The rain in the apartment wasn't metaphorical; it was literal. A leak in the ceiling had created a steady drip-drip-drip into a bucket parked next to the TV stand. For Aris, a broke college student with a broken laptop and a longing for escapism, the atmosphere was crushing.
In the original retail version, the drop would have caused the screen to hitch. Now, the descent was fluid. He fired a strand of web. The physics engine calculated the arc instantly. As Spidey swung past a taxi, the motion blur didn't smudge into a pixelated mess; it looked