» Fri May 11, 2012 3:09 am Looking back, I wouldn't call either vanilla Oblivion or vanilla Skyrim worthy of the GotY title (for all it's worth), as several studios with smaller teams and budgets seem more deserving. Once the CS is out I will still sing praise to them, because they retain some of the best modding communites who I'm sure will continue to do amazing things to all things TES. With this in mind, I don't see the point in asking the devs for anything more than the engine and the playground, because honestly they have not shown polishing their content to be a strong point. Makes me wonder how much of that is the fault of the team, or the publisher, or perhaps just a certain man's poor judgement. Hubris? Incompetence? Greed? I don't call carelessness, because that would make me the fool for continuing to buy it. To a point though, of course they don't care. The average person is such a short-sighted thing, grasping at any chance for personal gain and clinging to whatever else grants the feeble mind comfort, only truly motivated to work honestly for what it is routinely given when all the stars align. For such a painstaking work of art to ever come to fruition, the ones with real passion have no choice but to face reality and meet somewhere in the middle. And I pity them, for with each passing day, there becomes, in anything, what could have been, and what one must force oneself to look upon, to build upon, knowing it is more and more unlikely to fix.
The game's not bad, of course, but flawed to the point where it feels like the people who know what's actually important are losing ground to a faceless, unfeeling machine, strings attached to every joint and appendage, manipulating the body to squeeze the most gain from another's labor. I like to think the way I do because no matter any brave or clever words, in the end, I am but a powerless, weak-willed human, longing to fool myself that there's still someone out there fighting the good fight. Someone that can't help but keep trying, steeling himself before failure in defense of his convictions. Better that than to live thinking I fight alone, or worse, to look upon despair, death, injustice, all the inevitable evil and random wrongdoings that have been and will be, and to accept them. No, I'd rather die free and romantic, foolish and alone, before living used, perverted, conflicted, lying, a beast throwing into the fire all it once held dear for that one more bit of warmth, safety. No, I'd rather be human. I'd rather not be just another meek, pathetic creature to melt when a decision must be made, to forsake everything I believe in just to avoid the consequence, to avoid the contempt of those that march on, to let someone else play the martyr. If only they knew the history they repeat. I only know that we know nothing.
Will I learn, watching them walk into the gates of oblivion?
At that point, will I want to follow?
The game's not bad, of course, but flawed to the point where it feels like the people who know what's actually important are losing ground to a faceless, unfeeling machine, strings attached to every joint and appendage, manipulating the body to squeeze the most gain from another's labor. I like to think the way I do because no matter any brave or clever words, in the end, I am but a powerless, weak-willed human, longing to fool myself that there's still someone out there fighting the good fight. Someone that can't help but keep trying, steeling himself before failure in defense of his convictions. Better that than to live thinking I fight alone, or worse, to look upon despair, death, injustice, all the inevitable evil and random wrongdoings that have been and will be, and to accept them. No, I'd rather die free and romantic, foolish and alone, before living used, perverted, conflicted, lying, a beast throwing into the fire all it once held dear for that one more bit of warmth, safety. No, I'd rather be human. I'd rather not be just another meek, pathetic creature to melt when a decision must be made, to forsake everything I believe in just to avoid the consequence, to avoid the contempt of those that march on, to let someone else play the martyr. If only they knew the history they repeat. I only know that we know nothing.
Will I learn, watching them walk into the gates of oblivion?
At that point, will I want to follow?
Sooo, you own a pc/console, bought Skyrim/Oblivion, work, eat, etc? At what point did you convince yourself your not just part of the big machine? That you're not just a slave to consumption while consuming like all other 'faceless people'? Some people can get so pretentious. In the end everyone has to compromise. The ones going for commericial succes and the independent artists. The former has to appeal to a large public and compromise, the latter doesn't have the resources to do everything he wants to do and compromises. There is no prefect world, no higher idealism, it's just personal preference.
