Just for once, I’d like to see a fantasy world where giants do regularly disguise themselves as windmills.
A hint of farce. Alas, there’s not likely to be any moments of the spider-stranger hiding in awkward spaces, since the sole room we have seen doesn’t seem to be equipped with closets, beds, wardrobes, and the like.
You make it sound like a want ad!
“Lonely survivor (AFGNCAAP) of spaceship crash seeks rescuer (parser) for long nights solving puzzles, obscure frustration, and driving away of hunger daemons.”
Fingers crossed that there’s no war between AIs involved in this plot.
“Help! I’m stuck in a cruel lottery with only robots for eyes and I can’t get out!”
Or, alternatively, downfall? After all, is not the ancestor of all such translation puzzles an Infocom game…forgive me…it must have slipped my mind for a moment, as blasphemous as that may seem to some.