In fantasy fiction, I’m always impressed by how everyone seems to know what the hell is going on. I play a lot of videogames, and I can tell you that without a minimap that shows bad guys as red and a flashing icon that says “shoot fireballs here,” I would be helplessly, embarrassingly lost.
I should’ve done a better job of indicating depth on this page, though–those are planks hanging over a central pit, rather high in the air.
The difference between a bad ass born in a crossfire hurricane and a writer / artist born in New England, I suppose. But, hey, at least you can drive a car better than any of these characters.
“Alvays remember, any plan where you lose you hat is a bad plan!”