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It's incredibly weird to feel you've wronged someone who isn't real, while playing a character who, equally, is entirely made-up. But such is the strength of CD Projekt's storytelling in The Witcher 3 that I can honestly say that my own stomach sank after cheating on a partner who, for so many hours, my Geralt was only ever faithful to. It's obvious that the writers on Hearts of Stone wanted Geralt to reconnect with Shani—they'd shared intimate moments in the distant past—and, of course, not everyone will have played Wild Hunt in the same way as me. (I mean, Triss was in Playboy, so her appeal is clear to see.) I suppose I could load an earlier save and steer clear of the sexy shenanigans, but since I've never gone back once across all those hours, I'll be damned if I'm doing so now.So it's on I trudge. My Geralt, not quite the Geralt he was before. Off to see a man who can't be killed about an auction house that isn't quite what it seems. Away to kill a monster or ten, though no amount of coin can repay the debt now owed to his beloved. Destined to never properly learn Gwent. My Geralt, burdened with entirely unexpected shame, still nothing more than a helpless pawn in the bigger game of swords and sorcery surrounding him, following his dick towards a whole new kind of danger.Follow Mike on Twitter.New on Motherboard: Nine People Have Been Arrested for Fixing 'StarCraft' Matches