![]() Apparently, most of the missions that involve him aren't even vital to the story. I've tried to stay in the dark about The Witcher 3 until I've played it, but it's hard to avoid discussions about this guy, the Bloody Baron. It's the very definition of video game bloat: these aspects are added because it's expected of the genre, though very few open-world game designers seem particularly enthused to expand upon these non-critical tasks and make them anything more than perfunctory repetition of extant story mission structures or assiduous scavenger hunts for arbitrarily scattered collectibles. As you continue to delve into side content, you'll see that there's less and less clever mission design and it all starts to feel like grinding and busywork. The player is free to pursue these optional objectives, but deep down I suspect that the developers give these side-missions less attention because of their entirely superfluous nature. A game like Grand Theft Auto V will pack itself full of side-activities that emphasize the driving, the shooting or any other significant gameplay mode that's possible within the engine, to allow players who particularly like one or more of those modes to keep playing them, all the while earning rewards that benefit the main story progression. ![]() Specifically, that the designers of open-world games create their worlds as a type of buffet: there's something for everyone, but it's not generally expected that one person will eat everything on offer. The Completionist's Complaint, at least as far as this particular article's purview goes, can also refer to a pathological condition that affects open-world games themselves as well, or at least their developers. Anyway, I'm not here to talk literature what do I look like, a book reader? I have too many open-world side-missions left to complete to spend time on anything like that. ![]() I realize obsessively playing the same video game for over a hundred hours to get 100% completion is about as far away as you can get from having increasingly kinky sexual encounters with multiple partners, but there's almost assuredly a similar psychological compulsion behind both. Like, say, the psychosexual dysfunction of the title character of Philip Roth's Portnoy's Complaint. The title refers to both the airing of grievances but also to the pathological definition of the word "complaint". I know how that title must sound: "Oh, Mento's going to spend another four thousand words excoriating Assassin's Creed Syndicate again." Well, yes and no. ![]()
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