The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Suicides
Author's note: This is a fictional scary story I wrote to be entertaining don't take it seriously, enjoy!
Hello, I am an unknown employee of Bethesda Game studios and Skyrim is not real.
I have not heard from... him, in 6 years, despite many failed attempts at emailing or calling him. Oddly enough, last week he called me. Of course I was relieved and I told him I was searching for him. But he disregarded it and, in my excitement to speak with him again, I let it go for the present moment.
He invited me to come down to the old office to play, and of course I was still wary because our office was closed. We had gone bankrupt after Oblivion failed and our building was foreclosed upon. However, he gave me the same address. I went to the office and it was open. I went in, and talked to him. He looked so old considering it had only been six years since I've seen him. He told me how he tried to call me and had tracked me down and how my house was gone and I was not answering- I was worried what was happening when he was doing this.
I had no choice but to move on to the testing room and play. It started out normal. He was in the room guiding me and telling me what to do. He constantly warned me not to go into any dungeons. I asked him why, and he told me it was not textured, so I moved on when he left for a Game Informer interview.
I went into a dungeon, however, it was textured although there was no light, my Dragonborns health was gone and there was a voice- I think it was it was his voice begging me to help him, telling me that Skyrim is embedded with subliminal messaging that causes its users to commit suicide. I tried to talk to him. He was crying and crying, telling me the last time he was a corporeal being. I rushed out of the dungeon. The world in Skyrim was completely black and white I realized what had happened now.
We were, in our youth, satanists, as much as necromancy- and TES is based on we had pledged that at an unknown time we had to give our souls for Satan and that's where he is and where I was about to go. Right after I made the shocking realization that... he, came back in and I can't even describe it. It was like a bear morphing into a shark.... he lunged at me and started spurring satanic verse's. It was the end for me. Now, I am writing this to you posthumans. As I said I had to become Skyrim, so now I'm in the Xbox's mainframe, wandering around and writing my tale.
Credited to Borgtrek7
Originally uploaded on September 30, 2011
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