Now this is what it’s all about
A lone in an off-putting but sterile-looking Santa Monica hotel room, with the ocean to one side of me and a vast network of Chipotles to the other, I turned to my laptop for a hit of human connection. On Steam’s top-sellers list, I found a game that seemed suitable for hotel-grade Wi-Fi: Webfishing.
It’s a fishing game, but really it’s a cosy hangout game with little lake and seaside environments, emotes, props and text chat. Like all of these social games, though, the server’s wallflowers (myself included) never muster more than a ‘hello’ or a question about the controls unless some particularly outgoing player drums up a conversation—and there was no such bon vivant on the server I joined. was depicted with so few pixels that it barely had a shape—but later I snagged a 43in flounder that was as big as my quite-big head.