Hello People of Habbox.
Good Evenin' ~ Names Triz, since I'm not really good with introductions, I'll tell you a little about my day today, it was just like any other day, however it was the day I almost got out my trusted Sharpie pen to draw a face on the front of my PC so I could take a mighty Axe to my computers face and ended it's mechanical life!
So.. I was playing Skyrim today, it was like any other day, the sun was shining (I think, I had my curtains drawn, so I'm unsure as to whether this was the case, but I feel the need to attempt to paint you a picture) the grass was greenish, and the birds were probably singing somewhere.
I was wandering through the wilderness, trying to uncover a couple new locations...when I hear that unmistakable shriek come from above. Not being prepared for such an event, I proceed to run away.
After a while, Mr. Blood Dragon gave up chase and I saw a pair of giants...doing whatever it is that giants do. Standing around, sniffing their fingers. Whatever.
I thought "Sweet. I'll let them beat up on the dragon, and I'll swoop in for the finishing blow, absorb the soul, grab the loot, and run away."
See...what had happened... I was sitting a healthy distance away, still "hidden" for all intents and purposes. Taking a few potshots with my trusty bow to keep tabs on the dragons health. I see that it gets down to about 15%. I think, "Alright. Now's my chance. Let's do this."
Anyways. I sprint up to the fight the big scary dragon. I get close, and I use my whirlwind sprint shout to get there quicker. This works magnificently.
There I am, on the dragons flank, getting ready to finish it off.
Perhaps in a moment of Skyrim creature solidarity... I can only imagine that the creatures paused time like Zack Morris in Saved by the Bell would do...and talked to each other.
"Hey, G1, G2. Hold up."
"What's up, BD?"
"You see this little meatbag? I mean, seriously. What's he gonna to? Peck us to death like a duck?"
"You're right. What the crap. We were having our honorable duel, and he comes in to stab you in the bum and take your scales? Screw that."
"What do you say we set aside our differences for the moment and take care of this riff-raff?"
"Done."
Rather than the giants keeping their focus on the dragon, I think I stepped in their favorite mammoth turd and ticked them off. Cause they both came after me. And the dragon. And, to add insult to injury, a cave bear that happened to be nearby.
Long story short - I got double hammer smashed, fire breathed, and butt-humped by a bear.
I did not survive. Not by a long shot.
And, of course, in true "I HATE YOU, SKYRIM" fashion, I hadn't saved in a good 40 minutes or so.
So naturally I rage quit and it's safe to say I won't be playing Skimrim again for as good year or 2.
Feel free to ask questions if you're curious about me in any way shape or form.
- Triz
