THE FUSE

I have, for most of the last 20 years, been searching for my ideal survival game. It was a quest that was first sparked when playing the early beta version of Minecraft in 2009, inspired by that first moment of digging my way into a cave to survive the night and realizing that this was something I wanted in its purest form. For two decades I have played every survival game I could, trying to find the one that matched this platonic ideal that existed in my head, each falling short in some key way. And then last week I installed Icarus.