There is a broad, fuzzy, blurry, guilt-ridden no man’s land that is part of every game purchase, a place between Point A when I’ve reluctantly typed my PIN number into the credit card terminal and Point B when I feel like I’ve justified typing my PIN number into that credit card terminal. This justification comes in the form of value: entertainment value, experience value, novelty value, or just general I-now-don’t-feel-like-I’ve-wasted-my-money value.
Having paid for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim multiple times, the math on that value equation is exponentially more complex to compute. One needs to factor in a long list of other variables not limited to but including things like nostalgia, updated content add-ons included in late versions or even one’s previous purchase of a cheat manual that is technically out-of-date but useful enough to nudge a frustrated player through most situations as required.
Ten hours into my third Skyrim playthrough, this time on the Nintendo Switch, and having kicked off writing this series of posts I’m calling my Skyrim Adventure Journal … well… actually I haven’t settled on a proper name yet so never mind that part… but, having kicked off writing this series of posts and videos and general commentary recapping my time in this overgrown land of playing with magic and fighting dragons and picking mountain flowers for hours upon hours, alas, I feel like the math on my value justification is starting to reconcile itself into a positive number.
I’m making progress, in other words, and pushing through the story…