Well, he didn't expect this.
Because, really, nothing in the trailers suggested anything remotely like this.
Or… did they?
Riley vaguely remembered the game being marketed as peaceful. Calming. Maybe with the occasional mob encounter. Definitely nothing that involved panic-rolling through your own farm while fumbling this bad.
And yet that was what was happening right now.
Ah. Personified crops with the oddest attitudes, coupled with a spiritual livestock update that somehow made the animals more sensitive.
All those plus a relatively spoiled dragon child now trapped in the body of a weak, pixelated human equaled vindication.
And for reasons he couldn't explain, Riley felt just a little bit vindicated.
At least in the digital realm, the great dragonling Orien now understood the mortal struggle.
