I finally found a reason to join the massive hatred of the whole immortal essential character thing: the Mafia Thieves' Guild. After two missions, I already hate them. The people fighting them or indebted to them are sympathetic, the members are asshats, and they don't do any actual thieving. I joined for the fences
(side rant begin!: Okay, so why the hell do merchants have a psychic sense telling them that that necklace was stolen in a town several dozen kilometers away? At most, it should be distance and time-based; the farther you are from where you stole it, and the longer it has been since you stole it, the less likely that the merchant identifies it as stolen and reports you to the guards. But noooo, I have to join the damn guild just to make a single Septim from freelance thievery!)
and for the thrill of the really big jobs. So what happens? I get sent out to frame an innocent merchant, and then to beat up debtors, break valuable artifacts, steal heirlooms, and threaten families, all for the sake of handful of sewer-dwelling scum that don't deserve to be called thieves. Naturally, my response is to return their with their extorted money and conduct an unorganized relocation of their blood to the floor, walls, and in a few cases, ceilings. So I down a few with arrows, cut a throat, and then whip out my swords and start showing them that if you aren't a principled thief or an insane Bosmer with a pair of swords, you are dead. Then, "Oh, that bloke has somehow lived through an arrow to the face and half a dozen sword slashes. So has that one. And that one. And..."
Immersion. Fucking. Broken.
So in short, screw you Bethesda. I don't even want to be able to murder children, just amoral gangsters. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
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Topic: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (Read 1624641 times)