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Anyone doing anything for Skyrim: Remastered tonight? I got a few things lined up. First I'll be playing Pokémon GO with my PKGO club in a park thats right across the way from a Gamestop. My friend Gavin is bringing his homemade Skyrim Nord Ale he homebrewed from a recepie from the Bethesda forums and lets just say I doubt itll dissapoint. Next we'll walk over to the Outback Steakhouse and have a big steak dinner, Nord style, in cosplay, singing songs from Skyrim and generally raising some good-natrured hell (There's also this cute waitress there who i've had my eye on for a while, going to ask her if she wants to come back to my house for the midnight release party and maybe watch me play some Skyrim. Wish me luck, fellow dragonborn!  )After that it should be around time to head next door to gamespot, one of the managers there ks a buddy of mine so he's gonna let us drink and party until they bring the game out. After that, it's back to my place for DiGiorno's, Totino's and some home made sweet rolls that I spent all night last night baking. Finally it will be the big moment as we bot up our ps4s and xbox one's (between me and my buddies we have about 15 set up in my den/living room. 'Tis an awesome thing to see!) for an epic night of questing, gaming, and companionship. We're all marathoning the game for a charity called Arrow To the Knee, which helps people with leg injuries. Im so excited I literally just let out a FUS RO DAH! on the bus just now. Getting some odd looks (im also in full cosplay) but gently caress it bitches, Skyrim only comes but once a console cycle! So my fellow Pimp Zoners, what are YOU doing to ring in the hype for BIGGEST release of the year? Whatever it may be, always remember to keep the spirit of the Dragonborn inside each and every one of you! Hail, and well met! 
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Oct 28, 2016 02:59
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Wormskull posted:*pulls the top of a 4 foot hand-blown glass bong out of my Addiddas (sic) duffel bag and nods at it* OFC much dankage will be had. Besides that though my most hype thing about the night for me is One of the lads is setting up a projector and is going to be playing 5 years of Skyrim themed Rage Comics, Memes, and Funny Videos, all related to Skyrim. These are normally p.gut-busting, but when you add the sticky icky to it I just know I''m going to get a serious case of the giggles.
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Oct 28, 2016 03:02
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Oct 28, 2016 03:18
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gently caress, the game is out to play except one problem: I got too stoned and now im lying in bed and dont have the energy to get up and go into the next room and play it. gently caress. ...drat it, I can't let Tamriel down like this! I have to get up! *throws my legs up in the air and slams them down to get the moment to get out of bed* FUS RO DAH!!! [I get too much momentum and end up smashing my head striaght through the Mario and Luigi cardboard cutout standee Gamestop let me keep] God drat it.
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Oct 28, 2016 05:34
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Oct 28, 2016 20:52
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Lumpy the Cook posted:Dominos and Arbys are bringing the omnomstalgiafeels.
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Oct 28, 2016 20:53
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Oct 29, 2016 03:30
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this game is so loving boring i keep faling asleep while playing it. so far thats happened twice out of the two sessions ive played of it.
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Oct 29, 2016 06:48
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Wormskull posted:lmao Stream it dude so the chat can keep you awake. Though right now MC is doing Zelda Romhacks for charity so I can't watch. oh hells yes.
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Oct 29, 2016 07:28
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Wormskull posted:Ragg are you on Dat Legion doe. Rag loves Skyrim because he's a Nord.
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Oct 30, 2016 20:21
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how come they hired every voice actor who did a fake arnold impression and was like "arnold wisenhiemer" in every 90s cartoon everyone talks really weird in skyrim i miss cyrodill 
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Oct 30, 2016 20:22
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Bicyclops posted:I like when the one guy is like "That's because there weren't any dragons, idiot! they're just coming to life now for the first time in forever!" in a childish Mr. Freeze voice lmao i just got to that part with my mage char last night and i also noticed how weird that line sounds also even the first guy you talk to sounds weird he's like "wheu...are yeu.."
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Oct 30, 2016 20:31
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Ristolaz posted:*tears streaming down my face as I come to the realization that reinstalling Oblivion was the right choice all along* Yes, I have come seeking the light. how come theres no Oblivion remastered. Because Todd Coward is too loving afraid of its power.mThats why.
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you mess with the Jarl, you get the Bjorns. -Sammy "Crazy Sam" Giancarlo, one of the more wild members of my Overwatch clan who also happens to be a huge Elderscrollshead.
