Hoo boy, where to start?
In Shelter, you are a mamma badger and your goal is to feed and protect your babies. You have five, and they start to fade when they need food, and you have many dangers to protect them from, like Scary Freaking Birds (TM), forest fires and The Dark.
I got through the first couple levels and thought.. I got this, I'm a great mom. I've got all five badgers, everyone's fed, A+ to me. Then I fell into a cave. And something scared my badgers into the darkness. Ensue baby badger screaming, and then there were four. This irritated me, so I dubbed the one with the white back "my favorite" and put him in charge of keeping the rest of the babies in line.
We scoured the cave for food, and with my four remaining babies fading fast, I finally found what I hoped to be a way out. Insert scary noise, scrambling baby badgers, and then there were three. I scolded Favorite, and thought about putting him in a time out, but The Dark didn't seem like a great place to do so. We ventured up into the light, finally, killed a fox, survived Scary Freaking Birds (TM), torrential rains, and in an attempt to run upriver against the some rapids, I lost Favorite. I considered giving up right then and there, but I was determined to prove I wasn't a completely worthless mother, so I trudged forward.
I lost my will to lead my two remaining babies to the end. I dubbed one of them "New Favorite", and proceeded to feed him any extra food in hopes it would help us make it through to whatever hope lies at the end of our 'tunnel'. He became a bit of a pig, even stole food from his only remaining sister. We pushed forward through forest fires, past rivers, and more Scary Freaking Birds (TM). Unfortunately, the lack of food to his sister must have ran its toll, because she simply couldn't outrun the bird, and then there was one.
We were almost there, I could feel it. That, or I was simply going to give up because I couldn't take it anymore. Whichever came first. We reached a large field, I began to run for my life with New Favorite following me faithfully, probably only because he wanted food - at this point he was as large as I was...
..and the Scary Freaking Bird (TM) attacked me. Repeatedly. I tried running. Hiding. There was no escape. And yet, as my nearly-dead carcass was carried away, the last thoughts in my mind were... "At least New Favorite survived. At least it wasn't my last baby. Maybe my motherhood skills aren't a complete waste..."
And then I hoped that little fatty ran, so my sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
I'll wake up to nightmares of badger screams tonight. And Giant Birds. Thanks Shelter.