The long dark. The game drips with atmosphere, sleeping when there is a blizzard outside your little cabin is just fantastic. Hearing the snow crunch as you’re exploring, or the haunting sound of wolves howling as they follow you while you’re hauling your latest kill of fresh meat.
The feeling when you come across a rare find that saves your life, like a nice jacket or leggings.
Oh! Once you learn to navigate in a blizzard? You can’t see and it can be so hypnotic. Walking until you find a landmark and adjusting your path, crunching along while the wind howls hoping you find shelter before you die.
The feeling of seeing the Aurora borealis in that gorgeous sky at night?
It all almost makes you forget that you’re probably starving/freezing to death.
In all seriousness this was the only thing I could think of myself and then I had a moment of thought about a dwarf (irl not rpg) having a stalker. It is something that never crossed my mind. Not to say they couldn’t or anything but I could just feel the realization hit.
Anyway, cheers for the actual definition before the brain rot set in too hard.