Demolition INC. Video and text review

Note - I do intend to put a better video review up soon now that I know it works well :)


Game: Demolition INC.
Platform: PC (Steam)
Grab it here
Publisher: Zero Scale game development

Thanks for watching the review and at least pretending to read the text review. The video was only done in a hurry to see how well the video was going to work once I put it on-line, and future reviews will contain more then the first level of the game. However Demolition INC. did not require more then the first level because that is pretty much all there is to the game, you pretty much just do that over and over. As noted in the video it was a fun game, but the later levels get very frustrating, and needlessly complicated.

This is the demo review for my website, it's short and simple, please fee free to tell me what you think. There are 5 areas I will be rating games on.

Graphics - This is NOT a comparison  to other games, it is based on it's own merits. (most games could be called ugly compared to games like MW3, BF3, and halo reach played in High def, yet remarkable in comparison to games like Final Fantasy I.) So I think the game should be looked at based on how it looks alone. Included in the graphics area are any visual glitches and clipping issues because I don't know where else to put them.

Game play - Is it new, is it exciting? Is if fast and fresh, or slow and stagnant?

Story - I will try to avoid spoilers, and will call spoiler alert before I get into one.

HUD - All games have them, some look better then others.

Unique features - If they exist at all, they will be put to the observation here.

More of the same, yet one of a kind.

Well, my life in skyrim was fun to write at first, but now it just seems tedious, I may bring it back in the future, but Skyrim got boring after I beat it so for now...No more 'My Life in Skyrim' Instead I will be using this site to do reviews and in the near future, video reviews complete with footage. So for now keep your eyes to the sky, and your ears to the ground, and remember, whatever doesn't kill you probably missed. 

Injury over Day six tomorrow.

The title says it all, my injury is healed, and I am working on day 6 now. Clap for me and come back tomorrow.

Day six is coming so is Xmas

I am sorry that it seems like I have forgotten about this blog, but I have not. I am suffering an injury to my left wrist that is making it very hard to write and game. I am truly sorry and I hope that you will tolerate a small amount of time away.

I am also happy to say that Christmas is almost here, despite not being done my Xmas shopping or anything like that I am very happy that it is almost among us. I enjoy seeing my family and friends during this time of year, I also like giving gifts to them even if it can be pricey. So the real question is; are you ready for this time of the year? Also if you don't celebrate Xmas what do you celebrate and what are the traditions for the holiday season?

My life in Skyrim day Five

I know it's a few days late, and I'm sorry, between Earthbound and work I have not had time, but here it is Day Five.

Day Five

The dragon lay dead at my feet, I felt better then I had in ages, all the combat training and all the thrill seeking I had done in my youth was worth it to stand over this defeated dragon. I was going to harvest as much meat and scales off of the beast as I could, but as I moved towards the dragon it seemed to glow with a fiery red glow and  before I could run or scream out in panic the glow overtook my body and it felt as though I was meant to stand atop the world as a man among ants. For ten or twenty seconds I stood there letting the feeling over take me, before I understood what happened; I was stealing the soul of this dragon. I had no idea why I was taking the soul of the beast, but I knew that I was. As I absorbed the soul the dragon seemed to burn up it wasn't just the soul of the dragon but some of it's presence. The scales withered away to nothing, and all of the meat was gone as well. A whole bunch of gold and even an odd looking dagger fell to the ground as the belly of the beast dissolved. I gathered up some of the bones and some of the scales that had fallen to the ground. I was hoping for some of the black ones that I had seen on the back of the beast, but was instead left with some emerald green ones. I took the bounty of the dragon and turned to walk back to Riverwood. 

They must have been standing there in awe, but when I turned around there were three or four people that I remember from Riverwood standing there slack-jawed. I approached them hoping to pass but the owner of the junk shop stopped me.

     "Did you just kill that beast?" His voice was quivering worse then his knees as he asked

     "Yes." I replied trying to act all calm and reserved as if I did it all the time

     "After you killed it, did you take it's soul?" He asked this time taking a half step back from me.

     "Yes, and I took some stuff from the remains of the corpse too." I smirked as he took yet another half step back.

