My New Life In Skyrim

Chapter I

Remember that time when you were a kid? Those beautiful days when all you could worry about was if you were ever going to see your favorite show before you had to go to band practice, whether McDonald's or Burger King was better when it's clearly Wendy's (Pretzel Buns and the spicy nuggets are great, fight me!), or even better when you spend hours of your summer vacation grinding levels and beating a favorite game for the 300th time.

Yeah, me too. That game, for me, was Elder Scrolls 5 Skyrim; this game was perfect, save for a few bugs. There is so much content and open-world space, and I'd still find more! Even when the game is released repeatedly, I appreciate the extra stuff they add. Not to mention the thousands of extra content modders add into the game, like Followers, weapons, and putting on different rings because seriously, why do they limit it to one?

Unfortunately, I haven't even had the time to play that game anymore since I turned 18. Now I'm forced to work a crappy job in a crappy restaurant so that I can pay off my rent and college funds. Thankfully, it's the end of the day, and I finally stocked up on enough vacation hours for a weekend to stay home and play my game. I must sound like a loser, huh? Well, what else can I do? I barely make enough money to pay for essential expenses, so I can never go out. Any friends I've made have drifted apart, and I have no family left. Yeah, when I say my life sucks, I wasn't exaggerating. My life sucks. At least I have one last bit of joy in playing my game when I don't even have the energy to deal with anything else.

I exited the doors and walked to my car, and I was so happy! It may have taken weeks, I may have had to take day and night shifts for months without much decent sleep, but now I can have two full days of nothing but grinding into my favorite game! Wonder what I should do?? Maybe I'll finish up the Winterhold quest! I have been wanting to get the Archmage clothes! Or perhaps I should see if there are any more dates I can see involving Serana! The Molag Bal quest expansion would be cool! I climbed into my car excitedly and took a deep breath; now I could finally relax-

Everything went black

What happened? Why did everything go dark all of a sudden? I thought I was blindfolded for some reason, but it turns out my eyes were just closed. I'm so sleepy that I knocked myself out sitting in the car. I open my eyes. It's bright and cold out for some reason, I try to rub my eyes only to notice what felt like rope tied tightly around my wrists. To my horror I came to the conclusion that I was kidnapped, that is until I hear-

"You're Awake."

My eyes widened. I'd be stupid not to recognize those words; I've heard them more times than I can count. I looked in front of me, and there he was, a big, burly man with long blond hair and a short beard; he looked a little different, but I was sure I already knew his name; this man was Ralof. But that couldn't be.

I turn to my left and see the two other men confirm my suspicions, Lokir, the horse thief destined to die from fleeing his execution, and Ulfric freaking Stormcloak. Unless this was a weird cosplay kidnapping, there's no doubt about it. I'm in Skyrim.

Moments pass as I witness these men arguing; meanwhile, I'm still silent, trying to process this incredible and terrifying moment. Our carts stop, and the Imperial captain starts to yell.

Imperial captain: STEP TOWARDS THE BLOCK WHEN WE CALL YOUR NAME!

I don't know how this could've happened. I finished my shift, and I was about to go to my car and drive home to sleep. But before even turning on the ignition, I wake up about to be executed! But this couldn't be Skyrim, right? But I can't be dreaming, can I? I haven't had a vivid dream like this since I started working! All I get are nightmares!

Imperial Captain: OFF THE CART PRISONER!! OR I'LL MAKE THIS EXECUTION INTO A TORTURE SESSION!!

I turn my head swiftly, surprised by the Captain. I always go to the side of the empire, but damn it, this lady was always a massive bitch. Then I turn to Lokir, who looks terrified. Dream or not, I can't let the poor guy die if I'm aware of it.