I legitimately cannot wait for this to be released. DS1 is a guilty pleasure of mine. The vision is so pretentious, so nonsensical, so detached from anything that makes sense in either game or plot design that I see it as unironic art. And the long treks can be relaxing.
It's not a Monet painting, though; It's an asylum patient chewing on his own face, painting symbols in his cell using shit and blood while screaming about aliens. I'm enamored by the raw possibilities of what this Hollywood-budget schizophrenic freakout will do next. While part of me hopes the sales are abysmal so the PC port can come sooner, I'd rather the usual suspects circle the wagons and make this thing run off with some manufactured awards and a healthy revenue. Can you imagine just how fucked DS3 would be?