Late to the party as usual, eh?
With fanart anchored at point-obselote lost in the abyss of years, at that?
Greetings!
Throughout this - and previous - month my gaming entertainment has reached the shores of pleasant quality once more with the purchase of Ubisoft's "Heroes of Might and Magic I - IV" inexpensive package - thus enabling me to escape the chasm of boredom hollowed by the collapsing WoW franchise.
I used to play third incarnation of HoM&M series long before that purchase, yet after all these years both files and the CD became corrupted, reducing the compatibility of the game to zero.
Now I have the chance to relive my experience with HoM&M-3 - the
ONLY TRUE & HONEST HoMM CLASSIC.....
.....except I no longer wish to do so.
Because of inherent splendor that is the fourth incarnation of the game.
I considered the prospect of acquisition from the day one of premiere due to how mesmerizing the demonstration insider turned out to be, yet my decision has been postponed ad infinitum due to all the negative uproar that the game in question has caused to materialize in the form of every PC gaming magazine's participation in the feat of tearing that product a new one and collective baWWWWling over how much it has caused the franchise to accelerate its downfall.
Strangely enough, most of the identifiable ire revolves around uncanny - yet brilliant - qualities:
NWC did its best at bringing the game to the form of sparkly pastish of all-things-fantasy that was its trademark on the day one, with near-patological interpretations of fantasy enviroment and concepts, full fleshed in convenient isometric view. Fairy dust seems to be belching from inside of every crack on the surface, while even the most mundane buildings and locations make their own respective little acts to appease you. Unicorns finally merging with their "My little pony" cousins of design evolution, complete with sparkles twitching in and out of existence as their host moves! Grass that is truly green!
Now your hero of choice can be slaughtered in battle along with his armies, with tasteful instant tombstone lessening his worldly concerns.

Cities no longer bound to one enviromental display screen.

Every tile of terrain singing with exquisite passion!

Fog. Of. War!

Now that the storm of sour tears pouring from the fandom and reviewers has (mostly) ceased, I can now express my tremendous enjoyment. :>
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