» Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:29 pm
I'll be sitting on a worn boulder, fully naked, my long beard will be the only thing keeping the arctic wind from the cave mouth from chilling me further. On one side of me will be the fresh corpse of an elk, gutted and ready for eating - and on the other there will be a barrel of nordic beer, complete with a tap. By my feet will rest the skull of a slain enemy, ready as a vessel for my beer. The cave will be sparsely furnished, perhaps a few painted bones or trinkets littering the floor for good luck, but not furniture or other amenities. On the walls behind me the carving of Alduin's wall I have spent the last 3 months painstakingly carving with a mammoth tooth will be completed, and staring down at me as I sit on my boulder. In front, balancing on the skeleton of a bear, will be my water cooled 8 core gaming PC, melting snow funnelled into tubes of hollow bone will slowly wind their way into it, keeping it at a temperature of 5 degrees C at all times. On the ceiling above, my captured slave child from the Mongolian steppes will be painting each frame of the game by hand as the VGA Neural connection wires transmit the data to his brain. Lastly, as the wind and snow howls from outside and the echoing of the mountains rumbles like thunder, I will open my mouth and use the power of the Voice, or Thu'um if you will, to control the game directly. Each shout will pierce the very fabric of the game itself and allow me to experience Skyrim the way it's meant to be played.