Did Skyrim age well? I sort of want to play it but don’t really enjoy clunky older games. I think I would have liked it if I played it when it came out, but I did not.
Its really hard to tell how much of the hype is just childhood nostalgia.
Skyrim is timeless when you include modding
I’d say it holds up extremely well, especially with mods, but your enjoyment will depend on what you look for in a game.
The sandbox and exploration elements are the best part of the game IMO, but if you don’t care about that kind of thing, you might not like it.
What other games would you describe as “clunky older games”?
The Imperials were seconds away from executing me for crossing a border. Fuck them.
Yup. I played an Argonian and still preferred the racist Stormcloaks. Unlike MAGA, they were all talk and didn’t try to deport me or kill me.
Both Oblivion and Skyrim made me appreciate Morrowind more, where a nonhuman race was the majority for a change. They still treated non-Dunmer like shit, but ah well.
Maga aren’t self aware
No one on far left or right is.
The far left is generally more correct about social issues than the far right. It’s not always 2 sides of the same coin. Sometimes someone is right and someone is wrong and it’s not always 50-50.
Both just wanna incite violence and post hate speech about those they think deserve it. And shit up the internet. I agree that far left takes social issues that actually need solving but instead of solving them they just hurt the cause that should be solved through civil discourse, education and other means.
You can’t have civil discourse when the president of the US and his fanatics wants to erase LGBT people and glass regions of the world he is bigoted towards.
We did civil discourse 2008-2016. We made great strides. Then look what happened. Women have fewer rights than they did half a century ago ffs.
Wake the fuck up dude get with the program.
I live in the first world where citizens do their duty and change peoples minds through discourse and turn up to vote.
Where is this magical land you live that has such an enlightened and engaged electorate?
Hahahhahahahaha. What? A thoroughly dissatisfied electorate stayed home and let Trump win. What are you talking about?
Stormcloaks are MAGA, Empire are liberals, Aldmeri Dominion are IDF
Most people out here would really shiver and die upon isekaing into any medieval nation, really.
It’s a damn medieval game for Christ sake, people killed each other for much less back then.
The bigotry of low expectations
On the one hand, I sympathize with the Stormcloaks over the religious shit (the concordant banned Talos worship). I mean, the gods actually exist in this world so that’s kinda fucked up.
On the other, once I got to Windhelm, I kinda didn’t care about that anymore.
“Shit, maybe Talos is the reason these dudes are so racist… They only like him cuz he’s a human. And a Nord.”
And also Talos died and ascended to godhood a long time ago, so he isn’t around in person to cast holy smite upon any of the dipshits preaching war crimes in his name.
Basically, Talos is the in-universe Jesus.
Unless you prefer the other version of events presented in the game, in which case Talos was not a nord but instead a breton
I choose this version mostly because it is funnier, but if the in-game book that discusses it (the Arcturian Heresy) was written by who it says it was written by then it’s probably the truth
TBF, whomever you escape Helgen with doesn’t lock you in to their side of the war.
You can choose to escape with Ralof and later join the Legion. I think there’s even some special dialogue when he recognises you during the fighting
Drag can see a completely clueless player escaping with Ralof, receiving instructions to go to Windhelm, obliviously walking past Segregation Lane, and swearing fealty to Ulfric without using any critical thinking or caution.
Skyrim was baby’s first RPG for a lot of people. Lots of people played it that didn’t really expect or were interested in engaging with moral complexity in their games, to the extent that it really existed in Skyrim.
I think the last time I played Skyrim, I walked up to Ulfric and shouted him to death. Rest in pieces, motherfucker. Then I turned it off and went on a years long Stardew Valley binge.
On year seven, after Mayor Lewis sold out to Joja despite your best efforts to restore the community house, you challenge him to a battle of Junimo-singing and frighten him all the way off to exile on Ginger Island. Half the town side with you, but the governor rolls in (in his Joja-branded limo) and rules with an iron fist, bringing in cheap labour fleeing the Gotoro Empire, and torturing those who try to resist.
“Stardew belongs to the valley-folk!” you cry from your farm, now fortified and suffering the bitter winter month.
“M’lord Farmer Sir,” says Vincent, now grown up and serving as your errand boy. “News came of a trader caught trying to enter from the Calico Desert. The Gov’s forces were going to execute him-” (would that be poor Robin with her famous axe?) “-but he was saved by the ominous arrival of a green jelly!”
For a moment your hopes rise: are the prophecies coming true, that you found inexplicably written in a note in your farmyard tree last year? Will this mysterious interloper perhaps give you victory and free Stardew Valley from the clutches of the evil governor and his swarms of cheap immigrant labour? … From the dirty, rude, immigrants … From the immigrants…
You slump forward in your hands downcast, at last facing the terrible realisation: that you have, in fact, become the very evil you once swore to destroy.