     "Do you do that with people too?" Two of the men who had come with him had placed their hands on the hilts of their swords. 

     "Only kill them, that soul thing is new to me too, and I only kill bad people." My response was cold and dry.

     The two men released their swords as I walked towards the shop keep. "It also had a lot of gold in it, not to mention some stuff that I want to sell. Now lets go back to Riverwood, and have an ale or two and then we can talk business."

It seemed that that was going to be the best solution for the moment as we walked I shared my story of the defeat of the dragon. It seemed that they heard the beast roar and came to see what was making all the noise and when they came into the clearing to see me best the beast. Of course that also meant that they watched me steal it's soul. We hit the tavern and I bought everyone in the place an ale for their day and another round for their evening. It seemed that it was a good gesture as the barkeep offered me a room in the inn for the night. I took him up on his offer but I still had business to attend to with both the shop keep and the local blacksmith. Two more tankards of ale and I got up from my seat, the junk shop owner had already headed back to his business and the blacksmith sounded hard at work banging away on some new creation. I headed to the local smith first, I was hoping he could shed some light on the dagger I had found. I approached him and he gave me a smile as I waited for him to be done hammering away on what seemed to be steel armor. 

     "What can I do for you lad? Honestly didn't think you were going to come back to our little town." He was tired, I understood the sun had nearly set.

     "I was hoping you would be able to tell me the origins of this dagger." I said producing the gold colored dagger I had taken from the beast.

     He looked at it for a moment before nodding. "It's elvish, that much I do know, anything else I have no clue. I work in Iron and steel. It may not be fancy but it's cheep and it lasts."

     "That it does indeed good sir." I laughed with him as he handed me that dagger back. "Think you could make me a scabbard for it?"

He nodded and told me I could pick it up early in the morning tomorrow. I then showed him the dragon bones and scales. He smiled saying that a master smith could make armor with it. I went back to the inn and bought a few more bottles of ale, and some trail rations, I had been to Skyrim on a couple of occasions and knew it never hurt to be prepared. and went to the room that the keep had offered me earlier, I closed the door and laid down.

I don't know how long it was before I heard the door creek open, I kept my eyes closed as I heard feet on the ground, this person was trying their best not to be heard. I called to mind the fire spell glad that it was not dangerous before you cast it, or it would have set the bed ablaze. I Sat up pointing my left hand at the intruder and grabbing the dagger that was on my bedside table with my right. The person was clad in red and black armor, that looked very similar to the armor that the assassins that tried to kill me a few days ago wore. Odly the nordic woman who looked at me was not armed. 

     "I come in peace shadowscale. There is no cause for alarm. I am only here to deliver a letter, then I will make my leave." She was speaking in whispers for some reason.

     "Then deliver your letter and make your leave assassin." I hissed my reply "I was enjoying the dream I was having."

She nodded as she handed me a wax sealed letter, when I looked down to crack the seal she had used a spell to become invisible and she left. I read the letter to myself. 

'Shadowscale, you bested four of my assassins in open combat, as such there is an opening in the ranks of my guild. The night mother would be very happy to have a shadowscale within it's ranks in Skyrim. You will not be required to do anything to accept our invitation, and there is no way to opt out. I should be frank here this is not a request, this is an order. You killed members of my guild, and I need someone to do the missions that they had left to fill. A contact will approach  you and tell you what you are to be doing.'

I crumpled up the letter and threw it into the fireplace laughing as it burnt. It seemed that my life in Skyrim was going to be very interesting. 

Most gamers over the age of 26 will know what this picture is. Today is supposed to be a 'My life in Skyrim' day but I have not been playing much Skyrim but I will be back on track and put up day five tomorrow. The reason I'm behind is Earthbound, sometimes I get sidetracked by life sometimes by illness or my need for sleep or rent, but this time I got sidetracked by one of the best 'pre-KOTR' RPG's ever made. Not everyone who has played Earthbound will share my opinion of the game, but that's fine too, the world is made up of different opinions and I don't really care what anyone else thinks, unless they agree with me.

