Why I need The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Collector's Edition

It’s really all A Game of Thrones’ fault that I want the Skyrim Collector’s edition. And so really I suppose that it’s my boyfriend’s fault for introducing me to the series.

Before I began watching the television show based off of George R. R. Martin’s “A Song of Ice and Fire” I had very little need for dragons in my life. Six or so months ago I would have complained to anyone about how overdone dragons are. The whole wizards, fairies and dragons thing of the classic fantasy genre bored me to tears. I was all about the future; girls with big boobs in tight spacesuits and aliens with unpronounceable names.

Then I was introduced to the Game of Thrones TV series and I was completely hooked. Like many people I fell in love with the story; wincing and continuing to watch as bad things happened to every single one of my favourite characters. When the series ended I bought the books. I wished for more time in the day to read; harder-wearing eyes so that I could scour the pages for longer without tiring.

And the dragons. Oh the dragons! I almost wished that I were in the books myself (only held back by the truly terrible things that George R. R. Martin does to his main characters).

And so… The Elder scrolls: Skyrim. The new chapter in the series of fantasy games. And this time it’s full of beautiful dragons of all kinds. I simply cannot wait to see them in my skies, to prevail in battle against such mighty beasts and harness their power for myself. The only thing that could make it better would be if I could tame a dragon of my own (but hey, I’m not Daenerys).

And so Bethesda are teasing me with their Collector’s edition thanks to the beautiful statue of Alduin the World Eater that is included in the package. I need his spiny, scaly gorgeousness displayed on my desk for me to gaze at as I soak up every little bit of the story that I can. I am Dragonborn!