The holidays have been stripped of their spectacle. There is no feast for twelve. There is a single ration bar, a tin of sardines, and a bottle of whiskey that you’ve been saving since March. There is no family drama around a crowded table—only a video call that buffers every thirty seconds, a frozen image of your mother’s face, a wave that is also a goodbye.
The developers of this "Special"—whether a game, a film, or a state of mind—made a radical choice. They removed the NPCs. The crowded lodges are empty. The ski lifts do not run. The only other presence is the occasional curl of smoke from a distant cabin, a reminder that you are alone, but not the only one. The gameplay loop of Foot Of The Mountains 2 - Holidays Special 2020 is radically simple: gather, return, endure.
The 2020 Special inverts this. You gain perspective through weight . Through the sheer, crushing gravity of being small. You look up at the mountains, and you do not feel ambition. You feel awe. And awe, unlike ambition, does not require you to move. It only requires you to look.
There is a lie that civilization tells itself: that we are in control. Nowhere was that lie more thoroughly dismantled than in the year 2020. And yet, paradoxically, it was in that same year of locked doors and masked glances that the second pilgrimage to the Foot of the Mountains began. Foot Of The Mountains 2 -Holidays Special 2020-...
You chop wood not for a stat boost, but because your fingers will freeze if you don’t. You boil snow for water because the tap has run dry—metaphorically, perhaps, for the whole year. You light a candle in the window of your rented A-frame. Not for anyone to see. Just for the act .
The horror of 2020 was the stillness of confinement. The grace of the Foot of the Mountains is the stillness of perspective. In traditional holiday narratives—think It’s a Wonderful Life or A Christmas Carol —the protagonist is lifted up . They see the world from above. They gain perspective through elevation.
Outside, the northern lights bleed green and violet across a sky unspoiled by light pollution. The mountains—those ancient, indifferent titans—catch the aurora on their ridgelines like a benediction. You step onto the porch. Your breath clouds. You realize, with a sharp and unexpected clarity, that you have not been still in a decade. The holidays have been stripped of their spectacle
And you realize: you are already at the foot of the mountain. You have been here all along. You just forgot to look up.
The “Holidays Special” arrives not as a celebration, but as a shelter.
The game’s final sequence is not a boss battle or a chase scene. It is December 31st, 11:59 PM. You are sitting by the fire. The wood pops. The clock on the wall ticks. You have no champagne. You have no kiss at midnight. You have only the view out the window: the silhouette of the range against a star-filled void. There is no family drama around a crowded
Some things endure. The stone. The cold. The foot of the mountain, where the broken and the tired and the grieving can rest. Foot Of The Mountains 2 - Holidays Special 2020 ends not with a reward, but with a list. The credits roll over a slow pan of the dawn light hitting the peaks. There are no names of famous actors or designers. Instead, the credits read:
Press any key to begin again.
In memory of those who did not make it to the foot. For the nurses who climbed every stair. For the children who learned to wave through glass. For the empty chairs at every table.
As the year turns, you do not cheer. You exhale. The mountains do not change. They do not know it is 2021. They do not care. And for the first time in twelve months, that indifference does not feel cruel. It feels like a promise.
The foot of the mountains belongs to everyone. To be at the foot of the mountains during the holidays of 2020 is to accept a specific kind of geometry. You are neither in the valley of commerce (the malls, the office parties, the frantic gift-wrapping) nor on the dangerous, icy heights of isolation. You are on the slope . The liminal space. The threshold.