CD Projekt Red’s The Witcher 3 — oh man, where do I start? I was 18, full of energy, and clearly not prepared for the emotional rollercoaster this game threw at me. Seriously, it hit me — and every other fantasy RPG geek — like a ton of bricks. You’ve got this sprawling universe, folks with layers like an onion, and choices that actually mean something? Yeah, sign me up. Or so I thought.
See, I dove into Witcher 3 without touching the first two games. I barely knew the lore. Magic, swords, beasts — that was my basic grasp. I was just pumped to be Geralt, chasing after Ciri with Yennefer tossing me “you’re an idiot, but I love you” vibes. Somehow, I ended up getting sidetracked with Keira Metz. No clue how that happened, but hey, sometimes life just goes sideways.
Hold up though, slight spoiler alert for those who haven’t ventured through Keira’s storyline yet.
So, Keira Metz. She’s kind of a big deal in the Lodge of Sorceresses, right? Used to roll with royalty until it all blew up. Ended up as Velen’s resident witch by sheer misfortune. Poor lady just wanted some comfort back, even if that meant dealing with Radovid, who, let’s be honest, maybe isn’t the best company. Radovid hates magic, and Keira’s just hoping he might suddenly forget that tiny detail. Not likely, but desperate times…
I gotta admit, I kind of felt bad for her. Getting booted from your home and all that jazz — it’s rough. But then she thought about using this plague cure as a weapon for Radovid? Yikes. Maybe, kinda, not the greatest idea, right?
So, here’s teenage me, thinking, “Keira’s got this.” I guess I was a bit too trusting or naive? Who knows. Off I went, ignoring red flags like a pro and immersing myself in this world for what felt like a lifetime. Honestly, I forgot about Keira until I didn’t.
Fast forward — whoops — and I’m in Novigrad again. Shoutout to Triss for keeping it real and delivering the horrible news: Keira’s plan bombed, and Radovid was, well, predictably ruthless. Keira plus a stake didn’t equal the happy reunion I’d hoped for. Ouch, big mistake.
Dragging her body away alongside Triss was gut-wrenching. I was left with this huge emptiness shaped like Keira — it’s odd how a game can do that to you. Witcher 3 nailed those emotional moments, even with the so-called “minor” characters.
Lesson learned: skeptically trust beautiful women’s judgments (just kidding, maybe), and for the love of pixels, make multiple saves. It’s like life insurance for your virtual escapades.
