Tamriel Monologue

When I get home after another boring day at school, after I plug my ipod, my phone, and my chromebook, I have nothing to do. I’m hopelessly bored. Despite the fact that I have mouth-watering, delicious food at my disposal, or I have the sweet, warm caress of my bed to nap in, I am bored. I’m gloriously free, but I’m bored. But I choose to do something else. I choose to grasp the cold unfeeling plastic of the controller, smooth beneath my hands. This something offers escape. Something amazing, an alternate life. A new start. A vacation, if you will. I could find my way into the far reaches of Tamriel, and into the province of Skyrim. It’s heavily forested areas, the scent of cold wind blowing in the air, relax me. Breathtaking forests and unforgiving tundras lay ahead of me. As does the beast, Alduin the World Eater. But I am the dragonborn, my soul is not human. It blazes and burns with that of a dragon instead. I can shout my enemies to pieces, if I wish. My thundering voice will rip across the land, all over the
Mankind has fallen into the deep reaches of the earth, underground in huge bunkers known as vaults. They did this to survive the war. The nuclear fallout. You’re born in the vaults, and you die in the vaults. But I am different. I shoot awake, my senses drowsy and blurred as I find my own father has left the vault. And I must go after him. Into the Wasteland. I find that they call it this for a reason. No grass, or trees, or anything survived the nukes. Only gravelly, unforgiving, upturned earth welcomes me. But I have to fight on, find my father. I arm myself with a gun, a tire iron, anything I can use. But I soon find there are others out there. Other humans who live on the Wastes. And there are monsters. Mutated animals hostile to anything that comes along. And as I set out to survive, the warm sun on my back, and the stench of decay and death behind me. Because after all, they did warn me in the beginning. “War never