In Baldur's Gate 3, I feel like the worst, most evil person in all of Faerûn. Oh gods. What am I doing? My heart screams for me to stop, but I have to keep going down this path if I want to finally sate my curiosity. My brain might know that, but when I enter a room full of frightened, defenseless tieflings, I physically recoil. Every fiber of my being is trying to fight against this.
In so many previous runs, I was their heroic protector. Hell, I even worked hard to earn a trophy in their honor. Yet here I am, about to end their lives and take away their futures just so I can see a new side to Larian's adventure. At this very moment, I have to ignore my instincts and turn my back on my own RPG code so I can actually commit.
