A lifetime supply of bad low effort games
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ShinkanTrain@lemmy.ml 2 days ago
Surely they have like 30 different versions of Skyrim by now
FatVegan@leminal.space 2 days ago
GeeDubHayduke@lemmy.dbzer0.com 2 days ago
“No-clipping into every rock isn’t a bug, it’s a feature! It just works.”
FatVegan@leminal.space 1 day ago
The worst thing is that Bethesda fans fully buy in. Yeah, the game crashes a lot when you fight a dragon. But that’s actually a good thing.
samus12345@sh.itjust.works 2 days ago
it was a lifetime supply of Bethesda titles
So they got Fallout 76 and Starfield?
QueenHawlSera@sh.itjust.works 2 days ago
Fallout 76 is overhated… it had a rough launch but it’s smoothed out a bit.
Starfield on the other hand can kiss the blackest part of my ass.
I’m not black I just have a black widow hourglass tattoo and the outline is black. So Starfield can kiss that I guess.
samus12345@sh.itjust.works 2 days ago
I enjoyed it well enough when I got around to playing it last year, but it would have been better off sticking with being a regular offline Fallout game.
Starfield, I agree. Bethesda’s track record has not been good for the past 15 years or so!
ShinkanTrain@lemmy.ml 2 days ago
I don’t know if it’s just BGS games or all games Bethesda publishes, but I’m guessing the latter. Maybe even Zenimax stuff?
qarbone@lemmy.world 1 day ago
I’ll definitely trade my child’s social life for several hundred dollars in value.
Gullible@sh.itjust.works 2 days ago
The year is 2045. A new console has been released. My impenetrable plastic dome grows 281701 copies of Skyrim taller. My living spaces lie so deep within the confines of this polyethylene prison that the explosive crack of the delivery cranes can no longer disturb the air around me.
I’ve been alone for years now. My two children, brave and foolish in equal measure, attempted to tunnel out while my partner and I passed the time in blissful ignorance. The torrential shift in the stack felt as though the world had cleaved itself in two. It had.
My partner blamed herself. I did the same. But she managed to take her leave of our situation before I could. We had long ago spoken about final arrangements, so I had already prepared a coffin crafted out of special edition boxes. I entombed her along with our little boys within the chamber closed in the avalanche.
My taciturn days and years are spent carefully carving an unerringly straight line through the hoard of copies holding me prisoner.
Recently, I’ve heard something other than the scurrying of vermin or the cacophonous settling of stack. A ceaseless, rumbling hum that stirs memories of travel and sunshine. The giddiness in my chest is as unrelenting as the electric pain piercing through my bowed back. I might soon find my way out.
…
My first breath of freedom feels like icy daggers rending at my throat. I cannot muster the strength to open my eyes. How had the world changed? How had I? How could I function after all I had gone through? With a soft breath out, I slowly lifted my eyelids to begin again. New, and fresh. A voice from nearby rang through my ears as light filled my eyes. “You’re awake then?”
LH0ezVT@sh.itjust.works 2 days ago
This is art.