Our second day, we went to downtown Flagstaff and wandered around all of the stores. This is why you have to make the most of your freshman give outs and try to save up for when you’ll really be needing it. But after a year, they’re used to having you away from home and are getting tired of giving away money. When you’re a freshman, your parents miss you and are happy that you still need them. After a year of that, my mom isn’t so enthused about shelling out money to me. If I even hinted that I was pressed on cash, she would send me money in a hot second. Last year, my mother would answer the phone enthusiastically, so happy that her loving daughter decided to phone home. My phone calls home last year were a lot different than they are now. Something I noticed is that my parents were much more eager to give me money during my freshman year than they are my sophomore year. Everyone knows the struggle and no one will judge you for eating Ramen for every meal for a week straight. The four years you spend as an undergraduate student is probably the only time in your life it will be socially acceptable to be dirt poor. Give it a go here.Being broke is basically a rite of passage as a college student. FarSky's got issues both large and small, but for what it is and where it's at, it's already quite an accomplishment. Creator Tim Spekler updates the game regularly, and he's already promised to make the game "more survival and less shooter". Boss fights, meanwhile, are simple, pattern-based affairs, and they feel kind of out-of-place in such an otherwise natural environment.įarSky is a one-man project that's only in alpha, though, so there's plenty of room for improvement. Otherwise, death at lower (though "main quest" necessary) depths is inevitable. Also, combat artificially gates progression, and - even though I could only get to more vessel parts by descending to greater depths - grinding seems unavoidable. FarSky's internal logic is a bit shaky, and having players fight to gain better survival stats just seems like a crutch - an arbitrary, unconnected mechanic to lean on in place of a better survival idea. Hooray!Īll that said, I do have some concerns. And as soon as my bones clattered against a cold, uncaring ocean floor, I was able to randomly generated a new world and try again.
The kind that games do better than just about anything else. It was a total disaster, but the good kind. He was my best friend and also my last, as he brought my forever to a lightning-quick end, battering my frozen, near-immobile suit with bone-crunching blows. In the process, I lost the shark, but found a new ocean-dwelling BFF in the form of a colossal eel monster. At that point, I realized I was already fish food, so I decided to make a break for the nearest vessel piece, dimly illuminated by a hazy shaft of light. I'm pretty sure it was a great white, but it may as well have been a hammerhead given the way I was immediately catapulted deeper into this new environment's swirling oblivion. Then a shark punched me in the back of the head. I couldn't find a jet stream of water to get me back more habitable depths, either. I'd leveled up my ability to withstand pressure, but not temperature. Beckoning blackness, swaying deep sea vegetation, suffocating silence.īut then my field of view started fogging, and that's when I realized Death's cold, scaly hand had to come to claim me. I then marveled at the alluring mystery of the scene before me. To its credit, my suit dutifully persevered, cushioning me from 40 bars of pressure - its absolute limit at that point. Unfortunately, while riding the high of my triumph over a weird chitinous wheel creature guarding my first water vessel piece, I miscalculated and, er, dove off a cliff. Through combat (which is still admittedly very floaty and imprecise at this point) you can level up your suit to withstand greater depths and colder temperatures. The most memorable moment of my FarSky playthrough was probably my own death. But then you descend deeper, and it gets darker. Water burbles and flows, various (though regrettably few in number) species of undersea life flit about, and sunbeams pierce a sloshing ceiling, dangling memories of freedom just out of reach. Manage cookie settingsįarSky is still rather early, but it's already got atmosphere down pat. To see this content please enable targeting cookies.
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