Skyrim is a study in procrastination. I stopped playing it after 93 hours, after which I still didn't feel like I was close to completing it. My in-game todo list just kept getting bigger - there were always new side quests, or dragons to fight, or interesting caves to explore.
In the end, I stopped playing simply because there was too much to do. But I didn't like to leave it unfinished. It's been a while, but I think it's time I completed Skyrim.
Contrary to earlier evidence and all likelihood, I've managed to become quite involved in the world of Skyrim over the past year and a bit, racking up a fairly hefty 90 plus hours in its digital depths. My character is heavily armed and equipped with all the perks and skills I could possibly want, and I have explored almost the entire land and completed much of the game. I am, however, at a tipping point.
I'd previously played an hour of Skyrim to see whether I'm getting too old and too cynical to enjoy gaming anymore. Join me for part three, in which I give up on hiking aimlessly through nature and blunder haplessly into the game proper (you can find part one and part two here).
One of the things that appealed to me about Skyrim in the first place was the setting. Not the mystical fantasy land full of trolls and dragons and magic and whatnot, no - the fact that it was all set in a mountainous, snowy wasteland. I like snow. I particularly like it in games when the developers remember to put in the sound effect of walking through snow, that wonderful soft crunching/creaking sound. I'd pictured myself exploring midnight, snow-covered forests, my soft footfalls the only sound as I crept through the gloom with my sword drawn, frost glittering on the blade. But so far all I'd done was wander through lush green fields and been attacked by wolves.
I'd previously played an hour of Skyrim to see whether I'm getting too old and too cynical to enjoy gaming anymore. Join me for part two, in which I continue my confused amble through the wilderness, question the hydrology of the game and get repeatedly attacked by nature (you can find part one here).
As predicted, it's been a while since I've found time to continue playing through Skyrim. It's been so long since I started that I've forgotten what I was doing, or even how to play. I fired up my save game from six months ago and found myself standing on a hillside overlooking a river, with no clear objective in sight.
Friends and colleagues have recently been pointing out how old I'm getting. I think. I can't hear them very well most of the time. Regardless, one of the things I've noticed recently is that the amount of time I devote to gaming has dropped considerably in recent years, particularly the kind of good solid adventure game that I could get properly immersed in. Have I grown too old for games? Has my concentration wavered, my mind turned to more important things?
With this in mind I thought I'd give this gaming thing one last shot, in the form of Skyrim.