I hope this isn't too off topic, and I can't see how it fits anywhere else, but I wanted to drop this here because it's burning my little brain thinking about it and how it makes me love this game so much.

Valheim, while it is largely derivative of Minecraft, adds a sufficiently complex story, and has things that are so similar to real life, that I love playing it, not to relax, but to train my mind for the constant defense life requires.

In valheim, you barely go 10 minutes sitting idle in your base without hearing greydwarves speaking incomprehensible nonsense and throwing rocks and attacking your infrastructure. A lot like the real world, right now, in places like Los Angeles and Chicago and New York.

You can't go outside without someone aiming to rob you of the next half hour of your life by killing your character inside a dungeon and having to go back there to get your best armour and gear, and all the surtling cores and whatnot.

This second feature made me rage quit routinely, but then I realised, that this is a test. Did I learn not to do what lost my gear in that dungeon? Ah! It was my fault!

I am starting to wonder if Earth is not really Valheim.