You'll Want To See How Valheim Ends

The first time I encountered a troll in Valheim, I let out a noise usually reserved for discovering a rat under the kitchen sink. My squad and I had spent the past few hours merrily galavanting, doing the typical survival-crafting loop: chopping wood, bashing rocks, getting distracted by shiny things, and generally operating with the false confidence of people who thought they had a plan. Then a blue troll crested the hill. It was enormous, absurdly so, and it was coming directly toward us. I remember the panic and the realization that our itty bitty Viking bodies were definitely not equipped for whatever nonsense this was. More than 300 hours later, I still remember that troll.