A pool of blood spreads from the spot he hits the water. At one point I witness my friend, as the wolfman hero Blackpaw, pounce straight over a jetty and into the sea beyond, drowning instantly. A little later we’re baffled by Shark Island, a harbour where the orcs wear cocked hats like pirates, and the usual corridors are eschewed for a lattice of walkways that we utterly fail to navigate. We fix flame launchers to the shelves and blast the orcs as they’re funnelled between the aisles. There’s a great library, filled with winding staircases and stacks so tall you could only access the uppermost books with ladders.
43 hours til shutdownĪt this new pace of imperfection, one map blends into the next. At best, we’re managing to five star one map an hour and, accounting for sleep, that’s just not going to cut it. That fifth, elusive star asks you to do all this and meet a par time, which often requires ripping up established trap routes to find a way of clearing the hordes quicker. You can theory-craft all you like, but you can’t know what’ll work until green feet are pounding across the stone. So you tweak the setup and run the test again. Perhaps a flip trap proves too powerful, sending an enemy straight over a lava pool and into another, undefended lane. Here’s the thing: beating an Orcs Must Die! map is a challenge, but it’s also an art, and there’s a degree to which it cannot be rushed.Įvery run is broken up into planning and horde phases, granting you moments of pause to plant your traps, before you dive in to plug the holes by hacking at the orcs yourself. The five star standard isn’t going to work.
That narrow gate would be the perfect bottleneck at which to head off an incoming horde, and ripe for tar pits too. At the park, the right-angled pathways activate the killbox-planning centres of my brain.
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