The one thing I want to clarify about Earthbound is that well it was the best RPG I have ever played you can beat it in the span of a weekend, and the final boss fight is so dissolved from the body of the main story that it feels like you are beating a different game then the one you started playing. As for the playtime being the span of a weekend most SNES games were 3 to 4 hours except for the Final Fantasy games, and the first time you play it you should take time to talk to everyone in each city because the game has such a unique humor that I feel has been lost in the gaming industry as of late. Of course I can be burnt at the stake because I have never bothered to learn a foreign language and play Mother 3 (A japan only release) and I don't trust any 'dubbed' versions.

Earthbound has everything I love in a game, it has a quirky sense of humor, a fair and challenging difficulty curve, a story that you can fall in love with, and characters that are actually worth a shit. With the exception of the aforementioned final boss fight there is really nothing wrong with the game. I don't want people to go out and commit illegal acts to play the game, but if you can find a copy buy it, if you can find a ROM and emulator download them and play it. Perhaps the best game made for the SNES and within the top 5 games ever made. Everything about the game is unique, your 'favorite thing' becomes you PSI power, you 'favorite food' is what your mother serves you before allowing you to heal for the night in your home. It even asks for the name of the player about 3/4 of the way through the game and thanks them for being brave closer to the end. All in all, I recommend Earthbound to everyone, and parents out there, buy your kid a SNES and a copy of the game off of Ebay and let them go nuts.

In short Earthbound is great and give it a play.

What's your earliest gaming memory?

For some of you that may be a fair bit further back then you want to admit, but so long as it was not playing pong and thinking 'wow what great graphics' then I'm sure you will fit right in. Actually even veteran pong players have a place in society, if it wasn't for pong and the good old-loading-ready-run of the C64 days gaming would not be anything of what it is today.

My earliest gaming memory was beating Final Fantasy 1 for the NES all those years ago, I kept getting so mad that I would erase my team and try a new combo of heroes. I don't know what anyone else used, but I had a white mage, a black mage a warrior and a monk. Now in my adulthood I pick up FF1 and play it for about half an hour and think to myself 'never again, not worth it'

So what about you, what's your gaming memory?

My life in Skyrim day four

Day Four

The assassins and four of the hunters lay dead, and I was to blame. The assassins had come for me but they had no idea who I was. That proved that the dark brotherhood were poorly organized and probably a broken home. I would have to fix that sooner or later for better or for worse. There was no reason for me to stay here so after giving some nice words and even helping dig  a shallow grave for one of their fellows I moved on. It took about three hours before i came upon a town, there wasn't much to it, basically just a shop a ruddy looking inn and a blacksmith workshop. The few people I noticed seemed to be friendly enough, one even welcomed me to their city. Riverwood, had a nice ring to it almost too bad that there were no empty houses that I could perhaps buy later.

I approached the blacksmith of the town and asked if there was a fee to use his station, he kindly said that I could use it if I wanted to, so long as I left it in good condition for him later. I knew what I was doing, in the army I smithed my own weapons and armor frequently. The only downside was that I had neither ores or leathers to make anything, and a sword with no scabbard or soft handle was not a sword at all. There was a store just up the street from the blacksmith forge perhaps he would have the required materials. After taking some time to talk to a local child I walked into the small junk shop. On the desk there was a golden claw shaped thing that looked expensive. The shop keep looked at me and asked if there was anything I was looking for. I told him I was looking for iron ingots and leathers both whole and strips. The grand total was 40 gold, I thought that I had made out like a bandit. Until I noticed that the iron had a lot of imperfections in it and the leather was from some kind of sheep or goat.

Back at the blacksmith forge I set to work, the lazy people who buy all of their weapons think they are made in a matter of moments but it could take hours. Sure I could make a crappy shank out of metal in a matter of moments, but a well crafted blade required time and love, like a nice cake. Two hours spent and my new weapon was starting to look more and more like a sword and less and less like scraps. It wouldn't be long before I could right all the worlds wrongs, and wrong all the rights in the world. I was the kind of person who didn't really care who won or lost, but that I was involved in the fight at all. Songs were not written for the winners, but for the brave. Another two hours and my blade was finished, keened and straight. It was the kind of blade one could take to the grave...if they died before they could make a better one. I cheated and bought a suit of iron armor from the smith he seemed surprised that someone like me would wear heavy armor at all. 

