I built a base atop a living tree. Beneath me, the soil twisted. Every night, zombies clawed at my door, but worse were the eyes – Demon Eyes that watched, unblinking, from the darkness beyond the torchlight. The PSP’s analog stick felt sticky. I told myself it was sweat.
Game saved. See you tonight.
The world loaded small, they said. “Perfect for a quick run,” they said. But on the PSP screen, the forest shimmered with an uneasy green. The guide smiled his usual cryptic smile. “You’ll need a strong heart,” he whispered. I thought he meant for the Corruption. terraria on psp