Jared Rea

I knew that in my adventures I would be joined by a four-legged companion. A year ago, watching Peter Molyneux give a presentation on his canine NPC, I peered into a cynical future where I would be crusading across the land of Albion, joined only by a dog, for whom I’d feel nothing.

“Fantastic,” I’d say. “Now I don’t actually have to look for buried treasures.”

By journey’s end my hero, sealed in will and skin-tight hot pants, had sacrificed her world for the life of another. But the one thing she wouldn’t — couldn’t, even, was love.

Well played, Sir Molyneux.