by Kat Brewster on (#1P3XA)
I’d normally rather stay at home with a virtual romance, but the game allowed me to build a comfortable – and perhaps long-lasting – bond while out and aboutI can feel my shoulders freckling in the summer sun. The heat borders on oppressive and a thin line of sweat beads at my hairline, barely cooled by a passing breeze. I am standing next to a pond, atop a giant sundial where high noon betrays no shadows, and I am sending a Tentacruel – a giant poisonous jellyfish – to attack the man across from me. There are no tumbleweeds to set the scene, no spaghetti-western whistles or wide-frame cuts to layer on the tension, but my finger still twitches to the countdown of our duel.Three. Two. One. Go.