So. It’s back.
The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim Special Edition has returned with a vengeance and I’m loving it.
Nick, though he’s no Skyrim advocate, even went as far as sending me a copy on release day, knowing my love for the game. I spent a solid twelve hours reacquainting myself with what had been my secondary homeland for such a long time, and throughout I learned a few things about myself – in particular a thing or two about rose-tinted glasses.
See… I’d forgiven Skyrim for it’s sluggish controls, inept inventory system and woeful glitches. But the strangest part of my return journey was in the rediscovery of how thoroughly broken so much of the game appears to be, even in its remastered state. Don’t get me wrong, it’s certainly prettier, out under the Nordic sky, but in the comparatively short time I’ve spent traipsing around the Viking inspired northern portion of Tamriel, I’m quietly confident that I’ve encountered more glitches and temporary game-breaking bugs than in a similar amount of time the first couple of plays, half a decade ago.
Also, my daughter hates it.
Yeah. Let that sink in for a while. My (soon to be) four year old sidekick was very quick to point out:
The pony in the Witch game is prettier!
She is, of course, referring to Gerailt’s four legged companion, Roach, from the Witcher 3.
Which is a fair point, but I struggled to explain the difference in the two games, with my daughter not quite understanding that Skrym was an old game that had been re-released.
And to make things worse, not only has she quite recently become a My Little Pony uber-fan, she’s also discovered YouTube. And in particular fan-made MLP mash-ups and fan edits.
Honestly, I’m not joking. Check this out:
See? That’s some My Little Pony shenanigans set to the music single released by Eidos Interactive to promote Tomb Raider 2: Angel Of Darkness on PS 2, back in the VERY early 2000’s, even if it does sound like a terrible EDM track from the dark times in the mid ’90’s.
And we endure that at least three times a day.
Now, because of the Tomb Raider connection I decided to show her some Rise Of The Tomb Raider – and for all you folks out there clutching the imaginary pearls around your crimson throats, fret not. I’m not forcing her to watch me stab folk in the chest in Skyrim, or gun-murder passers by in RotTR. It’s the exploratory stuff she sees in fantasy games and the puzzles and optional tombs from Tomb Raider.
And, even though I’m absolutely loving my adventures with Lara Croft, I really wanted to share my love of Skyrim more…
But she just isn’t interested.
Why is that elephant flying?
And that’s why.
Even at her tender age she’s been introduced to Bethesda’s world famous glitches. The things we overlook as comedic, like character models protruding from all kinds of surfaces, the aforementioned floating mammoths, or horses perched on sheer mountain faces seem to break whatever immersion is available to her tiny mind. But My Little Pony set to an old Tomb Raider promo single is absolutely fine.
Maybe I should have stuck to Minecraft and Super Meat Boy…