I stayed at the inn for about six hours, had a few tankards of ale, some cheese and bread. That left about five and a half hours for sleep. After I woke up I walked out of the inn, flicking the keeper an extra gold for his services. I walked out of the city and headed for the foothills just at the north exit. Another four hours on the road and the foothills had turned into a winding mountain path I was nervous about the footing at some of the turns it almost felt like I was going to fall. As i came around another bend i found myself walking towards a plateau, it extended for about one hundred feet and was nearly double that wide. I thought I had found a perfect place to rest, but then I heard a blood curdling roar, as a dragon came over the south all of the basin-like clearing.

Drawing my new weapon in my right hand and knocking the hilt against the new armor I recalled the knowledge of the fire spell into my left hand. The dragon let out a roar that could have shattered a diamond, i looked it in the eyes and smiled. The dragon took off for the sky as I launched a line of fire at it, it was not even close to hitting it but I wanted it to know i meant business, that I wasn't here to screw around. This dragon was not at all like the one that had picked me up before my execution, it was smoother and had no hooks on it's back or face, if I didn't know better I may have even thought this was a young dragon. It swooped at me breathing a mouthful of fire in my direction, i rolled out of the way and launched my own bolt of fire back this time I hit the monster, but it didn't seem to care all that much. After a second swoop  and yet another line of fire it landed about twenty feet away from me. I knew opportunity when I saw it and I rushed the beast letting out a yell trying to show him that he was not the only one around here with a brilliant set of scream pipes. The beast reared his head and began to let loose a stream of fire, I rushed along under him dragging my sword along his underbelly, that he felt. He rose up into the air as I lashed out with a blast of fire it struck him in the same place that I had hit it with my sword. I thought I was going to get out of this this unscathed but that was not going to be the case. The dragon's tail came down and landed square on my back, throwing me a good ten feet into a snow drift. I was unimpressed to be sure but I knew that the snow drift was a softer place to land then on a rock. The dragon lashed out another line of fire the snow bank was all that protected me this time. Iron armor was good for most things but it's ability to keep cold things cold was not one of them. The snow melted from the blast of fire and I stood up turning to face the beast. I rushed him again, this time I took my sword in both hands and buried it deep into the monsters nose, it would not be a killing blow but a tide turner. I used the sword as leverage as i pulled myself upon him channeling the fire in my mind to my right hand as well as my left. I Took aim and blasted the metal sword with a grand stream of fire. The sword started to glow white hot the dragon screamed in rage as the sword got hotter and hotter. It wasn't long before the dragon threw me off of his back, and it was even less time before he crashed back down to earth. He still wasn't dead but he was in pain. He wasn't going to breath fire at me with that sword in his gate, I had the upper hand now. I walked towards the dragon, this time I was arrogant I knew I was about to win. I channeled the fire in my hand again aiming them right at the dragon's head. That sealed the deal, the dragon thrashed around for a moment before falling limp on the ground.

I thought it was over but then something started to happen...

My life in Skyrim day three

Day Three

Remember how I said it was the perfect place to sleep? Well the word i was trying to stress was in fact the was. Perhaps four or five hours later it stopped being the perfect place to sleep. I thought i could hear voices from just outside the tent, being in the army for so long made me a light sleeper I heard the weapons come out of their scabbards, there was at least four daggers. I hoped for two  people holding two weapons each, but somehow I knew that it was four people stalking the campsite. The campsite had four tents each with three people, even for the most skilled assassins it would require twelve weapon strokes to kill off everyone, more like eleven because I had no intention of dying. It would all come down two process of elimination as to how many of the travelers would die before one came after me. 

