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Blood of Dawnwalker Dev explica la salida de estudio, lanza una nueva empresa

Autor : Caleb Actualizar : Feb 24,2025

Después de los lanzamientos de The Witcher 3 y Cyberpunk 2077 , no todos los veteranos rojos de CD permanecieron con la compañía. Algunos optaron por perseguir la sangre de Dawnwalker .

Recientemente revelada, The Blood of Dawnwalker es desarrollada por Rebel Wolves Studio, fundada por un veterano de CD Projekt Red.

Mateusz Tomaszkiewicz, explicando su partida de CDPR, destacó las razones clave:

El deseo de perseguir diferentes vías creativas con amigos condujo a la formación de lobos rebeldes. Su pasión compartida por los juegos de rol y su historia es innegable, pero creen que las convenciones de RPG pueden mejorarse significativamente y ampliarse. Concibieron ideas innovadoras, incluso radicales. La dificultad de convencer a una gran corporación para adoptar tales conceptos novedosos, particularmente con la nueva propiedad intelectual, finalmente llevó a la decisión de establecer su propio estudio. Este enfoque, al tiempo que implica el riesgo debido a la naturaleza no probada de sus soluciones, permite una dinámica de trabajo diferente.

A diferencia de las complejidades de los grandes estudios, los lobos rebeldes priorizan las relaciones interpersonales y la colaboración. Tomaszkiewicz cree que un equipo más pequeño fomenta una comunicación superior, una alineación de visión más simple y un acceso más fácil a ese "fuego creativo" crucial necesario para forjar algo verdaderamente único.

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