There were no "face of God" revelations, and the only thing they said they could determine was the temperature.
Pre-and post-makeup.
It's like you're driving by the ex's house, to catch a glimpse, and you can't drive too slow or you'll get burned.
"Nevermind me, I'm just driving by to look at...houses," you carefully rehearse to yourself.
But the sun goes from ridiculously hot on the surface, to insanely hot on the corona.
They can't build a thermometer to withstand the heat, so they totally guess using telescopes and prisms and AI.
The surface plus the Corona add to the overall effect, which (inmho) is why the corona SEEMS hotter. How could you subtract one from the other to get an accurate reading?
Spend ten zillion to make a drive-by vehicle, and lay on the BS.
Or make up stories in your head... if the sun were your ex girlfriend, and the corona was her dad, Who would be more pissed if they saw you?
She still likes you but her dad is livid.
Seen from a distance, they're both mad.
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(^%$#!!) In the game in case you're hanging on the edge of your seat wondering, the british type says "SaLv" (no "ae") |
It's time to bury it, learn from my mistakes (never EVER go swimming)
and don't get lost (omg, it's a freaking labyrinth)
And if I find that I die too much, I'll press "restart."
Everyone is a god or was a god or will be a god, and I suppose I'll be invited into Godhood or be a curator of a magical library, at least.
But he wasn't a very good cook and tripled the heat and the cooking times, on a guess.
The bread burned, and people smelled the smoke and panicked.
The rest is like a comic streeetching out a lame joke.
The ending should have ended by now, I still have to fight Mr. Big, after dying and coming back from the dead.
Haven't I done enough?
(Can you get PTSD from video games?)
If this game wasn't so long, like some of those WWII movies, it would be very good.