I think I got hooked the first time I made the walk from Whiterun to Ivarstead ... I'd spent half an hour in this monochrome winter wasteland, and then I reached the forests near Ivarstead, and it's this explosion of color ... I think I spent 10 minutes just staring at the screen in wonder. Then there was the time Liddie Bug and I were fighting some Draugr Deathlords and I got stuck in a water trap (forget the name of the dungeon) and she was stuck fighting the Draugr alone ... I'd had her as a follower for the entire run, so she was pretty much a single-handed heavy armor murder machine at that point, but they were too much for her. I heard her crying "I submit," and then ... THEN ... "no, not like this," and I FREAKED. THE. F. OUT. I'm screaming at my computer "You hurt Liddie! I will kill you! I will kill you til you die from it! You don't TOUCH my Lydia! I will raise you from the dead and kill you again, you worthless zombie pukes! I'm coming, Lydia!" That's when I realized Skyrim had probably got into my brain.