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Descensentes de tizón de Avowed en Londres en Xbox Exclusive

Autor : Aurora Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

Una colosal estatua de un caballero en descomposición, su armadura oxidada y adornada con hongos inquietantes y realistas, se ha materializado en Londres. Esta sorprendente instalación, una colaboración con Xbox, sirve como una premonición escalofriante de la plaga que altera el mundo en Adowed. La pieza transporta efectivamente a los espectadores a la sombría realidad del juego, reflejando los devastadores efectos del DreamScourge. Los carteles que acompañan la publicidad declarada para la serie Xbox X | s sumerge aún más el entorno urbano, transformando una calle típica en una puerta de entrada al sombrío universo de Ahouded.

Xbox ha lanzado un video cautivador detrás de escena en YouTube, detallando la creación de esta siniestra pantalla promocional.

Avowed ha obtenido una considerable aclamación de los usuarios de Steam, con una impresionante calificación positiva del 81% de los jugadores de Edición Deluxe antes de su lanzamiento oficial. Esta recepción abrumadoramente positiva ha generado una anticipación significativa para el lanzamiento de la edición estándar.

El veterano de la industria Jason Schreier elogió, elogio, elogiando su cautivador diseño mundial, narrativa convincente y un sistema de combate atractivo. En particular, destacó los aspectos de exploración excepcionales del juego:

"Adowed me ha cautivado por completo. La narración y el combate de Obsidian son tan fuertes como se esperaba, pero el diseño del mundo realmente brilla. Cada camino conduce en algún lugar, cada azotea es accesible y abundan los secretos ocultos. Incluso después de 40 horas, todavía estoy descubriendo cosas nuevas ".

Schreier también observó una disparidad en las opiniones entre críticos y jugadores, dibujando paralelos a Fallout: New Vegas:

"Algunas reseñas me han tomado por sorpresa. Es una reminiscencia de Fallout: New Vegas: los críticos se dividieron, pero los jugadores lo adoptaron como una obra maestra. A la vista podría seguir una trayectoria similar".

Fallout: New Vegas, a pesar de una puntuación metacrítica inicial de 83, finalmente logró un estatus legendario. ¿Se podría destinar a un ascenso comparable a la grandeza RPG?

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