If each game release is a kind of hill, then the time in between must be a sort of valley. What monsters lurk in that valley? Is it a fire swamp with R.O.U.S.? Is it a labyrinth you run daily? Or is it a dark and swampy path containing only what you take with you? Whatever you think it is, it is the place I make games. It’s been my home for these last 6 months. My only way out is to make a game. A new game. A game no one has played before.

When I first got here, I was attacked immediately. The beasts here don’t care if you come from a hill. They prefer it. Bleeding, hungry, sick and confused I made a shelter. And from there I started to plan. The plans turned into action and I started to see the day I would escape this place and make it back to the top of that shining hill I see in the distance.

How long will I be in this place? When will the beasts find a weakness and attack again? I don’t know. All I do know is when they come again, they will meet the tip of my spear. My Creeper covered spear.