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They better show more gameplay soon,this still looks like some mocked-up proof of concept stuff
Those waves are way too rough for that kid to be out there alone.
Glad that you're good my dude. That sounds scary as hell.I've probably told this story before, but this is probably a more fleshed out version.
Water is the scariest thing out there that looks innocent as hell. Twice in my life I was almost taken out by water, both times when I was in the Navy, and there were no lifeguards
Once when I was stationed in Italy, I got caught in a rip current when I was searching for seashells because I didn't want any of the tiny seashells by the beach. I got the bright idea to go farther out to get one of the big shells.
I swam down, got one The size of my hand. When I came up, I looked down and I was past the shelf. The shelf is where the ocean becomes the ocean. I can't tell you how far out. It might have been 200 yards or 500 yards, but it was far.
I looked toward the beach and the people were the size of ants, and I looked down and I saw blackness, and no sand. Regardless of how far it was, I knew that I went too far.
I put my head down and swam hard, as hard as I'd ever swam, toward the beach for 30 seconds... I went about 3 inches. Not just that, but it was still taking me back. I was still caught in it!
After a few tries, I paused, got my bearings, looked at the current. Some waves looked like they were going out toward the open ocean, and others looked like they were going in toward the beach. I remember hearing somewhere that I should be swimming diagonal.
After a couple more tries I realized how exhausting freestyle swimming is and utilized the backstroke and the dead man's float for when I got tired, or got cramped up.
I was out there for probably an hour, maybe more. I swam for a bit, arrested when I need it. The dead man's float I learned at NYSP helped me conserve my energy.
When I got to the beach, I collapsed, mouth all in the sand, the seashell prize I found had long since been forgotten, dropped somewhere in the ocean I just escaped. I vowed not to swim out that far ever again.
Water looks innocent, like it won't kill you at a moment's notice, like it won't change from good to bad in a blink of an eye or less. Water is fierce, and you won't know it until it has you and doesn't want to let go. It doesn't care that you're screaming. It doesn't care that you're crying.
I don't just thank God, I thank the teachers at NYSP, National Youth Sports Program in Cleveland. They taught me how to swim, and it's because of them I'm still alive.