It’s time to reveal one of the failings of my geek CV: Fantasy leaves me cold, at least the sort of high fantasy descended from Tolkien. Maybe it was the high school English teacher who pushed The Hobbit too hard on me or the friends who insisted I’d love George R.R. Martin or Piers Anthony. [...]
It’s like how the package art on action figures was always so epic, and then you open it and you have this little injection-molded plastic turd with like one articulated joint. I would happily pay $12 to see movies based on these trailers. But will the games live up to them? How could they possibly?
