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Thy next foe is...
Written by ScottAG on Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Shadow of the Colossus has got to be one of the best games I've played in recent years. I wish I could take it with me to work and play it on one of my portable systems. Just the thought of slaying titans of mystic origins on-the-go provides me with a high that only morphine can top.
I wonder, though, if I could somehow sneak a PS2 into my office. Using my projection screen to display the game, I could perhaps claim that SotC inspires my artistic talents, aiding me in my spiritual search for the proper angle I need to take next on my current storyboard. As if each spurt of oily black blood that comes rushing from a newly placed sword stab in a Colossus’ head arouses an idea – no – an image, one that represents the very fabric of my existence. In this marvelous spectrum of mine own cerebral, I can see it; the reason for life, the purpose for all mankind, its essence so vibrant and full of wonder that it brings alive the primal artistic thoughts that would make even Dali himself shit his pants in excitement.
Then, right after that epiphany, I can finally sit down and get to work; carefully sketching the cartoon man sitting on a couch, throwing a beer at his wife. And that perfect angle you see right before the toss, that magic moment when all things come together with such a brilliant chemistry, that is the kind of extraordinary element that one can only siphon from the pure-magical-harmonious-beautiful-whatever-the-fuck energy that emits so gracefully from SotC.
I mean, shit, I managed to get a foosball table in here.
