My grandson gave me a video game for Christmas. I know, I know. At first glance, it seems like an odd thing for a kid to give to his grandpa, doesn’t it?
I’ve been trying to spend more time with him but I have no idea what’s hip these days. I’ve just been watching over his shoulder while he plays his computer games. He seems to appreciate my interest and thinks my questions are funny.
I am amazed at what people can do on their computers. There’s this sci-fi one that boggles my mind. You look down at the battlefield like you’re God and tell your troops where to go and who to fight. Some of the creatures look like giant mammoths. Others look like oozing flying shrimps.
The game he gave me is called “Skyrim”. I am absolutely astounded by how beautiful the world looks. Just walking around fills my heart with a sense of peace. I’m not even sure I care what the purpose of the game is. I’m just having fun wandering through the woods looking at everything.
At one point, I gave up trying to figure out what I’m suppose to do and found myself chasing after butterflies until I accidentally caught one. I’m sad to report my character now has a set of very beautiful but delicate butterfly wings tucked into his pocket. What I’m suppose to do with butterfly wings is beyond me but I am reluctant to “drop” it. Littering in this unspoiled wilderness seems profane so I’ll keep them for now. Maybe I’ll use them as a momento to remind me that even in a video game, my actions have consequences for others.
Speaking of my character, I spent a good hour creating mine. “Erick” is a dapper young man with a mischievous glint in his eye. I won’t lie by pretending he isn’t a younger version of myself. Ha! My grandson tells me my character can be whoever I want him to be. It’s uncanny how precise this video game can get when it comes to facial features.
The very beginning of the game was exciting indeed! I was very nearly beheaded until fate intervened but a fellow rebel friend wasn’t so lucky. I noticed one of the guards seemed genuinely distressed I’d been mixed up in their politics but military chain of command left him little choice. I guess even in a video game, you can’t get away from bureaucracy it seems. Thankfully, he saw fit to help me out during an honest-to-goodness dragon attack, and we managed to escape. He even invited me into his home for a meal and offered me supplies afterwards. Good man.
I’m still unsure of how to fight effectively in the game but clicking repeatedly on the mouse seems to work. I’ve decided “Erick” should fight with two swords instead of one because it suits his style.
That’s as far as I’ve gotten. “Erick” plans to continue his adventures after he’s had a chance to recover from a fight with some dirty brigands.
Photo Credit: Skyrim by imNicholas
Comments
Why the heck isn’t my grandfather this freakin cool
@Parker: I feel the same way! My friend is soooo lucky.
Because this is a fake story on the internet. But it’s a nice read.
@nope: Glad you enjoyed reading it even though you think it’s fake.
My 64-year-old mother pre-orders two computer games at a time. One copy for me – generally as a holiday gift – and one for herself. Gamers come not only in all shapes and sizes, but also in all ages.
@MyPonyJim: Amen!
My grandpa plays skyrim, problem?
That’s awesome.