My first impression of Skyrim blew me away.

I came down from the hills early in the morning into a sleepy little village. Feeling peckish, I struck a nearby chicken to harvest it for meat, and was immediately made an enemy by the village. Without any weapons I ran towards a small bridge, but got surrounded on both sides. I jumped into the river and let the tide carry me all the way down away from the angry mob down onto a snowy plain where a blizzard was taking shape. I wandered through the blinding snow heading for the tree line, whereupon a met a frost troll herding goats. To my relief he ignored me, but as my hunger took hold of me, I decided to try to take a goat for myself. For the next 6 hours he stalked me across the landscape. I ran through woodland and mountain and lake to escape him and still he came in relentless pursuit. I ran upstream away from his lumbering stride, swam through parts unknown until I came to a town, where to my relief, there was an armed guard. I tried to beg him for hell, but he recognised me from somewhere and took to arms. The troll stalked still from the otherside. Trapped between certain death, I jumped into the river once more, and to my everlasting relief I saw a fleet of guards attacking the troll. He made mincemeat of them, and then turned to me and smiled.

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