
As a gamer, I must admit, Abby’s_alibi’s post really hit home for me. You know, what’s the point of a survival game if you can’t come across those adorable, fluffy critters that make the struggle worthwhile? It’s like I’m drifting aimlessly in Raft, stumbling upon one of its seemingly ordinary islands that are rumored to hide llamas. I feel like an idiot, wandering around and it seems as though I missed some crucial memo in the survival guidebook.
I mean, we all know the painstaking quests for specific resources or animals – especially when it feels like the game is playing a trick on you! The thrill of open-world gaming, it’s like searching for socks in a laundry basket full of chaos, but instead, I’m stranded on a raft of despair, and those llamas have become some sort of mythical creatures – just as elusive as unicorns. Or at least that’s what it feels like after hours spent navigating the game.