"Skyrim: So simplified a seven year old can do it!"
no. just no.
"well it's the walls you see, They're not stable."
"I once dug a pit and filled it with clouds....or was it clowns.... it doesn't matter, it didn't slow him down. But it really began to smell! Must have been clowns. Clouds don't smell, they taste of butter. And tears."
"I'm a little busy here! I'm trying to decide what to have for dinner. Go talk to Haskill, he's got more brains than a brain pie! Ooh...brain pie... perfect! ...Care to donate?"
"Daedra are the embodiment of change, change and permanency. I'm no different. Except in the ways that I am."