World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade

The finest art direction of any fantasy game: trippy but seamlessly so, like it all came together the only way it could. WoW's clunky physicality just pops with warped perspectives and spaces that seem to expand beyond the game container, cued exactly for when it knows you're breathless. The Fel Reaver, a giant that wanders the doom metal concept art of Hellfire Peninsula, is an all-timer. At a distance it moves with the eerie grace of one of Team Ico's colossi, evoking a similar loneliness (just here, it wanders eternally in space). But to forget about the Fell Reaver is to have the ground tremble and everybody else flee, and to have that inhuman loneliness shot through with fear of that which is beyond oneself. The Fel Reaver has a heart, but it does not beat for us. I wonder what it is looking for?