I counted the strokes, one two three four, one tent down it was the north tent that fell first, four strikes from professional blades, must have been all in unison and there was no screaming. They were picking the next tent I was in the south tent, that much I knew, one in three chance to be a partial hero to these people. The odds seemed stacked against me, but they picked south. I drew my weapon silently the ties on the flap of the tent were released and customer number one stuck his head in. He was not expecting me to be awake or armed, he managed a short yell before my blade met with his heart. It was a quick death, a warriors death to be assured. Perhaps if things had not gone the way they did we could have been allies, or at least rivals, but today we were enemies, I pushed him out of the tent sending one of his friends sprawling to the ground.

I let out a battlecry both to awaken the others but to try and distract them for as long as I could, tents were not made for standing, let alone fighting in. Three men dressed in black and red armor each with a red hand embroidered on the front. I knew the logo but I could not recall from where. I spent the next few moments of my life parrying all manner of attack even getting some strikes in myself. Spells were flying swords were clanking, but that was all before east and west did the smart thing. They give me a silent non and I hit the floor, the second I did all eight of them fired arrows. They were avid hunters and all of the arrows hit their mark and three assassins fell to the ground with me. I patted them down but all they had were some weapons I didn't want, armor that wouldn't fit and a wax sealed note. It was nothing fancy, just a marked note to assassinate one Drisstan Alavand...wait, that's me!

(Sorry this day is so short, day four will be with it I swear)

My life in Skyrim day two

Day Two

It wasn't restful sleep as I recall, more like the kind of sleep you have when you have a bad cast of the flu, or the plague. It is sleep, but you wake up feeling tired and restless. Anyhow I awoke about six hours later on a pile of straw covered in what felt like a bear pelt. The hut I was in was nothing more then sticks wrapped with vines, and leathers to keep most of the elements out. My bones were no longer broken but my spirit was, I was carted off by the dragon, but not my king, but then again if the tales they told us in the black marsh were true; if you don't see a body then don't count someone as being dead. It was a happy thought as I saw one of the two children from the shoreline poke their head into the hut.


     "Your awake mister, momma and poppa will be happy to know that. My name is Kathaine, my friends call me Kat, your a friend of momma and poppa, so your a friend enough to me." Said the young child with a bounce in her voice that would have made just about anyone happy.


Shortly after the child ran off, I stood up. I don't know what the people in this shanty town did to heal me but I felt better then ever. I had just left the tiny hut when I ran straight into a rather large black and white Khajiit he snarled some sort of greeting to me before he continued on his way. 'Friendly place' I muttered under my breath as I began to look for the leader of this pride.


     "Don't mind him, that's just Bonsmir he hates outsiders. Kind of ironic really, not a single Khajiit can claim that they were born and raised in a city of Skyrim after all. My name is Asselies, my kids call me poppa. I'm the reason your still walking. My healing magic is rusty but it was enough to save ya, and now I would take it as a personal favor if you would leave. We have a small stash of stuff you can have, it's in the back of the wagon, we don't want any more trouble then we already have." The word were spoken with a sense of urgency but at the same time there was an understanding.


Somehow I feel the people of this merchant convoy may have known that I was in the military, but not on the side with the victors. I didn't argue with him, I didn't try to plead to stay, I nodded at him and walked in the direction of the caravan he had pointed out for me. I opened the back and saw two small chests, one was only latched the other was locked. I started with the latched one, it contained a sword made out of iron and rough leather armor that still looked like the wolf that was killed to make it, a tattered book with a hand symbol on it, I knew it as a spellbook, and above all else in the bottom of the chest a lockpick. I took that in hand and made sure that none of the Khajiit were looking as I popped the lock on the second chest.


The second chest was the jackpot in this backwater outpost. A bow of fine craftsmanship, perhaps even elvish in nature. and perhaps 40 arrows of the same working, whit these I felt I would be unstoppable before anyone knew that there would be something to stop. I took time to don the armor and make sure that the sword was fixed tight at my side, a few tries at reading the spellbook and I learned the spill with ease. I could feel the energy of the magic flow through me and set it's self within my left hand. I knew that if a situation called for it I could wield the magic in both hands, but my time in the military taught me that sometimes a sword just worked better. I looked back at the hastily assembled shanties and then paid the helpful Khajiit no more mind as I set my first step on the road.


