Stuff That Should Have Been, What Bethesda Missed, Was To Lazy To, Or Didn't Want Options

[Rohirrim]

Let's be honest? What should have been in Skyrim? What did the devs really miss out on?

[ImperialSnob]

They said there would be a kind of dynamic ecoenemy,that'd be pretty nice.

[King Coin]

They said there would be a kind of dynamic ecoenemy,that'd be pretty nice.

As cool as that sounds, my character would basically crash the local economy whenever they brought in a haul of loot.

[Colonel Mustard]

They said there would be a kind of dynamic ecoenemy,that'd be pretty nice.

As cool as that sounds, my character would basically crash the local economy whenever they brought in a haul of loot.

Same here. As it was, it was a bloody fiddle trying to get places to offload all the loot I was bringing in. It was a case of:

"Hail, shopkeep! I bring good news, my good fellow, a bounty of weapons and armour of great value, taken from the foul [insert enemy type here] of [insert dungeon name here]."

"Do you? Oh. Oh dear."

"Forsooth! Tell me that thou were not in league with the fiends!"

"I wasn't, no, but you can't sell it to me."

"'Pon my word, why be this so?"

"Oh for the love of the Nine, stop speaking like that!"

"Like what?"

"With the 'thee'ing and the 'thou'ing and the 'forsooth'ing. Nobody speaks like that!"

"I do."

"You only started after you found out you were the Dragonborn. I remember when you spoke normally and didn't act like you were in a bloody saga. A bad saga I liked you then; now I just want to punch you in the face whenever you come in. And that's not good because I know how a face punching is going to end against someone who can shout laser beams."

"Erm...sorry about that?"

"Apology accepted. Where were we?"

"We were talking about a sale of the plunder taken by the villainous foes that I hath-"

"Ahem."

"We were talking about selling the stuff I took from the dudes I killed."

"Yeah, there's a problem there. I'm not buying any."

"Why the hell not?"

"I don't have any cash to buy it with."

"Why the hell not?"

"Well ever since a certain somebody, naming no names, flooded the entire market with weapons, armour and lost relics from forgotten civilisations, the value of all those things has just dropped. Priceless artefacts of great power are worthless artefacts of great power now. I used to make a great living buying loot from adventurers and selling them on at a mark-up, but nowadays Gavin makes more money than I do."

"Who's Gavin?"

"He's a potato salesman, Dragonborn. A gods-damn potato salesman. The market for relics and all-powerful loot is being beaten by the market for potatoes!"

"Well, everyone needs potatoes."

"Shut up! The point is, I'm not buying from you. You're an economic wrecking ball and thanks to you my family's going hungry."

"So where can I sell this to?"

"Scrap dealer? You could probably get a decent price selling it off to be melted down for scrap. That's what I had to do with the last haul you brought in. Dammit, I thought being an RPG merchant would be an easy job. I hate this dynamic realistic economy."

"So do I, friend-"

"I'm not your friend."

"-so do I."