Posted February 10, 2010
Gothic II sucked me in at first with some pleasant-looking landscapes, nice musical backdrop, and interesting lore. After a few hours of game time I started to notice the enormous amount of flaws with this game. Man, where to start?
The inventory is a jumbled mass of knicknacks, trinkets, garbage, and unusable weapons that you accumulate with seemingly no organization at all. The combat system doesn't seem to allow you to transition very easily from melee to magic fighting, so I'll be standing there getting bitten to death by wolves while my character spastically struggles to unsheath his sword. Many of the quests I picked up were bugged and impossible to complete for various reasons. Sometimes certain quests were entered into my questbook, which is also hopelessly disorganized, and I spent far too many minutes sifting through the entries trying to find a clue as to what I should be doing.
And the difficulty level is off the charts. I usually play games on the most difficult setting when possible, because I enjoy a challenge, but in Gothic II it felt as if quests just kept piling up because I was nowhere NEAR powerful enough to complete most of them when I picked them up. "Recover the Eye of Innos? Oh, okay, let me just rush into the middle of these five demonic sorcerers, any ONE of which could kill me by sneezing in my direction!"
IT also struck me as rather funny that even after I became a big, bad Fire Mage, any old nameless Citizen in town could sometimes beat me up with a twig. And a few times, this would happen with no provocation on my part. And even though someone else will start a fight, everyone else accuses me of being a thug and descend on me with sabers and flying fisticuffs.
This game is riddled with flaws. The voice acting is laughably bad. The character models look like a 4th grader drew them. And even the pixellated little people in the game are so depressed about living in such a shoddy place that they constantly quaff Gin straight from the bottle. It has sunk me into a black despondency, and I am now going to go live under the overpass, away from the warm glow of computer screens, away from the terrible temptation of Gothic II, where maybe I can finally get some placid sleep without the looming threat of death by Bloodfly.
The inventory is a jumbled mass of knicknacks, trinkets, garbage, and unusable weapons that you accumulate with seemingly no organization at all. The combat system doesn't seem to allow you to transition very easily from melee to magic fighting, so I'll be standing there getting bitten to death by wolves while my character spastically struggles to unsheath his sword. Many of the quests I picked up were bugged and impossible to complete for various reasons. Sometimes certain quests were entered into my questbook, which is also hopelessly disorganized, and I spent far too many minutes sifting through the entries trying to find a clue as to what I should be doing.
And the difficulty level is off the charts. I usually play games on the most difficult setting when possible, because I enjoy a challenge, but in Gothic II it felt as if quests just kept piling up because I was nowhere NEAR powerful enough to complete most of them when I picked them up. "Recover the Eye of Innos? Oh, okay, let me just rush into the middle of these five demonic sorcerers, any ONE of which could kill me by sneezing in my direction!"
IT also struck me as rather funny that even after I became a big, bad Fire Mage, any old nameless Citizen in town could sometimes beat me up with a twig. And a few times, this would happen with no provocation on my part. And even though someone else will start a fight, everyone else accuses me of being a thug and descend on me with sabers and flying fisticuffs.
This game is riddled with flaws. The voice acting is laughably bad. The character models look like a 4th grader drew them. And even the pixellated little people in the game are so depressed about living in such a shoddy place that they constantly quaff Gin straight from the bottle. It has sunk me into a black despondency, and I am now going to go live under the overpass, away from the warm glow of computer screens, away from the terrible temptation of Gothic II, where maybe I can finally get some placid sleep without the looming threat of death by Bloodfly.