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GTA 6 no se lanzará inicialmente en PC, a pesar de que tiene una gran participación de mercado

Autor : Scarlett Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

GTA 6 no se lanzará inicialmente en PC, a pesar de que tiene una gran participación de mercado

El CEO de Take-Two Interactive, Strauss Zelnick, se dirigió recientemente a la escalonada estrategia de lanzamiento de la plataforma de la compañía, particularmente en relación con el muy esperado Grand Theft Auto VI. Zelnick confirmó que retrasar la liberación de PC de GTA 6 dará como resultado un déficit significativo de ingresos, aproximadamente el 40% de las ventas típicas de PC, pero enfatizó el compromiso de la compañía con una liberación no simultánea en todas las plataformas.

Este enfoque se alinea con el patrón de liberación histórica de la franquicia GTA, donde las versiones de PC se han retrasado constantemente. Esta estrategia, en parte, proviene de la compleja historia de Rockstar con la comunidad de modding. Sin embargo, Zelnick aclaró que la decisión no es una respuesta a la disminución de las ventas de PlayStation 5 y Xbox Series X | s; La estrategia de lanzamiento de GTA 6 sigue siendo independiente del desempeño del mercado de consolas.

Proyectando un lanzamiento de otoño 2025 para GTA 6, los jugadores de PC pueden enfrentar una espera extendiéndose hasta 2026. El lanzamiento del juego es muy esperado no solo por Take-Two sino toda la industria del juego. El avance inicial destrozó varios registros de YouTube, alimentando la especulación de que GTA 6 podría superar la marca de ventas de $ 100 millones, estableciendo un nuevo punto de referencia e impactando positivamente a otros desarrolladores y editores de juegos.

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