Always fun to play

Very nice and unique game.

I’ve spent over 600 hours in this game. Not because it’s groundbreaking or filled with story twists or gorgeous graphics. But because it showed up for me when life didn’t.

I played Craft The World mostly during the worst parts of my life—when I was unemployed, when COVID hit, when everything felt fragile. This game never asked much from me. Just... build a base, dig deep, collect some resources, and prepare for the next monster wave. That’s it. Simple loops. Comforting loops.

There’s no real story. The goal is to eventually craft a portal to the next world. I think I’ve done that ten times now. Sometimes I’d mod the hell out of it—so much that I’d break the game completely and have to start over. But that was part of the ritual too. Break. Rebuild. Continue.

It was the game I played so I could keep going in real life. When things were too heavy out here, I’d go in there, move little dwarves around, and let that be enough.

And then... I stopped. I came back years later, loaded it up, and something had changed. The game was the same. I wasn’t.

Now I have money. I have a warm bed. I have people. And somehow, I find myself drawn to heavier stories—games that deal with grief, identity, morality. The weight I no longer carry in real life, I now explore in fiction.

Craft The World isn’t less fun. I’ve just moved beyond needing its kind of peace.
But I’ll always be grateful for it. It was my quiet companion through the chaos.
Thank you, little dwarves. You helped me hold on.