Trunk crossing
Fallen trunks, packed ever tighter. The first minute is a lesson in reading terrain.
The nine trials
Fallen trunks, packed ever tighter. The first minute is a lesson in reading terrain.
Grabbing on is easy. The moment you let go decides everything.
They roll down the slope at you. A fraction of a second, one correct side.
Three hundred metres with no reference. Only one path is clean.
Moving targets between the branches. Anticipating beats aiming.
They cross once, in an order. Yours to give back.
The scenery closes behind you. Going back isn't an option.
Living platforms that don't wait for you to be ready.
Every plank you lay drops another one behind you.
The boss
It isn't merely harder. It asks for everything the nine trials have just taught you, all at once.
What Forest measures
Forest puts agility front and centre. What you score here feeds your skill profile, and that profile follows you through the other nineteen universes.
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