You push over one tree, then maybe you push over another. If you ever do a bit of writing, you might know this feeling. Writing looms very large when you haven’t done it. I find that the direct approach rarely works. Instead, I sidle up, almost dreamily. Oh, I’ll just start a new document – not doing anything, just a document. I’ll write a preliminary note or two. Maybe just a pass at an opening sentence…
A Monster’s Expedition is the kind of puzzle game that makes me nervous in principle. It’s made by clever people. It’s about rolling logs around – a bit like Stephen’s Sausage Roll – and that suggests a daunting kind of spatial challenge. So I sidle up. I load it. Oh, the music’s lovely and gentle. Oh, green and gold – sun in gently rippling grass. Oh, I can work back mistakes one at a time. I’ll just see how movement feels. Maybe I’ll try this first island…
You’re a monster, right, exploring a lovely bunch of blockish islands. Each island is part of an archipelago, which is a word I never pass up the chance to use. They’re separated by narrow stretched of water – just narrow enough? To be bridged by one of these trees scattered around the place?