I didn't really want to farm or have animals in this game because crippling OCD would make me run in circles and fret trying to maintain it all, and the dog is already coming to me every day for food even though he has food, but I decide to push myself to be more involved in the way the game works. So I tame a couple goats and make (and remake 3X because a window is off-center) them a house and finally feel pretty okay about it. Then a third dumbass goat gets stuck on my cliff crying so I tame him too, then someone has a baby, and now I have four goats making enough milk for 800 people. Anyway, for some reason they all stopped making babies for a few weeks now and they seem easy enough to keep so I figure that's my whole venture into farm animals, got off easy... But then the game starts requiring wool and I realize I have to get some damn yaks just for that. Man, I woulda skipped the goats if I knew I have to raise yaks. So I begrudgingly fly to snowy terrain, freeze to death several times because I don't have wool to make the warm gear yet, then finally bring home two yaks.
Well…I did not expect to love the yaks but I do. They run to me to be petted and then fall over and go to sleep at my feet. I love them so much I bring home a third one and keep redecorating and expanding their barn. I drop what I’m doing every day to make sure they all get pets and a thank you for their wool. Eventually when I rescue so many stupid human survivors that they crowded me out of my own home I put a bed and a fireplace in the yak barn for myself so the yaks will know I care about them after being gone since dawn killing scavengers and dragons. I will build a separate house for myself some day but for now we are a bad sit-com The Yaks and Me.
Ok so a couple weeks into the yak-dom they suddenly have a baby and I couldn’t be more excited if a real yak baby showed up in my real back yard. But I’m also realizing uh oh, it begins. I’m gonna have too many yaks. Will I have to split them into separate stalls and break up the family just to make sure no one is making babies? Oh no. Lemme think about this. I love my free-range Yak family, maybe it will be okay... Meanwhile TWO more babies show up first thing next day. sh*t. I can’t neuter anyone and this will be out of control fast. I decide some yaks will have to return to the wild. Yes, that will be a fine way to keep population down! I just want three of these six yaks. So I grab three yaks and take them back to the snowy summit, a nice green area with other yaks to befriend. But I quickly find out THEY CANNOT BE PLACED THERE. They can only be placed at a base I now realize, tamed forever. Oh no. So they can’t be released anywhere, I gotta keep them forever? Unless what —I kill them? Nooooooooooooooooooo. So I bring all the yaks home and think.
They aren’t real, come on. I tell myself to quit being dumb and get rid of a few. THEY AREN’T REAL. It will be therapeutic for my OCD to off some of these yaks and let it go since I can't get all hung up, hyper focused and sentimental about this game animal, right? I need to do this. So I take just one yak to a separate garden area out of the other yaks' view, ya know, even though they aren’t real, and then I axe this poor yak one time and he makes an awful sound and it’s over. I take his meat and wool like a monster while all the dumbass survivors I've taken in just walk all over his body saying "Hello!" "How are you?" AND ITS TERRIBLE. My soul. Worse than I thought. I'm beginning a novel right now about my yak trauma, and I haven't told the other yaks about this murder and still don't know what to do next about the population either.
What I could have just posted here: THERE SHOULD BE AN OPTION TO RELEASE THE ANIMALS BACK IN THE WILD. FFS please.
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