20 Problems Only Skyrim Fans Will Understand

8. Thinking Someone Is Friendly Then Suddenly Hearing The Words €œNever Should Have Come Here!€

We've learnt to trust nobody in Skyrim: seemingly approachable bandits can turn vicious in seconds, and suddenly turn to angry red dots on your radar. Can't we all just be friends? Time to get the axe out.

7. Realising You Can€™t Actually €œThu€™um€ In Real Life

You know those slow-walking people you find in your way when rushing through town? Imagine if you could literally shout them out the way - now that would be awesome. Not to mention the fact you€™d have the best party trick ever and probably make loads of money on some €˜Extraordinary Bodies€™ Channel 4 documentary. That said, those slow-walkers (in Skyrim reality) are probably just poor over-encumbered travellers trudging back home to drop off a back-breaking amount of dragon bone.

6. Having Arachnophobia And Playing Skyrim

Holy spider-balls. Welcome to your greatest fear, come true. The moment you see mounds of ominous web on Bleak Falls Barrow is the moment your controller begins to suffocate from your profusely sweaty palms. Is the Golden Claw really worth this?

5. Accidentally Fus Ro Dah-ing Someone You€™re Sneaking Up On

Even worse, when you€™re on a mountain-top and hit the shout button instead of the sprint button; resulting in you shooting off a cliff to your death. Good job, Nooby Noobington of Noobrim.

4. When A Quest-Giver Is Killed Before You Get Back To Them

So you've gone on a lovely little bear-killing quest for Aela the Huntress, and fast traveled to Windhelm to drop some stuff off at the house first. When you get there, you're greeted by a courier saying that Aela died and left you inheritance. Inheritance? I want to finish this quest dammit! Whats worse is when you're following the waypoint for miles upon miles... to find nothing but a corpse at your destination. Great.
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