I watch my caravan of humans, horned giants, and barely civil centaurs walk past a city’s matchstick walls. I see them haul their banner across an inky blue hellscape of torn hills and mangled forests. They swim through a sea of humanity seeking refuge from the inevitable end of the world. The once-beautiful Eyvind Earle-inspired artwork is broken and bleeding. The Austin Wintory soundtrack is bruised and discordant. I’ve seen a hundred depictions of the apocalypse, but The Banner Saga 3 sure feels like it dangles more than most from the hopeless end of a frayed and unfurling rope. If you’ve read my first impressions, all I can add is that the game has only gotten better, while my strength of will to see things through has only gotten worse.
Austin-wintory
Eyvind-earle-inspired
Banner-saga
Stoic-studio
Oregon-trail-like
World-eater
Banner-sagas
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