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Randy Pitchford envuelto en una nueva controversia

Autor : Jonathan Actualizar : May 19,2025

La historia de Borderlands 4 comenzó con un tweet de un fanático dedicado de la serie, que planteó preocupaciones sobre la próxima entrega. Señalaron que las imágenes del juego tienen un parecido sorprendente con Borderlands 3, lo que sugiere desafíos potenciales debido a una posible reducción en el presupuesto de marketing. El fanático también hizo comparaciones con la película Borderlands 2024 de paneles críticamente, que recibió duras críticas del público e incluso del cineasta Uwe Boll. En lugar de participar en un diálogo constructivo con la comunidad, Randy Pitchford, el jefe de Gearbox, inicialmente declaró que "no quiere ver esta negatividad" y planeó bloquear al usuario para evitar un estrés innecesario. Sin embargo, más tarde aclaró que había reconsiderado y optado por silenciar las notificaciones de esa cuenta.

La situación se intensificó cuando el popular streamer Gothalion pidió al desarrollador que estuviera más abierto a las críticas y respetuosa con las opiniones de los fanáticos de mucho tiempo. En respuesta, Pitchford desestimó el comentario como "pesimismo tóxico" y no constructivo. Además, enfatizó la inmensa presión sobre los desarrolladores, afirmando que se están "suicidando literalmente para entretener a los jugadores".

Este comportamiento provocó reacciones mixtas dentro de la comunidad de Borderlands. Algunos usuarios se unieron detrás de Pitchford, reconociendo la intensa presión que enfrentan los desarrolladores de juegos. Otros, sin embargo, vieron su respuesta como un intento de evitar el diálogo constructivo, etiquetando su comportamiento como demasiado emocional. Muchos también recordaron que esta no era la primera instancia de la cabeza de la caja de cambios que hizo comentarios en las redes sociales.

Borderlands 4 se lanzará el 23 de septiembre de 2025, y estará disponible en PS5, Xbox Series y PC.

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