I adore this game, and I might never finish this post.
One level, named Race, got stuck in my head.
It is fairly simple.
Stab that demon to start the clock and you must reach the end before the chain reaction does.
I liked the level.
After getting the gold medal and then the ace medal, I stuck around and kept honing.
Then I still kept honing, competing with myself, revelling in improvements big and small.
I’m going to show you two runs.
A successful-but-bad run first, then my best time.
The difference between them is only 6 seconds but that’s plenty to make my heart pound.
It’s a combination of dozens of tiny shaves and optimisations which delights me so.
Figuring out how late in the chain I should shoot was a whole other problem.
This process is a delight.
God, I do not understand how Esposito managed some of those dev records.
I’ll soon tumble from #1 down into the hundreds or thousands.
Even now, I’m thinking about how I can shave fractions of a second off my best time.
You see the sloppiness, don’t you?
You see the mistakes?
How I needn’t stray so near that second pair of pickups?
The time wasted basically standing still?
How I could airdash farther down the viaduct if I had the snapshot aim of a young person?
How maybe I could misuse the second bouncepad demon for an extra boost?
You too see the opportunites to go at least 200ms faster, don’t you?
I want to be better.
I will do better.
