My half tonne
genetically engineered superman rockets into the sky, two giant jet
engines strapped to his back, and a hammer the size of a small truck
gripped between his hands.
Reaching to top of my
flight arc, I feel like doom incarnate a living personification of
the Sword of Damocles. Hanging in the air for a moment, before
plummeting towards a hapless victim.
There
were times when I played Space Marine when just for a second
everything just clicked into place. In those moments it was hard not
to smile, the game made me feel like a unstoppable force of
nature full of momentum and power. At its best it was a intoxicating
and potent example of the sort of power fantasy that has increasingly
fallen out of favour as games have begun to seek mainstream cultural
acceptance.



