Interview with the Anonymous-Villain from 8 Eyes
Welcome, Anonymous-Villain. Thanks for agreeing to shred the hero perspective and offer us your unique insights today.
Well, well, well, if it isn’t the misguided souls who think I need to explain myself. But of course, why not? I relish any opportunity to bask in the utter incompetence of Orin and his feathered accomplice.
8 Eyes
Let’s start with the basics. What’s your take on the hero, Orin?
Ah, Orin, the so-called falconer. I must admit, anyone who battles with a short sword that barely extends past his own nose deserves some credit for courage—or stupidity. And that falcon of his, oh please. Did they get it from a pet store sale?
Talk to us about the challenge you’ve set up in the game. Do you think it’s well-balanced?
Balanced? Oh, darling, this isn’t a tightrope act. It’s more of a slippery slide into despair. Each of my eight domains is a masterpiece of treachery and deceit. Orin thinks he’s up against mere guardians, but the truth is, he’s fighting my unparalleled genius. And I’ve hidden each of the eyes so cleverly, even Mother Nature would lose them.
And these power-ups, they seem to be too helpful for the hero. Do you disagree?
Oh, do not get me started on those developer-placed crutches! Hidden invincibility, health potions, and those wretched upgrades? They’re the only reason some mortals manage to trudge through. But even these pathetic handouts often need an eagle-eyed—or should I say, falcon-eyed—player to find them.
You appear to have a knack for really roasting Orin. Does he have any redeeming qualities?
If you call consistently smashing his head against my exquisitely designed walls redeeming, then sure. Let’s not forget, the rare few who manage to survive my gauntlet without going bald from stress might be exceptional gamers. But really, that just tells you more about persistence than skill, if you ask me.
Some players whisper about secret tricks and tactics you’ve hidden. Care to share a few?
secrets and hidden traps
As much as it pains me to give away my secrets, fine. In the Arabian palace, there’s a ceiling tile that’s slightly discolored. Bash it with Orin’s puny sword, and voila, a hidden stash awaits. But even with these shortcuts, expect no mercy!
Tell us more about your guardians. They seem quite… varied.
Ah, the guardians, my beloved curators of chaos! Each is specifically designed to exploit a different pitiful weakness of Orin. From the ice-cold precision of Baron Brindar to the fiery chaos of Duke Garther—the perfect symmetry of doom.
How about the cooperative mode? Does that make Orin’s life easier or more difficult?
Ah yes, the “luxury” of partnership. Trust me when I say, even two heads aren’t better than one when they’re thwacking together like coconuts. No amount of co-op can save them from their fate. It’s quite delightful watching them fumble around trying to coordinate.
Any parting words for those who dare to challenge you?
Select stage
Oh, please, challenge me? I welcome it. Anyone who survives my inferno is either lucky or deserves a lifetime supply of eye drops. But for those rare gladiators who’ve conquered my realms—well done. You’ve faced the fire and emerged slightly less charred.
Finally, should we expect your return, or are you done terrorizing players?
Oh, darlings, this isn’t the end. Think of it as a brief intermission. As long as there are heroes driven by the pursuit of glory, I’ll be here, ready to squash them like flies. Until we meet again, stay trembling!
And there you have it—the maniacal musings of the Anonymous-Villain. Until next time, stay vigilant—and perhaps avoid all falconers.
