Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26459635-20170606085743/@comment-75.142.3.181-20170630045300

Suddenly, somewhere in the Post-Apocoliptic wastes of the recently nuked Skyrim, Jyggalag crawled from the debree and roared. Witnessing this, Dovahkiin thought for a moment as to how Nazeem, Jyggalag and Benito Mussolini can be the same people, and how many Nazeem clones there were still alive. Dovahkiin shrugged and just hoped the writers would come up with some pheasable explanation, then went off too collect cheasewheels in preparation for an epic encounter.