The shapes, oh God the shapes. I’ll never be able to remove them from my mind; their neon colours are etched into the back of my retinas. The sound of electronica and pounding bass only intensify the memories, and my thumbs have never been able to stop twitching since. This is what fighting in the Geometry Wars does to you. It’s a nightmarish mix of dominance and submission. Every moment of strength you feel is married with one of pure, unadulterated, crushing defeat. This is a game you feel that you’ve mastered, and then it decides to really show you who’s boss.