In cruising RockPaperShotgun this morning, I ran across this College Humor joke that zeroes in on a particularly amusing RPG phenomenon.
Without giving away the joke, it’s safe to say that many Elder Scrolls fans will be able to relate to this situation. We certainly can.
Hmm stirs up plenty of past memories of inner conflict and guilt
Yep, I think we’ve all done this!
You know, I think New Vegas needs a quest where you Kidnap Grandmothers now!
Me: I’m having a few problems with Alistair. I just … don’t think he’s very interested in me.
Kateri: Well, did you give him his mother’s amulet?
Me: Uhh … no, was I supposed to?
Kateri: Well, yeah! You didn’t sell it, did you?
Me: I don’t think I have it. Where do I get it?
Kateri: It’s in the Arl’s desk.
Me: Wait, I’m supposed to just go rummaging through his stuff? Who does that?
Kateri: You really don’t get RPGs, do you?
Me: But that’s just so … rude!
Ha! I always half expect someone to yell “thief!” as I root through their belongings. (And in Oblivion’s case, that can happen.) But usually I just stroll through cleaning out anything I can possibly use or sell, and don’t even get a mutter from some hapless NPC.
Why does he need to dress?
I assure you when I do it, they don’t notice…ever.
@ Ankh unless they’re Bethesda games. I think that’s why I’m trained out of stealing stuff – because the first RPG I played was Morrowind. In Oblivion, I tried to steal a lettuce, and turned around to find the owner standing behind me with a VERY put-out expression on his face. I don’t think I’d have been invited back.
That’s why you take it when they aren’t looking. I make sure no one can see me.