Well, part of a poem.
A poetically-minded alien might be tempted to fill in the gap.
A fancier alien who took a module in postmodernism might hail the poetics of the fragment.
I’m shamelessly piggybacking on my own academic research here.
But look, it’s on point.
Not vast, but certainly sorrowful and vexing.
Oh, and hovering synthwave mazes.
And minigames featuring bubbled green cats and chunky dice.
Your equipment consists of a pop-up organiser for note-taking, with phrases manually typed in.
Typing is also how you’ll cast spells during simple turn-based battles with creatures like door-blocking gargoyles.
I played about 30 minutes of the Itch demo yesterday and got stuck on a puzzle involving sewer valves.
I’d like to play more, perhaps after itlaunches on Steam.
Now, what would be the most obvious and obnoxious way to finish this article.
