laclongquan
Arcane
fallout new vegas
Should be enough for OP's requirement.
fallout new vegas
Skyrim, at least can be modded. And Skyrim with Requiem is no longer an everyman's not-really-RPG.The same is true for Dragon Age series, Mass Effect, and Skyrim. Dragon Age, Skyrim and Far Cry are essentially the same game. None of them an RPG, some of them a poor man's action game, none of them designed with PC in mind.
Undetermined amount of time later, you wake up on the couch. Your wife is sitting next to you with a controller in her hands, pressing the X button over and over. You glance at the screen, where Batman knocks out 30 thugs with a sophisticated array of martial arts moves. Spilling the bag of Doritos between you, you turn to your wife. Her eyes are closed.
Speaking of older ones.Frontier: First Encounters
Not what you asked for, but definitely what you need.
Fart Cry 2+ are all a lost cause. If you enjoy getting malaria or skinning boars to get a second weapon slot while wasting time on consoletard menu system, it should be your kind of game.
But really Fart Cry became the symbol of big corporate philosophy of merging multiple genres to appeal to E V E R Y O N E. And of course multiple platforms, hence the UI.
The same is true for Dragon Age series, Mass Effect, and Skyrim. Dragon Age, Skyrim and Far Cry are essentially the same game. None of them an RPG, some of them a poor man's action game, none of them designed with PC in mind.
Watchhogs too. And that Shadow of Hurrdurr game. And Assassin's Greed.
It's all the same game, where freedom is illusory, time is cheap, and you're constantly being spit in the face by retarded writing.
Until you can't see anything for all the spit, and resign to your little spit-covered world, where all you see on the spit-colored walls are shadows of great promises never fulfilled, and then a glimpse of former you glimmers inside you, and you run to those walls, but trip over the drool pooled under your wife's chair as she's watching the derpy Star Wars teaser, and you fall into a strange room.
The bright lights flicker overhead. Through the spit on your face, you make out blurry silhouettes, moaning "fus-ro-dah", "i want to be a dragon", and something about forced romancing. They surround you, and there's no escape.
In panic, you start yelling how you love to skin boars, and then you realize that the last part of yourself is gone. It is the last glimmer of thought you have as a conscious being.
Undetermined amount of time later, you wake up on the couch. Your wife is sitting next to you with a controller in her hands, pressing the X button over and over. You glance at the screen, where Batman knocks out 30 thugs with a sophisticated array of martial arts moves. Spilling the bag of Doritos between you, you turn to your wife. Her eyes are closed.
Fart Cry 2+ are all a lost cause. If you enjoy getting malaria or skinning boars to get a second weapon slot while wasting time on consoletard menu system, it should be your kind of game.
But really Fart Cry became the symbol of big corporate philosophy of merging multiple genres to appeal to E V E R Y O N E. And of course multiple platforms, hence the UI.
The same is true for Dragon Age series, Mass Effect, and Skyrim. Dragon Age, Skyrim and Far Cry are essentially the same game. None of them an RPG, some of them a poor man's action game, none of them designed with PC in mind.
Watchhogs too. And that Shadow of Hurrdurr game. And Assassin's Greed.
It's all the same game, where freedom is illusory, time is cheap, and you're constantly being spit in the face by retarded writing.
Until you can't see anything for all the spit, and resign to your little spit-covered world, where all you see on the spit-colored walls are shadows of great promises never fulfilled, and then a glimpse of former you glimmers inside you, and you run to those walls, but trip over the drool pooled under your wife's chair as she's watching the derpy Star Wars teaser, and you fall into a strange room.
The bright lights flicker overhead. Through the spit on your face, you make out blurry silhouettes, moaning "fus-ro-dah", "i want to be a dragon", and something about forced romancing. They surround you, and there's no escape.
In panic, you start yelling how you love to skin boars, and then you realize that the last part of yourself is gone. It is the last glimmer of thought you have as a conscious being.
Undetermined amount of time later, you wake up on the couch. Your wife is sitting next to you with a controller in her hands, pressing the X button over and over. You glance at the screen, where Batman knocks out 30 thugs with a sophisticated array of martial arts moves. Spilling the bag of Doritos between you, you turn to your wife. Her eyes are closed.
Blah blah blah.
If you want to be cured of your desire to play open world games, the recommended prescription is Far Cry 2.
Guaranteed to work for at least a year.
I'll admit to morbid fascination with that game that made me try to finish it twice...
Both times at some point on the second map I just couldn't stand anymore, and deleted the game (with extreme prejudice).
If it had been a CD I'd have have smashed it and chucked it out the window, but sadly I have the GOG version.
It's a train wreck of Legendary Proportions.
Been playing it again recently with Dylan's Mod, which makes enemies actually die when you shoot them. It's amazing how much better it is. I don't dread running into a checkpoint now, guards still respawn fast but that's irrelevant when they drop enough ammo/grenades to be worth my time and they die in 2-3 shots like real human beings. Even if I shoot them with a pistol! I know, It's crazy.
In fact it's so much better now that I'm legitimately starting to think someone at Ubi sabotaged the game. No matter how terrible you are as a designer, you'd have to notice how unfun the bullet sponges were.