It's been a quarter of a century since I kicked up a ruckus in the Colony, the setting of Gothic, the classic eurojank RPG that would go on to inspire CD Projekt to develop The Witcher. It's been so long my bones feel creaky just thinking about it. This might also explain why my first encounter with a wolf in Gothic Remake saw me die in about two seconds.
My creaky bones aren't solely to blame, though. Gothic Remake simply likes to remind you, at least in those early hours, how much you suck. You're just some nameless convict who's been hurled into a former penal colony that's now run by the inmates—who are all trapped by a magical barrier.
