Alex Spencer

This is an obscene amount of Geo – a sign of the kind of hording normally reserved for dragons and the very rich. In the past ten hours, I've found nothing to spend it on. And still yet I clung onto it.

And then, carelessly rushing to my own corpse through an area I was, it turns out, baselessly confident about... I lost it. Seven thousand down to zero.

I mourned, briefly – wailed, rent my garments, all that – but now I feel oddly free. There's probably a lesson in there, somewhere.

I'm putting off the final bosses of Hollow Knight in favour of semi-aimlessly pottering around Hallownest. Partly because, yes, I'm terrified of them – but mostly because I'm not ready to face being done.

Tomorrow, though, me and the Switch have got a twelve-hour flight, and I intend to alight from that plane a changed man.

Are they the ones that throw a spinny thing at you?

YUP