Once again, we find our plucky little heroine in a colossal room of rough-hewn stone covered in little knobby chunks that jut from the wall. Cobwebs and grime everywhere, it's hardly the kind of place you'd expect to find a ravishing beauty in tiny hot pants ... and yet, this all seems so familiar.
Eyeing the niches and crevices along the wall for handholds, she stretches her supple calves in preparation for the absurd chain of leaps, swings and rolls on deck for execution. Why go through all of these acrobatic exercises? Because she's Lara Croft and it's her all-consuming passion to turn a tiny stone statue a quarter turn to the left so that an ancient contraption designed by psychotic Bolivian architects will grant her access to the treasure held deep within the tomb.