Companions of Skyrim
I love the Elder Scrolls series. I've played all the games form Arena to Oblivion, so you can imagine when Skyrim came out I had to buy it, just had to. Unfortunately, money doesn't grow on trees, so I didn't get the game until my birthday in early May 2012.
May 16, 2012
Just started Skyrim. I survived the attack on Helgen and went to Riverwood, and passed there to Whiterun. I saw three people being attacked by a giant. I walked over and saw they killed the giant. I talked to them and they mentioned the Companions. I decided to level a bit before proceeding the main quest, so I entered the city and joined the Companions. == May 17, 2012==
Finished half of the quest line, and was ecstatic to find there were werewolves. I accepted the offer and enjoyed running around slaughtering the guards of Whiterun. It was about 12:30 am and my parents yelled at me to go to bed. I finished up, saved, and fell asleep.
May 18, 2012
My parents woke me with a frantic panic. I had fallen asleep on my bed, but awoke half way out the window. My hands were bloody and so was the window. I must have clawed my window open and fallen asleep again. I told my parents it was fine and locked them out of my room and turned on Skyrim.
May 19, 2012
Played all through the night, almost done with the Companions quest line, but my parents told me to go to sleep, so I have no choice.
May 21, 2012
Haven't played for two days. Over the few days of having this game I have this game, my hair has gotten longer, my nails sharper and longer. I should be worried, but I doesn't bother me. I can still hold a game controller. I love being a werewolf in the game. Wish I could be in real life.
May 22, 2012
Finished the quest line finally. Changed so much during this time
May 23, 2012
You'll never believe this. I woke up this morning in my yard, weird to began with. Dirt on my feet and clothes were ripped. Then I noticed another thing. The front of my clothes were drenched with blood and so was my face. I sat up in a daze and saw a hole in my neighbor's fence. I walked through it, and saw my neighbor's dog, Max on the ground.
His head was ripped off and his stomach was torn open to see the entrails that were half way eaten. I assumed he was attacked by a bear, and I was too and just didn't notice yet. But how did I get outside? I looked down at my clothes and lifted my shirt, expecting to ragged and torn flesh. But I'll I saw was clear flesh, take some pink tint from the blood.
I saw blood under my nails.
I licked my lips.
And tasted it.
I wanted to vomit. I knew I did this, but how? I'm not strong enough to rip open a stomach, and especially not a head. I ran inside and threw away my bloody pajamas and jumped in the shower, cut my nails, washed my face, and chopped my hair off. The police came to investigate what had happened to the poor dog. I just stayed in my room, curled up in my comforter and went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt a long wisp of hair. I felt the back of my head and found it long and luscious.
May 24, 2012
I can't take it any more. The moon calls me every night and my parents say they hear whimpering form my room. This night I couldn't take it any more. I was going to sleep a few hours then jump out the window. I woke and hour after I fell asleep to a horrible pain. My back, legs, and neck seared with pain, and I heard cracking sounds as my arms grew longer.
I ran to the bathroom and saw my reflection, a werewolf, straight out of Skyrim. I howled with fear and jumped from the window in my room, taking my journal with me. I jumped to the top of the roof and let out a piercing howl. Lights form all the houses turned on around me and my parents look out of the window, and knew it was me. I jumped from the roof and onto the concrete, landing with no injury.
The police man that lived next door had his gun pointed at me. I jumped and slashed the gun out of his hand, leaving a stump as to see that I had taken his hand. He cried out and fell to his knees, where I leapt and bit and tore his neck, whipping my head until I heard a snap and a crack. I threw his head into the car on the right, making the children scream bloody murder.
I gorged my self on his entrails and looked up to see more policemen. I bite one of them, and they instantly change into a werewolf. Everyone screams and we kill some, change others. When we were satisfied, there was about six of us and we lounged on the roof of my house. I had changed my mother, but killed my father. I was thinking of all the mean things he'd done while gnawing on his spine. I heard sirens, howled, and all of us retreated to the woods.
Police found the journal of a girl who admitted to all the murders in that little neighborhood that night. But they never found the girl. They followed the trail of the murders into northern Canada, but lost track in Alaska. Now the people in Alaska hear strange, mangled howls and growls, grunts and moans. People who go missing either turn up eaten and mangled, or are never found. People find pictures of giant, bi-pedial wolves with dark brown fur and piercing yellow eyes, but they only find the cameras, never the people. And they never found out who the girl was who lost her soul to a video game.
Credited to Werewolf324
Originally uploaded on October 23, 2012
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