Important-looking people with jumbles of mostly inscrutable letters appended to their names would have us believe that, generally speaking at least, women are much more inclined to playing co-operative games. Whether it’s social conditioning and/or some evolutionarily determined byproduct of biology and/or prevailing ratios of red blood cells to double chocolate ice-cream, women are simply not as competitive as men when it comes to just about everything except maybe shoe sales*.
Whatever the reason then**, I do love me a good co-op game, and – the evidence would seem to show – so do most of my double-breasted sister-brethren***. Now, statistically, almost half of all gamers these days fall into this category, so why is it, I wonder, that good co-op games are so few and far between?

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