Welcome! I am the dragon-slaying, armor-boasting Dragonborn of the modern age. Running away from trolls is my specialty. On my political stance: I'm firmly against the Stormcloaks and don't think they should be picking on those of us who have a tail. That's just cruel.
I have recently ventured into a "computer lab," which I had first thought was a room of mages summoning strange, beeping fire spells. The instructor has told me that he needs me to take off my gauntlets and put my broadsword down in order to use this magical flashy thing called "Photoshop." It will be a fantastic time, although I will need to trot out every so often to grab a few health potions. Movement is hard when you're hauling 150 pounds of armor around.
Really. It's tough. You try it for a week, then come talk to me. I bet a weakling like you couldn't handle the first five minutes. I DIDN'T GO THROUGH YEARS OF AGONY AND CRYING TO GET CHALLENGED BY A PUNK.
Ahem.
I am the Dragonborn.
Fear me.
Rawr.
I have recently ventured into a "computer lab," which I had first thought was a room of mages summoning strange, beeping fire spells. The instructor has told me that he needs me to take off my gauntlets and put my broadsword down in order to use this magical flashy thing called "Photoshop." It will be a fantastic time, although I will need to trot out every so often to grab a few health potions. Movement is hard when you're hauling 150 pounds of armor around.
Really. It's tough. You try it for a week, then come talk to me. I bet a weakling like you couldn't handle the first five minutes. I DIDN'T GO THROUGH YEARS OF AGONY AND CRYING TO GET CHALLENGED BY A PUNK.
Ahem.
I am the Dragonborn.
Fear me.
Rawr.