When I start playing Turnip Mountain during Steam Next Fest I'm an uncoordinated mess, my fingers clacking the triggers on my controller out of time as I jerk the turnip with arms (you know as much as I do) that I'm controlling. Yet, by the end of my time playing, I'm in sync. The controller has melted away and I am the turnip.
Pressing in the left trigger, then the right trigger with perfect rhythm, while flicking both analog sticks I bend and extend, grapple and release. Soaring across the hatched walls, it's almost like I'm flying unhindered as I ascend ever upward, my twitchy climbing fingers gliding me across what had previously been sheer, insurmountable wall. (You can find out more about playing for yourself in our Steam Next Fest guide).
