Geralt speaks to me on a visceral level.
It’s about 900 degrees in our house right now. Southern California is painfully predictable. The spring sucks, fall sucks, and in between them the Summer sucks the hardest. A sweltering moisture vacant oven that bakes every last person that was foolish enough to live here. If there weren’t jobs here I’m largely convinced that folks wouldn’t be here. But I digress, I played a lot of Witcher today and I have no regrets. Figured we might have some fun looking at various events from my escapades as Geralt.
Firstly I’m fairly obsessed with Gwent, the card game inside of the Witcher. I’ve been getting fairly good at using spies and bounce effects to maximize my output.
When I’m not dealing with gwent players and collecting those cards I find myself cleaning up the region of Pirates, Cannibals, and other undesirables. Usually I walk up to them and say “Hey fellas!” and they respond by attacking me. It uh, doesn’t really go there way anymore.
It’s not all murder and mayhem though. Displaced people find their way back to the areas that I’ve cleansed of murderers and rapists. No matter how many times I see it I find it touching.
Occasionally Geralt needs to remind people of who he is. Luckily he has come across a handy visual to get the point across to people who are unaware of my awesome.
The land of Witcher 3 is not without its weirdness. You find yourself completely ignoring otherwise suspicious sights. Because by the time you see them they pale in comparison to all else that has come before them.
At the end of the day though, really its all about relaxing beside the fire.
Best not tell Yennifer.