Moving Out Monday #36 – Showcase: The Legend of Rake Island
Hello Moving Friends,
Today we bring to you a most thrilling post. An epic tale of mystery and enchantment that sweeps across the ages of both man and mover alike.
We bring you the TALE OF RAKE ISLAND ----the vibrato of the booming voice in your head both delights and astounds you. It also knocks you off your feet. Somehow. Impossibly. It must be a very loud voice indeed.
With every element placed meticulously by hand in the most mind-boggling formation: the very rakey death-trap of despair looms just ahead. Do you have the stamina to survive? The will to succeed? Do you have the patience for an old-school time-and-motion study, my adventure-gaming friend?
We, the creators of the ripping tale were forced to delve deep into the mind of a rake. A dark and lonely road that answered few, but asked many questions. What does a rake see? What does a rake feel? Questions, big questions, with nothing but rakes to answer. Rakes that have no mouths and have no teeth. Rakes with no eyes or ears or any sensory instruments to help us understand at all.
We may have come to the conclusion that rakes, in fact, feel nothing, and isn’t that a lucky thing indeed? Movers, on the other hand, may feel a considerable lot. Things like rakes (that don’t feel) hitting them again and again into oblivion and the sweet succour of unconsciousness. Perhaps the question we should have asked is… what is it that Movers feel?
In an effort to know, for certain, we asked some Movers. But they just used their emotes to kind of sort of a little bit communicate their apparent displeasure. It wasn’t very scientific and overall the results were lacklustre. They did tell us that Rake #17 was their favourite, and that #23 was a real piece of work.
When all is said and done, Rake Island exists in the surrealistic world of dreams and nightmares alike. Do you dare step foot on another rake again?
Until next time,
AdventureTeamSMG, Moving Out!
*No rakes were harmed in the making of this level. Except the ones that were stepped on. They were harmed, I guess.
Today we bring to you a most thrilling post. An epic tale of mystery and enchantment that sweeps across the ages of both man and mover alike.
We bring you the TALE OF RAKE ISLAND ----the vibrato of the booming voice in your head both delights and astounds you. It also knocks you off your feet. Somehow. Impossibly. It must be a very loud voice indeed.
With every element placed meticulously by hand in the most mind-boggling formation: the very rakey death-trap of despair looms just ahead. Do you have the stamina to survive? The will to succeed? Do you have the patience for an old-school time-and-motion study, my adventure-gaming friend?
We, the creators of the ripping tale were forced to delve deep into the mind of a rake. A dark and lonely road that answered few, but asked many questions. What does a rake see? What does a rake feel? Questions, big questions, with nothing but rakes to answer. Rakes that have no mouths and have no teeth. Rakes with no eyes or ears or any sensory instruments to help us understand at all.
We may have come to the conclusion that rakes, in fact, feel nothing, and isn’t that a lucky thing indeed? Movers, on the other hand, may feel a considerable lot. Things like rakes (that don’t feel) hitting them again and again into oblivion and the sweet succour of unconsciousness. Perhaps the question we should have asked is… what is it that Movers feel?
In an effort to know, for certain, we asked some Movers. But they just used their emotes to kind of sort of a little bit communicate their apparent displeasure. It wasn’t very scientific and overall the results were lacklustre. They did tell us that Rake #17 was their favourite, and that #23 was a real piece of work.
When all is said and done, Rake Island exists in the surrealistic world of dreams and nightmares alike. Do you dare step foot on another rake again?
Until next time,
AdventureTeamSMG, Moving Out!
*No rakes were harmed in the making of this level. Except the ones that were stepped on. They were harmed, I guess.