Save from Bobr Curve

I got this game from one of those 5 random gamekey offers. I doubt a real, well-adjusted human being would be willing to spend £167.99 on this garbage, but just in case I suppose here's a warning. You spawn in, get all 6 placeholder achievements within the first 5 seconds and then die because touching trees in this game kills you for some reason. There is no ending or goal, you're running aimlessly through a never-ending forest running away from a giant beaver that doesn't actually chase you but instead spawns trees that fall on you. I only played for as long as I did (6 minutes) cause it wouldnt let me leave a review until I played for at least 5 mins. But in general, you'll see all this "game" has to offer within the first minute. This has to be some money laundering scheme or something, just don't get this pile of doo doo please

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this game has made an insificant disgust to my mental health, it caused me to break a beer bottle on my head then throw it at a wall just for it to richoshet in my newborn sons frontal lobe 10/10 game

THIS GAME IS ABSOLUTELY FIREEEEE "Fire Emoji" "Fire Emoji"

I'VE HAD WANKS LONGER THAN I'VE PLAYED THIS GAME

I don’t remember when the game started, only when the trees noticed me. This is marketed as an experience, maybe even a game, but what it actually is is prolonged exposure to wood-based hostility. Trees fall around you not as physics objects but as intentions. They track. They lean. They wait. Branches swivel with a confidence that suggests coordination. Bark peels back like it’s learning how to smile. I tried to ground myself. I tried to remember that trees are stationary, that wood is dead, that logic exists. The game punishes you for this kind of thinking. Trunks spin. Limbs ascend. Entire forests fling themselves through space in trajectories modern technology could not possibly hope to calculate, let alone render safely. This is not procedural generation. This is obsession with grain. The beaver deserves special mention. It does not chase you quickly—it chases you correctly, with unfathomable grace and a feral intensity that bypasses fear and goes straight to buried memory. There is no escape animation. Only pursuit. Only the sound of wood meeting teeth and destiny. Beneath the floorboards—yes, the wooden floorboards—lies proof of extra-terrestrial beings, structures too p…