Something about being in a desert where a jet had to open a bunker with a smaller bomb before throwing down a nuke. I appeared to be two characters at once who had to identify the bomb placement point then hide behind a wardrobe as the nuke went off.
Bloody bright, very farking loud and painfully hot on the arm and leg that were not properly hidden behind the book case.
Something about a griffin and sparkle dust.
I had to climb a big cliff, get some sparkle dust (for unknown reasons) then escape back down the cliff without the griffin eating me. While climbing down, the cliff was more like what one would expect on a 1960’s tv set – fake and blown looking.