I start by building a nice house and gathering sticks.
A few nights later I’m naked, house gone, scared, and being chased by things that absolutely should not exist.

It had its moment, but time has stripped away much of the illusion. The survival mechanics feel hollow, with no real reason to build, prepare, or engage beyond the bare minimum. What remains is a thin story that could be summarized in a few sentences, stretched out through mandatory cave crawling that quickly becomes really boring. The caves themselves start off eerie, then rapidly collapse into repetition, each one blending into the next until any sense of tension or discovery is gone. What once felt atmospheric now comes across as shallow and outdated, propped up more by nostalgia than by substance.

chose timmy over 3 other children just for this nga to be a mutant