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Hideo Kojima habla de la muerte Stranding 2: en la playa: "Estoy muy feliz de que podamos terminar de hacer el juego"

Autor : Blake Actualizar : May 15,2025

Los videojuegos han trascendido durante mucho tiempo el reino de las simples aventuras llenas de acción, y Hideo Kojima, el visionario detrás de la serie Solid de Metal Gear, ha empujado constantemente los límites. Con la muerte de la muerte, lanzada antes de la agitación global de la pandemia, Kojima profundizó en los temas de división y conexión, empleando una narrativa altamente conceptual y una mecánica innovadora centrada en la entrega que abrió nuevas vías en los juegos.

A medida que nos acercamos al lanzamiento de Death Stranding 2: en la playa el 26 de junio de 2025, la secuela presenta una exploración aún más intrincada de la pregunta: "¿Deberíamos haber conectado?" Dadas las divisiones de profundización en nuestro mundo, comprender la postura de Kojima sobre este asunto se vuelve cada vez más relevante.

El desarrollo de la muerte de la muerte 2 ocurrió en medio de los desafíos únicos que plantea la pandemia Covid-19. Este telón de fondo obligó a Kojima a reevaluar el concepto de "conexión". ¿Cómo remodeló su comprensión de la tecnología, los entornos de producción y la esencia de las relaciones humanas en la elaboración de la narrativa del juego?

Hideo Kojima pronto lanzará Death Stranding 2. Foto de Lorne Thomson/Redferns.

En una entrevista perspicaz, Kojima comparte su enfoque filosófico para la producción del juego. Discute elementos del juego original que se han quedado atrás y los que se han llevado hacia la secuela. Además, reflexiona sobre la sociedad contemporánea y su intrincada relación con sus obras creativas.

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