Alright now, get off your high horses, KFC is far from being super realistic, alot of busy LARPing is still on player's behalf.
Hardcore Henry is so hardcore, he can live weeks without sleep by overcoming fatigue with mead and booze, eat rotten meat like a python and heal with antivenom at the same moment. Any sorts of injuries could be healed with an apple or a few hours of sleep. Due to inventory not being fucking
GRID-BASED (which less realistic and LARP-y STALKER
has), player character can carry a cart of wine, a dozen of gambesons and a hundredweight of meat and walk just as normal.
A mere son of blacksmith has nice minute-precision watch, a nice GPS device marking every quest-related person, an encyclopedia that updates in real time and narrates about stuff only yet to happen in future.
NPC AI and behavior packages are not very convincing. All village idiots wash themselves in the same exact basin, which usually stands right under the sun all day, despite that the water is still always fresh all day, like taken from a spring, yet no one bothers to replenish these basins. No one uses toilets, everyone sleeps and spends their time where they like (like in a room player might rented to sleep in or to sit down right before a fresh corpse to chew some bread or to knit a sock for a grandchild). Peasants lazily get up at 8-9 AM and waddly have snacks and go on a field to bash a dried ground with a hoe and then culturally rest in the local tavern until late at night. Urban artisans are even better, they open their stores stricly 10 AM up until 10 PM, no second early, no second later. No one is bothered by a crawling thug in deep night, who previously unlocked all chests and all doors, only ask politely to leave. Not even run away to partolling guards to report or try to kick Henry out themselves. Enemies can't see past a few meter long radius, don't get too much bothered by whistling arrows.
Traders have more gold worth than their stock, their store and ground they own yet accept any kind of crap you'd gladly throw at them trying to sell, in any quantities. Anything from potted pants, rotten meat and cabbage, or a lord's family sword from castle next door.
Horse can breeze through forests no problem with a speed of a tuned muscle car yet can't wrinkle a small bush, teleports everywhere like a Warcraft mage and climbs mountains at an angle of 60-70 degrees on full speed. Saddlebag are accessible even when hoofed friend parked at nearby village a few miles away.
And yet there are potions that turns Henry into a walking fortress or transform rotten grub in fresh foods. And magic books, which after reading suddenly gives you strength or vitality. And multidimensional chests, the contents of which are available from anywhere in the world. Yet you can't equip a shield from your back or put on a helmet in a
battle duel. Unrealistic, I guess.
