You’re not playing Skyrim, you’re sucking the life out of it.

Skyrim is wonderful. It’s alive.

Wherever you go there is something going on. The characters you meet have stories, thoughts, desires. They have lives.

The more you talk to people, the more you have in common with them. You’ll do anything for them, as long as you get an XP boost in return.

However, once you finish the task that you’ve been asked to complete, they don’t want to know you. They’ll revert to the stock lines and VOs that come out of the mouths of any other Skyrim inhabitant, the same things the unimportant people say… the ones you can’t click on.

Soon you’ll have cleared out a small village. Then Whiterun. Then Winterhold. The people that once greeted you with open arms simply pass by and tell you the origin of their surname. Just like everybody else.

You’re sucking the life out of Skyrim. You monster.