I’m ready to admit that Baldur’s Gate 3 has given me complete and total brain worms, in many senses of the term, over the past few weeks. When I’m not playing it, I’ve been thinking about it. My poor family has been subjected to extensive descriptions of my cat-throwing antics and strange habit of putting bodies in my pocket to resurrect at a later point. (I ignored the expressions of mild concern on their faces.) Such has my obsession spiralled that I’ve been seeking out this fantasy role-playing experience in other games, where I can similarly shape my character’s arc and set out on new adventures across dangerous fantasy realms.
I became a medieval poet on a fantasy Minecraft server
