I'll review my first five hours playing Valheim by describing my tragicomic experience.

>I Started playing this game with two of my friends
>We decide to play without using any guide or watching any video online
>We three have been knowing each other since ages, so we trust each others.

The first days are harsh, the game seems vast and gives us some Minecraft-like vibes, we soon end up appreciating the whole atmosphere with its sounds and nature.
We begin by chopping some wood until, eventually, we end up dividing our roles inside our small party:
Me and one friend, become the hunters/explorers, while the third friend becomes the builder who, for some reason, decided to start building a giant and grotesque house for all of us.
The construction of the "house" will take several hours, and by the end of it, the structure will resemble a Tavern more than an actual house.
Meanwhile, us hunters go around chasing deers and exploring the map, fighting fierce opponents and constantly complaining about the uselessness of our builder, who prefers to build that dumb structure instead of actually helping us.
Some time passes, and our instruments slowly start to upgrade to something more functional and civilised, we even devise a plan to lead a Giant troll until it reaches the "house" to force our dumb builder to actually join us and fight.
The plan ends up being a success, although our builder almost died in the process, a trauma that will only make him further close himself in that dumb tavern of ours.
After the "Troll incident", our builder provided my fellow hunter with a feathered bow, an unusual gift, that turns out to be very helpful in the battlefield.
At this point, we have our house, our weapons and some clothing, but we still rely on hunting to get some meat, which barely fixes our constant scarcity of food.
We hunters finally understand how to spawn the first boss, so we head to the altar to spawn it and...
A giant deer appears, and starts chasing us down.
We understand we will need reinforcements, so we call our builders to help us.
He comes, and gets instakilled because his only weapon was a club that he barely ever used.
We devise a strategy and end up killing the giant deer with the feathered bow and some distraction-based strategies.
We take the much craved loot, and at this point...
We open our builders tomb, only to find out...
Over 60 units of Deer Meat, Over 60 Deer Heads
Our Builder had been cheating all along, and the feathered bow was nothing more than a strong, probably late game weapon, cheated by him and given to us.



Very cool game, but I need better friends.

I'll review my first five hours playing Valheim by describing my tragicomic experience. >I Started playing this game with two of my friends >We decide to play without using any guide or watching any video online >We three have been knowing each other since ages, so we trust each others. The first days are harsh, the game seems vast and gives us some Minecraft-like vibes, we soon end up appreciating the whole atmosphere with its sounds and nature. We begin by chopping some wood until, eventually, we end up dividing our roles inside our small party: Me and one friend, become the hunters/explorers, while the third friend becomes the builder who, for some reason, decided to start building a giant and grotesque house for all of us. The construction of the "house" will take several hours, and by the end of it, the structure will resemble a Tavern more than an actual house. Meanwhile, us hunters go around chasing deers and exploring the map, fighting fierce opponents and constantly complaining about the uselessness of our builder, who prefers to build that dumb structure instead of actually helping us. Some time passes, and our instruments slowly start to upgrade to something more functional and civilised, we even devise a plan to lead a Giant troll until it reaches the "house" to force our dumb builder to actually join us and fight. The plan ends up being a success, although our builder almost died in the process, a trauma that will only make him further close himself in that dumb tavern of ours. After the "Troll incident", our builder provided my fellow hunter with a feathered bow, an unusual gift, that turns out to be very helpful in the battlefield. At this point, we have our house, our weapons and some clothing, but we still rely on hunting to get some meat, which barely fixes our constant scarcity of food. We hunters finally understand how to spawn the first boss, so we head to the altar to spawn it and... A giant deer appears, and starts chasing us down. We understand we will need reinforcements, so we call our builders to help us. He comes, and gets instakilled because his only weapon was a club that he barely ever used. We devise a strategy and end up killing the giant deer with the feathered bow and some distraction-based strategies. We take the much craved loot, and at this point... We open our builders tomb, only to find out... Over 60 units of Deer Meat, Over 60 Deer Heads Our Builder had been cheating all along, and the feathered bow was nothing more than a strong, probably late game weapon, cheated by him and given to us. Very cool game, but I need better friends.