During the last week, I had a lot going on. Thanksgiving arrived all too suddenly, family took precedence, and then I had to play catch-up – blah, blah, blah! Anyways, amidst my busy schedule, I managed to squeeze in a short stint of Rayman Origins (which is an absolute cartoon-styled wet dream!) and about an hour or two of the new and heavily praised Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword. But something funny happened.. you see, over the last couple of weeks, Skyrim had been blissfully serenading me for about 75+ hours. Her and I had forged what felt like an unbreakable bond as we galavanted to and fro, killing hapless bandits, raiding dank, ancient dungeons and seizing whatever treasure that we could possibly stuff into our seemingly bottomless inventory — the likes of which would make Hermoine Granger proud.
But between my hectic schedule and lapse of playtime with Skyrim, I began to feel the gradual and inevitable tug of temptation from one of the aforementioned games, of which I’ve been hearing SO much about lately. Suffice it to say, my eyes began to wander in the direction of the — yes, you guessed it! — slightly more enticing, much anticipated Zelda: Skyward Sword. After exchanging several glances, Zelda began to flash her bright, sensual colors while batting her seductive eyelashes and beckoning me for some immediate attention. And as in most cases, I caved. Only, this time around things went quite differently then they had ever before…
Normally, I would gleefully shack up with my new found companion and quickly trodd off leaving my previous fling in the rear view with the best of intentions and the promise that I’d one day return. I’m a giddy bastard, what can I say? Not to mention that it’s quite the vicious cycle we gamers often endure as we get lured from game to game, as I’m sure many of you out there can relate.
But as I stated earlier, this is where that “something funny happened” — Instead of just passively crying and moping in the corner while I carelessly neglected her, like others in the past have done, Skyrim stood up silently, walked casually across the room, told my new companion to “go f*** off – or ELSE!”, and then proceeded to bitch slap me across the face while spouting obscenities as a harsh reminder that I belong to her! No other game has done that to me in … I don’t know… EVER! And that certainly says A LOT about the power of Skyrim and its stranglehold over the many fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on how you look at it) gamers who have crossed her path thus far. With her, she doesn’t just let you leave. She sinks her teeth in and then you’re hers to command at will. And with an already enormous army of faithful modders at her disposal, she’s here to make that statement abundantly clear.
So my advice? If you plan on playing multiple newly released games while also attempting to indulge in the vast pleasures that Skyrim has to offer – I suggest you hold off on playing her. That is until you’re ready to go steady with Skyrim, and Skyrim only — lest you see the ferocious side of her personality. She certainly put me back in my place, and she’ll do the same to you if you’re not careful. But hey, don’t say I didn’t try to warn ya!