Beyond that, there were a lot of changes that were demonstrated quite quickly. You can go back through the last twelve things you typed and bring them back up, without having to re-type. You can go to a quick list of all of the various adjectives you have input into the game. Maxwell can be controlled via d-pad and buttons at any time via a quick trip to the start menu. The level editor has been expanded, and allows you to make more complex challenges using a variety of templates built into the game. In essence, 5th Cell did that thing you always want video game companies to do - they listened, and they learned, and they responded. Super Scribblenauts might just be the game we wanted Scribblenauts to be - a classic.---
Yes, adjectives are what put the 'Super' (literally!) into 'Scribblenauts' this time around, and it's pretty darn adorable. We made a big fat cat. We put William Shakespeare on said cat, and donned a pair of striped pants for the occasion. Though we haven't gotten deep enough into the game to claim that the descriptors do anything to increase game play, it certainly made things funny.
So 'Super Scribblenauts' is just that: 'Scribblenauts,' but bigger, funnier and more linguistic. We would have loved to see an analog input, allowing the player to write instead of hunting and pecking those tiny letters, but no dice. The game still has all the pitfalls of its predecessor, but it also maintains its addictive adorableness too. So we guess 5th Cell used the old trick -- find something that works, stick with it, and if it ever gets old, give it a pair of striped pants and a giant cat to make it fresh again.
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The game also boasts a set of adjectives; we're no longer limited to “chair” - we can have a metal chair, a wooden chair. If that's all a bit vanilla, then use it only as a guide. As with the first game, the only limit is your imagination. Although, it seems that could be pretty limiting. The first level in my hands on required me to bribe a number of people in different professions to get them out of a line so I could cutsies to the front and get a new game console (quite well suited to E3, actually). I gave the delivery man mail, but got stuck on the body builder. I went for baby oil and it wasn't recognised by the game. Spinach didn't work, so there was no Popeye connection (I ended up accidentally giving it to the artist, and it worked for her, so she must have been some kind of tree hugger). In the end, I went for weights, just to be done with it – the most obvious choice.