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Isoland: Pumpkin Town es una nueva aventura surreal y caprichosa de apuntar y hacer clic en la serie en curso

Autor : Jonathan Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

Isoland: Pumpkin Town, la última incorporación a la serie de Isoland de Cottongames, te invita a un mundo caprichoso y surrealista lleno de intrincados rompecabezas y una historia cautivadora. Disponible ahora en iOS y Google Play, esta aventura de apuntar y hacer clic ofrece una experiencia única.

Si bien la descripción del juego es algo vaga, sus orígenes son claros. Cottongames, los creadores del popular mr. La serie Pumpkiny la recientemente lanzadaReviverson conocidas por sus juegos de rompecabezas surrealistas y desafiantes. Isoland continúa esta tradición, ofreciendo una clásica aventura de apuntar y hacer clic con un enfoque en la exploración, los rompecabezas complejos y una narrativa rica.

Los fanáticos de las aventuras surrealistas de apuntar y hacer clic en la vieja escuela encontrarán mucho para disfrutar. El juego se hace eco de los mundos caprichosos y surrealistas que se encuentran en los títulos anteriores de Cottongames.

A screenshot of Isoland: Pumpkin Town showing the inside of a house and some controls

Un posible inconveniente es el estilo de arte, que parece algo más limpio y menos denso que en títulos anteriores como MR. Calabaza. Sin embargo, esta es una preocupación menor, particularmente teniendo en cuenta que es un spin-off.

Para obtener más aventuras de resolución de rompecabezas, consulte nuestra lista de los 12 mejores juegos de aventuras narrativas, ¡o explore nuestra selección de los 12 mejores juegos móviles de esta semana!

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