Earlier experiments. Still playable, no longer on the front shelf.
Monsters creep toward the campfire. The whole crowd roars them back into the dark.
Hold to build a living bridge of the tribe. Let go, and everyone crosses.
One button, one conga line. Swing on the beat and grow the party to hundreds.
A festival dragon made of the crowd. Leap on the drum, everyone ripples.
The drummer plays a bar. The whole crowd stomps it back.
Hold to pull the giant slingshot, let go to fling everyone to the next island.
A dog circles the flock. Bark when it's behind them, herd everyone home.
The crowd is the band. Hop on the beat and everyone marches.
Everyone on one raft. Stampede to the other side before the swell hits.
Three thousand fans, one Mexican wave. Hit your section right on the beat.
Hundreds of creatures, one jump that ripples front to back. Keep the herd.
Tug of war to a stomping drum. Pull rivals in and they join your tribe.
The crowd runs. One press sends a jump rippling from front to back.
