Sooooo~
1. Got Skyrim, finally. (YAY!)
2. Got it for 360, because my laptop has an Intel integrated graphics pile of crap.
3. As expected, looked like ass (or Fallout 3 + snow, if you want to be really cruel), and the text is almost unreadable because it was designed for PC/HD TVs, not my 27in analog.
4. But this is a BethSoft game, which means lulz are to be had. And they were...
So I set up one of my two typical character types for Bethesda games: a Bosmer with a moral compass encrusted with magnets, and a love for killing things. I already like the look of the new stealth system, I can tell that this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship. I end up taking the quest to find that Redguard's sword in the conveniently located bandit camp/cave (WHICH DIDN'T HAVE A DOOR!!!1!).
As I'm going up the path, I notice a Flame mage and Ice mage having a spirited discussion over the relative merits of their schools of destruction whilst standing on the edge of a cliff. The Ice mage introduced a rather nonstandard form of reasoned argument, and the Flame mage gave up in disgust, at which point he decided to take a nap right where he had been standing. As this happens, the Ice mage turns to me, shouting something about "So you think you have a chance agai-". That dash was where he was dumbstruck by the sheer beauty and flow of my reasoned response, typical of me in such situations. I rushed forward to catch him as he stumbled over the edge of the cliff, but ended up only grasping a bloodied arrow, which had somehow appeared in his throat. Oh well, I never turn down free gifts. "Thanks, buddy," I yelled, as he drifted lazily downstream. Damn mages, they never seem to do any work.