I started Baldur’s Gate 3 over from scratch after 20 hours and I have no regrets

20 hours into Baldur’s Gate 3, I’m an upstanding Paladin exploring the Underdark, making decent progress in the main quest. There’s a problem though: I have to pick back up the Drow Rogue character I also made to write a cheeky guide on nabbing Commander Zhalk’s sick Everburn Blade on the Nautiloid, and oh no. I’m having way more fun. I decide to stick it out with my second guy, turning my back on those 20 hours I’ve already sunk on Baldur’s Gate 3. Goodbye Chainmail Wedgie. It is happening again. I don’t want to be this kind of animal anymore.

I’ve been an RPG enjoyer for a long damn time, but it’s only been in the past few years that I’ve actually been able to consistently finish them. I’m basically always feeling that formless anxiety my colleague Robin Valentine described when faced with Baldur’s Gate 3’s 11 races, 12 classes, and 46 subclasses. “What If I’m embodying the wrong type of guy? What if I’d be having more fun as a sneaky guy? Do sneaky guys even work in this game?”