Diary Of A Banished Gamer

Day 1: Banished vs. Real-Life
The score so far is 1 – 0 in favor of the game. I had initially planned to finish all my work before the launch of the game at 2 PM on February 18. Alas! All my plans were spoiled when I discovered that the game had already launched by the time I woke up in the morning. It was only then that I realized my mistake – the 2 PM launch was just for the steam version, the DRM free installer was available on the developer website from 6 AM.

Down the drain went my vision for a productive day. I just about managed to get a few things done before I gave in to the temptation and bought, installed and started playing the game. The game was so interesting I lost track of time and forgot to eat! Not that I managed to accomplish much. But the beauty of the game is that whether you manage to succeed or fail, it is always fun and you learn something interesting.

In fact, I almost think that failing is even more fun than winning. Almost.

Top down view of my village in summer, Y4

The main village square - tailor, woodcutter and blacksmith

Forest outpost - gatherer, hunter, forester and herbalist

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