My Inventory Is Family

Describe a family member.

The closest thing I have to a family member in my daily routine is my inventory screen. It nags me when I carry too much, reminds me I’m starving, and never forgets that one ruined can of peaches from 20 days ago. Reliable, slightly judgmental, and always there when I need it — basically family.

(We don’t talk about the time I accidentally ate the raw meat.)