Saint Vicious
Still sober
This is wrote somewhat like an article. But I do not have the time at the moment to add all the pictures and proper grammar and spelling that articles require. I’m calling it more of a journal, about when I first started playing Skyrim (not long ago, the game still blows my mind). I just decided general discussion was the best place to shove it. Somebody might enjoy reading it. Hopefully.
Now I’m a twenty one year old farm boy. I have never played video games. I have seen them back in the day (sonic on sega) two platform games. Well about a year ago I had money to spend so I bought a 42’ flat screen. I figured since I bought the TV I might as well get a playstation, you never know I might play a game one day. The TV and Playsation 3 sat in my room for the rest of that year. I may have cut them on twice.
A few weeks ago I had a tractor hydraulic hose crack loose and busted my knee cap. So In my line of work I was pretty well out of service. One of my friends brought me a game called Skyrim, I’m sure somebody has heard of it. I am now a minor addict and the rest of this post is helping towards my recovery.
I arrived at Helgen and chose my character. Never much for fantasy I went for the most normal looking one, a Nord. Then the dragon came along. I must have died six times trying to fight it. I am proud to say I got a few good licks in, but it took a while to figure out I was supposed to run from it. Well I got to a small town called river wood, a pretty chill place. Then I progressed to Whiterun. Then soon after, I killed my first dragon.
I was the baddest son a gun around after I killed the dragon. I wasn’t scared of a single thing the game had to throw at me. I made my way back to Riverwood to slap some high fives and brag about killing the big beast. Then came the chicken. I killed it in self defense, I swear. After the towns people got through with me I was ready to go back to Helgen and try the big punk dragon again. I felt I had a better chance against him. I don’t care what kind of weapons or armor you have. Don’t mess with the river wood chicken. Birds got mad backup.
I ventured (ran screaming and crying) back to Whiterun. I decided to do a bit of walking around and came across the giant camp. I was thinking, ive done capped a dragon, a giant can’t fly, can’t breathe fire, can’t be a problem. I will let you finish this paragraph in your head, with the flight animation included. Giants suck.
Now I’m a twenty one year old farm boy. I have never played video games. I have seen them back in the day (sonic on sega) two platform games. Well about a year ago I had money to spend so I bought a 42’ flat screen. I figured since I bought the TV I might as well get a playstation, you never know I might play a game one day. The TV and Playsation 3 sat in my room for the rest of that year. I may have cut them on twice.
A few weeks ago I had a tractor hydraulic hose crack loose and busted my knee cap. So In my line of work I was pretty well out of service. One of my friends brought me a game called Skyrim, I’m sure somebody has heard of it. I am now a minor addict and the rest of this post is helping towards my recovery.
I arrived at Helgen and chose my character. Never much for fantasy I went for the most normal looking one, a Nord. Then the dragon came along. I must have died six times trying to fight it. I am proud to say I got a few good licks in, but it took a while to figure out I was supposed to run from it. Well I got to a small town called river wood, a pretty chill place. Then I progressed to Whiterun. Then soon after, I killed my first dragon.
I was the baddest son a gun around after I killed the dragon. I wasn’t scared of a single thing the game had to throw at me. I made my way back to Riverwood to slap some high fives and brag about killing the big beast. Then came the chicken. I killed it in self defense, I swear. After the towns people got through with me I was ready to go back to Helgen and try the big punk dragon again. I felt I had a better chance against him. I don’t care what kind of weapons or armor you have. Don’t mess with the river wood chicken. Birds got mad backup.
I ventured (ran screaming and crying) back to Whiterun. I decided to do a bit of walking around and came across the giant camp. I was thinking, ive done capped a dragon, a giant can’t fly, can’t breathe fire, can’t be a problem. I will let you finish this paragraph in your head, with the flight animation included. Giants suck.