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Sian's Story part 1 - Yanked From the World (that's right, another blogged playthrough)

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Greetings. No one from my old life would believe the things written in this journal, but that’s quite beside the point, seeing as how none of them will ever read it. I don’t even know why I’m writing it, save to remind myself from time to time that I was once someone else, and that my former life was not a dream.

 

My name is Sian Elizabeth Fraser. I was a pharmacy student at the Ohio State University, once upon a time, and once upon a different world. It was near the end of the winter semester – finals were coming up, so my friends and I decided to have a party to prepare.

 

That’s what you do in college.

 

Have you ever taken too big a bite of spaghetti and had to suck up the strands with noisy abandon? That’s kind of what it feels like to be transported across worlds. Not the sucking part – the spaghetti part. You ARE the spaghetti, in this increasingly poor metaphor. So, one moment I was snapping a picture on my phone, the next I was in a cave facing a crazy guy who was waving his arms around and screaming. It took me a long, disoriented moment to realize that he was speaking words.

 

"...have summoned a demon! Now you will slay my enemies, starting with my ex-apprentice Lysha! Call me a fool, will she?" 

 

I’m not gonna lie. Wouldn't be much point, anyway, since my parents will never see this, but there was a lot of weed at that party. And I think the punch, which was already vodka-heavy, got spiked with something more.

 

"Wait, wait, slow down, crazy guy." I closed my eyes and rubbed them with the heels of my hands, hoping to clear the hallucination. I got pretty colored spots on the back of my eyelids, but when I opened my eyes again, everything was the same - a small cave lit by smoky torches, a crazy guy in a long dark robe watching me with intense zeal, and a symbol drawn in chalk on the floor right under my Cole Haan pumps. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on?"

 

"Of course! I am a fool!" The man made a show of standing straight and placing his hands upon his chest in some bizarre facsimile of a grand gesture. It made him look like a rooster. "I am Parman, master summoner. I have called you from the netherworld to..."

 

"Slay your enemies. Yes, I got that part." 

 

I gave brief thought to arguing the point, but then it occurred to me that engaging in conversation with a hallucination was likely not going to end well. I could imagine myself back at the party having a conversation with a chair about demons and killing people  while all of my friends watched and laughed and live-streamed the entire fucking thing. I would never live it down. I decided that the best course of action was to get the conversation over with as quickly as possible and then find a place where I could just lie down until the hallucination ended.

 

Okay, yeah, crazy dude, I’m a demon, sure, I’ll kill your enemies. Tell me where they are.

 

He looked surprised. "Don't you demons have scrying powers? Hmm...try Windhelm. Or Shor's Stone. That's not far away, and I'm sure Lysha wouldn't want to be too far from me. She does dote on my something fierce, let me tell you."

 

"I'm sure she does. Where is...no, never mind. I'll figure it out."

 

Good enough. I turned away and, after a bit of searching for the exit, I stumbled out of the cave through the door – proof that this wasn't real; who puts a door on a cave? – and out into…well, this:

 

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You know that phrase ‘fresh air’? My life in the world from which I came thought it had fresh air, but compared to Skyrim, the air on Earth is as stale as a dragon's fart. Skyrim's cities, on the other hand, smell like sewers because they don't have sewers. So olafactorily speaking, it's a tossup.

 

Don't feed the bastards - they'll just want more.

 

~ Sian

 

Next chapter

 

Mods used in this chapter:

 

 

 

{Skeleton}XP32 Maximum Skeleton Extended

A Matter of Time

A Quality World Map

Alternate Start - Live Another Life

Apachii Sky Hair et al

Auto Unequip Ammo

Better males

Better MessageBox Controls

Categorized Favorites Menu

Chivalry

Cloaks of Skyrim

D13 Faster GET UP STAND UP animation

DIMONIZED UNP et al

Dual Sheath Redux

Dynamic Time Scale

Enhanced Blood Textures

Escape the Cell - Mini-stories for Live Another Life and Skyrim Unbound

First Person (Immersive FP)

Footprints

Fores New Idles in Skyrim (FNIS)

Fuz Ro Doh

Gold adjustment (x10)

HDT Bounce and Jiggles UNP

hdtHighHeel

hdtPhysicsExtentions

Immersive Armors

Immersive Patrols

JContainers

Kace Auto Loot

Morrowloot 4E Edition

Net Immerse Override

No Naked Comments

NobleBedCollisionFix

Non-SexLab Animations

Player Headtracking

Race compatibility with Fixes

Real Shelter

Realistic Ragdolls and Force

Reduced Gold Rewards for Quests

Scarcity - Less Loot Mod

Sexlab Framework

ShowRaceMenu Precache Killer

Skyforge Hotfix

Skyrim Community Uncapper

Skyrim Hair Physics Project - Ponytail for HDT Physics Extension

Skyrim Project Optimization

Skyrim Stability Guide

SkyTEST - Realistic Animals and Predators

SkyUI

SLA Monitor Widget

SLDialogues

Sleep Tight

Stop Talking to Yourself Bandit

Trade and Barter

Unofficial patches for Skyrim/all DLC's/High Res

UNP Armor Replacer Package et al

Vini's Crime Gold - More Expensive Bounty

Winter is Coming - Cloaks

ZazAnimationPack

 

 

 

 

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I love reading these kinds of things.

 

Where will Sian go next? Riften? Shor's Stone? Eaten by a spider? Tune in tomorrow (yes, tomorrow, because if it's later than tomorrow then Molag Bal will become angry) to find out! ;)

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Atleast it's Skyrim your PC got ported to and not the WH40K grim-derp universe... Blood for the blood god and all...

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Haven't played that, so I'll have to take your word for that. ;) in retrospect, I should have called this an autobiography, not a journal, because that is the style in which it has chosen to present itself. Ah, well....

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