“Living dangerously?” asked the developer as my skier held his grab to the very last second, barely sticking the landing. Still, the judges at Pyeongchang were impressed, awarding my run with a top score in the Slopestyle competition. One more run like that, and the gold was mine.
But in my next run, I got a bit ambitious on my double backflip and landed on my head, the ragdoll physics splaying my poor skier across the snow. The commentators were aghast. The crowd went silent. With such realism, I half-expected an ambulance to wheel onto the snow. I not only ended up knocking my skier out cold, but out of medal contention. Ouch. Such is the duality of going for glory in Steep: in attempts to reach new heights, you’ll either achieve Olympic glory or gloriously fail.
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But in my next run, I got a bit ambitious on my double backflip and landed on my head, the ragdoll physics splaying my poor skier across the snow. The commentators were aghast. The crowd went silent. With such realism, I half-expected an ambulance to wheel onto the snow. I not only ended up knocking my skier out cold, but out of medal contention. Ouch. Such is the duality of going for glory in Steep: in attempts to reach new heights, you’ll either achieve Olympic glory or gloriously fail.
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