She never begins an attack, nor, when once engaged, ever surrenders: She is therefore an emblem of magnanimity and true courage. ... she never wounds 'till she has generously given notice, even to her enemy, and cautioned him against the danger of treading on her.
-Benjamin Franklin


Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Skyrim-blogging

I really oughta call this "...Vol. I." I'mma be posting a lot about this game.

I got my ass kicked last night.

No, not my character in the game. He's a totally badass Nord named Morpheus. He's as strong as a bull, and is as well-rounded as they come. He can fight like mad, sneak and pick locks, cast spells and make potions. He can smith weapons and armor, and his ability to enchant is second only to my ability to name the items he enchants (I'm currently wielding a frost-enchanted club called the Hypothermic Headache-Maker). He slew three - three - dragons yesterday, including a Blood Dragon. He is, in every sense of the word, a badass.

I, on the other hand, got sucked in all the way to midnight, when I started promising myself I would stop as soon as I got to a good stopping point.

I was finally in bed a little before 1:30 a.m. I'm a little sluggish this morning. Coffee, anyone?



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