The game is just FS15 all over again, from controls (which are tight!) to gameplay (which we will get into!). You can stick to the good ol’ days of harvesting wheat from the fields, or you can branch out and try your hand at rearing some cows. What you do from that point on is entirely up to you. You start the game with some fields, a couple of vehicles and a bit of money. You’re a farmer stranded in the middle of GENERIC EUROPEAN COUNTRY #23, well known for its bountiful fields and impassable mountainous edges. If you’ve never played a Farming Sim game before, let me paint you a picture of what it’s all about. So, yeah, FS17 is okay, just don’t expect to fall in love with farming because of it. The elements that comprise our bodies are so common that even the soil we tread upon forms neural networks, like the workers I hired to plough those very fields as I went about odd jobs like a rogue monoamine floating through the synaptic gap of existence. We are not born of any unique substance to separate us from the chaff, but it took an introspective journey through Farming Sim 17 to figure that out. For 15 hours, I sat right in front of those beady-eyed monstrosities and questioned what it was to be a man. Have you ever stopped to smell the pigs? I have.
