Skyrim Has Eaten My Brain Part 2

Picking up where our stalwart hero and mistress of burning things down left off, I am currently standing at the edge of a desolate, frozen lake, having just barely escaped the sinking mines after successfully killing the former guild-master.  I have been tasked by one of the other Nightingales to take the key--It is a Special Key--back to where it belongs.  It's some sort of god thing.  She can't do it because she 'is afraid to'.  "Also you're the protagonist, duh" she didn't say, but I can read between the lines.

Mount up Shadowmere!  We must sally forth and-- yes, I'll wait.

Sorry, everyone.  We have to wait for my horse to hunt down and murder every single fucking fox in the entire forest.

I don't know, he has a thing against foxes.

And we're off!

Just to round it all off, I have met the spirit of the dead guy who started this whole thing.  He was thrilled to see that I had The Key so that everything could be returned to normal.

That's so sweet!  Well, take it then!

Hahahahaha.

I keep forgetting that I'm the protagonist, which means that I do everything.

Some people would just hire help for this shit, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Okay, fine.  I'll walk the bloody Pilgrim's Path and return The Key.  But I won't like it!

Oh, good.  Riddles.  This gets more and more like Baldur's Gate.

Anyone who has played Baldur's Gate will know that I am giving Skyrim the highest praise possible.

I am searching through ruins that have not been disturbed in 25 years, and I have found a tomato.  That's... okay, then.

I mean, I guess ghosts can store their fruit wherever they like.

I have over 22,000 gold and still I will stop and pick up three individual gold pieces off the ground.  Skyrim has taught me that I'm a Scrooge.

So this part of the riddle tells me that I have to give something to this giant statue.  Huh.  Well, I have lots of things.  I wonder what happens if I choose incorrectly?

Nothing happens.  Disappointing.

IT IS MY DARK GODDESS!

I BOW BEFORE YOU, OH MISTRESS OF TWILIGHT!

YOU SURE SEEM TO BE PRETTY NUDE THOUGH.

NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING,YOU CAN BE AS NUDE AS YOU LIKE.

And that's it for me, the thieves guild is taken care of.  What next?

While scrolling through my quest list, I noticed that I have a quest given to me by a madman.  Uh, excuse me?  Why haven't I started this one yet?

Onward!

A crazy old man wants me to break into the Imperial Palace to beg his master to come back from vacation.  To help me, he has given me the hip bones of a dead guy.  I'm excited!

Okay, I have broken into the unused section of the castle.  Easy enough.

OH JEEZE IT'S BASKET HEAVEN.

Now I know where absolutely everyone in Skyrim stores their unused baskets.

What, wait.  What?  Who did the what, now?

I was standing in the middle of a dust old corridor, and now I'm standing in the middle of a forest clearing.  There is a guy sitting at a table covered in food that... can I steal it?

I can.

Hold on, just one moment.

*burp*

This guy is ranting and raving and almost certainly a god of some kind.

Also his accent keeps changing between Irish and Scottish.  A true mark of the mad!

He informed me that I am currently standing in the mental landscape of a dead, insane king.

Or an insane, dead king.  I suppose it depends on which part you want to focus on.

Um.

Crazy god suggested that I use a Wabbajack to get out.  While I was laughing at his joke he handed me a, well, a Wabbajack.

I am getting a really heavy Alice in Wonderland suggestion, here.  If I run into a talking rabbit then I will kill it and eat it.

A test of wits, with my Wabbajack!

I want that to go on my gravestone, for the record.

The voice actor's line was 'harrumph' and he was going to be damned if he didn't say that exact word.

Have you ever heard a person SAY harrumph?  Try it.

Hehehehe, it's a tiny little man.

Hehehehe, but he has a grown man's voice!

Hahahaha shut up crazy god, I'm busy talking to the little man.

There's no way to make that sequence any stranger.  I am not totally convinced that it wasn't an after-affect of my new medication.

Side effects may include headache, drowsiness, and hallucinating that a man dressed like the Joker will ask you whether his beard is ready for travel.

Since I'm already in the Imperial City, I think I'll take the time to go and crash a party.

I got a guy drunk and convinced him to make a scene for me.  Just like a real party.

