This Isn't Your Fault

What Ethan Vale wanted to bring players was another beloved survival game: Don't Starve.

Many people played Don't Starve, yet very few actually played Don't Starve.

It was even rarer to find a friend to play Don't Starve online with.

There was no shortage of suffering to experience in the early stages. On the very first day, players could discover all sorts of ways to die. Without a light source at night, they would die within seconds—killed by creatures in the darkness, starved to death, frozen to death...

Like Soulslike games, Don't Starve was not suitable for every player.

It was not even suitable for most players.

But players only needed to remember one thing.

'This isn't your fault.'

Ethan Vale sat on a small stool, looking at the little fish that had just taken the hook. Though it was not even palm-sized, at least he had caught one, hadn't he?

Looking at the little fish in his hand, he could not help sighing.

If only reality were like a game, where fish of any size could be directly converted into points or sold for money.

But this was not reality. This was a game.

He patted the fish, which was about the size of his palm. "Go on. I don't kill children. Go call your grandparents."

With a casual toss, the palm-sized fish spun through the air in a silvery arc.

After saying that, he grabbed a large handful of bait from the bucket and threw it in.

One handful was not enough, so he quickly tossed in another.

Until only a small chunk of bait remained in his hand.

"Fuck, is that how you use bait? Is that how you chum the water? You threw in that much?"

"If I threw in less, could it still be