Hogar Noticias Spider-Man 2 salió a la PC y fue pirateado en una hora

Spider-Man 2 salió a la PC y fue pirateado en una hora

Autor : Nathan Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

El lanzamiento de la PC de Marvel Spider-Man 2 en Steam y la tienda de juegos Epic fue notable por su falta de opciones de pedido anticipado o previa a la descarga, lo que resultó en una descarga masiva de 140 GB. Esta ausencia de acceso temprano demostró ser un factor significativo.

A pesar del gran tamaño del archivo, los piratas informáticos rompieron rápidamente el juego dentro de una hora de su lanzamiento. Las medidas antipiratería relativamente simples del juego se omitieron fácilmente.

El marketing de Sony para la versión para PC fue subestimado, con los requisitos del sistema solo revelados un día antes del lanzamiento. Actualmente, Spider-Man 2 se encuentra en el séptimo lugar entre los mayores lanzamientos de vapor de Sony, detrás de títulos como God of War, Horizon Zero Dawn y Days Gone.

La recepción inicial del jugador se ha mezclado, con una calificación positiva del 55% basada en más de 1,280 revisiones al momento de escribir. Los problemas de optimización, los bloqueos y los errores son frecuentemente preocupaciones.

Spider-Man Remastered sigue siendo el mejor desempeño de la serie en PC, ya que anteriormente se jactó de más de 66,000 jugadores concurrentes. Queda por ver si Spider-Man 2 puede igualar este éxito, pero las tendencias actuales de ventas sugieren una perspectiva prometedora para el rendimiento general del juego.

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