Alrighty, so you’re gunning for the freelance life as a game journalist. You’ve got a clip full of hot, armor piercing idea bullets locked and loaded. You’ve ripped off your stuffy day job tie and turned it into a sweet headband like Rambo. It’s time to kick some goddamn word ass. “Point me at some writing work, and I’ll totally NUKE that shit,” you say. Awesome enthusiasm. I like that. But you’ve got a little more legwork to do first, before it’s go-time. Sniff the air. Smell that? It’s the musky scent of paying work. Grab your word-powered flamethrower. Let’s go!