"Sneak by all those guards" fuck you, I'll sneak when I wanna.

Besides, I haven't reached my quota of burning things yet today.

BACKSTAB BONUS MULTIPLYER, BITCHES!

Okay, so maybe I was sneaking a LITTLE.

What a supremely pointless quest.  I snuck into a party, murdered some guards and looted a bunch of files just to learn that nobody has any clearer idea of what's going on than I do.

In fact, the notes I found were just the words "OH GOD A DRAGON" written over and over.

Now I have to go and find a crazy old man.  My life is just filled with crazy old men right now.

These tunnels are simply crawling with evil elves who, by the way, do little to endear themselves to people.

They're trying to find the old man too.  I have one thing they don't--a quest marker.

I convinced the man that I am the Dragonborn by telling him that I am the Dragonborn.  These people are too trusting by half.

"After you, Dragonborn.  You should have the honor of being the first to step into the temple."  It's good to be the protagonist.

I'm going to stop this writeup here, since I'm doing a main story quest.  I'll return when I'm setting up to be the leader of the bard's college.

Skyrim Has Eaten My Brain

So that write up of Fatal Frame, do you remember that?  I certainly don't.  Why?  Because I've bought Skyrim!  Yes, like many others before me, Skyrim has eaten what little spare time and willpower I have left.  To compensate--and pretend like I'm useful--I've done a small post about it.  A teaser, if you will.

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Skyrim, a fictional fantasy world filled with dragons.  A person can be the hero of legend, the Dragonborn, able to use a secret lost magic that many thought dead, head of the assassin's guild, head of the thieves guild, or Arch-mage of the school of magic.

Sorry, did I say 'or'?  I meant 'and' since I am all of those things.

Yes, I am the protagonist in a open-world RPG, which means that I am allowed to be the leader of all the things.

Luckily many of those positions don't require much in the way of administrative work, so I spend most of my time in the countryside killing bears.

To recap my recent escapades, I talked my way into a dwarven museum, killed half the guards and set a researcher's nephew on fire, all so I could get a peek at his research notes.  I escaped by diving into a waterfall, stopping only to chat with the local blacksmiths.

SKYRIM!

The backstory to all of this is that the guildmaster of the thieves guild has done something shady, and I have to find out what, exactly, that thing was.  It doesn't really matter, it's all in the interest of making me the guildmaster.

Skyrim hint number one: if you meet the head of an organization, don't trust or get too fond of them.  You're going to be heading that organization soon, and the story demands their death in order for that to happen.

I am also the head of the assassin's guild, as I mentioned.  The previous guildmaster caught on fire.  It was unrelated to the sudden rash of everyone else in Skyrim catching on fire, which IS related to me.

Being guildmaster to the assassins means two things: I get a spectral assassin that follows me around, and I get a demonic horse.

I am wandering the countryside riding a horse with fiery eyes, followed by a ghost who constantly mutters to himself.

I am the epitome of blending in.

Oh, and sometimes my head disappears.  Onwards!

Skyrim has just taught me how to pronounce the word 'sepulcher'.  I've always wondered.

I am preparing to meet the double-double-cross agent in the... in the place where the thieves guild is?  Huh.  This bodes well.

Yeah, that is EXACTLY what she wants to do.  "I think some of these people are beginning to suspect who I am" she muttered to me as I entered.  No shit, you think?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.  Everybody just jam a brake up yer arse for a second here.

So I was peeking at some research notes because a guy who was murdered (not by me) (for once) left clues as to who and why he was murdered in his journal, but he wrote it in a language that is almost completely dead.  Like latin, but spoken by weird gollum creatures.

At any rate, I found the translation guide and a friend of the double-double-cross agent (who is secretly good) that I'm working with translated it.  Everybody with me so far?

Me either.

But the POINT is that this journal is unreadable, and that the only reason we know what it says is because someone has scrawled some notes on a sheet of paper, yeah?

Notes that don't NECESSARILY correlate to the actual diary.  Notes that double-double-cross agent and I are CLAIMING correlate.

Yet we march into the thieves guild and everybody believes us straight away.

"Oh no!  They have NOTES!"

