CD Projekt Red’s The Witcher 3 hit 18-year-old me and every other fantasy role-playing games dork (honorific) like a truck. The threequel had everything: a dynamic open-world, multi-faceted characters and in-game choices that actually felt like they mattered. However, the latter bit me in the ass several times over in my first playthrough.
I trusted the wrong person in The Witcher 3 and regret it to this day
