Despite not having taken a survey, I feel pretty confident that nobody at PC Gamer is more afraid of spiders than I am. They petrify me—unless they manage to get on me, at which point I flail around like I’m on fire. And I’d rather be set on fire than feel a spider crawling over my skin. Given this, it’s ridiculous that I’d put myself in a situation where I had to review a game that was full of them. But for a survival game as good as Grounded, I’m willing to live through one of my worst nightmares.
is a time travel device, dragging me back to the garden where I used to spend long, sunny afternoons pretending I was in Eternia or Third Earth, collecting grass stains and scrapes. It’s a game fueled by vibrant ’90s cartoons and movies like Honey I Shrunk the Kids, with a quartet of kidnapped, shrunken teens exploring the alien world that’s right under our
