Yes, we have gotten sucked into the wonder that is Valheim, it is true. I am in fact a badass berry picking Viking.
I have some theories as to why the game is so stinkin popular… and it has a lot to do with the fact that it gives people the ability to just go out and explore. You build things with your hands, without limits or boundaries beyond whatever you can mine and your imagination. It’s deeply satisfying.
And see if somehow, some way you can figure out how to put pants on the MFing nasty trolls. Crack kills, guys.
And it’s really pretty guys.. I mean really.
One of the key things about the game is that you need to play with sound. Playing with the sound on alerts you to important things… like there’s a deer nearby to shoot. Or a boar that has spotted you. Or there’s a troll headed in your general direction with the goal of smashing you with an uprooted tree. Important things.
So I can’t hear Rick as well as normal, cause I’ve got my sound on. And he’s picked up the really bad habit of muttering.
Rick- Mutter mutter noise something mutter.
Me- That is a habit genuinely unbecoming a gentleman of your station and we must train you out of it.
Rick- What? I was saying there were animal noises!
Me- You were muttering! ENUNCIATE.
Rick- I don’t mutter.
Me- You DO mutter, and I find it so frustrating that it makes me want to actually go out, smelt iron, make a mace, and smash you upside the head with it!
Rick- Mutter.
I go back to smelting in game… maybe I’ll learn something about how to smith weapons.
Troll crack, super not okay. Be glad this was a night shot.
Curiouser and Curiouser 