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Oct 30, 2016 20:48
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It does. Thank you #basedtodd
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Oct 30, 2016 21:05
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RC Cola posted:Is there a PS4 Skyrim thread? You're already here. Well met, Dragonborn.
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Oct 30, 2016 21:37
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Tender Bender posted:I spend a weekend doing this about once a year and then I play for an hour and don't touch it again. As a sort of tribute to the coming of Winter when the first snow of the season arrives for the past five years now i have booted this game, climbed the highest peak in skyrim, and then opened my window for like 20 min, let it get good and freezing with some flurries coming in, then I blast the "new shout learned" chant (edit: https://youtu.be/UsnRQJxanVM) and scream "FUS RO DAH!!!" out of my window. No joke, a couple years back I shouted as loud as I could and my neighbors light up santa display next door actually fell over. Not saying I'm Dragonborn or anything but well, I suppose anything is possible eh? 
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Well my fellow ES:S fans, tomorrow is halloween and for me that means going to my local Y's costume constest/talent show/ spooktacular. Since Skyrim is really hot right now, I've decided to get a few friends together who are passionate about it as I am and what were gonna do is essentially this music+dance number: https://youtu.be/0GgdzZqBdTY while we're all dressed up as Skyrim characters (im going as the dragonborn obviously with the iconic fur armor and iron horned helmet) billing ourselves as "The Skyrimaniacs" and will be dancing to this routine. I also have a bit of a Skyrim Rap that I've spent the past month penning that I really tink is going to rock the house. Also remember if we win all the cash will be going to Arrow in The Knee, a charity that specializes in getting medical care and supplies to people with leg and knee injuries. If anyone wants in on this just check out some of the flyers I have up around Brooklyn, it's going to be a Skyriffic time.
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Oct 31, 2016 02:19
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Preordered. I would LOVE to be drinking Kaceytron's milk on Halloween night.
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Oct 31, 2016 02:21
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Been watching a LOT of Boss Rose lately and it really makes of me think of his paintings when I'm playing Skyrim.
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no they will not posted:[scene A lot of hip young people who are slightly more attractive than normal are having a party on top of the roof top from the nintendo switch preview. They're smiling and laughing and talking to each other without checking their phones and they're drinking wine. Suddenly i bumble through the door like a gigantic clumsy oaf and knock over a plate of food onto the floor and it breaks. I'm holding a nintendo switch playing skyrim remastered and i'm wearing a white t shirt with black text reading "VG CATS". the entire party trys really hard to ignore me and not look in my direction]
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5 years ago today.... http://m.imgur.com/YKJLXOm
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Nov 11, 2016 23:49
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I have spent the last three days straight in Skyrim, with another two (Shan't be attending my family's thanksgiving dinner due to political reasons) ahead of me. I am the Dragonborn! Now, as some of you may know I'm mainly an Oblivion guy. This is actually my first time completing the story all the way through, and I gotta say nitpicks aside it's a p. great game. The combat is viceral and heavy, the story is absolutely gripping, and those shouts, oh man, those shouts. This game is basically a 'Come At Me Bro' simulator, and I'm all for it. Game on, fellow Dragonbournes.
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Lumpy the Cook posted:I thought Watchdogs 2 was the Come At Me Bro simulator... Knuc U Kinte posted:No poo poo, Dovakhiin (the Song of the Dragonborn) just popped into my head whilst reading this post. Nods sagely Wormskull posted:I started playing this again. Awesome, just Awesome.
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That's fine with me, let's just say I like my sweetrolls Vanilla flavoured.
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goferchan posted:Hail in well met, Dovalkhin. Snapped a picture of the feast I'm enjoying today -- hope you're having a happy Thanksgiving. holy poo poo id never throught of dojng something like this. The immersion must be incredible
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protip: now that its getting colder out leave your window open while you play skyrim. the cold air is great for immersion. Just be careful that you close it eventually. I was resting my eyes listening to particularly soothing bard's song when next thing I knew it was the next morning and I had an awful cold (dovahkiin i aint!  )
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FactsAreUseless posted:Implying you only play one character at a time in Skyrim, instead of fully exploring the epic world with at least six simultaneously - vanilla only, natch. (dragonborn shout) THIS!!!!!!!!!!
