Firstly this is me posting from the WordPress app. Seeing what it’s like! Posting from my iPhone.
Now. I remember when I first played Fallout 3. This was the kind of game I would stay up till 7am playing, because I needed more, even if the glitches did almost cause me to throw the TV out the window. But it had something. It was addictive. I still don’t quite understand why but it was.
Now a few years later and I’m traversing the (very annoying) hills of Skyrim, fighting dragons and drinking mead with the locals. And glitching, of course. Wouldn’t be a Bethesda game without them, right? So far I’ve had a dragon freak out on me, get stuck in a house, and sadly I have had a bit of a worse glitch in the sense that I can’t finish a main quest now. But I still play on, regardless.
Because it is just too damn fun.
I’m an Argonian stealthy mother fucker. I am Snaekeyes McGee. What better name huh? I run around looting kettles and baskets because in Fallout I stole forks and bent tin cans to sell. I’m bloody rich in this game. I took over the Dark Brotherhood!
I have an elf husband in the game who sounds like a farmer.
I have pissed off cities and they don’t really care, as long as I pay them off.
I even pretended to be a chef, and really messed up someone’s meal.
What’s funny is when you accidentally put the controller down and YOL TOOR SHUL (fire breath for all you bizarre non-skyrimmers ;D), burning an innocent by accident and having to reload. It is funny, really funny.
Some of the ways people die, what the hell. That Draugr looks like it drunkenly fell out of bed..or coffin. Or whatever! But it’s very humorous!
Thief of Virtue. WHAT THE HELL.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH
THIS GAME? ME? Why do I run around stealing cups and not doing quests?
BECAUSE I CAN. I really enjoy games which let me fundamentally, do what the fuck I want.
I’m a fucking Dovahkiin. Respect.