She is, in her own words, a ruinous “failure”.
After all, you’ve got the option to’t fail at drinking a cuppa.
You’re making tea, but that includes all the farming involved before the first flush.
Sow in a line to get a small hybrid plant with blue seeds.
There is somethingvery Dick Van Dykeabout the internal decor of the house.
Little toy trains wheel in and out of waterfalls and heaters - a washing machine for tea cups.
Automatic saloon doors launch the way from room to room with a satisfying creak.
you’ve got the option to tune some knobs to change the music playing in the shop.
The radio has three stations: “horse”, “dog”, and “cow”.
Alta has been pushing herself past the point of terrible burnout.
She eventually collapses every time you leave the tea shop’s restful glade.
And playing this opening I can see what they mean.
The core struggles Alta faces are difficulties a lot of us can relate to.
At one point she talks about a previous dream - to smithy her own sword.
Suddenly, after years of over-achieving, you’re a fuck-up.
There are two reactions: double down and try harder, or give up entirely.
When it ended after an hour or so, I was left thirsty for more.
And I’d feel warm and fuzzy if this extremely angry man stabber comes to see this too.
Exactly what are we trying to escape when we plant another row of parsnips?
I’m hopeful Wanderstop has an interesting answer.
It’s due out March 11th.
