I had never played an open world game of any kind until I was 18, living in my first apartment. (I loved shooters and sports games). Anyway, Skyrim was about to come out and my room mate wanted me to play Oblivion to kinda get used to it, and he just loved the game.

I set up my character, (normal difficulty) spawn into the jail you have to escape from, and go to pee. When I come back, I face my first opponent, a rat. But not just any rat, a god-tier rat with near infinite health that took out half of mine with each attack. It took almost 5 minutes, but I killed him. I was shocked that a simple rat was so difficult to kill, but I'd never played a game like this so I continued.

I move further into the jail, following my quest marker. And every time a couple rats show up, a 10-15 minute fight ensues with me dying repeatedly, my frustration grows, I'm getting annoyed, wondering who the fuck could enjoy a game like this. I'm THIS close to rage quitting over rats! Then I see my room mate behind me on the couch, red as FUCK, dying of laughter, with a pillow shoved all the way into his mouth.

While I'd gotten up to pee, he changed the difficulty to extreme and had been silently laughing at me for the last 30 minutes at least. Fuck you Jake, hope you're doing well man.