I look to see, back at what I have become

Something once so innocent, the choices are now done

Ashamed, as my God looks down on me

Guilty, as I know what He’ll see

Singing the sinner’s song

I know, that in His presence, I don’t belong

The stench of death and sin, my body wreaks

An odorous warning to all, of what hides beneath

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DesertFerret7

SKYRIM: BRUTALITY EDITION
"The Sands of Time mod wrecks my character left and right with new enemies spawning and a bandit party waiting for her. Just when Genesis was not enough. Who wants to play this on Milk or Ale Drinker difficulty when you can play it on Spartan Hurt Me Plenty or Nightmare? The dungeons will be a nightmare for my companions and adventurers as Skyrim's Grim Reaper gets to work while the adventures of finding treasure begins. The draugrs have their new tools at their disposal and new friends and the Falmer have some new company to help them as well as the Forsworn as the Reach becomes Hell on Tamerial and the Dwarven Machinery are not alone. Mephala has her lead follower throw out contracts to her underlings to hunt down my character while searching far and wide. Also not to mention Solstiem gets brutal as spawns in the dungeons come with punishment. Necromancers form their freakish experiments and they are no pushovers as well as rogue wizards. AND THE DEVOURING OF SOULS OF TOWNSFOLK BECOMES IN FULL SWING WHILE THE UNDEAD MARCH THE HOLDS OF SKYRIM AND TORTURED AND SCREAMING SOULS ROAM AROUND CITIES AND TOWNS OF SKYRIM. THE OBLIVION CRISIS WAS JUST A TOOL AS SANDS OF TIME MAKES TAMERIAL BECOME THE NIGHTMARE TO ALL ADVENTURERS AS THEY BECOME CORPSEY AS THEY EXPLORE TO THEIR DOOM. IT MAKES THE ENEMIES BECOME THE HITMAN TO ADVENTURERS! Just when sleeping in the dungeons for scholars as they are tired from their research was safe. TO THEIR DEATH!!! That's why I endorse this mod because I am a masochist. WE NEED A BRUTAL CEREAL TO GO WITH HIS MOD!"

EonXII

"I've heard rumors of Bleak Falls Barrow. They say it's home to many horrors and unimaginable riches. "What a great place to find loot!" I foolishly thought to myself. But first I'd have to make sure I was well equipped for the journey. I brought along my childhood friend Erik the Red and hired someone claiming to be one of the best swords in all of Skyrim, for good measure. We decided to stop in Riverwood to stock up on supplies before our adventure. Can't risk anything. I was introduced to the local blacksmith, Alvor. He's no Eorlund Graymane but he does a fine job for a fair price and I wanted to make sure our gear was freshly sharpened, tempered, and ready for combat. I was in the midst of negotiating prices when I heard an orc shouting "NOW!" from behind. One scream. Two screams. I turn quickly and I see two citizens crumbled on the floor, dead. Beside them are 5 mighty orcs, clad in steel armor. My blood turns to ice. One charges toward me; I narrowly dodge the blow and strike him down. I look over and see 3 of the beasts surrounding one of my companions. They strike him down without mercy. So much for being the finest sword in all of Skyrim. But hey, at least I'll get my money back. I turn around to see Alvor and Eric taking down another orc. Three on three. Easy. I flank them while Alvor and Erik distract. One orc down. Two orcs down. Only their leader remains. He has no intention of fleeing. If anything he looks like he's about to go berserk. He runs toward me, warhammer raised. I block. He feints and rips Alvor's head off with a mighty blow. "Crap!" I yell. He advances toward Erik and begins bashing him over and over until he falls to his knees in submission. Frenzied, I charge the orc and stab my sword right into his back. Got him! Whatever relief I had was snapped away as the orc pivoted and sent me flying with powerful hit to the head. I fall over, bleeding, concussed, and unable to move as he thunders toward me. This is the end. Why couldn't I have just stayed home and lived a normal life as a farmer? I take a deep breath and resign myself to my fate. The orc raises his hammer. A desperate scream rings out. The orc collapses next to me, Erik's sword through his neck. "Erik!" I mumble before losing consciousness. I woke up in the Sleeping Giant Inn a full day later. I'm going to be here nursing my wounds for the next few days. I'm tempted to go back home after that experience but I just can't resist that call to adventure. Who knows, maybe the Jarl will reward us handsomely for protecting one of his towns?"

Jebbalon

"Jebbalon: We entered Bleak Falls Barrow when I was level 5. Inigo and I just made it out, I'm now lev...... Oh No!
Inigo: My friend, do you think they followed us out or were they waiting in the shadows?
Jebbalon: I'm not sure, but break time is over!"