So why may be wondering where I might have been –
TAMRIEL!
A world of darkness and despair, where the daedric princes
seek to lure the nerd into their embrace of pain!
A world plagues with the
unknowable horror of bugkind!
Two heroes step forth to step forth to stamp all the
beetles! Slay all the scorpions! And crush all the mudcrabs! And take all the
loot!
Mereity, twas a long and arduous journey back from the lusty
woods of Betnikh, my packs weighed down with vast quantities of plundered
lumber and treeflesh. Yet, I was betrayed by the Crafting Bench, who I now
suspect to serve the Daedra or perhaps even fouler things. For, upon crafting
with 6 stout logs of fine wood, I did receive not the level 6 shield I anticipated,
but a mere level 1 bauble not fit for a stapling child. Moreover, despite this
feeble armament, my packs were nonetheless 6 logs lighter of their load.
Twas a dark day, and I fear Nirn may see darker yet should
these lumber thieving daemons of the crafting bench not be slain with great
haste!
... And the content of which conveniently serves as an excellent delaying tactic until Castlevania 2 and Thief can be properly reviewed.
#ESO
#ESO
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