Pocket Gamer: Sunday evening, around 8pm. My better half and I are sat on the sofa yelling out orders to each other, shaking our iOS devices, cackling like lunatics, and piloting a doomed spaceship as far as we can manage.
The instruments we're using to guide our ship are smeared with green goo, hanging on by a single bolt, and sparking furiously. We curve our way around a wormhole, only to be greeted by another, which turns our control panels into jelly. 9/10