Wylde Flowers (Studio Drydock) continues to frustrate me. In yesterday’s post, I ruminated on those frustrations to a lengthy extent. I think part of the reason I’m so frustrated with it is because I can see what it’s trying to be–and what I want it to be. Also, when I’m not loving a game that is beloved by so many other people, I have to ask myself why. I tend to think there’s something wrong with me, but then again, I tend to think there’s something wrong with me in general.
I want to like this game. I need to be very clear about that. I really want to like this game. It seems like it should be up my alley. It’s heavy on the emotions, and many people reviewing it talk about that aspect of the game.
Which, I’m down for! Except.
How do I put this gently and kindly? The emotions feel very hollow to me right now. Too much is revealed with little prompting, and that doesn’t make me feel comfortable. I mean, in real life, but also in the game. I know that’s how some of these dating games work, but it’s not really my jam.
I already have one person telling me that she would not mind going on a date with me, even though we’ve talked a handful of times. I don’t mind that so much because some people work that way, but it feels rushed to me.
In addition, there are dramas and intrigues between people that I think are going to make me uncomfortable. Again, this is how real life works, yes, but it doesn’t feel earned yet in the game. I think that’s my main issue–all the gameplay and resource gathering is so incredibly slow; yet, the relationship building is rushed.
Let’s talk about the relationships, shall we? I like most of the peoaple, but I don’t really have time to talk to them because I’m trying to get all the resources I need to get shit done. I do try to get my once-a-day talk to each resident done, but I find myself resenting it, frankly. Espceially as I mentioned in yesterday’s post that I have to give gifts to them to further our relationship. I risked giving the old sea salt a fish stew as a gift, and he thanked me for thinking of him–then added something about even if my thinking was bad or wrong or something like that.
I mean, what? Not only was the fish stew not what he wanted, but he was going to insult me as well? I actually know one of the things he wants, but because the meat shop was closed for three days in a row, I could not get what I needed until Tuesday.