As I sit here on the front doorstep of the GeekParty Mansion, I’m forced to wonder what to do with myself.
I’ve been playing a lot of Skyrim lately — almost non-stop — and that’s starting to become a problem. I’ve experienced so much of it, and so many times, that everything about it is starting to feel common.
I miss not knowing what was around the corner. I miss not knowing what outcomes my choices would lead me, or what magic items I might find.
I’ve tried to recapture that magic. I’ve installed mods like Falskaar and Wyrmstooth, both of which are DLC-sized additions. I’ve installed full perk readjustments like SPERG.
Maybe if Josh W. would let me into his house to play Hyrule Warriors, I could have fun again. Until then, I’m simply left sitting out on his doorstep, wondering what could be.