Saturday, December 31, 2011

I've got something in my eye, that's all.

Skyrim did indeed end two nights ago. I killed the last guy, took took ever the world, was a prince among dragons. I was the head of the thieves guild, leader of the companions, listener for the dark brotherhood, and the arch-mage at the mages academy (in spite of using a grand total of three spells). I had escaped from jail, stolen just about everything, committed murder in full daylight and walked away clean because I was the thane of almost everything hold. Thousands of men and women of every race and size had met death by my bows, some of them deserved it, many of them didn't and I just needed the coin. I had faked my way through bards college, released hideous deadra upon the world and hoarded their weapons the the chest of an unfurnished house.

For just eighty hours I lived in the world. It was a comfort to return to it after sojourns into other games. When it was finished, at least when the last main quest was done, I returned to my lair in Whiterun, dropped off the last load of weapons I did not need but not one could afford to buy from me, and I wandered around the town. I went back to the tree in the center of Whiterun that I help resurrect. It was still there, proof that for the right amount of coin even I could do good. The companions' hideout was still there, probably wondering why their leader never moved into his bedroom. It was home, but it was time to move on.

The last thing I did was sit down on the bench in front of my house at simply watch the people walk by. I had done right by all of them, saving the world by traveling into the afterlife to kill the eater of worlds and all, but I had also broken into most of their homes to relieved them of their gold to fund this venture. It became clear that just didn't want to turn the thing off, because I knew it would the last time for quite a while. Only Red Dead Revolved had made me feel this way before.

But, as the title of the blog makes clear, there is always something new to be played. Good or bad, every game deserves to have some look it over, perk under its hood and poke fun at its short comings. Goodbye Skyrim, you will be missed, until Tamriel demands more of money anyway.

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A bit of follow up of my tooth related bitching from a few days, Yesterday was my first round of sedation dentistry. There is so much to be done that it will be easier to know me the fuck out and take care of it all at once.


I took three pills at 11:00 AM. At 11:40 AM I walked into the garage and then I woke up in my bed at 4:00 AM this morning. In my head there was nothing between these events, but in actuality I had been driven to dentist, had a crown and several cavities taken care of, been wheeled on in a chair, pissed myself at least once, crawled up the stairs, and then back to sleep. I don't recommend it, but it was still better than getting drilled for crown.

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