I see the excitement for Skyrim. I can feel it while reading the feeds. It's almost palpable. It's even greater than the love the community had for Oblivion IV. I hated Oblivion IV. It is the only game that I've returned. To be exact, I played the game for a few hours and desperately tried to like it, but it wasn't in the cards. From the hideous NPCs to the poor translation of first person medieval warfare and the bland empty world, I hated every moment.
|Oh sweet Jesus! Get me a stick so I can beat this mutant!|
I feel conflicted. I read about all of these people having a great time playing Skyrim. Be they taunting giants or unleashing all kinds of hell with Dragon Grammar, it looks like a blast. I want to join them. I want to go on an epic adventure. Sadly, I must keep my distance, lest I get burned again. I must resist the siren's call. Though, it's hard to do when I see videos like this.