Somebody Else's Adventure

Man, am I slack updating this or what?  I guess between the FB account for S&D (which I don't update either) and the FF account (which is updated constantly), this one falls by the wayside.
To compensate, this here is my brand shiny new short story, for anyone who isn't afraid to dabble in a little pre-graphics card gaming.  It's a little like the text version of an electro-dance track, so please listen to some Deadmau5 or Presets or Daft Punk while you read it!
Also, due to the special formatting, rather than post it here I'm just going to link you in.
Here it is: Somebody Else's Adventure !

Catherine (see below for bragging rights)

Catherine

Oh Cathy.
So guess who just beat Catherine?  I did!  Whoo!
I just really wanted to brag about that.  I beat it!  And no one else I know has!  That isn't really something I get to brag about very often. :D  Or ever.  So WHOO!
How did it finish?  Fantastically.  Would I recommend it?  On the spot.  What should you do?  Gird your lions.  I mean loins.  What the hell, gird your lions as well.
CATHERINE </3

Throwyourkeysintoadungeonmania

200 years on from the events of Oblivion and once again a terrible shadow threatens to bring Tamriel to its knees. The shadow is known as throwyourkeysintoadungeonmania, called so because of its apparent bizarre fascination with brainwashing ordinary citizens to trek the world in search of bleak monster infested cesspits and throw into them their most valued possessions.

Will a hero rise to conquer this returning shadow? Or will the Chosen One get distracted by pedestrian chores such as dragon slaying and resolving the Civil War, things which are frankly unimportant and could be undertaken by the average Level 40 citizen?

Only one man can foresee Tamriel's future. One man, with one vision, destined to bring light or chaos to a desperate world.

Unfortunately he's stuck at the bottom of Deadman's Respite with some rather horrible monsters.

Um. Help?

Skrim

Playing Skyrim, reading ghost stories, learning a language, waving my swords around, painting and writing like a baws and teaching the dog to do the grocery shopping.

Also suffering from a few first world problems. I can't afford to buy a copy of Skyrim for all the consoles I own. :C
The supermarket has stopped stocking the grapes my male harem likes to eat as they lounge around on the sunbathed marble steps of my manor.
Yesterday as a joke I cut the head off my swordmaster, and he was the best in the world.
I'm afraid the Dogs manga will be too good, so I'm not going to read it.
The Sims Social wouldn't load in Chrome, so I had to download Firefox instead.
My father disowned me because I have too much money, and now I won't get his inheritance.

Such is life in these difficult times.