Like the majority of people sating their malnourished gaming afflictions with The Witchers palliative sustenance, I have been greedily butchering peasants in its considerably absorbent pastures, gulleys and reticulated streams. The much touted expanses bestow rustic convalescence from the monotony of work with gratuitous visuals and a capacity to battle creatures of various contorted enmity, that’s singular motivation is to violate my bum-hole! Well not today sir! Watch as I clip the wings of one composite beast!
Have you been enjoying The Witcher 3? Let me hear your experiences. Cheers.