The first time Grounded killed me, I was beaten to death by a lawn mite.
Emphasis on the “one”, too, as this lad had been alone.
The second time I cark it, I died of thirst.
Turns out that was more embarrassing than being walloped to death by the mite.
The truth is, if you’re not killing yourself on Grounded, something else will be instead.
You’ve seen it, right?
The Honey, I Shrunk The Kids-esque backyard survival game that stole the XO19 show back in 2019?
My problem, I think, is that the way the blobs move is too reminiscent of spiders.
At times like these, Grounded often feels as much like a survival horror as a pure survival game.
Oh, but it’s beautiful though!
Browning leaves litter the ground to create little makeshift tunnels that double as handy landmarks.
There’s a serene, sun-touched Koi pond, festooned with a carpet of lush green lilypads.
That’s not all, either.
Pebbles can be thrown into the air and dislodge dew drops for a refreshing drink.
It can be grindy sometimes, though.
There are a few little issues.
Beyond that, though, it’s hard to complain about what Obsidian has delivered here.
