Gaming

Whale meat again.

A meal that size will certainly last longer than the horker meat in Skyrim. But is it salty enough?

Considering I have probably spent about 90% of my time massively overburdened, I do feel like I have been carrying around a dead whale.

Is that the Witcher III or another game? (being over-burdened isn't an issue in Witcher I, though you do run out of space in your backpack...)

In Witcher 1 I have to keep offloading stuff to the local innkeeper and then hoping that he doesn't die in a big fight that I inevitably start.

In Witcher 3 you can carry as much as you like, but once you exceed your maximum weight allowance you can no longer run and are forced to walk.

tippy-toe-beans

That's the way it works in Skyrim too. Much better than Morrowind where you literally can't move at all unless you drop some things.

Valence wrote: That's the way it works in Skyrim too. Much better than Morrowind where you literally can't move at all unless you drop some things.

"I need you to go on a mission for me, here you'll need this heavy item", hands you heavy item which puts you over weight. "Off you go now, what are you waiting for?"

Stands there trying to decide what of the things in your inventory you are willing to drop so you can actually move and go on this mission.

I did have some over-encumbered antics in Skyrim last night.
I went to kill all those naughty Alik'r who were harrassing the Redguard women (it was a bit tricky though because there was also one bandit who had that really good spell that sends ice shards flying at you. Died many times. Gotta find that spell for myself. )
Anyway, with all of them eventually dead I looted the place and got myself some nice weapons (lots of scimitars) and a traditional Hammerfell outfit and then slowly limped my way out of the cavern to find...



Yay, a dragon.
Well, I can't fight it at walking speed so I'd better call my horse and get it to carry some of those weapons. I whistle and it comes trotting towards me as if to say, "Yes?"
The dragon then roars and the horse says, "No!" and runs off like the coward that it is!



And with all my heavy loot I'm not fast enough to catch up to it!
Oh, well. Time for dropsies.