Journey's End... or not.

Greetings,

     Optiluiz here once more, and he is very sorry. Really, I was hoping not to draw anymore dragons or make fantasy-inspired posts, but it was unavoidable. But before we begin today's long-winded epic tale, I'd like to add that Max once again owes us drawings, and one of our blog dragons is still unnamed. But Norbertu's fine. Now, on we go...

     I finally finished Skyrim. I know, I'm about 3 years late to the party, but I have to share something that was such a big part of my life for the last few months. I've come to realize that life really isn't that different from an RPG, we just have less dragons around. However, in the end, everything can basically be broken down into quests and we really do level up with experience, it's just a lot more subtle. In the end, I think we should all live life as if someday someone will sit around a campfire and recite this epic tale to a bunch of excited listeners. Everyone can be a hero in their own way.

     I usually play RPGs like a movie, and when the time comes it must end, so I don't do every quest, and I make sure to try and act like the character would. In my Skyrim adventure, I played as an Imperial traveler who gets caught up in the whole dragonborn business and even had his own little character arch. I was pretty proud of it in the end. Ludin (his nordic name) arrived a helpless prisoner and slowly began amassing power to defeat the evil Alduin. Though at times he struggled with his own morality deciding on whether or not the end of his quest justified his means of attaining power, he eventually turned into a symbol of hope for all in Tamriel, and gave up his own Imperial heritage to defend the rights of the Nords. In the end, having become a hero of the people, he faced Alduin in the heavens and attained a righteous victory. Now here's a non-related gif.



     Wow, I think I got a bit lost in the whole role-playing thing. But I like to live these stories, after all. I'll certainly miss this game, but I think it's time to move on, and have fond memories of the days I spent in the cold regions of Skyrim during a Brazilian summer. Of course, some things I'll still take with me, like the incessant need to do mundane sidequests, not because of the potential loot or experience, but because it'll help someone. Oh, and the in-game apple pies, I learned to make them and they're delicious. But one more important thing is to remember that there is no problem you can't overcome after a bit of patience and some more experience. Or dragons.

     But that's enough about Skyrim. Life moves on (though it is hard to give up my own personal nicotine), and as you can see I tried to remake the suicide gif, but I'm still not satisfied with the results. It's not good enough to replace the old one, yet. Max will finish his heroic drawings soon, I hope. And we'll finish (or start, whichever you prefer) our movie(s) as well. Anyway, I'll leave you all with something epic to remember Skyrim by. I think that's all for now, and I hope you all have an awesome weekend!




Chainsaw cheers,

Optiluiz out.

PS: I finished at level 42, and married Aela...

PPS: Sorry for the really long post...