Some adventurers boast a girl in every port, an ally in every guild, and an arrow in every knee. In my playthrough of The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion? Not so much. I sit in Olav's Tap and Tack, supping a delicious ale, surrounded by the gentle bleats of its clientele. They're all sheep, you see. Even Olav—poor, innocent Olav—is nothing more than flesh and wool now. You see, I looked upon a forbidden tome, learned its secrets, and now the entire population of Cyrodiil is sheep.
I lose count of the number of times I've played Oblivion. I know Patrick Stewart's opening spiel by heart, I've closed more Oblivion Gates than most people have had hot dinners, and I've modded it for plenty of those playthroughs. But I don't think I've ever had more fun than by learning the incantations bound within the 'Fun With Magic' spellbook. The mod responsible, simply named Hilarity, teaches you a plethora of chaotic spells with which you can unleash havoc upon the poor citizens of Tamriel. I mean, you could go after the Daedra, but where's the fun in that?
