So I did what all reasonability and better judgement told me not to do. After buying Skyrim for PS3 expecting a competent port from console of relatively equal capabilities, I found what I had indeed actually bought was a fraud and shell of a game. While my story should end in anger, disgust and inevitably with demands of recompense, instead I find myself at the store buying a new console and yet another version of a game that I just bought. Why you are probably asking yourself? Well the easy answer is that Skyrim is the game of all games in my mind, and even though what I did makes me puke a little in my mouth each time I think about it, at the end of the day I am playing the game of my dreams in a mostly and wholly acceptable form. I know it is awful, but I just caved. Congrats Bethesda, be sure to high five your Microsoft buddies as you lie down to bed.