I grab the faulty power transformer without listening, and am immediately electrocuted.
Worse still, I have to hammer a quick-time button to recover.
And I enjoy aspace gamethat makes me panic while alarms go off everywhere.
We haven’t covered it before, but it’s basicallyMy Summer Carin space.
Or perhaps Gravity starring Sandra Bullock, but funnier.
The escape pod is notoriously troublesome.
“I would rather die than have to escape in this thing,” he says.
It is full of small moments of comic misjudgement.
“you’ve got the option to’t get it wrong,” he says.
I fumble with the loose switch and drop it on the floor.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I’m a janitor.
But it’s possible the game is stealthily teaching me science.
The engineer colleague talks all about the correct ratios of oxygen to nitrogen in breathable air, for example.
You learn a lot quicker when faced with the practical concern of, you know, not dying.
The requirements soon stack up.
It is hugely cumbersome.
Go on, embrace a few mistakes.
