User blog:Madman97/You know what really grinds my Wabbajack's? The Misplace of Value in Skyrim.

Greetings non-Mad people. And welcome to another chapter in the series, "You know what really grinds my Wabbajacks." I got a good one for you guys today, and this goes for all the games too and not just Skyrim. Yeah, it's that big a problem.

What am I talking about? I am talking about a mental deficient that seems to find its way into every head in Mundus. The Misplace of Value.

Take it back to the early days of playing Skyrim. You were stepping into a whole new world. In fact, that song was running through my head that fateful September 11th I bought Skyrim on as I traveled from the recently burned to SH*T Helgen to the nearest town the marker directed me to, Riverwood. What a nice quant little town-Oh Sh*T Bandits! These were the good ol days of Skyrim where I had to run away from everything. Now fast forward to a little forward. I made it to Whiterun, and I have no money, no decent armor, my skills were crap, and I was a nobody. So, to gain money without me being killed, I had to adopt the shadowy profession of thievery.

It is here where I started to notice something. Either people in Skyrim cherish their wooden plates enough to kill for them, or they have a misplaced sense of value.

Seriously, I steal one little stalk of wheat, and suddenly, the guards are all over me! Granted, and thankfully, I was never really caught, so it wasn't much of a problem. Little did I know how much trouble it would get me into. Fast forward to when I had just killed my first dragon in Whiterun. Glorious feeling isn't it? Slaying the thing you were running from in the first parts of the game, significantly establishing yourself as both a hero and a threat. I found myself in Riften afterwards, and I took an interest in Mjoll, that Nordic chick with the Braveheart paint on her face. I eventually married her and we moved in to my house in Marcarth. I was laying down a wooden plate in my house to make it look nicer and I hear my housecarl and my wife say this.

"Woah, Treasure!"

"Back off! It's mine!"

"No mine!" Then they start killing eachother! Over a wooden plate! What is the wood made of gold?! They took it out into the street and I put a mass paralysis spell to stop them, ut it also hit a guard. I couldn't reload as it had already autosaved in the midst of the fighting. So the guards were after me too. I couldn't surrender because all of my stuff was near stolen, so I ran, leaving my wife behind. I eventually snuck back in without the guards noticing and talked to her, convincing her to move out back to Riften.

And you know what this whole episode has taught me? Really, go on guess. If you guesed, THESE PEOPLE ARE EFFING INSANE, then you are correct.

I mean, good God people, were the wooden plates used by Talos? Were the bottles of ale really containing the Elixir of Immortality? WERE THE GODDAMN SACK CLOTHES PILES OF JUNK IN YOUR HOMES THAT BENIFETS YOU IN NO WAY AND ITS ALMOST A FAVOR FOR YOU TO STEAL IT, CRAPPED ON BY THE NINE DIVINES THEMELVES?!?!?!?! HUH?! HUH?!?!??!?!

Forgive my rant, but people need to know. This is a problem. At least if you become friends with people they let you take some stuff, but if not, if you steal a fork, your @$$ is grass. I mean come on! I would get it if they tried to kill you because you were taking a precious family heirloom or their entire family fortune, but if you take even the most redundant of items, they go apesh*t! Perhaps this was implemented into the game because stealing is frowned upon, and I agree with their noble intentions if it ever was an intention, but this is a game, a game where in some parts, your required to steal, and to be good at it to! Perhaps it was implemented to make it more challenging and adventerous for a thief to make it seem even more daring, even if it is just stealing a loaf of bread or something. Hmm, maybe I had this whole thing wrong all along.

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Nah I'm always right. It could just be, THIS FREAKING SUCKS!!!