The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt is seven years old today. If you don’t mind, I’ll be out in the garden digging my grave because I’ve come to the realisation that I’m fucking ancient. CD Projekt Red’s masterpiece first launched when I was living in university halls, meaning I spent hours playing it when I should have been doing work and attending cool parties.
Instead I was too busy being a gamer, which we all know is cooler anyway. While the studio has tanked its reputation somewhat with the busted release and failed next-gen comeback of Cyberpunk 2077, The Witcher and the legacy it has cemented in the medium remains untouched. While the first two games are fine -purists please don’t send me death threats - it wasn’t until the third and final entry in the trilogy that Geralt of Rivia hit the mainstream.
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Wild Hunt released at the right place at the right time, offering a vast open world and nuanced RPG experience that felt ahead of the curb in 2014. CDPR had taken the formula pioneered by the likes of Dragon Age and Baldur’s Gate, turning it into something far more involved. Gone were the black and white moral quandaries and relatively generic fantasy storytelling, replaced with a dark, honest, and engrossing tale that was unlike anything we’d seen before. At the time, its creators felt untouchable.
The franchise will continue with the release of The Witcher 4 in the coming years, although what story this new entry intends to tell and whether it will be attached to characters we already know and love remains to be seen. If it does, they should kill off Geralt, or at least seek to leave the original trilogy behind in fear of retracing its steps and
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