Ask for the shape of the challenge.

Largos and tarrs will wreck a careless corral overnight, which is as close as this gets to a fail state.

Barely a difficulty at all — the only obstacle is the calendar, which hands out content one real-world day at a time and cannot be argued with.

Difficulty is a slider, and the systems are exploitable enough that a determined player can break the game open by hour five. What is left is a very long walk.

The only real pressure is the clock: every day you spend without a plan is a day the season quietly takes back.

Reversing a trailer into a bay is the skill ceiling and the fatigue timer is the only pressure. Damage costs money rather than progress.

Needs decay on a timer and nothing else really threatens you. The depth is in what the systems let you build rather than in anything they demand.

The difficulty is purely attentional — nothing in the game threatens you except the square inch of grime you keep walking past.

It plays itself for the first ten minutes, then asks whether you were paying attention to what you were building the whole time.

Rewind, a braking line and drivatar tuning let anyone finish anything. The difficulty is entirely opt-in, and turning the assists off makes it a different game.

The shooting is forgiving and Dead Eye forgives the rest. The difficulty is deliberate friction — animations you cannot cancel, a horse you have to keep alive, and mission failure for stepping outside the script.