Green Hell is a solid survival game. It’s set in a lush, idyllic tropical rainforest that has an array of animal species running and flapping about. You’ll occasionally come across a half-rotted tapir corpse, which usually provides some maggots for sustenance and some bone to make needles so you can lance any pustule abrasions you make incur. But by and large, most of the animals you’ll come across are actively alive unless they’ve been killed by a predator.
As far as I can tell, there are no predators that hunt birds in Green Hell. Yet for reasons I have yet to ascertain, there is an inordinate number of bird carcasses littering the forest floor. This is strange because I’ve yet to see one be attacked.
And believe me when I say that — as hyperbolic as I can be at times — I am not padding numbers here. It seems like every few meters there is another dead bird just lying on the ground. Just last night, I found four in the immediate perimeter of my base camp, with two additional birds lying side by side as if the result of some sort of one-stone trick shot.
At the risk of coming off as macabre, this can be great — not because of the loss of a digital life, but because birds can be harvested for food. In any survival game, a source of easily acquired nutrition is a gift from the gods. However, it is also rather alarming. Is there perhaps some sort of avian flu killing these flying feathered friends? If so, you can scratch my earlier comment — I don’t care how effortless it is to harvest fresh meat if said meat is tainted with a virus that’s been known to jump between species.
Shoot, when the local tribesmen want nothing more than to kill and skin you, a bird stew full of the avian flu seems like a cuckoo way to die.
