblivion Hater!
Chris Capel is the fastest thing alive… twice!
"It can't possibly be any worse than Gothic 4, right?" said Chris Capel fatefully upon receiving this review.
Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, spectre, ghost or Chris Capel?
The end of Fallout? Chris Capel returns to the Mojave one last time.
We enter the gates of Arkham City, where Chris Capel is the goddamned Batman.
When it comes to renegade scum, Chris Capel is the scummiest around.
Chris Capel checks out the PC exclusive FPS from the makers of The Witcher, Painkiller and, er, Art of Murder: FBI Confidential.
Vuvuzela sandwich monsters, robot dinosaurs, jetpack monkeys, headless topless women with big bombs, Chris Capel’s shot them all.
Chris Capel sets fat hookers on fire, steals laptops from dwarves and orders a load of meat. Professionally.
Chris Capel had his brain, spine, and heart removed. Then he became a games critic.