This might be my oldest’s first survival game. I guess I’m not sure why I expected practical survival instincts from a creature who has never really had to be concerned with their own survival. At his age I certainly don’t recall food and shelter and warmth being something I had to think about… they were just always there because my parents made sure of it. Or maybe my presence in a survival game just atrophies those instincts, letting him fall into our typical patterns where I make sure we stay alive, and he enjoys being a kid.
Perhaps I’m doing him a disservice. Perhaps I should just let him starve.
In the game, obviously.
But, still… don’t tell his mom.
My mother taught me once, that i can do anything i want. As long as i am not busted doing it.
So don’t worry, i am not telling your wife. 😉
Don’t worry, he will be the one that will go to your wife saying you let him die…
Mooooom, i’m starving !
But we just had dinner an hour ago ?
Nooo, not that, in the game, dad doesnt give me food!