Four blizzards in five days. I've harvested all of the cloth, scrap metal and reclaimed wood that my base has to offer. I've boiled up enough potable water to fill a swimming pool. I've made enough charcoal to map all of Asia. What is there left to do but play cards and sleep? And so I sit for five minutes watching progress bars advance until the game decides that it's going to let me do something interesting.
At last, a sunny day! Let's go map the western half of Pleasant Valley! I tromp over there under blue skies but then fog rolls in making mapping impossible. Tromp home. Next morning it's sunny but by the time I get to the area I want to map the fog has again descended.
I'm holed up in a barn, warming up by a fire. Fifteen more minutes before my clothing is dry. Not much else I can do so I'll just skip time until it's done. But wait, no, I can only skip time in increments of one hour. So once again I am stuck sitting on my hands, waiting for the game.
The Long Dark is excellent at evoking a sense of solitude and desolation. Alas it is also far too often excellent at evoking a sense of boredom.
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