Joan assessed the crowd, lighting upon the most interesting: young men turning white T - shirts into art, pinching the material tight and
rubber - banding each section until they looked like porcupines being dipped into huge steaming vats of colored dyes; the young woman with a bird's nest of purple hair sitting at a potter's wheel, slamming down hunks of clay, her hands moving nearly as fast as the wheel, cups, vases, plates, bowls, trays, appearing like magic; the elderly man in a worn blue linen
suit, a jaunty straw boater on his head, a smeared palette tight in his hand, painting a mammoth canvas of people on a beach staring
out at an ocean where a sailboat bobbed in the distance, though he himself was standing in a mowed field; the handsome young man at an old - fashioned school desk, a manual typewriter in front of him, a stack of paper to the side.
To be frank, of the ones which did ship — first - person blaster Resistance: Fall of Man,
rubber - burner Ridge Racer 7, giant robot - homage Mobile
Suit Gundam: Crossfire, arcade
outing Sonic the Hedgehog, fantasy role - player Untold Legends: Dark Kingdom and sword - slashing Asian adventure Genji: Days of the Blade — none stand
out as killer apps.