I don’t exactly remember how this happened, but during my recent quarantine I discovered some videos about Kenshi. The game looked intriguing enough to me that the discounted price tag during the Steam summer sale caught my attention. I bought the game and proceeded to play nothing but it for roughly a week, maybe a little more.
During this time I came to appreciate the difficulty of Kenshi. I started to have a serious love/hate relationship with the game; as soon as I thought I was making decent progress Kenshi would knock me down a couple of pegs to make sure that I wasn’t getting too confident. Every time I gained a couple of strength levels on my characters and thought, “oh boy maybe I can go fight stuff now!” Kenshi would slap me with the hard truth that I wasn’t prepared yet. It was a hard lesson to learn, and one that I had to keep learning because of my own hubris.
Obviously, that’s one of the biggest draws of Kenshi. The idea that you start out as nobody special, and if you want anything in this world you have to work hard for it. When I first started my play through, I discovered that mining copper was a pretty good way to start making money. As I continued to mine, I eventually used my meager savings to recruit a couple of party members to my cause. This basically amounted to extra hands that could help me mine copper and iron. Pretty soon I moved to the nearest town in the Shek kingdom and repeated the process.
It was at this point that my overconfidence truly began, however. I’d built up a small group of 6 adventurers; a couple of them even had decent fighting skills. I thought that I was ready to go into the world and start fighting the Hungry Bandits and Dust Bandits. Boy was I wrong about that. Even the lowly Hungry Bandits could take my group of unskilled fighters down with ease due to their sheer numbers.
It was here that I realized that Kenshi was really going to make me work for it, and I was ready to dive headfirst into that challenge. I started going out and picking fights with every group of hungry boys I could find, and slowly raising my characters stats to the point that they could take a beating. In between doing this I continued mining and sending my characters running across town with a full backpack of items to raise their strength stat.
That’s actually one of my favorite things about Kenshi; using a skill trains it in a similar vein to the Elder Scrolls series. That’s always a system that I can appreciate because it makes a lot of sense; the only negative is that it can become tedious after a while. I can see Kenshi being tedious for some, but thankfully I haven’t hit that wall yet. I am only 30 hours in on a restarted play through however, so that could still change.
Speaking of my first play through, it ended in disaster. I attempted to build a base way before I was able to handle it, and that was the harshest lesson Kenshi taught me. Even though I’d researched walls and other basics for a settlement, I was completely defenseless the moment some ninjas decided to swing by and take the place for themselves. After watching my group get slaughtered horrifically and everything that I loved in the game get burned to the ground, I decided to restart to my current play through. Now I’m armed with some more knowledge about the game, so I have high hopes for my success in this one.
Losing my settlement and characters in my first save taught me just how cruel Kenshi is. But that cruelty came more from my own ignorance about the game, not any malice from it. That’s why I both love and hate Kenshi; the game requires me to have the skill and knowledge to succeed, but I don’t have either of those yet. With any luck, this play through will be more successful than my last and I can take out the Holy Nation.