Ah, Skyrim! Praise be the great lord Todd Howard. Whenever life gets you down, after a while, Skyrim with it's grassy plains, windswept mountains, it's sweet flowing mead, mediocre bards and calls to adventure will always bring you back, no matter how many hundreds of hours you have sunk into it in the past.
I had just gone through 2 litres of mountain dew during character creation and stuffed my face with a bag of ultimate cheese doritos, a feast worthy of any gamer. I was going to focus on playing a Nord alchemist who doesn't make it to Whiterun for a long time. Sometimes it was just fun not having to do playthroughs without dragons being at the centre of everything.
Finally finished, my character turned towards the chopping block and once again I could see Lokir of Rorickstead dead on the ground in front of me, shot trying to run away. The funny thing about Lokir, he may have lived if he had decided not to run, because Alduin, the dragon you need to defeat in the main quest interrupts the executions right when you're about to get your head cut off.
I pause the game, deciding to go get some more snacks in preparation for the real game... Hmmm, make that a pizza, some garlic bread and a 2 litre coke for $12.95, a bottle of vodka and a packet of sour gummies, 2 blocks of chocolate and a can of pringles. Oh, and there was a two for one special on energy drinks, so I grabbed a couple of those too.
I'm carrying my bounty with me, returning home as I attempt to cross the road. Halfway across, I was focusing too much on what I was going to be planning next in Skyrim before I heard someone blasting their horn at me. I shuffle as quickly as I can to get off the road, but feel a tremeemndous ammount of force knock me flying.
I land with a crunch on the asphalt next to my pizza. I can see a truck nearby and its driver, who gets out of it and races towards me. He looks familiar, kind of like....
"Todd Howard?"
Not really sure if it was Todd or just my mind acting up as they appear to frantically pull out their phone, but the last words I hear when my vision darkens are;
Waking up on the wagon headed to Helgen, you're probably panicking and asking yourself "Have I been reborn as the Dragonborn? How the hell am I supposed to handle this?"
Without the ability to save my game, or load previous saves, I knew I was in trouble from the moment I opened my eyes.
But what was worse still? I wasn't even the Dragonborn, no, I was on the wrong side of the cart...
Instead, I've been reborn in the body of the horse thief, Lokir of Rorickstead!
Waking up on the wagon headed to Helgen, you're probably panicking and asking yourself "Have I been reborn as the Dragonborn? How the hell am I supposed to handle this?"
Without the ability to save my game, or load previous saves, I knew I was in trouble from the moment I opened my eyes.
But what was worse still? I wasn't even the Dragonborn, no, I was on the wrong side of the cart...
Instead, I've been reborn in the body of the horse thief, Lokir of Rorickstead!
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