When I was playing Skyrim, along time ago. I travelled around Skyrim admiring the view and what it looked like. I went from Riften to Markarth to Winterhold. I went everywhere. I must off levelled up twice. I never went into any building, cave or dungeon, I just travelled around. Then I died. From falling off a cliff… the last time I saved was three hours ago. I didn’t play Skyrim for about three weeks. I have never felt so much anger and rage. Ever.
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The Dark Corners of Skyrim
FanfictionThis book is mainly going to be my thoughts of Skyrim, on characters, landscapes, quests and just general life in Skyrim. I've played over 400 hours of Skyrim, and have discovered some dark things. So I'm deciding to share them with you. There will...
