When I finally caught up with Peter Molyneux, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Dogulus Rift in a ramshackle bar just outside of Santa Rosa, CA, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. Molyneux hadn't been seen in the PC gaming community for years and, finally, I'd been approached by the PC Gamer Council to track the guy down. Molyneux, like Dogulus, wasn't in a great shape: "Come on, Peter," I said, carrying him slumped on my shoulder toward the door, "it’s time to get back in the saddle, you've been missed".
I stashed Molyneux in the back of my station wagon. He was rambling about AI and Kinect, so I took a moment and lit a cigarette. It was then, though, the bar’s…