     "Wait Mister!" I heard the young female child call out from behind me.


I thought for sure that I had just been busted. She ran up behind me carrying a ring, it looked very expensive and like something that a good person would not take from a child. She quickly explained to me that if I was ever truly lost that the onyx gem in the middle would point me in the right direction. I had no idea what she was talking about but I accepted the ring and placed it on my left hand. She padded off happily and I continued on my way. The weather was cold but not so cold that it was uncomfortable. I had no idea where I was, and no idea where I was going to go, but with all the good will in Skyrim I knew that getting back to the remains of the white gold palace was going to be awesome.


I was not on the road for more then four hours before I was approached by someone wearing armor that somehow looked worse then mine. I knew deep down that this person was not a good person, and where the was one barely armored person there was probably at least two with bows sitting just out of view.


     "This is a toll road, at last check the toll is 95 gold." The Argonian bandit barked at me.


     "I don't have 95 gold. I'm guessing that you do however, and if I take it from you I'm sure that one of your buddies sitting up there in that hunters nest would be more then happy if I ave it to them instead." I smiled as I spoke the open threat.


     "Perhaps I can make a deal for a fellow Argonian, Skyrim is tough on us." He smiled, the words coming through gritted teeth.


I took a step past him, but something in my brain snapped. Launching a stream of fire from my left hand at the hunters nest in the tree, I turned around and stabbed the bandit, he recoiled away from me as he drew his dagger, this was going to be a good fight. Two arrows came zipping past my head from a direction that was not the hunters nest I had set ablaze, but I didn't see the location of the shooters yet. The first bandit took a big powerful swing at me, but my stab earlier must have done more damage then I thought, because he stopped short in his swing and fell to one knee. I took the opportunity and stabbed him in the head, he made a quick scream and a spurt of blood, and I took his life. Two more arrows this time one sailed wide on my right, but he second landed squarely in my left shoulder. Sure I got hit, but now I knew the location of the shooters, all I needed was a plan. I grabbed the bandit that I killed by the back of the head and used him as a full body shield as I rushed the archers. Two more arrows into the back of the already dead bandit told me that I was headed in the right direction. I threw the bandit at the first archer and a blast of fire towards the second. I kept the stream of fire going on longer then I had meant to, relishing the smell of burnt flesh and the screams of agony. The first archer was just getting up as the fire stopped coming out of my hand, I must have run out of magicka, what rotten timing. Pulling the bow off of my back and knocking an arrow as I spun on my heel I let loose the arrow and shot the bandit. It was a good shot, hitting him square in the eye, he gurgled for a moment as he fell to the ground.


     "Is that All!" I exclaimed to the wildlife and the burning hunters nest.


I looted the bodies of the bandits taking their arrows and the 456 gold they were carrying. It was quite a fair bit for highway bandits, they must have taken toll from the caravan as they passed. Either way it didn't matter now they were dead and the caravan was well behind me, so this was my gold and there was no way I was going to give them a portion of my dividends. To my left there was a cliff face and to my right some sort of large creature tracks leading into the woods. I decided to stick to the path blissfully unaware of the state of the hunters nest that i had set ablaze. Just as soon as I was under it i heard the creaking of the wood, I looked up just in time to see it start to fall down it was coming straight for me. I wanted to let a scream but it came out deeper then that not from the throat, but from the chest. I felt the build up of energy before I knew what was going on. The deep-throated yell seemed to rip apart the hunters nest in an explosion of fire and wood. I looked around to see if anyone else may have seen that disappointed that I was alone. I continued down the path for what seemed to be hours before I came upon a small grouping of travelers setting up a campsite for 50 gold they let me stay with them for the night.They provided me with food water and even a shared tent, it was the perfect place to sleep.

