It’s funny that John Davison over at 1UP blogged about the same thing i was (and still am) going to write about - Oblivion, and it’s ability to suck you back in. Even after you’ve given up on ever beating it, even when you’ve rammed your head up against countless broken quests, gotten stuck on countless pieces of scenery - even when you have so much real work to be doing, friend’s (girl and otherwise) you are neglecting, and yes i’ll say it -more exciting games to be playing. Somehow, beyond all reason, that dark lady of temptation, Oblivion reels us back in.
Today was was monday, but my sunday, essentially, i had some things to do, sign my new lease, start cleaning my apartment, get ready to move, i even had plans to go see “A Scanner Darkly”. I had even started to clean up my sty, grabbing a stack of papers and books when a folded sheet of glossy paper fell out of the stack, i picked it up, unfolded it and to my suprise it was my map of Cyrodiil.
As i studied it’s windy roads, cryptic names and dense forests, emotions began to flood back towards me - memories swam back out of, well, oblivion. I never found out what became of Martin, i never closed all those damned gates, i never did see that fucking dragon, (did anyone really?) it’s been over a month since i watched a sunset from the hills, or watched my summoned minions make mince meat out of a horde of Daedra…
I dropped the stack of books, and doubled clicked the icon… 7 hours later, here i am, sweaty, exhausted, my trigger finger sore, my eyes bloodshot - and content once more, though temporarily - perhaps i won’t see Oblivion again for a while, but i know i will be visiting Tamriel again, and as i played back all the answering machine messages asking where i was, and why i was such an asshole, i couldn’t help thinking to myself… “Oblivion, why can’t i quit you?”