the second you stop wasting ammo on center mass this game clicks. stomping every corpse for loot like a goblin. the silence in the tram sections got me worse than any of the jumpscares tbh

I like this more than I enjoy playing it, if that makes sense. The writing in Act 2 is some of the best CRPG prose I've read, Durance alone is worth the price of admission, and the bestiary entries have more personality than whole games. But god the combat. Pausing every four seconds to micromanage five party members through another trash encounter in another samey dungeon corridor. Caed Nua also just sits there eating my money and sending me reports about a bandit I'll never meet. I finished it. I'm glad I finished it. I don't know that I'll ever do it again