Exchanging magical fisticuffs with a teleporting crocodile on a trip to the beach is, if nothing else, a potent but unsophisticated crash course in consequence. It was in this raw and tender moment — as this non-verbal, non-physics-understanding reptile gently abused my succulent ego — that Larian’s Divinity revealed itself to be game about consequence.
Those crocodiles, whose seminal spell is aptly named Scale-portation, set the scene for the perilous road ahead. It was a journey that made me realise why Divinity and games of its ilk work as well as they do.
Simply put: Divinity’s road is a different journey than many of its peers, whose checklists speak to the inevitability of success. This step will follow that step will follow this step will follow that step. Your story, then, the same as everyone else’s: you won, and you were always going to. The script written, events set.
You can do everything but irrevocably fail.