Posted by: apollyn on: January 26, 2012
I am not a hardcore gamer but I do play games a lot. I don’t play a lot of games but when I fall in love with a game I tend to play it a lot. I’ve spent countless hours in front of The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind and its expansion pack. Numerous hours have been devoted to closing the oblivion gates of The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. Right now, due to being confined to the comfort of my couch and my Xbox 360 because of a severe cold, I am investing my days in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Bethesda’s latest masterpiece has sucked me in so deep that I find myself skipping meals and hours of sleep.
I love that game. Playing it makes me feel better. Well, at least it makes me forget about the constant coughing and the running nose. It’s easy to lose yourself in the beauty of the landscape. It’s not hard to become invested in the epic story line either. There are dragons flying by, a civil war is going on, ancient magic is returning to a desperate world where morals and faith in the old ways are mostly in ruins. Betrayal, lies, assassinations and world/guild domination plots are all over the place. Have I mentioned that there a dragons? Lots of them? There are also an advanced and very addictive crafting system, lots of side quests and guilds and factions to join and an easy gameplay that’s just challenging enough at the right times and places so that you don’t get frustrated or bored.
If I were Matrix’s Morpheus I’d say: “Noone can tell you what Skyrim really is, you have to play it for yourself.” Do play and enjoy.
Posted by: apollyn on: January 19, 2012
His name is Max. It used to be “Fatty” or “Fatso” and now it’s officially Max. Unofficially I call him “Cuddles”, “Fluffy” and a bunch of other cheesy names.
He’s around 1.5 years old but he’s been with me for less than two months. And another but – I feel as if we’ve been together my whole life.
I adopted him from a local NGO that takes care of stray and abandoned animals. He used to be someone’s pet until that someone abandoned him. Lucky for him a stranger picked him up from the street, took care of him and contacted Animal Rescue Sofia (the NGO). They put his story up on their website and that’s where I found him – online. Need and a whim drove me to adopting a cat but instant sympathy made me adopt him. Sure, my life has changed both in positive and negative ways. There are more responsibilities, more expenses, more chaos and more mess in my days (and nights). But there is also the hairy ball of white and ginger that waits for me at the door and greets me with an impatient “Meow!” There’s also the living being that depends on me, puts its trust in me and demands attention and affection. And there’s the purring…
He’s very smart, very creative, very curious, very playful and very lovable. He’s very in every possible way (including the naughty and annoying ones). He’s the cat that owns my heart.