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| − | ===CONNOR PLAYS OBLIVION!!!!!!!!!!!===
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| − | oh god where am I
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| − | ''where the fuck am i''
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| − | i was just walking around the imperial city, looking for a place to sleep maybe a bite of food
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| − | now it's dark and i'm just so lost and cold and scared
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| − | everyone in this town is bipolar and i just want to go home ;_;
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| − | ===Day One: Still in Imperial City. Time: I don't even know anymore===
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| − | I see the same faces wherever I go
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| − | The map tells me nothing
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| − | I have passed these buildings before, god knows how many times
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| − | why did i have to escape prison
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| − | why
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| − | damn you uriel septim
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| − | damn you to hell
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| − | ===First Night. Imperial City===
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| − | It has started to rain
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| − | I am but a lonely, miserable pink-haired orc in a whole new world of unimaginable suffering and woe
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| − | i seek shelter under an archway near the gate into town
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| − | an imperial watchman gives me an empty stare
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| − | he knows
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| − | they all know
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| − | ===First Night: All Saint's Inn===
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| − | my gods, there's been a miracle
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| − | there was an inn near the city gate all along
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| − | I eagerly walk in and ask for a room
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| − | the innkeeper sneers at me as i realize i have no coin
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| − | I calmly step outside and crawl into a ball, sobbing
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| − | nobody knows the pain of little stevie rubbins
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| − | ===Day Two: Imperial Lighthouse===
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| − | I can hardly remember the night before
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| − | The most I can grasp is stumbling into the imperial lighthouse and just shoving a watchman off of his bed
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| − | he did nothing
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| − | he simply stood over me and stared as I drifted off to sleep
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| − | I awaken to a loud crash
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| − | Startled, I turn to my right to see an imperial guard standing on a bed, just... glaring down at me
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| − | I get up to witness a watchman sitting in a table
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| − | no literally, he's sticking through the fucking table
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| − | calmly sipping his drink like nothing's wrong
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| − | i-is that what i heard
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| − | I talk to him
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| − | "There isn't a problem, is there?" he says calmly, as if he doesn't even know
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| − | this damn town is mad
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| − | ===Day Three: Imperial Prison===
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| − | i never should have fucking left skyrim
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| − | i just had to get mixed up with that moonsugar incident
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| − | i don't even know what i did this time
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| − | when i woke up, the only way out was locked
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| − | i had no choice but to pick the lock
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| − | all of my lockpicks were broken and when i stood up they were just standing there, grinning madly at me
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| − | "Well well, caught in the act and no coin to pay your fine! I'm confiscating your stolen goods and it's off to prison with you!"
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| − | it was the only way out
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| − | i literally had no choice
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| − | they were the ones who locked the doooh holy shit
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| − | they did it on purpose
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| − | that's why they let me spend a night
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| − | just so they could mock me the next morning
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| − | i begin to cry as they lead me to prison
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| − | i should have listened to mom
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| − | why didn't i become a doctor
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| − | ===Day Three: Still in the Imperial City===
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| − | I'll never leave this damned place, so I'm making the most out of what I can
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| − | I've sold the little I have for 6 coin. I can only pray this is enough.
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| − | I talk to who I can, talk to keep my sanity in this neverending hell
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| − | I walk around in search of work
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| − | this horrifying elf woman suddenly appears, he skin gray and lifeless, her eyes a piercing blue
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| − | she was NOT a citizen, i could tell
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| − | she just wasn't
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| − | her voice is like a knife, disguised with a friendly tone
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| − | "Here, take this. It's from a friend."
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| − | she hands me a crumpled note and vanishes much as she appeared
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| − | mysteriously
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| − | nervously, I unfold the note and read
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| − | "I can offer you greater rewards and less time in prison. Come to the garden of Daraloth in the Imperial City's Waterfront District at midnight. Present this note and all shall be made clear. - The Gray Fox"
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| − | ...what the fuck
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| − | I look up, as if expecting the elf woman to be there with an explanation
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| − | she isn't
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| − | fuck my life
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