I bought it again on the same promise of being transported to a massive world where I can do anything. I'm forced to conclude that Skyrim is one of those games I rank alongside Dark Souls, in that I just don't get it. It's like attacking a bunch of department store mannequins with a long cardboard tube, while your wrist is attached to an elastic rope tethered to a bust of Terry Pratchett. Not only are the visuals - particularly the character models - achingly dated, but the combat is all trial-and-error, a maelstrom of desperate flailing. Consequently, the aspects I found troublesome before are now even harder to ignore. I could appreciate the scale of the achievement, and didn't want to feel like I was dismissing what was, without doubt, the result of a lot of people pouring their energy and care into it. Of course, such games are ubiquitous now and, lamentably, Skyrim's graphics haven't entirely stood the test of time. Secondly, I was seduced by the visuals, that sense of being in a big, open, world. Firstly, there was the feeling that at any second it was going to blossom into the amazing game that everyone had told me it was. There were two main things which kept me going with Skyrim.
having thrown all my clothes and armour onto the roof of a house. Indeed, the most fun I'd had up until the point I stopped allowing Skyrim to ruin my life, was running around a village in my pants.
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Which, on the plus side, so embarrassed my parents that they concluded subsequently that I was old enough to look after myself while they went out.įrankly, if that's what I'm doing while trying to play a video game, then I have to accept that the video game might not be for me. On one occasion, I became so lost in some ridiculous imaginary scenario that I burst out laughing and spat a mouthful coleslaw all over the hosts' dinner table.
Typically I'd retreat into my own head for respite. I'd sit there, minutes tightening into weeks, while they intoned about, I dunno, wallpaper and work.
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Eventually, the final, fraying thread of my enjoyment came apart, and I admit that I may have sworn like a taxi driver as I quit the game in a blind convulsion of rage.Įverything up until then had felt like a slog, reminding me of the times my parents would drag me along to their friends' houses for a gruelling marathon of smalltalk. I remember the moment at which I finally snapped I'd ascended some mountain or other, and kept dying. I'd played it when it first came out some years ago, and stuck with it long beyond the point where my interest had condensed into animosity. Because I'm a walloping great moron, I bought Skyrim for my Switch last week.
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