I bought Oblivion
pretty much as soon as it came out awhile ago. I got it off E-Bay from
some chick in Taiwan. First mistake, right? I went through hell with
this person. First, the item wasn't shipped on time. Second, item was
originally listed as in California. Third, item wasn't shipped right
after order as promised, it took about two weeks TO SHIP IT. But anyway,
my E-Bay rant is for another day. So, after going through hell for this
damn game, you can imagine how happy I was to finally install it. I
loaded it up, and began what would turn out to be my happiest game
adventure ever.
I was traveling
through caves, killing wolves, thieves, trolls. It was a blast, heaven
on earth for a geek such as myself. Life outside of Oblivion didn't
matter anymore, how could it? I had quests to finish, people to slay,
animals to murder, things to loot. There was no stopping my character...
City guard? No problem, DEAD. Necromancers? Pish-posh, I can kill you
one-handed. My ego was soaring, just as was my character as he continued
to level. But then it happened... I had been warned before, and I knew
it was possible, but could it - no... It can't happen, no, not to me...
It did. I became a vampire. As I was bouncing around the world,
conquering cave after cave, fort after fort, somewhere along the way I
contracted vampirism. That's right, you read correctly, the almighty
character I so eagerly controlled was put to a stop. And by some
fruitcake vampire who lived in some ruins. This was not my destiny! My
character would have none of it! So I set out! But wait, I couldn't.
Since you're a vampire, you can't go out during the day time, which
sucks, because then you have to "wait" for hours until
nightfall then go running around trying to find your fucking horse
because there's something wrong in the game preventing it from traveling
with you unless you're on it so you're looking for it at three in the
fucking morning but then one of those asshole timber wolves comes over
and decides to make your new vampire life that much more difficult by
gnawing at your heels, then you fucking stab it and find your damn horse
so you can travel, so you travel, then realize there's nothing in the
fucking town that can help you then you remember some lady out in the
wilderness that might be able to help so you -
Sorry. I need to relax. I hate wolves, obviously. Anyway, if
you've been through being a vampire, you know what I'm talking about.
Everything becomes ten times more frustrating, and for someone with a
weak mind like myself, it's hell on earth.
So, as I was saying
before my extremely long run-on sentence snuck up on you, you have to
find a cure. Now, I forget how I got cured, but I remember going through
a lot of trouble. As I mentioned, you can't go out during the day, which
means you can't buy or sell stuff. So, anything you find, you have to
drop off at your house to avoid becoming over-encumbered. So, I'm
wandering around the whole place looking for a cure. But all of a
sudden, I'm reminded that I need to suck some blood. What the fuck. As
if not being out during the day wasn't shitty enough, now I have to try
to sneak up on sleeping people and suck their blood? GREAT. So, along
with this comes other issues. Like the town guards finding you, or the
person waking up. There I was, a broken down man, once at the height of
my being, now, in shambles simply because some vampire in some ruin
somewhere decided I was having it too easy.
This torment went on
for days, literally. I didn't want to search the internet for help, I
was determined to find my own cure. And I did. I did ladies and
gentleman, I did it and I did it damn well.
Did my horrible
experience ruin the game for me? No. It just made me realize I was
spending far too much time playing it. I eventually uninstalled it for
quite a long while, but have recently reinstalled (Dave inspired me).
Will I have issues yet again? Will I become a vampire? I hope not, but
we'll see. And I assure you, if the shit hits the fan again, you'll hear
about it.
