I arrived at the ice rink, laced up my rented skates, and stepped onto the ice. Whoa. It was COLD. And slippery. Like, seriously slippery. I took my first step, and my feet flew out from under me. I landed on my butt with a thud.
For the uninitiated: Jenny is back, and this time she’s trapped in a surreal, rain-soaked carnival where everything is… slippery. Floors, ladders, even the dialogue options slide away before you can click them. The subtitle Slipperyt Best isn’t a typo—it’s a running gag about how the game’s physics and text both refuse to stay still. jennys odd adventure 5 slipperyt best