[Warning: This could possibly be the nerdiest post I've ever written.]
Oh, but how beautiful it is! The ragged peaks, the deep valleys, the shimmering falls. Everywhere you look in Skyrim you see the beauty of nature. But wait, is that a dragon? Oh lordy lordy.
So I wasn't planning on buying the fifth installment in the Elder Scrolls series, Skyrim, which released last Friday. Instead, and smartly, I went to the Redbox and actually rented the game. Whet my appetite, enjoy a weekend with my little brother-in-law immersed in a new game. Little did I know that the masters from Bethesda Studios were so devious.
My history with RPGs goes back to when I was a wee lad first discovering FFVII, which led to an unhealthy habit of staying up very late and saving/destroying imaginary worlds. This habit thrived throughout adolescence and the teenage years, and I spent a lot of time with them. Then came college and adulthood, where I (mostly) learned to relegate my time and act responsibly. Sure, I might have blown off a class or four whenever KotoR II came out, and Fable held me spellbound for way too many hours, but by and large, I was getting out of my RPG phase. My tastes were changing to something more active, less expansive, less turn-based.
The shift in preferences came with Fallout 3, a game my best friend purchased. I loved the open-world, non-linear style it offered, and behold, a new obsession was found. But it could last only so long, and soon college days ended and we moved several hundred miles apart. And a year or two passed without me playing much of antying. I bought FFXII, but only spent an hour or so with it. And all was well. Then along came a game called Oblivion, from the same company that made Fallout, and again my preferences were tingled.
I put a lot of hours into Oblivion. It was humongous, but it had its flaws. Fastforward to Fallout: New Vegas, which was/is definitely fun and immersive, but not as much as its predecessor. Fastforward another year, 11/11/11, and Skyrim is released. I'd read the buzz. Followed the videos. It looked great, but I didn't have the ummph to spend $60 on a new game, plus the time I knew I'd spend in it. So I rented it and kept it for two days. And in those days, escapism reigned, heroics flared, and Keisha tells me that I was smiling like a little kid.
I made myself a Wood Elf, complete with pointed ears, a thin nose, a dirty face, deep eye shadows, one dead eye, and oily, black hair. Named him Clögan Darkhair (original, I know, but Clint+Logan can only yield so much). I've a fondness for Sneak, Stealth, Theft, and the general skullduggery of a petty criminal when it comes to these games, yet I don't (rarely) kill innocent civilians. Still, the dark look suited us, and we were off.
In short, Skyrim seems to take Oblivion and put it to shame, and pretty much treats almost every other game similarly. I've never been more impressed by a game in all my years, and that's saying something.
I took Skyrim back to the Redbox yesterday. While at Walmart, I purchased a copy of the game for myself. I'm on vacation next week, so I'm hoping to get some time there, but Real World still takes priority. I have a lovely and wonderful wife that supported my decision in buying the game (Thanks!), and a beautiful daughter that still gets all my love. Still, Skyrim won't save itself.
Anyone else get this game yet?