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Balatro Creator sorprendido por el gran éxito del juego

Autor : Lillian Actualizar : May 17,2025

En 2024, el juego independiente Balatro, creado por el desarrollador en solitario conocido como Localthunk, surgió como un éxito fenomenal, vendiendo más de 5 millones de copias y sacudiendo los cimientos de la industria del juego. El juego no solo cautivó a millones de jugadores, sino que también logró múltiples premios en los premios del juego 2024. El triunfo inesperado de Balatro era algo que ni los jugadores ni el mismo local habían anticipado.

Localthunk tenía expectativas modestas para su juego no convencional, prediciendo revisiones alrededor de 6-7 puntos. Sin embargo, el juego desafió estas expectativas cuando recibió un 91 estelar de PC Gamer, impulsándolo a 90 puntos impresionantes tanto en Metacritic como OpenCritic. El propio Localthunk se sorprendió, admitiendo que habría dado su propia creación no más de 8 de 10.

El editor, PlayStack, contribuyó significativamente al éxito de Balatro con el compromiso de los medios proactivos antes del lanzamiento. Sin embargo, el verdadero catalizador para el aumento de las ventas del juego fue el poder del boca a boca, que impulsó el juego a superar los pronósticos de ventas en 10-20 veces. En las primeras 24 horas de su lanzamiento en Steam, se vendieron 119,000 copias asombrosas, un momento en el momento local descrito como el más surrealista de su vida.

A pesar del éxito abrumador de Balato, Localthunk declaró humildemente que no tiene una fórmula universal para compartir con otros desarrolladores independientes, enfatizando la naturaleza única e impredecible del desarrollo de juegos.

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