As often happens when I’m busy, video games have taken on a strange golden almost apocalyptic sheen: at some point in the indefinite future, most likely after the Revolution, I will have so much time on my hands that I will be able to spend 50 hours with a Playstation controller in hand, stabbing dragons with a sword.  Like most apocalypses, I don’t expect this will be anywhere near as enjoyable when it happens (if it happens) as it is in my imagination.  All those folks Raptured up to heaven will be in for an awful surprise when they look about and discover Rilke was right about angels: they’re terrifying.

Anyway, part of this gleaming future is the new Elder Scrolls game, about which I know nothing save that it’s provided the fuel for a nicely flowed rap tribute by Dan Bull.

I don’t have any real attachment to the subject matter, outside of this vaguely escahtological interest, but if you don’t see the appeal in a line like “I am the Dragonborn / Wearing a hat with badass horns,” then you may need a vacation.