Facepalm - Ubisoft y The Crew
Si bien las anteriores entregas de “Facepalm” estaban protagonizadas por Sony, Microsoft o compañías First party, en esta entrega le llega el turno a una de las Third party más grandes, y es que en las pasadas semanas hemos conocido el dato de que Ubisoft no proporcionara copias de The Crew a la prensa especializada hasta el mismo día de su lanzamiento.
Para justificarse han argumentado que The Crew va a ser un juego online masivo y que si la prensa lo jugase antes no podrían ver de lo que es capaz, ya que el número de jugadores que habría seria muchísimo inferior. Podríamos decir que el análisis no sería del todo real.
Sin embargo hay otra corriente de pensamiento que es la que nos provoca el Facepalm, sobre todo después de ver lo ocurrido con Assassin´s Creed Unity y el clamoroso caso Watch Dogs. Y es que estos dos juegos no dieron la talla como se esperaba, uno en el apartado gráfico y otro por estar repleto de fallos y bugs, por lo que podríamos ser un poco conspiranoicos y pensar que en realidad no quieren que sepamos la verdad sobre The Crew hasta que lo tengamos metido en nuestra consola y nos hayamos gastado el dinero.
En realidad esta política, pese a lo que pueda pensar Ubisoft, no les está haciendo un favor, sino todo lo contrario, este tipo de decisiones hace que el usuario se pare un momento y piense: “Un momento, algo huele a chamusquina, ¿qué es lo que no quieren que sepa sobre el juego?”. Y sobre todo, si esta decisión viene precedida por lo ocurrido con Watch Dogs y su downgrade gráfico, recordémoslo por favor.
Y también por la ingente cantidad de bugs que se hallaban en Assassin´s Creed Unity, veamos algunos ejemplos.
Por todo esto, y sobre todo por la sensación de que “algo huele mal”, el Facepalm de esta semana se lo lleva Ubisoft junto con su nuevo título de conducción The Crew. Esperamos que deis vuestro punto de vista y nos vemos en próximas entregas de “Facepalm”. Facepalm
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