It's immediately backed up by the fact that the vault was empty.  Just like we said it would be!  I mean, it's not like we could have emptied it...

Too trusting for thieves.

I love it when random people talk shit to me.

Did I forget to mention that I can say words that cause things to happen?

Like magic but LOUD.

FUS

RO

DAH

And all your cutlery is all over the floor.

I mean, not just cutlery.  That would be a pretty useless dragon-language spell if all it did was disturb forks.

No, I am capable of disturbing the position of any number of items.

I am now tasked with breaking into the house of the (presumably former) thieves guildmaster to figure out where he's gone.  This means finding a magical quill at the bottom of a lake so I can excuse the debt of the man who is guarding the house I'm trying to break into, so I can break into it.

SKYRIM!!

And the first thing that happened once I left the city is that a dragon attacked.

I FEAR NO WINGED BEAST.

But apparently some cat-people got singed (heh heh) by one of my fireball blasts, so then they attacked me.

Idiots.  I was clearly in the middle of killing a dragon.

Well, no matter.  They didn't remain stupid for long.

BECAUSE I KILLED THEM AND LOOTED THEIR CORPSES.

People in this game are just hungry for death.

"Oh it's the protagonist!  Let's attempt to kill her.  Say, does it look like I'm on fire to you?"

Okay, I have the release form from the lady, so I can go get the guard to leave.  I'll just... and he's dead.

RELOAD.

Once more.  I have the release form from the lady, so I can go get the guard to leave.  I'll just go to the OTHER gate and talk to him.  That's right.  Come here, lad.  There's a good boy.

And there are random bandits in the house.  Well, were.

Do dee do do dee doo.

That's my lootin' song.

Huh.  So it appears as if I'm being prepared to be inducted into a secret group that worships some sort of twilight god.  I wonder if I should tell them about the other secret group I'm a part of?  The one that worships the murder god.

Oh god, what if the gods met each other at a party!

SO EMBARRASSING.

"The dark elf Magdalene serves as my Listener, hearing my instructions through my earthly servant, the corpse of the beloved mother."  "That's funny, I have a similar dark elf named Magdalene who is one of three members of my extremely secret worshipp... HEY!"

Oh, Magdalene, you cad.

Come Shadowmere!  Let us ride to our secret induction.  Try not the summon the demons of hell again, please.

I'm being inducted along with the thief who has a bad scottish accent.  I like him.

"Active the Armor Stone."

Activate the Armor Stone.

Activate the Armor Stone?!

I suppose there's worse workarounds to the problem of 'this place has been locked up for centuries but somehow we'll still have armor for you'.

But ACTIVATE THE BLOODY ARMOR STONE?

Come on.

I think I like this cult better.  At least it doesn't mean that I have to have conversations with a desiccated corpse.

Get on the ball, assassin god.

Welp, guess who's the guildmaster now.

All that's left to do is to hunt down the former guildmaster and stab him in the eyeballs.

The game doesn't say that directly.  I inferred it.

Uh, Skyrim?  What pissed in your cornflakes?

I hate the Falmer so much.

Falmer are subterranean elves that went so underground that they lost the ability to see.  So they're gollums, but slightly more likely to sneer at your clothes.

AND I HATE THEM.

I have two companions for this quest.  They keep getting stuck on the scenery.

GUYS.  Come and help me with these spiders, please.

I'm your fearless leader, and I need help with these sp-sp-spiders.

Oh, nevermind.  Turns out that wildly flinging fireballs at them while weeping does in fact work.

This chick is really interested in reminding me to stay as quiet as possible.  Not as interested as she is in screaming at things, but...

NOCTURNAL TAKE YOU!  I STRIKE AT YOU FROM THE SHADOWS!  WOW, IS THAT AN ECHO?

ECHO-O-O-o-o-o-

AUGH GOD WHY IS THIS SO LONG

I did not record the trials of the vanishing save point, lest the reader be bored to tears.  Suffice it to say that when I finally defeated former guildleader, it was with no small amount of pleasure.

FIREBALL TO THE FACE, BITCH.

I have been tasked with returning something to the night goddess I apparently worship now.  After that whole dungeon, this subsection of quests STILL isn't finished?

Well I am.  That's all for now.