Still in Witcher 3
I still think about Witcher 3 constantly, which is pathetic for a game that’s been out for years. The problem is it’s full of these what-if moments that never leave you. I’ll find a Reddit video about some alternate Ciri or Triss fate and suddenly I’m replaying the entire thing in my head, different choices, different endings—except I already know I’d make the exact same calls. It’s always Triss.
The game’s finished, the story’s done, but Funko made figures of Geralt and Ciri and Yennefer and even Eredin, and I want them. There’s something about having these plastic versions of people I spent two hundred hours with that pulls you right back in. Admitting they belong on a shelf somewhere feels like admitting the game owns a permanent part of my brain.