Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10104661-20131123202545/@comment-11344160-20150119193456

If I had lived in Skyrim (fitting since my ancestors came from Scandinavia) I would have been blessed by the gods with the blood of Dragons. Over the course of my life I would saved the world, driven the Empire from Skyrim, became Harbinger of the Companions, Arch-mage of the College of Winterhold, Guild Master of the Thieves Guild, and I would have wiped out the last remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood in all of Tamriel. I would have killed bandits and bunnies, both by the thousands. I would have become a werewolf, a vampire, then a werewolf again, and then a vampire once more, before curing myself of both foul diseases after the realization that my Thu'um is all I needed to vanquish my foes. The number of arrows I fired and ingots I smithed would have built a mead hall to rival that of Jorrvaskr several times over. I would have married a sweet girl from Whiterun with a passion for mammoth tusks and dealing drugs, and the number of housecarls pledged to us would have made the richest of jarls blush. Finally, after my thirst for wealth, women, and power was slaked, I would commission a great temple full of traps to be built as my burial tomb where I would spend the remaining ages as a mummified Draugr, waiting for some foolhardy adventurer to show up and taste of my Thu'um.