Said advice comes in the form of 24 constellations you can discover by looking up and drawing shapes in the sky with your mouse. You’ll need to give one of them to each Brute that asks you a question, but when every constellation has its own fortune-cookie-like meaning attached to it, finding the right one to answer their question successfully can be a challenge. As the toad man Ouuch tells you at the start, if you ask three separate people what the word ‘blue’ means to them, you’ll get three separate answers. Sometimes, your intentions will be misinterpreted, while others will willfully ignore you. But one thing Grotto always manages to do is to keep you coming back for more. Once you’ve set this car crash of consequences in motion, it’s very hard to tear your eyes away. The actual divining of the constellations themselves takes up a surprisingly small amount of the overall game. While there is, technically, a ‘correct’ way of working them out (which I discovered far too late in the day for it to be of any use), you can figure out most of them quite easily through trial and error. I uncovered nearly all of them this way, clicking my mouse seemingly at random to see what else cropped up in my discoveries, and yes, it did feel like I was cheating a bit in the process. But there was also nothing in the game to stop me from doing this. Indeed, it quickly became apparent that your drawings don’t actually have to match the prescribed shape of each constellation in order to discover them. As long as your drawings contain the right number of stars in roughly the right configuration, the constellation will appear no matter what form your drawing actually takes. I feel like Grotto could have been stricter on this point, only giving up its secrets after precise and intentional mouse clicks, but I would have also appreciated some more obvious clues to suss them out in the first place. In a cruel twist of irony, it turns out that keeping your eyes focused on the ground will reveal much more than casting them skyward. Indeed, once you’ve got all the constellations under your belt, the game quickly settles into a familiar loop of meeting a Brute by the fire, listening to their latest tale of woe, and bounding back over to the other side of your cave to pick the right piece of astral advice. The Brutes’ questions aren’t isolated incidents, mind - as the game progresses, it tells a compelling, ongoing tale of multiple power struggles, clashes of ideas and how to live a good and meaningful life in a small, close-knit community. It had me hooked from start to finish, but the constant to-ing and fro-ing around your cave can make it all feel a bit protracted at times, even once you gain the ability to ‘warp’ to either side of your cave with a tap of Ctrl. Thankfully, you do start to gain extra tools to help give you a steer on how to proceed. First, you acquire a set of bones you can throw to speak to a deceased Brute on the other side; second, you’re given a three-string guitar you can pluck to send you into another otherworldly trance to receive advice from an ominous red spirit. Finally, you’re given a pipe that lets you journey to the land of the dead to speak with other fallen Brutes to get their take on things. Unsurprisingly, everyone’s got their own conflicting agendas, and seeking the advice of the dead can often leave matters feeling even foggier than before. Sometimes they do reveal important clues and sagely nuggets that make you feel glad for doing a bit of extra detective work, but ultimately, Grotto is a game about going with your gut and then dealing with the consequences. Or at least it is in part. While the advice you give does have an effect on some of Grotto’s more minor storylines, the overall thrust of the narrative follows the same handful of beats on every playthrough, robbing your choices of some of their power. Dedicated players might be willing to experiment with how far they can push certain plot points, but when a single playthrough lasts a good five hours, Grotto’s demand on your time is just a bit too long to encourage several repeat visits. Still, even if you only play Grotto once, what it has to say about the limitations of language and the meaning of words will stick with you long after you reach the end credits. Answering big important life questions with mystical sayings might seem absurd at first, but when your constellations lose their power later on in the game and you’re asked to replace them with single, one word meanings, you quickly realise the importance of having a bit of interpretive wiggle room. Reducing the hedgehog constellation from “Build a bastion on your bended back, secure it with spikes and let stillness be your strength” to something as crass as “huts”, for example, doesn’t just change its linguistic meaning. It also shifts the kind of power relationship you have over this fledgling society, transforming you from a mystical “startamer” into a cold and calculated (if slightly accidental) dictator. You’re the one calling the shots now in this tribe’s affairs, not the creatures themselves, and twisting the lens of this autocratic kaleidoscope created a wonderful sense of unease and tension when I next came to answer one of their questions. And when they change for a third time, you’ll wish you had no words at all. Let’s put it this way. After several months of stalling and dogged perseverance, I finally finished a 350-page book about the art and struggle of being a Japanese literary translator the other week, and not once did it get me thinking about words and language in the same way Grotto did over the course of five hours. When a game provokes these kinds of feelings in me, I don’t mind so much if the choices I’m making are actually a little bit fake. Grotto stands on its own as an engaging story about the way we communicate with others and how their meaning can be polluted and morphed over time, and I reckon fans of such things will likely enjoy it even if the game-y aspects of it feel a little undercooked. If it’s a meaningful, branching narrative you’re after, though, then you’ll be better off finding a different rabbit hole to hunker down in than Brainwash Gang’s Grotto.
