By the nine, it's been five long years since I've come here so I think I'm perfectly entitled to cry one tear and now I want beer And I need a mead and thanks to this bucket we don't have to buy one here I've just baked up a fresh batch of sweetrolls, would you like one dear? I should head back to my Hearthfire before the Dawnguard start lecturing but my belly's full and inventory's empty so we'd better get adventuring Pick up a weapon then pick a direction then pick a dungeon that we're entering no fast travel, just treasuring every texture that's rendering Quest: Reliving our memories and carving out some new ones With newer and shinier hardware you can do whatever you want Is it just me or have mods made this world change in odd ways My frosty droplets of snot are thawed under the God rays they drip in the mountain water, glistening trickling sounds are sort of twinkling Rippling out I'm sure if you're listening your hair's on end and your pores are tingling My legacy, odyssey, elegy, prophecy's better than ever You're probably getting euphoric and wobbly In bed in pyjamas but it feels like ebony armor It's Godly I am the Dragonborn and thus I'm dragging you back to my birthplace I've got unfinished business, I never did the main quest in the first place So many side missions, civil wars, guilds and factions How can I ever 100% a game that filled with distractions refractions and reflections weapon sets and plant collections never ending Harry... uh, Harry. Pants. Erection.