Survival games and I are not friends. You’ll usually find me running a mile from anything that asks me to punch a tree for my dinner. Adulting is hard enough, and frankly, surviving Mumbai is a real-life game I’m already playing on hardcore mode. I gave Valheim a go once and binned it in less time than it takes to make a chai. So, when the very same friend who championed that Viking ordeal asked if I had Enshrouded, I was sceptical. Still, a quick peek revealed it was nestled in my Steam Family Share (a truly beautiful invention), and I reluctantly gave in. What kind of games journo would I be if I didn’t occasionally dive headfirst out of my comfort zone, eh?
Well, I’m absolutely happy to report that Enshrouded has completely rewired my brain on the whole survival thing. It’s not one of those games that boots you into the deep end and expects you to swim. Here, survival is more about the joy of building and roleplaying, not a constant, nagging worry that your character might wither away. Some hardcore fans might scoff at the lower barrier to entry, but I’m here for it with open arms.