Fine games all things considered, but here's my pet peeve: literally everyone you meet is a fat balding racist asshole (or a whore). This creates a fundamental problem: despite the fact that I'm (in theory) expected to care about *the world* of The Witcher, not just it's characters... I don't. How can I possibly be attached to a world populated entirely by petty racist douchebags who hate me? Come the tail end of the Witcher 2 where you're basically asked to choose between your interests and those of various European Expy nations- I picked my own prettymuch automatically. At *best* the populace of those nations are ungrateful superstitious simpletons who hate everyone that wasn't born within 50 feet of them from a similar vagina. At worst they're braying lynch mobs trying to kill me and anyone interesting I've ever met.
Anyone good looking (elves, whores, love interests, Saskia)? Check. They all wanna kill them for some reason.
Anyone smart (mages, sorceresses, rebel leaders, any ruler that's not a walking penis)? Check. They're all marked for death by the common folk at some point.
Anyone *useful* (the blue stripes, the dwarves, the trolls)? Check. Again, largely for petty and stupid reasons.
So really, fuck the peasantry. Every peasant I meet is either asking me to save their life at great personal risk for free, or spitting in my face and picking a fight with me. If it's a choice between a lineup of 23 butt ugly jerkoffs all crying that I can't solve their problems fast enough and a gorgeous redhead who's head over heels for me- it's kind of a no brainer. But then I'm weird like that >.>
Anyone good looking (elves, whores, love interests, Saskia)? Check. They all wanna kill them for some reason.
Anyone smart (mages, sorceresses, rebel leaders, any ruler that's not a walking penis)? Check. They're all marked for death by the common folk at some point.
Anyone *useful* (the blue stripes, the dwarves, the trolls)? Check. Again, largely for petty and stupid reasons.
So really, fuck the peasantry. Every peasant I meet is either asking me to save their life at great personal risk for free, or spitting in my face and picking a fight with me. If it's a choice between a lineup of 23 butt ugly jerkoffs all crying that I can't solve their problems fast enough and a gorgeous redhead who's head over heels for me- it's kind of a no brainer. But then I'm weird like that >.>