Let's clear this up first: nope, not The Witcher 2.  
 
Steam was having a sale one day, and the Witcher was on for ten bucks. 'Okay,' I thought, 'I need a game to kill the time anyways.' Those bastards knew I would never play y\the game, they just wanted my ten dollars! Steam is evil and corrupt, they rip people off and Valve should be sued! 
 
Ha, kidding, Steam is great. 
 
Anyways, I installed it to my laptop (which was terribly underpowered, so the game looked like it was covered in mud) and I began to mess around with it. I was a little put off at first; the combat felt weird, Geralt of Rivia had a terrible voice actor and the animations were janky as hell. I pushed through, eventually clocking in five hours and still being stuck in the Outskirts of Vizima, which is the first area. By then, the game had grown on me. I had it all figured out, let me tell you. Group style for the wolves, drink potions before you go into battle and have lots of sex. Awwww yeah. 
 
Then my computer broke the game and I couldn't fix it so I deleted it and didn't play it for a year. 
 
So, two weeks ago, I decided to re-download it (on a much better PC) because I really was enjoying the game until it stopped working. Now I'm thirty hours in and on Chapter 3, and I've had my share of frustrations with the game. I hated the way it threw you into the thick of things without any sort of decent tutorial, leaving me to fumble around like a dumbass. One of the quests early on was to harvest five White Myrtle bushes, but the game failed to tell me I needed to put skills into Intelligence to do so. Another said to go into a crypt to slay ghouls, but the game failed to mention beforehand that I needed to brew a potion or grab a torch to see in the dark. It failed to tell me what additional ingredients did to potions, and hell, I didn't even know what the fuck the Toxicity bar was until my screen started to pulse and I was seconds away from dying. 'Oh,' said The Witcher off-hand, 'you should probably not drink 5 potions, you might die.'                                                  
   
It wasn't until about 15 hours in the I realized the game wasn't failing in any way. It had never told me that it would tell me everything. I was not promised lessons, the game wasn't falling short of its own goals. I had failed to see what The Witcher was trying to make me do. I was to sit down, think about my future situation and act accordingly. Of course I'd need a torch in a goddamn crypt. Of course I shouldn't drink a bunch of potions brewed with rye and vodka. Of course you need to be smart to identify plants. These weren't jumps in logic; they were shortcomings on my part. 
 
I relish that The Witcher doesn't baby the player. I'm still discovering new things in Chapter 3 and I love it. This isn't a walk through content that the developer made, this is a layered, intricate world with a set of rules that Geralt, being a character who's lived in it, should know. It's quite an assumption by the game, but its one that ultimately pays off. Just like in real life, a single stupid mistake could spell the end for you. 
 
There is lots of sex though. Awwww yeah.