Well, actually, they're only in the gem until you enchant something with it. Then they're in the weapon until it's charge is depleted. Once the charge runs out... Well, no more soul. Perfect oblivion.Black Arrow Officer said:What are the most evil things you've ever done in a video game? Mine is definitely trapping the souls of all the little kids of Skyrim and using them to enchant my weapons. Now that I know what happens when you refill an enchantment, I can take evil pride in knowing that little children are being tortured for all eternity. I did it not just to the annoying ones like Frodnar and Braith, but to the friendly ones like Dorthe. Torturing innocent children for all eternity in a nightmarish dimension is truly of the most evil acts that can be committed in a game.
I don't either, man.Daystar Clarion said:This one time.
I stole some guy's sweet roll.
[sub][sub]I don't like being evil in games...[/sub][/sub]
WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO YOU, YOU MONSTER?trollax said:In binding of Isaac I killed all of the beggars.
I killed a chicken in Skyrim. But then I felt guilty so I loaded my last save. >.<Black Arrow Officer said:What are the most evil things you've ever done in a video game? Mine is definitely trapping the souls of all the little kids of Skyrim and using them to enchant my weapons. Now that I know what happens when you refill an enchantment, I can take evil pride in knowing that little children are being tortured for all eternity. I did it not just to the annoying ones like Frodnar and Braith, but to the friendly ones like Dorthe. Torturing innocent children for all eternity in a nightmarish dimension is truly of the most evil acts that can be committed in a game.
Fable 3 for me. Got married, had a kid, waited until the kid grew up to be old enough for me to drag him around by the hand. Grabbed him and took him to see his mom/the wife. Proceeded to take my big goddamn hammer and smash the wife's head in in front of him. Went to the orphanage, picked up my kid, and spent the next hour taunting him, yelling at him, and generally making him pee himself every time I came into view for the rest of his life. Then when he became an adult I smashed his head in too. And throughout the entire thing, I was giggling like a first grader on Halloween. Then I asked myself "what the hell is wrong with me?"