It took me nearly seven months, but over this last weekend I finally finished The Witcher 3’s main quest. During those 110 hours I experienced, in my opinion, the best that the open-world RPG genre has to offer… has ever offered.
A while back I wrote about how The Witcher 3 was teaching me to stop giving a s**t. The game’s narrative and predefined character were constantly coaxing me away from playing the “selfless RPG hero” role, instead favouring a more involved character in a personal quest line devoid of world-ending plot devices. When I wrote that initial piece I was barely 30 hours into the game; “The Bloody Baron” quest line had sunk its teeth into me and I was being completely engulfed by what was unfolding before me.
Now that Geralt’s story is complete, I have this overwhelming need to gush about narrative and just how subtly manipulative this game can be. Needless to say, there are some enormous spoilers after the jump.