Started playing Stardew valley a couple weeks ago and like I need this shit to be real. I've only been playing for about two seasons in game but like I want to project myself onto this little farm I've created, this little pixelated life I've made. Wandering into random people's houses (Jodi's and Evalyn's) without anyone having concern over why I'm there. My dog and my singular chicken because I'm shit at making money and actually selling the things I make or find so I can't afford anything. Me definitely not spelling the names I'm calling my pets right. Me searching up on wikifandom which characters love and like which gifts because even in a game I can't bare to upset someone with my own lack of knowledge. Being able to make 'people' happy through things my character's harvested or mined or scavenged.
I just absolutely love this game and I've barely made any progress and it haunts me that I've gottent this attached to something so painfully fictional, so wrenchingly fantastical. That the in game relationships with all the characters and in game experiences are so far out of fucking reach for me to experience in my life. I love my friends and I love my family so much but there always a chance or possibility to fuck it up at any moment becaus no one in reality is pre-scripted.
It's just this game man, it's fucking me up in so many more ways than Minecraft or fucking FAITH ever could. And it's not this deep it's such a calm (at moments) game and it's so fun to play and I don't need to be reading into myself so much whilst playing it but fucking hell it makes my think.
I recommend it so much it's amazing.