I finished Dragon Age: Origins again this afternoon. And as Jenny stood bathed in dying-archdemon-explosion-light, her sword sunk deep behind the archdemon's skull, I thought, we won . It's hard to explain how good that felt. This is the second time I've beaten the game. But even though I've won before, it never felt like winning . Winning was the most terrible thing I'd ever felt in a game. I watched the end game, went through the motions of conversations, and sent Jenny out into the world again, and the whole time I kept repeating Alistair over and over, in my head. For the first time, it felt like I had actually won . I could see the relief on the faces of the men in the battle below, and not hate them for being alive. After the speeches, when Jenny and Alistair have a moment to talk quietly, Alistair says that it's amazing to still be alive, and that Jenny is still alive, and how wonderful that is. And I think, you have no idea. Because I've
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