Dirt Rally 2.0 almost killed me but Phil Mills calmed me down

My co-driver Phil Mills has a lovely, soothing voice. And it's a blessed island of calm in the madness that is Dirt Rally 2.0. I am hopped up on the free Red Bull served at the Red Bull Gaming Sphere (try the new tropical flavour, it’s like angry Lilt). I am nervously imagining the future scrutiny of YouTube as they tear my gameplay to pieces (“YOU CAN’T DRIVE LOLFACE POOPYHEAD”). Mainly, though, I am playing Dirt Rally 2.0, the sequel to one of the most hardcore racing sims in recent memory. And I’m driving at - I think - unsafe speeds on dusty New Zealand roads in a spunky Golf GTI that won't go where I point it. These are ideal conditions for a heart attack - a fate for which I’m still too young, regardless of what the infants on our staff will tell you - but then Phil focuses my mind with his authoritative pace notes, and soothes my soul with their chocolate-drizzled delivery. “OHMYPISSINGCHRISTIMGONNADIE -” “Two left opens don’t cut into three right, tightens two.” “Right you are, Phil. Right you are.” I like Phil. I trust Phil. I don’t want to let Phil down.

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