He’s a petite bourgeois parasite who underpays you for your produce, overcharges the townsfolk, and takes credit for high quality produce you sell him. Plus he’s got that Mr Beast brain disease that makes him think enjoying himself is a waste of potential earning time, he never participates in festivals and instead operates a popup shop.
The only thing he has going for him is his opposition to Jojo, but that’s not even on moral grounds, he just wants his own petite monopoly without the threat of a massive corporation running him out of business. Oh, and he punches the Jojo manager whats-his-nuts (I never interact with Jojo outside mandatory cutscenes) if you encourage him to.
Stardew is literally a petite bourgeois fantasy role play game. You inherit property from your grandpa in some cutesy pastoral town where everyone is a small business Kulak. The proletariat culture of the towns mining past totally erased by these upper middle class yeoman larpers who probably moved into the area when all the mining jobs dried up.
There should be a mod where the Red Guards come into Stardew and forcibly collectivize all your Kulak ass property to grow wheat for the proletariat.
It is a fun game tho I get to make such a cute farm!!!
Unironically I would adore being given strict demands on how much produce they need and then trying to accomplish that for the glory of the state. Would make for a fun change of pace rather than just growing a quadrillion star fruits and turning them into wine.
You are now head of the Stardew Valley labor camp in the Ferngill Republic, but Ferngill Republic is a fascist country currently at war with the Socialist Republic of Gotoro (smeared in Ferngillian propaganda as “Gotoro Empire”). Your task is to grow crops to feed Ferngillian troops who are currently waging a war of annihilation in Gotoro lands.
It would be so weird to see it become a papers please, where you need to decide which people can work on the farm, and if you get the spies you can have your produce poisoning the troops, or diverting excess to the Gotoron troops…and it culminates in air strikes on the farm and a tank battle across the village.
Daily reminder that the country Stardew Valley is in is currently at war with another country to its southern border, and Kent almost certainly got PTSD from shooting too many Gotoro kids in the face.
Don’t forget the fact that he’s negligent towards his wife and daughter! And that his daughter may not be his own, depending on if you wanna go down the Rasmodius fan-theory rabbit hole.
yea it’s implied he’s very controlling over his (young adult) daughter. when you talk to her in a cutscene in the mini graveyard at night, he comes after her and starts being a pig
takes credit for high quality produce you sell him
also implied when you give him really shitty, slightly rotten produce he’ll feed it to his family to save a few pennies. abigail mentions having the thing you sold him for dinner last night and goes “I guess it was starting to go bad and my dad couldn’t bear to throw it out!”
He’s a petite bourgeois parasite who underpays you for your produce, overcharges the townsfolk, and takes credit for high quality produce you sell him. Plus he’s got that Mr Beast brain disease that makes him think enjoying himself is a waste of potential earning time, he never participates in festivals and instead operates a popup shop.
The only thing he has going for him is his opposition to Jojo, but that’s not even on moral grounds, he just wants his own petite monopoly without the threat of a massive corporation running him out of business. Oh, and he punches the Jojo manager whats-his-nuts (I never interact with Jojo outside mandatory cutscenes) if you encourage him to.
Stardew is literally a petite bourgeois fantasy role play game. You inherit property from your grandpa in some cutesy pastoral town where everyone is a small business Kulak. The proletariat culture of the towns mining past totally erased by these upper middle class yeoman larpers who probably moved into the area when all the mining jobs dried up.
There should be a mod where the Red Guards come into Stardew and forcibly collectivize all your Kulak ass property to grow wheat for the proletariat.
It is a fun game tho I get to make such a cute farm!!!
Unironically I would adore being given strict demands on how much produce they need and then trying to accomplish that for the glory of the state. Would make for a fun change of pace rather than just growing a quadrillion star fruits and turning them into wine.
monkey paw curls
You are now head of the Stardew Valley labor camp in the Ferngill Republic, but Ferngill Republic is a fascist country currently at war with the Socialist Republic of Gotoro (smeared in Ferngillian propaganda as “Gotoro Empire”). Your task is to grow crops to feed Ferngillian troops who are currently waging a war of annihilation in Gotoro lands.
It would be so weird to see it become a papers please, where you need to decide which people can work on the farm, and if you get the spies you can have your produce poisoning the troops, or diverting excess to the Gotoron troops…and it culminates in air strikes on the farm and a tank battle across the village.
Daily reminder that the country Stardew Valley is in is currently at war with another country to its southern border, and Kent almost certainly got PTSD from shooting too many Gotoro kids in the face.
Communist Party of Ferngill cadres being confused when I enthusiastically accept the nationalization of Granddad’s farm
Don’t forget the fact that he’s negligent towards his wife and daughter! And that his daughter may not be his own, depending on if you wanna go down the Rasmodius fan-theory rabbit hole.
yea it’s implied he’s very controlling over his (young adult) daughter. when you talk to her in a cutscene in the mini graveyard at night, he comes after her and starts being a pig
Or he’s just being protective of his edgy daughter
also implied when you give him really shitty, slightly rotten produce he’ll feed it to his family to save a few pennies. abigail mentions having the thing you sold him for dinner last night and goes “I guess it was starting to go bad and my dad couldn’t bear to throw it out!”