Let’s say one thing first—this game rocks. A lot. But it’s
not perfect, so don’t believe everything the fan boys tell you.
Anyone who has read one of the countless reviews on the interweb about
Oblivion knows how the game starts. In classic Elder Scrolls style you begin in prison (you never find out why you were there—personally I like to think my character was imprisoned for stealing ye olde pantaloons from someone’s washing line). In here you create your character—race, age and visual style. This bit of the game could have a review all to itself. Let’s just say that there’s no way two people are ever making the same character. You can actually have a go at making yourself if you feel like it; the face customisation is that damn good.
Once you’re done, the game starts with some nice racial abuse from another inmate—in my case, about my wife (he was a dark elf like me—I think if you’re another race he’ll taunt you about the way you look or...
Some sort of fire tongue and somethig else.
