Doodles (and stray cat hair) of some Journey/Myst crossover pictures that I might or most likely might not do. The traveler = the stranger, y/y? Aside from that whole interacting with things that only hands can interact with. Unless the traveler just bashes his face against stuff until it does what he wants. Which is already how I assume travelers (which are apparently called Rythulians) interact with stuff they can’t chirp at, fly over, or jump on.
Also, I have totes played the game like six times now. So I’m not just flailing about a game I’ve never played anymore. And one of my companions recorded us here. They were kind enough to cut out my repeated failures at flying/walking/listening/existing and it was v. fun.
With my back to the wall, I had nowhere to escape. The creeper ran at me, and in that brief, hissing moment before I died, I realized: I knew that look of horror eternally etched onto its face. It didn’t hate me. It hated itself, and it hated the world that would spawn it. After all, the creeper’s silent, terrible expression asked, who in their right minds would think pigs looked and moved like that in the first place?