I beat Morrowind straight away about 8 years ago. I enjoyed the oddness of its world, but, to be honest, the only reason I didn’t abandon it was because I had a low-end laptop and I could barely run anything else at the time. For all that people gush about Morrowind these days, its combat was pretty awful, and management of resources and quests were an exercise in constant frustration.
In 2011, I figured I should suck it up and beat Oblivion (on my list since 2009) to justify starting the new game. It was decent enough, although Cyrodiil looked just like every other fantasy RPG world, thus not leaving much of a distinct impression. Additionally, I got turned into a vampire and couldn’t be bothered to seek out the cure, so I could only go out at night which caused me endless Runescape Powerleveling amounts of frustration especially in the end-game which takes place largely outside and during the day. After beating that game, I felt I wasn’t quite ready to pick up Skyrim right away so I decided to wait for at least a few months.
Well, I don’t know if it was the knowledge that I was pretty much the only one of my friends not playing this game, that it was Christmas holidays AND a Steam sale, or that it was -25 outside, but I decided to take the plunge and throw down $40 and get into Skyrim. I immediately dove into it, spent a lot of time wandering around trying to fight different kinds of things. After about 20 hours, I set it aside because frankly I got a little freaked out by the sheer amount of quests that accrued. It was uninstalled shortly thereafter and remained unfinished. Until this summer.