I can’t take it anymore. This absurd snowboarding masterpiece from 2003 has topped the one thing humans are designed to enjoy the most: sex. I’ve been playing this game for the past 20 years, and once again my love affair has kicked off over the past few weeks. Rather than feeling the touch of another soul, I want to feel the freshly powdered snow beneath my digital board become carved as I pull a BS Backflip 360 Kort Martial to Late Stalefish Fischerspooner Monster Trick.
An open world, personalisation focused, stat building game is stupidly innovative for 2003. Only few, if any, had any modern designs like this. A dynamic soundtrack that reacts to what’s on screen and a skill ceiling so high that after 1000s of hours and 20 years, I am still learning new techniques to this day.
The visuals, from snow cutting deep to a jacket flapping in the wind, look better than most games today. I can not express more to anyone reading this: pick up this game. There’s a reason Playboy gave this game a 100% rating; even Hugh Hefner preferred this to coitus.
SSX ruined my sex life and I’ve never been happier.
