Just don’t do it.
I’ll be talking about a bunch of stuff that’sSPOILERY.
Life In Jars is this YouTuber I’ve followed for a while.
He’ll report on the results, which are often tremendous.
Look at theLIFEin that jar!
The little wriggly lads just wriggling around.
The blobs whose job is to float and squidge indiscriminately.
It’s a reminder that bog water is rather beautiful, actually.
What resides in the shadowy dome of the Big Tree is horrendous!
The forgotten creatures and their crumbling homes are grim.
But oh my word, the shadows have spawned a beautiful disasterpiece.
Just, errr, those other jars?
The fun guys with thescoopy arms and little legs?
I have bad news.
Black earth and auburn grass.
Below, the landscape sank downwards to leaning altars and lakes sandwiched between great columns of earth.
Immediately, this first DLC area presented itself as grittier than anything in the base game.
In the Graveyard Plains, everything has been scorched by shadow and left to decay.
I thought it might take me to a small cavern, maybe a mine.
No, it was a ghostly dungeon home to jars big and small.
Jars collecting dust in corners.
Hundreds of discarded jars forming a claustrophobic maze.
Jars hanging off chains, presenting themselves as a treacherous platforming challenge.
They’d sprint at me, sometimes wearing jars or producing fleshy tendrils to swipe me from afar.
It quickly dawned on me that these were pot people.
Like, proto-pot people.
A small cavern had led me into a factory of body horror.
A new colossal warhammer that was basically like carrying said anvil on a big stick.
