Come back here and accept your fate, dinner.
I’m not saying that my current playthrough of The Long Dark is going badly. Just that I might struggle to survive if I don’t manage to kill this rabbit by chucking stones at its adorable head. And I just ran out of stones. It’s one of those games that remind you just how dead you’d be if you had to spend even one night outside in mild temperatures, let alone an endless winter in the wake of a geothermal disaster. It’s a brutal, unusually brilliant survival game, but it’s utterly terrible for your self esteem.