Oh hey. I’m supposed to have something ready for publishing in eight and a half hours.

I should probably not talk about Skyrim because it’s what every other website dedicated to nerd-dom is talking about right now.

I’m going to talk about it anyway though. Notably: BEARS.

I’ve slain 14 Dragons. Countless Mammoths and Giants. But every single time I’m sneaking around in the wilderness and that little eye opens up, I know a bear’s about to come fuck my shit up.

And I love it.

For those of you not playing a sneaky class, your eye pops open when a bear (or sabretooth which is equally dangerous) spots you. If you stop moving immediately, you can look around and see where it’s hiding. It’s a Where’s Waldo game of life and death. You can just barely pick out the head of the bear popping up behind a rock IF you look in the right place. If it’s dark and you’re in the woods, you end up just standing still freaking the hell out.

I’m a sneaky archer. If something gets in my face and I don’t use my crazy dragon talk, I’m dead. And even then it’s iffy sometimes. It doesn’t matter that I can two shot that bear from stealth if I can’t find him. And if I move again, he’s in my face and I can’t do shit. It’s amazing.

I don’t care about the dragons. I care slightly more about the mammoths. But those bears. Those are going to be my main memory of Skyrim.

I’d write more, but I have more bears to hunt down and kill.

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