I got the brilliant idea for this game back in January while exploring the magnificent Cornish coast. A few days into the road trip, I met this wee lassie named Tammy Refueler (not her actual surname - it's just what UKians call their best gas station employees). She asked why I looked like such a Debby Downer, so I explained that I was getting my knickers in a twist due to people in my neck of the woods making fun of me for owning a gas guzzling Honda Civic instead of getting an environmentally friendly Tesla (people adore Elon Musk in Norway). Before I could finish my melancholic soliloquy of scattered thoughts, she interjected with a simple yet captivating assertive inquiry: "What can a man do these days without petrol?"
She continued elaborating that instead of watching "mind-numbing American telly", I'd be better off doing something therapeutic for my soul while temporally spreading the jolly good time with everyone around me. She also mentioned something about drinking copious amounts of Yorkshire tea, not PG Tips.
As I drove into the sunset, with my GPS set for the Scottish Highlands with a slight detour through the Lake District, I thought what could be more therapeutic than a physics-based cellular automaton sand game? The stereo blasted K.Flay's masterpiece Nothing Can Kill Us as the 1.8 liter i-VTEC purred away from a couple of Crawley chavs on unlicensed e-scooters who wanted to shank me for being on their endz bruv.
