This might be my oldest’s first survival game. I guess I’m not sure why I expected practical survival instincts from a creature who has never really had to be concerned with their own survival. At his age I certainly don’t recall food and shelter and warmth being something I had to think about… they were just always there because my parents made sure of it. Or maybe my presence in a survival game just atrophies those instincts, letting him fall into our typical patterns where I make sure we stay alive, and he enjoys being a kid.

Perhaps I’m doing him a disservice. Perhaps I should just let him starve.

In the game, obviously.

But, still… don’t tell his mom.