It started one day at home when I got on the computer to play Skyrim. I saw that Steam was downloading… a mod.
This wasn't something new.
When I told my little brothers about how you can change the game with mods. No one was more excited than my youngest bro. It was fine at first, but as the weeks go by, the number of mods piled up.
I decided to see what mod he was downloading this time.
I was less than pleased when I read the first three words…
Screw that. I promptly stopped the download before starting the game up.
It was a nice day in Skyrim. I recently finished a quest involving a remote cave in the middle of nowhere. I decided to walk my way to the nearest settlement rather than Quick Travel out of whimsy.
There I was, walking with my weapons out and without a care in Nirn until…
Did I actually just hear that?
I turn my eyes towards the sky to try and see what I hoped not to.
I saw a dragon.
Well, I guess it was just my imagina-
Try as I might, there was no sight of the blasted train. Unless…
I quickly switched one of my weapons with a lightning spell. With my aim true…
What in Cicero's pants was that mod my brother was downloading?
This was quickly getting annoying.
Going through my magical bag of tricks, I summoned Durnehviir so that he may kill the nuisance.
I was… 'treated' to the sight of two dragons flying in circles barely getting a hit in.
Oh son of a hagraven…
THAT'S IT! If you want a job done right then you gotta do it yourself!
I went up a nearby hill to get a better shooting position.
I ready my bow and arrow…
OH COME ON! THE ONE HILL I CHOSE AND IT HAD A DRAGON PRIEST!?
With the b sturd on the ground, I quickly swung away, intent on ending its miserable life.
With a charged combo, its life was no more.
As the skin burned away, instead of the skeletal frame of the dragon, there was… something else.
The skin gave away to a blocky shape and I looked on in horror as the dragon's corpse slowly turned into…
In death, it taunts me with its smile.
To this day, that face haunts me.