The beginning of the game was so horrible I lost all faith in it, but it does get better later on. Playing the game on hard makes the combat more challenging, but it also increased the amount of flower picking that you have too do, even than you should not be expecting a mix of Wizardry and Ninja Gaiden, as it comes close to neither.
The word 'Babe' is used in a different matter than what people think, it refers to 'child' but it was just translated poorly. In the general the dialogue in The Witcher and the voice acting are not of the best quality, while the voices are spot on (except generic) they often emphasize the wrong part of the sentence and at times it feels like two different conversations were strung together with little relation with each other. Other times it makes no sense and it is hard to tell if it is a translation issue or if the actual writers intended it to be that way, the whole Abigail scene is a good example of a mix of poor writings decisions and confusing translation leading to an 'illogical feeling'.
The actual writing itself is also rather simple or gives the feeling of trying to hard (or too little);
Monstrum, or a Portrayal of Witchers
"Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk.
And this Kaer Morhen where these villains nest and practice foul rituals must be wiped off the face of the earth, and all evil traces of it need be treated with salt and saltpeter to complete the deed."
"An old elven prophecy about the end of the world: "The Wolf's Blizzard approaches, the time of the sword and axe. The Time of the White Frost and White Light, the Time of Madness and Disdain, Tedd Deireadh, the Final Age. The world will perish amidst ice and be reborn with the new sun. Reborn of the Elder Blood, of Hen Ichaer, of a planted seed. A seed that will not sprout but burst into flames!"
Ithlinne, an elven prophetess, is famous for her foretelling of the end of the world. According to her prophecy, the world will be destroyed by an ice age and all humans will die. The only survivors will be elves, saved by an offspring of the Elder Blood, known also as the Swallow. Several signs will herald the destruction of the world, and the cataclysm will begin when elven blood soaks the earth. This will mark the advent of the 'Time of Disdain, the Axe and the Wolf's Blizzard', which can be interpreted as a long war or a return to barbarism."
Compared to the rest of the genre;
City of Judgment
Bound in blackened leather, the pages of this tome are brittle and cracked. The text is barely legible, faded and written in a spidery hand:
"In my dream I saw a city, gray and forbidding, beneath an empty sky. Before its gates came a hideous procession-all the dead of the world, of a hundred worlds, awaiting the judgment of the gods.
And around the gray city loomed the Wall. Its bricks were souls, mortared by foul green mold. These souls were the Faithless, who had denied the gods in life, or had never truly believed.
I drew nearer the Wall, and at once I heard the screams of those Faithless souls, 'Cursed are we,' they cried, 'who denied the jealous gods and now are forsaken.' And other voices answered them... saying 'Remember the Betrayer's Crusade. Remember the Betrayer, who swore to bring down the Wall. Have patience, for the Betrayer may yet return...'
After this, the original text has faded so badly that it is illegible. But someone has scribbled feverishly in the margin: "Another reference to the Betrayer's Crusade... though Myrkul's priests deny its existence. The truth is in their vaults... in the whispering scrolls... The Lamentations of the Dead..."
Ravel: Away with ye. Dead I am.
TTO: THEN DEATH'S KINGDOM HAS SEALED ITS GATES TO US BOTH. ARISE.
Ravel: I am dead, and no traffic with the living may I have.
TTO: I CARE LITTLE FOR HOW YOU DIE. ARISE OR I SHALL STRIKE YOU WHERE YOU LIE.
Ravel: I had thought that dying by his hands would fulfil the pacts put forth.
TTO: YOU CAN NOT AFFORD THAT ONE, WHATEVER CHANCE. YOU WERE CLEVER TO MAKE HIM THINK HE KILLED YOU.
Ravel: Powerful that incarnation may be, and killed me he could have. Fortunately, I possess a few of my tricks.
TTO: FORTUNE ABANDONED YOU THE MOMENT I FOUND YOU. ARE YOU READY FOR WHAT IS DUE YOU?
Ravel: I am not afraid. Not of the likes of you, ragged thing. Few of my tricks I still possess, and I had known you would come.
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