The Beautiful Game: The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt

I laid low this weekend just passed.

It was a delightful couple days of solid gaming immersion in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.

And whilst playing, I was repeatedly struck by the same thought...

This is a fucking beautiful generation.

Seriously, if you are on a PS4, Xbox One or PC, set your pad down and just gawp and the incredible worlds rendering before you. 

Look...

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Jeezus, it's a living breathing digital canvas that is so stunning it hurts my heart.

I can't canter for more than a minute in Wild Hunt without my thumb slipping over the Dual Shock share button. 

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Do you blame me? Merely traversing a ridge, I am greeted by egg yolk sunsets melting into rose pink skies...

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But the Lord both giveth and taketh away with the same hand - all this eye heroin is severely slowing my game progress.

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How am I supposed to swiftly level-up by checking-off quests and hacking lumps out of monstrosities when I am perpetually distracted by feathered clouds sailing past ivory midnight moons?

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But then again the slowed pace of advancement is a small price to pay when the holistic experiences of walking in Geralt of Rivia's muddied boots, or riding atop his trusty steed Roach, are so glorious.

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It takes a unique digital craftsmanship to make brutal killing fields so darn pretty...

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Fuck it, if you really start to feel like you are losing all hope for humankind...

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...you can always abandon the land and cast adrift for yet endless tides of emotion-swelling vistas...

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So many, many delightful moments, and I have barely scratched the surface of this masterpiece.

Kudos CD Projekt Red!