A collection of essays documenting the stories I've created within the expansive world of Baldur's Gate 3 and the wonderings my wanderings in that world have inspired. Please be advised: these posts have story spoilers!
Baldur's Gate 3
Spoilers below. Please be forewarned. Also, please note that I discovered a little soapbox in the middle of trying to tell this part of the story and couldn't resist climbing on top of it for a bit. It's at the end though, so you can always
Baldur's Gate 3
Okay, I have a confession. Although I didn’t actively look up tutorials or playthroughs at first, my agenda got the better of me and I looked up a few game mechanics to ensure I could achieve my aim. Remember now, my indignation at Astarion’s rebuff of Zhi meant
Baldur's Gate 3
After choosing your race and your class, and spending (if you're me) at minimum an hour customizing your character's look, you have to choose a name. Naming is sacred, you see. It is also, I think, intensely personal. And contrary to labels, which are imposed on
Baldur's Gate 3
(Potential spoilers below) This little detour is important. I promise. (Also, be prepared for some, shall we say, innuendo? Don't say I didn't warn you...) I was late to the whole Baldur’s Gate 3 thing. Story of my life. The reason was largely technical—I
Baldur's Gate 3
227 hours and 31 minutes. It was just past the witching hour when I finished my first Baldur’s Gate 3 run through. It was emotional, to finally finish. It was an emotional game. How aggravating. I feel like Murderbot[1]—I need to withdraw from the feed because I’