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Wormskull posted:I don't know why it happened but one of the mods turns some of the forks and knives on like dinner tables into weapons and when I equipped it it made me start moving and attacking extremely fast. And it looks like a CS 1.6 knife. thats loving awesome, i thought of a smiliar mod when I was in a dungeon and found some embalming tools
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Wormskull posted:The Carriage mod is kind of cool because it's mostly cut content from the game, like there are voice files for passing by things and bandits up ahead and crap like that. Plus the whole intro of the game it's like being on that cart. 
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https://youtu.be/DnlUfPlLjKs gives me the chills everytime...
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This game, quite simply, has changed my Life. Writing up a quick tl;dr to explain what I'm talking about.
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[u]How Skyrim Changed My Life: A tl:dr by R.C. Dragonbourne, esq.[/b] (thats my pen name btw) A cold winter’s gust pierced like a dagger, throwing snow into the frigid air. It danced and whirled in its small cyclone, shimmering in the moon’s light. As I watched from my window, I slowly and methodically turned over my Oblivion special edition replica Septim coin in my hand. It was an exceptionally cold night in rural Pennsylvania. The time was 3:10 AM. I had been playing Skyrim for over 16 hours straight. Taking a mead break to stretch my legs, I turned and gazed at my warm room. By the hearth, the fire roared with life as cold gales battered down the flue. Its heat and crackle were utterly intoxicating. I sat down onto my couch, luxuriating in the faux-mammothskin quilt I had draped over its leather cushions. I picked up my long wooden wizard-style pipe and packed it with some more Synthetic Kratom/Spice mix I bought from the local apothecary (headshop) known as “Homer’s Gold” and inhaled deeply. The exhaled smoke danced across the room as I felt a newfound wave of warm contentedness wash over me. I was just about to drift off to sleep when I was suddenly awoken by a loud crash outside. I immediately rose and walked to the window to see its cause. Outside, I could faintly through the flurry of snowfall make out a shadow by my yard. Grabbing the nearest light source I could find (an old lantern I use for camping) I stepped out into the cold night air. Looking down, I spied small tracks in the snow, leading to my garden (I started homebrewing my own brand of mead with Juniper berries mixed in preparation for the Skyrim Special Edition release a few months back). It was at that point I immediately knew who the culprit was. The neighbor who lives next door is a new-age hippie entrepreneur who has quite a successful and lucrative business making and selling homemade Kombucha, with the secret ingredient being milk of Sus Scrofa, more commonly known as the wild boar. For years he has kept a poor handle on these beasts, and they constantly were escaping their pen and wandering over to our yard. If you have any experience with wild boar you know that they are mean and dangerous animals, and none were meaner or more dangerous than “Bubba” the seven year old Alpha of the group. He was huge, even for a boar, with spotted brown fur and two massive bone-white tusks, one of which was broken from the many fights against rival boar it had endured. I harbored a particular hatred for this beast ever since it broke out into our yard two years ago and killed our dog. What happened next was the final straw that broke the Hammerfell camel’s back. Raising my lantern I saw that my garden was in tatters. My prized Juniper berries and hops were ravaged. What hadn’t been eaten had been trampled beyond repair, and my hops were completely decimated. Adding insult to injury my Steven Universe scarecrow had been punctured and rendered in twain on the cold ground. I felt the rage of a thousand burning suns rise inside me, and right then and there I knew this was it: “Bubba’s” time had drawn nigh. Returning to my house I assembled my leather armor pieces I had made up for last year’s comic-con, replete with my horned customized Dragonhelm. The Dragonhelm was the next evolution of my previous creation, the “Oblivion hat” which was a baseball cap repainted in Imperial style and with a small mp3 player loaded with the soundtrack to Oblivion inside that I used for hiking and getting immersed in the game. The Skyrim variant came pre-loaded with the theme of the Dovahkin on loop. I pressed play and lowered the helm onto my head. As the opening drums began to thunder, I was imbued with a renewed vigor. I looked over at my twin ceremonial hand-axes that were the centerpiece of my hearth, made by a smith recommended to me at PAX by fellow blade collector and my personal hero, Gabe Newell. I took them down from the mantle and held them in my hands. Over the years the blades had become quite dull, so I took them to my fathers shed and ran the grindstone. The Skyrim theme blasting from my Dragonhelm swelled as the sparks of the blade bounced off my Pokemon pajamas. I dropped a hair on each blades edge, which they split in twain. Pleased, I suited up and holstered them, tightening the leather straps on my armor. