» Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:50 am
I'd think to myself, "Pshh, Skyrim? What?" and think I must've gotten drunk in some ravine. I'd also assume I'd had six, because that would make the situation that much easier to cope with, knowing I sleep naked. Then, I'd wander aimlessly through the forest, asking some big guy for directions, only to realize it's a bloody troll. And that's where I'd think, "I just got trolled," and promptly die.