Motivation is an important sustenance when attempting to complete a potentially stubborn game, which requires an abundance of mental flexibility, a frightening degree of patience and an attitude of unrelenting desire. Without the stimulation to achieve your aspiring intentions, your concentration will likely wane and the enthusiasm that was so apparent initially, clearly dictating your propensity to succeed will dissipate, on account of the seemingly hopeless display of stubborn, relentless retaliation from your game. Theres almost a blind ignorant determination from you that generates a powerful sense of euphoria and aptitude for domination, like a bitter boxer attempting to reclaim his respective belt from an inferior, less worthy opponent, at least that’s a similar experience to what I’ve been engaged in recently.
A couple of months ago, prior to my PS3’s expectant demise, and the acquiring of a new more sophisticated version, I declined the option of transferring my previous saved data, partly due to my moralistic desire to begin everything fresh and not a scrambled mess of incomplete data, but mainly because of some irrational, inexplicable notion that the transferring of data from one console to another, was some form of technological interpretation of how sperm enters the uterus, like some kind sick, violating explicit transference of data (I am currently seeking professional assistance with this). But despite a couple of successes in obtaining Platinums (Sleeping Dogs/ Resident Evil 5), Skyrim is proving to be a highly disobedient title to dominate.
It’s not necessarily the level of difficulty, which is easily manipulated to suite your approach, nor is the exploring the plethora of rapturous locations which is simplicity itself, but more the recurring magnitude of crippling glitches that still force me to return to 5 hour outdated files, because a person of interest has somehow become lodged inside an impassable chasm, due to a previous dragon attack. I’m in constant danger, not from deplorable dragons, ice wraith or any number fictitious antagonists, but from glitches that could impede my process and prevent me from obtaining my third platinum. Theres an overwhelming sense of failure which needlessly summons me like some promiscuous vixen, beckoning me with her enticing voluptuous cleavage, whilst leaning on bars of gold bullion and holding a box full of Jaffa cakes. Perseverance is more imperative now than it has ever been if I’m to succeed in obtaining my third platinum, that and an astute mastery of probability. Note to Bethesda: Skyrim doesn’t need patches, it requires urgent but efficient medical resuscetation….preferably from the cast of scrubs.
Have you overcome challenges or glitches presented by a game? And are you as embittered by Skyrim as I am? Let me know what you think.