Iain wrote this one.
It’s 1989. You are, despite appearances to the contrary, a kiwi. A seal has captured your kiwi companions including, inevitably, your bow-wearing kiwi girlfriend. You must trek across the country to rescue them, but there are things out to stop you: bear things, star things, penguin things riding flying ducks, axe-throwing cats, dank things in shells. Welcome to New Zealand. It’s been waiting for you.