Yes, yes, fucking finally, YES.

And I’ll now disappear from any social interactions for the coming weeks.

It’s good to be back in Skyrim.

I try to get out, but it pulls me back in…

You have found our fortress.
You have returned my daughter.
But what is it you seek?
Is it to be one of us?
To make the darkness your own?
To feast on the souls of the living… and the dead?
Or are you with them?
The Dawnguard.
They think they can stop us.
But we will find them.
The Elder Scrolls will be mine.
And the tyranny of the sun shall end.

My 50th dragon slain, and it never gets old.

…I’ve fallen back into Skyrim addiction D:

plans for saturday night…

I’m such a stud.

What I accomplished within the last 24 hours: shaved head, and full set of legendary-level Daedric Armor, along with a Daedric Bow and Daedric Mace, in Skyrim.

I’m such a stud.

…and I haven’t even touched the main quest beyond a couple o’ missions. I think it’s time to take a momentary retirement from it and pick up a fucking book.