I'm Sorry. I blame Skyrim.

I would do put effort into my blog... but I'm busy being a drone of Bethesda by playing Skyrim.

I'm an impressively sneaky archer who likes to prance around in tavern wench clothing.




I decided I should get married to a sweet little Nord named Erik. He calls me "My love" and it makes me all warm and fuzzy. His character was apparently named after a fan who passed away after fighting cancer. Maybe that is why they made this guy such a sweetheart.



Me: It's so cute! He calls me "my love". Will you call me "my love"?
Husband: No.
Me: (Look of utter devastation)
Husband: I'm sorry it just sounds weird... -_-


I've bought all but one of the available houses and I'm working on collecting all the books I can get my hands on. I have quite an impressive collection despite the fact that I don't read in real life...

I leave you with an odd screenshot of... well... oddness...

I freed the Stormcloak and he ran like crazy, I ran up the road and came across this.
I'm assuming the dead noble was being escorted by the imperial and they were attacked by a mudcrab and the imperial didn't do his job (Cause he's a soldier from the empire! Long live Ulfric!).
So the Stormcloak guy took advantage of the situation by looting him.

Though they didn't move at all for a really long time. Maybe he is actually a doctor trying to save the noble. So many options...