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, confident that tonight was the night that cursed beast shall finally perish. I went outside and rigged a net trap to a tree, baited with some of the finest goon-crafted Firey Fatty Beef Jerkey money could buy, which surely no living creature could resist. My assumptions were confirmed when, after 20 minutes of silent waiting in the snow, I finally heard the trap spring and the telltale roaring squeals of a boar. I ran over to find Bubba flailing and thrashing, trapped in the netting and hanging from the tree. “We meet again, old friend.”, I uttered with such venomous contempt that I’m sure even the animal could understand it. I drew a small dagger, ready to pierce it’s heart, when suddenly it lurched it’s head sideways unexpectedly, knocking the dagger in my hand and cleaving a large gash through my palm. “By the nine! You filthy cur!” I spat, ripping some cloth and spooling it around my wound. Blood trickled and stained the snow at my feet. Bubba took this opportunity to attack the netting and freed himself, dropping to the ground with a thud. I cursed the beast and looked up just in time to catch it escaping. It ran about a yard away and turned to face me. It began pawing at the snow, preparing to charge. It was at that moment I knew what had to be done. I was to kill this monster in cold blood. But first, a little backstory: I had never been keen on killing. When I was a young lad, my father took me hunting. He was the son of Norwegian immigrants, born into a poor family in Allentown, PA. When the factories closed down, my grandfather and my father had taken to surviving the winters by hunting deer and other game in the woods. My father loved to hunt. It is his favorite thing to do in this world, and he tried to pass down that passion to me. I, however, could never develop a taste for it. I found the entire affair cruel and distasteful, especially considering that in today’s day and age our family could buy our food at the local supermarket. I still remember that faithful day. It was a brisk autmn dusk, and my father and I had zeroed in on a young buck that was drawing water from a nearby stream. My father readied his compound bow and handed it to me. “Go on, son. Take the shot. Make your father proud.” I pulled back the arrow, feeling the resistance of the bow in my hands. I had a perfect killshot lined up, but for some reason my body would not release the arrow. “Come on son, do it!”, my father shouted. But it was no use. My trembling arms would not let fly it’s deadly arrowed cargo. All I could think of was the poor, innocent deer who’s life I was about to take. Tears flowed down my face as I raised the bow one last time in an attempt to muster the courage, but I simply could not. “What is wrong with you, boy? Make your father proud!”, he shouted behind me. “I cannot papa!”, I cried. “I cannot!” I dropped the bow and ran crying back to my father’s truck, slamming the door behind me as I picked up my Gameboy Advance, hoping Shantae would free me from my shame. An hour later my father returned, the dead buck draped around his shoulders. He placed it in the truck, and without saying a word climbed into the cab and took off. We sat silently as we drove for miles. Finally, I broke the silence. “Father, are you angry with me?”, I asked him. My father silently stared ahead, until finally he spoke. “Not angry, son. Just……disappointed.” From that day forward we drifted further and further apart. My father took less and less of an active role in my life. I could sense how deeply I had let him down, but it was simply not to be. My father is a builder and a woodsman, a man of the earth. Whereas I became a man of Logic, Reason, and Science, eschewing the harsh world of nature to the comfort and warmth of a video game and a laptop tuned to r/ScienceisFuckingAwesome. This rift continued for years until we barely spoke anymore, my father often retreating to his small hunting shack he had purchased off a few miles from our property in the woods. Many days my father and I never so much as exchanged a word, with him preferring to chop wood alone by his shack. It saddened me to know I had failed him as a son in his eyes that faithful day I accompanied him on his hunt. I became enamored with the Elder Scrolls series, particularly Oblivion. I enjoyed the lazy and content life of an Imperial, stoned and strolling through the ardent fields of Cyrodill. When Skyrim was released, I was hesitant. Offput by it’s cold and harsh world, I never got past the first mission without quitting. I felt like a failure. Both in the world of Tamriel, and in our world to my father and his Nordic ancestors. For years, I shamefully avoided the game. That all changed, however, when Skyrim Remastered came out this year. In a matter of weeks, I was transformed from a soft milk-drinking imperial to a hardened Stormcloak, yet I still felt like I was a fraud, not a true Son of Skyrim. While playing, my mind would often drift back to the hunting incident with my father, and the shame I saw in his face all those years ago, came flooding back, as it did in this moment. It was now sixteen years later since that faithful day in the