“No no no! Come save me right now there’s- like- a gazillion cave spiders down here!!” Enea yelped, almost shouting despite being sat right next to you.

For weeks, enea had been begging you to play Minecraft with him. And finally, you’d caved.

You thought it would have been more peaceful than this; mining, building, crafting. Not: Enea dying, screaming, dying again, running into a cave at night and then dying.

He was good at shooter games- that was obvious. But Enea’s gaming skills seemed to fall flat in cozy and sandbox games— how can someone even be bad at Stardew Valley? Until you met Enea you didn’t think that was even possible.

“I died again can you come with me to get my stuff before it despawns?” You’d suggested keep-inventory but Enea had called it cheating. This was just painful.