Published on 10th May 2011 by
Originally Posted by Yslen<installs morrowind>
Originally Posted by HelzThe word "hardcore" gets thrown around a lot in gaming, but I honestly think it applies to Morrowind. I remember reading the entire manual (which was a decent size), starting the game about 5 times and still not having any clue how to create a good character. Then I printed out a 20 page long character creation guide and read that about 5 times before I finally started to get it. Then I created about 5 more characters and I felt like I had a decent grasp on the mechanics. Not great, but enough to get by.
I started out with only the rags on my back, but soon amassed a decent sized fortune funded by my raging case of kleptomania. My early travels brought me to a friendly looking village. I stole everything: crusts of bread, farm tools, an old lady's spectacles; if it wasn't nailed down I took it. I even made myself a cozy home in the close knit community after I murdered the former occupants and hid their bodies in a chest of drawers. Eventually I knew I had to move on, but after dozens of restarts, I felt that I'd finally figured out a formula for success and was prepared.
I spent many months wandering lost in the wilderness. I completely lost/forgot/missed the main questline, and so just walked across the continent. Nevertheless by the end of my travels I'd crafted a powerhouse of a character and I had him decked out in that gold armor that I got from being real sneaky about breaking rule #1. Unfortunately I was now at a bit of a loss. I'd succeeded in becoming the ultimate survivor, but what was my purpose? I certainly didn't fit in with the hoity toity elite who ran everything in the big cities.
Then the werewolf expansion came out and I was in my element. People struggling to survive in a rugged frontier aren't concerned about someone's shady past. I cut a paradise out of that forest, completing every dangerous quest that anyone could think to give me, and I positively glowed from the adulation I received as it reflected off my new impenetrable ice-armor.
With every task finished, I had no choice but to move on. In the end, I found myself in the capitol city of the last expansion. Unfortunately it was more of the same classicism I thought I'd left behind. No real storyline that I could make any sense out of, just a bunch of confusing politicians and fancy lads who looked down their nose at a half orc in crystalline armor wielding a legendary obsidian axe with a +100 fire damage enchant. So I said "**** it", killed the emperor or whoever that was on the throne, his royal bodyguards, and then declared war on the rest of the city. Come to think of it, it was just as I was waded waste deep through the red gore that the first portal to hell opened up.
Sorry all, I guess I was the cause of Oblivion. *embarrassed*
Originally Posted by TeenGeekMorrowind, the first time i ever heard about the game was after oblivion came out... got it instead of oblivion because i didnt have enough money at the time... probably the most wonderful game ive ever played, which is kinda funny im saying this, because im only fifteen. not all kids these day are into flashy graphics...
P.S. i currently have the morrowind goty edition on CD, for win 7 64-bit on a laptop, but it wont work, ive installed it about ten times, never worked, tried installing the expansion in different order... can anyone help?
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