So Skyrim has pretty much eaten my brain completely: I should have known, for in the dark days of Oblivion I must have played that game more or less exclusively for about half a year, but there it is. This game is like sweet, sweet crack to me and I can't see myself playing anything else until Mass Effect 3 comes out (I did buy and play Assassin's ( Read more... )

So, I have been working hard for the moneys and haven't had much free time to myself to do anything other than come down with a  truly horrific cold and play Skyrim. I've been amusing myself by writing up some drabbles from my main playthrough: Skuld Wrymsdottir met up with Erik the Slayer (who is nice but a bit stupid) and Barbas, who is a talking ( Read more... )

I got a professional (namely my brother) in to deal with my lich problem in Skyrim- he defeated it in a matter of minutes, all the while deriding my 'skills' and boggling at the quantity of crap I'd been hoarding in my inventory. Maybe one day I'll *need* that potion of weak minor frenzy, brother! And then you'll be sorry! I am tremendously ( Read more... )

THAT'S IT SKYRIM

YOU AND I ARE DONE PROFESSIONALLY.


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