Ahoy! As the title suggests, I’ve spent a few hours in Sea of Thieves. What I’ve played so far, I love. Aargh. I half-heartedly promise to keep pirate themed vocabulary to a minimum. But I’m sure there’ll be points where it’s required, ye scurvy dogs and/or landlubbers.
I started writing this at 39 hours. Then I started writing it again at 62 hours. Finally, here I am at 85 hours. Infection has set in. My flesh has rotted and flaked from my bones, and I’ve managed to get the game’s teeth out of me.
I don’t really know how this happened. I only installed it to say I’d given it a go. I fully expected to ditch it after a couple of hours.
I haven’t played a Zelda game since Wind Waker in 2002. I bought a Switch in November specifically to play BoTW. I figured it was worth it based on the strength of praise both the game and console were getting. I was excited. I couldn’t wait. When my Switch was delayed by a day, I nearly cried. Skip to the end: I’ve not been more disappointed in a game since… I don’t know. Perhaps, without hyperbole, it’s the most disappointing game I’ve ever played. Goddamn hype trains, man. Love the Switch though.