Although reminiscent of a matador's uniform, it confers on Ivy the aura of a hussar fighting on the wintry steppes halfway between the empires of the east and the west. Still, the better I get, the more obsessive, the more engaged I become in the minutiae of hit and kick combos, the more my reputation and likeability blooms. My keypad agility is generally limited to two-fingered text pecking and the occasional round of Solitaire. But when the Sega Dreamcast console found its way into the office, I stole a look over my shoulder to where some guy from Business Development was playing Soul Calibur with a project manager. I found that I couldn't help but turn completely around and watch my Ivy make short work of Kilik.
Fighting games have come a long way, there's no question about that.
Music is synchronized to the action, adding to the feeling of epic and spectacle. It's a good thing that I finally got involved in gaming. My reputation at work was suffering. It's almost like living through high school again, just without the nuns. Still, since I had initially proffered little interest in participating in the multiplayer LAN gaming, my stature was limited to my ineffable charm and generosity, which only goes so far when one's real reputation is measured in daily frags.