I recently exchanged Christmas gifts with my brother — a bit early, I know. I bought him Saints Row: The Third (and got a copy for myself at the same time) and he bought me Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. It would hardly be an exaggeration to say that I have been waiting for this game since 2006. It doesn’t disappoint. Bethesda have done it again and I would possibly swear my imaginary firstborn to them if that sort of thing were still legal.
I received Skyrim on Saturday and have played thirty hours since then. It’s not enough. Supposedly there are about 100 hours of gameplay, but there are also endless generated quests, so I could (theoretically) play this game forever. The interface is such an improvement on Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion and even on Fallout: New Vegas (my second-favourite of Bethesda’s games, which I have played about sixty-four hours of, according to Raptr) and I am utterly obsessed. It is such a beautiful game.
Oh yeah, and there are freaking DRAGONS.
This game reduces me to tiny fangirl noises. I am so thrilled by it I cannot even speak. 
For those who are also playing: I am a dual-wielding mage/warrior female Imperial badass. Who steals a lot of stuff. A lot.
Related (Skyrim) Links:
- Why have Bethesda put the entire continent in Skyrim? Amazing.
- The Life and Death of Lydia. The video killed me.
I am so addicted to Skyrim right now it’s not even funny. I’m also a dual-wielding mage/warrior girl, but I’m a Nord and I don’t steal. Although, I’m seriously considering starting so I can join the Thieves Guild. I like to call my character the Arch-Mage of Badassery.