My life in Skyrim (Editors notes and Day one)

     Editors Note; My name is Devon, and this blog is less of a blog and more of a story. It will follow my Skyrim character, an Argonian male {They look like this} named Drisstan through the world of Skyrim and even other parts of Tamriel {It looks like this}. This story is told in first person from his perspective, as if he is telling it to you.  My story assumes that you have at least a working knowledge of the game Skyrim, or at least Oblivion, but the story will be accessible to most audiences. I don't hold any of the copyrights for Skyrim, the race names, or anything else. This story will not follow the main quest line, but there may still be some spoilers so be warned ♥. This blog is vaguely inspired by "my life in vana'diel" {Which looks like this} except that mine is first person and single player. I am a novice writer so be kind, I'll pick it us as  I go I'm sure. But any comments you have be they praise or critical, but hopefully praise, will more then help. 

Day One

     "Well I guess it's game over now." I mumbled to myself while waiting for the guards to let us off the caravan. 

I used to be a great fighter in the army, capable of using a blade and magic better then some legit battle mages, then I get arrested trying to hop a boarder like a lowly catlike Khajiit {They look like this}. There are some things that just don't work out. My king, the leader of our grand army, where was he now. He always said he would fight and die alongside us, but here I am about to be executed and he is no where to be seen is he? Then I spotted him third from the right, waiting in his own line to face the axe.

     "You, the lizard, What's your name?" Asked the stern, but oddly gentle guard who had opened the caravan door and escorted us off. 

     "Drisstan Alessin" I hissed back at him.

I don't really think he wrote the name down right, son of a bitch probably only put one 's' in there. Not many understand that we Argonians are capable of saying 's' without hissing, and that a hissed 's' is actually two. On second thought he probably didn't really give half a shit about what I had said, If I hadn't been so mad at his ignorance I may have noticed the big black shadow that had engulfed this shithole town. I tried to run but it was already too late, the Dragon had already began to wreak havoc.

People were screaming and running all over the place, some people jumped into the well and others over the town walls, not me though, nope, I stood there like a moron watching. This must have pissed the dragon off. He flew at me and picked me up in his claws and began flying away. I screamed for help but there was nothing to do but get carted off.

     "Catch the prisoner he was to be executed!" I heard the guard captain yell as I was carted off.

I can't remember if I flipped him off or if I passed out after pissing myself. I'm pretty sure that I flipped him off. All I knew is that this dragon was my ticket out of their execution and into his. I used to think that there was nothing worse then fate but that was before I was picked up by a dragon, that is a life changing event or so it would seem. If that wasn't enough to change my mind then what happened next sure would be.

As the dragon passed low over some mountains all I heard was a yell, an ear shattering scream was more like it. It hit the dragon square in the chops and he let me go into the soft falling snow on the top of some godless mountainside. I tumbled for what felt like hours perhaps even days before my broken bruised body came to rest as the side of a river. Being the smart Argonian that I am I remembered that I can breathe underwater and that where the water flows people build towns to make use of the flowing water to power grain mills, and wash their dirty socks in. So I pulled myself into the water and let myself flow downstream after snatching a salmon and eating it, I passed out.

With half a day or so gone I awoke on a shoreline, some of my lesser wounds had begun to heal but a broken bone takes more then spit and moxie to feel better. I pulled myself on land and tried to catch a view of my surroundings. About twenty feet ahead of me I heard some children talking, from the sound of their voice and the size of their lisp they were Khajiit.

     "He's right around this corner I was poking him with a stick all morning, I think he's dead." Said a child with a rough deep voice.

     "That's gross, you should tell mom Brenndak." Said a sweet sounding young girl.

     "NO WAY! Kathaine, he's my dead person and I'll poke him all I want." Replied Brenndak

     "If you won't then I will!" Screamed Kathaine before she padded away.

The boy crossed the clearing and was very surprised to see me being not dead. I thought he was going to scream and run off but he cautiously edged his way towards me. Holding his stick as if it were a sword or an axe.

     "Don't worry kid, I ain't going to hurt you. I'm broken and sore." I said trying to sound as old and feeble as I could.

      The child thought for a moment before retorting with "Sorry for poking you mister, I'll get some of the town people to get the stretcher, mum and papa are healers."

I nodded before sitting down again, either I sat down or that was my overly long 'being poked reflex' but I passed out again, I wouldn't wake again up for another six hours or so.