It’s familiar enough to feel authentic but different enough to keep things mysterious.
There is something very satisfying about Crow Country.
Why the hell is any of this happening?
And who the hell builds locks that need poetry to open?!
Stop it, don’t open that door!
Obviously, there are monsters.
In this case a collection of gristley, melty lump people and angry meat puddles with faces.
Or, run around in a state trying to make space to do it.
There are bronze, silver and gold keys that open banks of doors for example.
That said, it took me ages to make my peace with the map.
But it’s probably a testament to how good Crow Country is overall that Ididgrow to love it.
