» Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:05 pm
I was walking along the road, looking for Thalmor to use as firewood. Suddenly, a Stormcloak Courier ran up to me.
"If you know any true sons and daughters of Skyrim, tell them to head to Windhelm, Jarl Ul-"
At that moment, a blood dragon swooped down, killed him instantly, and flew off, not even looking at me.
My reaction?
"HOLY [censored] [censored] THAT [censored] NORD JUST [censored] AND [censored] BY [censored] BRET FAVRE AND A [censored] [censored] METRIC [censored] OF [censored] ARGONIANS!"