Y'know what, I've seen you guys parading around, glorifying marsh-dwellers. At first I was sceptical, even disapproving of your methods. To prove myself right, I made an Argonian on Skyrim, thinking he would just feed my Restartitis and become another unremarkable memory in my Skyrim experience.
But he didn't. He became strong, cloaked in shadow and as deadly poisonous as a face full of Jarrin Root. I loved him, and I treasured him, until the cold harshness of my own misconceptions drew me close to madness, and in a rage I deleted him after seeing his tail unrealistically clip through his Nightingale cape one too many times. I regret that decision still, days after starting another character in his scaly place.
Let me in
But he didn't. He became strong, cloaked in shadow and as deadly poisonous as a face full of Jarrin Root. I loved him, and I treasured him, until the cold harshness of my own misconceptions drew me close to madness, and in a rage I deleted him after seeing his tail unrealistically clip through his Nightingale cape one too many times. I regret that decision still, days after starting another character in his scaly place.
Let me in