Alright, so I came across this PC Gamer article, “I’m sick of the survival crafting ‘Cube’ and calling the gamer HOA on all of you” — and I have to say, I am offended that I am in all of these pictures. (Not the real me, but you get the point.)
(Also not those specific games, because ew again, but you know what I mean.)
My sister Dee and I tend to play most of our survival and survival-crafting titles together. We have excellent complementary playstyles. She likes being the sacrificial lamb, I’m happy to let her be one! She prefers to be out doing stuff at all times — even if “stuff” is going out into the pitch-black scary night to chop wood endlessly — and I prefer to avoid both the scary night and endlessly chopping wood. (She’s a big pack rat and I’m constantly culling her “discoveries,” but that’s neither here nor there.)
The one thing we don’t have, apparently, is a decorative bone in our bodies. Lemme specify — house building and decor.
We have personal style for daaaays.
But we’re pretty damn incapable of building homes, and we’re probably prime offenders of the Cube lifestyle. (A hundred years in 7 Days to Die and we’ve never actually built our own house — we just cannibalize a nice one we come across… which usually means gutting the top floors and slapping down a nice rectangular floor plan.)
For me, it’s about handling my survival brain spoons. Sure, I could go hog wild with cozy nooks and flying buttresses (right? these are things?), but I need to save that brain power for survival.
Here’s the actual scoop straight from President Obama, in his October 2012 Vanity Fair profile by Michael Lewis:
“You’ll see I wear only gray or blue suits. I’m trying to pare down decisions. I don’t want to make decisions about what I’m eating or wearing. Because I have too many other decisions to make.”
“You need to focus your decision-making energy. You need to routinize yourself. You can’t be going through the day distracted by trivia.”
I need to figure out navigation, inventory management, and shitting in the woods (at least in SCUM) — I need important decisions only, plz.
When every single wall is a blank, distraction-free canvas, laying out the hundred thousand workbenches is far easier for my sanity — and for navigation when it’s pitch dark inside!
In other words: my walls are blank, my workbenches are many, and my mental load is light. Thanks, Obama.
Haha…guilty as charged. I make wooden cubes buttttt….I hoard stuff like crazy and make cute snazzy roomlets for them. so yeah tell this architechect guy to eat my shorts. My inventory management makes me think in another life I had slight OCD.
So basically a cube within a cube within a cube. (Within a cube.)
That cube is sexy too by the way i love it.