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Presentación de Lost Records: Bloom and Rage, la última obra maestra de The Life Is Strange Creators

Autor : Sarah Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

No asiente, el estudio francés detrás de Life Is Strange , ha lanzado el capítulo inicial de su nueva aventura narrativa. Actualmente, los jugadores pueden experimentar "Tape 1 1", con "Tape 2" que se inicia como una actualización gratuita para todos los propietarios el 15 de abril.

Inicialmente presentada en 2023, el juego se centra en un grupo cercano de amigos destrozados durante el verano de 1995. Veintisiete años después, el espectro de ese verano regresa, desatando repercusiones imprevistas y terroríficas.

Combinando las vibraciones nostálgicas de it , Yellowjackets y Sé lo que hiciste el verano pasado , el juego entrelaza expertos en elementos de nostalgia y thriller psicológico. El juego está estructurado en dos partes: "Bloom" y "Rage", con solo "Bloom", la primera mitad, disponible a partir del 18 de febrero.

"La cinta", la segunda parte, llegará el 15 de abril. Su lanzamiento inicial de marzo se retrasó para permitir un mayor refinamiento.

El embargo de revisión se ha levantado, y OpenCritic muestra un puntaje promedio de 74/100, lo que sugiere un comienzo prometedor para este misterio cautivador.

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