Ask for the shape of the challenge.

Map and compass navigation with no waypoint marker is the only thing in it that asks anything of you at all.

About as hard as deciding to take the long way round — the summit is never in doubt, only when you get there.

There is nothing here to fail. It is in the catalogue because the bottom of the scale has to mean something for the top of it to.

There is no fail state, only the quiet friction of guessing where somebody else would keep their mugs.

The difficulty is purely attentional — nothing in the game threatens you except the square inch of grime you keep walking past.

Badges let you paper over whichever skill you lack. The special world at the end is the only place it stops being polite about that.

Needs decay on a timer and nothing else really threatens you. The depth is in what the systems let you build rather than in anything they demand.

Barely a difficulty at all — the only obstacle is the calendar, which hands out content one real-world day at a time and cannot be argued with.

The main path is generous and the last stretch of Moons is not — the hard version of this game is entirely opt-in and clearly signposted.

Generous by design and confident enough not to pretend otherwise. The optional speedrun levels at the end are the only place it bares its teeth.