Control
Touch the screen to start the game.
Description
Emma craves the rush of carving through fresh powder, her winters meticulously planned around Swiss slopes. Precision defines her—obsessively curated gear, from the carbon-reinforced board tuned for aggressive turns to the custom-fit, thermal-lined jacket hugging her frame. She rides with a calculated ferocity, knees bent low, body angled forward like an arrow nocking itself against the wind. Her gloves? Touchscreen-compatible but battle-scarred from icy lifts. Goggles? Mirrored lenses masking sharp eyes scanning for unchallenged terrain. No pastels here—her kit screams matte black interrupted by neon slashes, a warning flash against Alpine white. She doesn’t just descend mountains; she dissects them, each serpentine line down the piste a silent argument between control and chaos. Locals spot her by the rhythm: three swift turns, a pause to survey, then a drop into the steepest gully she can find. This isn’t recreation. It’s a dialogue with gravity, and Emma’s always mic’d up.
