Who’s been screwing with my mainframe?
It is absolutely perfect.
They have their ways, I have mine. There are many ways to walk to heaven, but I prefer to use rockets rather than walk.
The Temple believes in practical lessons. Rather than have books warning certain young plantation owner daughters about the dangers of slave-taking, they’d rather they find out in a special, painful way.
It is remarkably effective.
I encountered a metal in my travels, a fascinating material that, in response to damage, would throw back any force or energy applied to it ten-fold.
My people may suffer, the birth pains of new eras are never light, and some do not make it, but like the metal that I found, it bounces back stronger than ever.
You see my friend, I see the world turn because I am the axle at its center, and I make it turn. There will always be hope for the Dunmer, I’ve made sure of that.
What our friends in the Aldmeri Dominion are doing is akin to what I like to call the swimming pool metaphor.
You see, at first, everything is nice in the pool, then Lorkhan pees in it. Most races are willing to wait out until the plumber arrives and cleans the pool.
But the Thalmor believe that simply removing all the water will make things go back to the way they were, and they can enjoy swimming again. Despite the lack of water.
Are we our anticipations? It is an interesting question. However, I don’t think of myself as a scheming over-reactive whore, so I would say no.
So no, Vivec is not the Night Mother.
Silence. The Dark Brotherhood seems to think this is music. But music is loud, and played by teenagers in front of my house at night. Silence is not music in any way. It is so much sweeter.
I do not help walking child, particularly because I don’t have legs anymore.
As for my whereabouts, I’m afraid a wayward something pushed me into Meridia’s Colored Rooms. As I am not mostly alive anymore, I was ignored, forced to wander my way until I could find a room that was in fact, cucumber green.
The problem is nobody has any idea what color cucumber green is. In fact, there was no room at all. I then decided to simply smash things until said realm ejected me. Evidently it worked. I’m now going to go desaturate my entire city…
Are we talking about learning about her in the first place, or the time that she showed up at one of the many entrances to my city with a bottle of flin asking if my pistons are still pumping the right way?
Because with the first I was surprised, with the second I was aroused, and in the morning I was disgusted with myself. Filthy altmeri space-mining robot are not usually my type…