I have already previously alluded to my unintended, desire for the cultivation and nurturing of wood in Skyrim (not in the Biblical sense), and constantly vying for every scrap of wood I can get my grubby, little Nord hands on. But a newer, substantially more queer obsession has begun to consume my precious, and currently glitch, afflicted time in the benevolent continent of Skyrim. This utterly ridiculous compulsion to find, buy, pillage or more conveniently, just dubiously stealing books to fill the empty shelves that inhabit my perpetually, extensive range of properties I’m acquiring.
It’s ludicrous, it’s crazy, it’s ludirazy! It’s nuttier than a day trip to a peanut factory, accompanied by an incredulous looking squirrel who bears an uncanny resemblance to Lindsey Lohan, whose time is solely consumed by reciting verses from “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest”, and that’s pretty nutty. When your time becomes singularly consumed by obtaining as many varieties, often similar books, to fill the gaps in your prospective shelves, solely for the continuity of your homestead, it’s hard not feel slighty concerned that your playing the game incredibly wrong, and equally fearing for the frailties of your mental aptitude. But it suddenly occurs to you, that its inconceivable to play Skyrim in any other way than your own, its purely down to your own broad/narrow perceptions. Just because a villager has pointed you in the direction of Whitrun, doesn’t necessarily mean that’s where you have to go, similarly, if a cunning, opportunist thief is cowering in fear after a petulant encounter with yourself, begging for your sympathy, does not negate that your malevolence shouldnt be fourth cumming, or to show compassion. And just because someone is an implicit fan of Ricky Gervais, doesn’t justify that the individual should be unceremoniously hanged at the gallows (though this is advisable).
If you have the desire to plunder caves, confront savage beasts, bludgeon inhabitants or collect books to your proud growing collection, then that’s ok, because in the savage but equally tranquil land of Skyrim, everything is acceptable. Except necrophilia, that’s just wrong!
What is your favourite obsession in Skyrim (apart from restarting due to crippling glitches), let me know your thoughts.