At time of writing, I’m surrounded by boxes and a small pile of my personal belongings. I’ve known that tomorrow was coming for months, and I’m not unhappy that it has, but I have a feeling that its impact won’t fully hit me until it’s over. Tomorrow, I will be leaving London.
I think spending too much time on the internet can divorce a person from the real world. We get into a state where basic human empathy isn’t in gear because it’s not used to online communication. This gets worse the more different you are. We’re trying our best to make our entertainment media more accepting, and it has its ups and downs.
A little while ago, Valve introduced paid mods to the Steam Workshop for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. The experiment lasted less than a week, after a massive backlash from the community resulted in a veritable echo of last autumn’s #GamerGate. And, like with all other controversial topics, this one was filled with people clinging onto the kind of black and white thinking that causes the majority of internet drama.
I’d like to think that the internet makes some people behave in a way they wouldn’t normally had the interaction taken place face to face. Then again, with how divisive absolutely everything is right now, maybe the internet is actually more honest, and revealing rather than corrupting.
Now that Skyrim has been out for a notch or two, I figured it was time I tried my hand at it. Here follows a product of my insanity when coupled with a few hours killing dragons in Skyrim.
© Raniel Dan MMXVIII.