A desperate, last-ditch battle as the besieged human forces make one last stand against the fury of an unstoppable foe. Helm's Deep with giant, flame-handed tusk trolls.
The old RTS problem rears its grim-featured visage once again. Detailed, dramatic artwork becomes pointless when reduced to the scale of an ant colony attacking a half-eaten sandwich.
The clean, bright, clinical ambience of 2001 cleverly marred by the broken-down reality of Star Wars.
Genero sci-fi corridors, circa 1996.
The box looked awesome, didn't it? Oh dear...
We talk to the lead Art Director and Creature Designer for Dead Space and find out what it takes to do their jobs