It’s like having a bottle of 90 proof bourbon. You can invite your friends to have a drink. Three friends come over and drink with you. Twenty minutes into doing shots, you’re buzzed. One friend leaves (he has an actual job). Now it’s just the three of you to finish the bottle. As you advance, another friend passes out on the divan. You continue to drink to the end of the bottle. Now, it’s just the two of you. You’re head swims, your sight starts to blur as does your speech. It’s gotten harder to concentrate. “How many have I hadz? Wash that two or tree?” No matter. Onward!
The last friend melts into the floor. You struggle mightily to reach the end! “I kin does this!”, you say to no one out loud. You think. You reach for the bottle with shaking hands that’s really just your eye-sight. You stretch from your beanbag. Almooooost…there…
…your fingers brush the bottle closer and closer to the edge…almost got it…a little more, a little more…aaaaand, I got i- thunk
The bottle hits the floor, rolls away, coming to rest against (neck down) an old, worn copy of ‘Hustler’ your father handed down to you years ago as an birth-right, tears fall from your eyes as the last little bit trickles out onto the faux shag carpeting that no one else has anymore and…pass out. The GRift for the bottle has failed.
Regardless of the size of your group, as time went on and you progressed, people fell out (left the group) and, it became harder. One by one you leave your senses. You continue to push on, no matter how difficult it has become; time running out as you only have fourteen hours left to sleep, grab a bite from the convenience store and, get to your pizza delivery job. Now, only seven hours left. You struggle as it becomes harder and harder to slay the boss bottle of bourbon deftly fishered from the back of that light-less shelf at the bottom but, despite your best efforts, you run out of time, passing out with only three hours to sleep.
The bourbon was set at 90 Proof. It never increased. But, as time passed and drinkers left, it became harder to advance. Add more drinkers, the easier your goal to the bottom is to reach. The more that left, the harder it became.
Conversely, you throw a party and, invite twenty friends. You have only two bottles. As the night wears on it’s going to get more difficult. The drinks are running low as more of the regular, seasonal drinkers become angry that you invited them to a GRift so under-geared. What are you, a nOOb!? Before the night’s out, the bottles are empty, your friends list drops to two and, you have failed. Completely sober and, completely loser.
The proof never increased, just the number of people. It became increasingly easier or, harder depending on the given circumstances of the GRift.
Next week, we’ll cover ‘Everclear’ and, it’s impact on game difficulty.