Minecraft

Minecraft, ah, it's like a pixelated version of the time I got sent to purgatory by a wizard. To put it in human terms, it's the digital equivalent of endlessly stacking Lego blocks while blindfolded in a room full of toe-stubbing furniture. If I wanted to labor, I’d join dwarves in a mine. The graphics? A throwback to when a potato was a viable graphics card. And the survival mode? A never-ending cycle of punching trees, hoarding dirt, and getting ambushed by explosive foliage. Night comes and what? You get spooky skeletons and green hissy things. A real monster would laugh itself silly! Sure, you can build anything, but it's mostly just compensating for the lack of anything better to do. Perfect if you'd prefer excavating virtual dirt and playing with square sheep over a wild night at the tavern.