PoisonPen
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So, bored with Skyrim, I decided to reinstall New Vegas, all my mods and DLCs and whatnot, and go hit up the Nexus for whatever new content has appeared in the last couple of years. After futzing around for a couple of hours with FOMM, BOSS, NMM, and Wry Bash to make everything fit together and play nicely, I loaded up a new game and... promptly died. Again and again. And again. And again and again and again.
Talk about culture shock. I had become so accustomed to how easy Skyrim is even on the very highest difficulty levels that I had forgotten how to play New Vegas. Suddenly every encounter was terrifying again. I had to wait until nightfall so I could sneak past encounters with almost everything. It was like I was made of tissue paper and everything else was made of stainless steel. After shooting a feral ghoul six times in the face with my best weapon and seeing his health bar go down by precisely two ticks and then getting insta-gibbed by a single blow, I was humbled -- and thrilled.
I had forgotten how badly Skyrim had been nerfed for the console kiddies, and playing it for so long had taught me bad habits. Suddenly I could no longer charge into the middle of a room full of enemies, guns blazing, and rely on stimpacks to keep me going. Suddenly I actually had to count every shell for my shotgun and estimate whether I dared to use up my last few rounds to take down that Powder Ganger and leave myself with nothing but a crowbar and a six-shooter to get me back to town... rather than thundering around with 2000 ebony arrows on my back like a mobile weapons platform.
And that was on normal difficulty.
It's been so long since I remember feeling the initial disappointment at Skyrim that I had forgotten it in all the HD texture packs and ultra-realistic waterfalls. If you haven't played New Vegas in a while, I challenge you to go back and try playing it again so you can feel how badly we've been screwed over by Bethesda in order to hold Playstation preschoolers by the hand.
(PS: If you really want some ass-puckering terror, install the "MoMod" monster pack and prepare to run away... a lot.)
Talk about culture shock. I had become so accustomed to how easy Skyrim is even on the very highest difficulty levels that I had forgotten how to play New Vegas. Suddenly every encounter was terrifying again. I had to wait until nightfall so I could sneak past encounters with almost everything. It was like I was made of tissue paper and everything else was made of stainless steel. After shooting a feral ghoul six times in the face with my best weapon and seeing his health bar go down by precisely two ticks and then getting insta-gibbed by a single blow, I was humbled -- and thrilled.
I had forgotten how badly Skyrim had been nerfed for the console kiddies, and playing it for so long had taught me bad habits. Suddenly I could no longer charge into the middle of a room full of enemies, guns blazing, and rely on stimpacks to keep me going. Suddenly I actually had to count every shell for my shotgun and estimate whether I dared to use up my last few rounds to take down that Powder Ganger and leave myself with nothing but a crowbar and a six-shooter to get me back to town... rather than thundering around with 2000 ebony arrows on my back like a mobile weapons platform.
And that was on normal difficulty.
It's been so long since I remember feeling the initial disappointment at Skyrim that I had forgotten it in all the HD texture packs and ultra-realistic waterfalls. If you haven't played New Vegas in a while, I challenge you to go back and try playing it again so you can feel how badly we've been screwed over by Bethesda in order to hold Playstation preschoolers by the hand.
(PS: If you really want some ass-puckering terror, install the "MoMod" monster pack and prepare to run away... a lot.)