woods. I was now a man. I was now ready to face my destiny. I gripped the handles of my hand-axes tightly. The large full moon casted a bright pall over the cold plain. The snow and wind howled furiously, to the point where all I could hear were my own heartbeat and the Skyrim theme pounding away from my Dragonhelm. Across from me, Bubba prepared to charge. At that moment, despite it all, time seemed to slow. I looked around at the near-impenetrable treeline ahead of me, and at my back the cliffs edge of a large ravine jutted out only a few feet until becoming a sheer drop. There was no escaping this. It was time. At that exact moment, the Skyrim theme climaxed triumphantly, with the chorus loudly chanting. ”DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN, NAAL OK ZIN LOS VAHRIIN! WAH DEIN, VOKUL, MAHFAERAAK AHST VAAL! (Dragonborn! Dragonborn!, by his honor is sworn, To keep evil forever at bay!) With a demonic, shrill squeal Bubba raised tusks and charged at me with full force. I raised my hand-axes and rushed him with a primeordeal shout that came from the very depths of my being. We finally collided, tusk and bone and steel and flesh clattering together, echoing into the frozen black night. I felt as if a train had collided with my torso as I was knocked to the ground. Undaunted, I sprung to the air just in time to block another strike from the foul beast. It’s tusk had slipped past me and jabbed deeply into my side. I let out a cry and kicked him off of me, almost falling off the cliff to the frozen tundra behind me. I regained my composure however and readed myself for yet another strike. Bubba gave me a final death charge, but this time I was ready. Anticipating his leap, I thrust the hand axe into the depths of it’s belly. Stunned, Bubba stopped in his tracks, raising it’s head to the heavens and uttering a soul-shuddering shriek that could have woken Mehrunes Dagon himself. The Skyrim theme continued to blare in my head giving me an otherworldy sense of power, the horns blaring while the chours continued their chant. Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal! (And the fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout, Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!) ”HUAH! HUUH! HUAH!” “Begone foul beast! By the Nine, I shall send you to the depths of Oblivion!” I cried, and, channeling the spirit of the Dragonborn himself, gave my best Nord shout. “FUS…RO DAH!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, delivering the killing blow and driving the axe in my left hand down with a thunderous slam directly into its head, splitting the boar’s stone-thick skull into pieces while simultaneously decapitating it. I stared silently, watching what was left of its head tumble down the ravine. “Fare thee well, foul swine”. I said aloud, sheathing my axes. Adrenaline was now pumping through my veins, and my heart pounding like mad. I was covered in blood, both mine and the boars, along with snow and dirt. My dog had been avenged. And, Finally, I had embraced my roots, and was now a true Son of Skyrim. I ripped some more cloth and tended to my wounds, and then, hefting the boar’s considerable carcass across my shoulder, began making my way into the woods, focused on the journey that lie ahead. An hour later, I reached my destination. My father’s hunting shack stood before me, smoke billowing dreamily out of the stone chimney atop the snow-covered roof. By this point it was dawn, and the sun had begun to rise. For a moment I was taken aback by the beauty of the light, and how similar it looked to the volumetric God lighting in Skyrim Remastered. “Godd Howard, you drat genius.”, I said while laughing to myself. “Talos bless you.” I saw my father in the window, fast asleep in his chair inside the cabin. With all my strength I kicked open the door, which I realized was slightly unnecessary because it was unlocked. My father awoke with a shock and looked up, not even recognizing me. “Who- who are you? Wait a moment…” he said, and wiped his eyeglasses with his shirt and put them on. His face turned from one of alarm to utter shock and amazement. He now realized who was standing before him. I dropped Bubba’s hefty carcass onto the coffee table with a loud thud. Even in the state it was in, my father immediately recognized the body of the beast whom he also had despised all of these years, along with my wounds and the blood on my axes. “Father.” I said. “For you. Now you shall have enough meat for the whole winter.” At that moment my Dragonhelm’s mp3 player Bluetooth automatically connected with the Sonos surround sound hifi system my father had installed and the final chants of the Skyrim theme played throughout the cabin. My father said nary a word, until he silently stood, tears in his eyes, and embraced me. “You are…my son. I am...so proud of you. My son.” Tears streamed down my face as we both knew at that moment, that the rift had finally been healed. The Skyrim theme gave its last remaining bellows as I gazed out the cabin window to the bright and snowy domain outside. A cold winter’s gust pierced like a dagger, throwing snow into the frigid air. Retarded_Clown_ fucked around with this message at 11:57 on Dec 6, 2016 |
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