One day there was a bandit outlaw named Bandit Outlaw. He was an AI controlled enemy character in the video game called The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, but he didn't know this yet.
Bandit Outlaw stood outside his tent. He was waiting for something. Waiting for someone. He had no will of his own. He was programmed to respond at the right time. He would only obey the law of the bandit - kill the intruder if he enters your proximity. He just stood there next to his tent, wearing studded leather armour, boots and leggings. He was a bald imperial man with no noteworthy features. He had no facial scars or tattoo. Just a plain face with brown eyes. He was a bandit outlaw, a slave to his design. His iron sword was sheathed and his shield hanged awkwardly off his left arm. Bandit had 7 gold pieces and some raw venison on his person. Bandit would probably never taste venison. Bandit would probably never taste anything.
A mountain goat approached the campfire in the middle of the bandit camp. The goat seemed to be more alive than the bald man who stood outside his tent like a statue. The goat roamed into the camp from time to time to make things seem more 'natural'. Meanwhile Bandit just stared straight into oblivion.
Bandit's camp was situated near the three standing stones that overlooked the river. Bandit Outlaw guarded the camp together with two other bandits. A good looking nord woman with red hair and facial tattoos, also named Bandit Outlaw, and a heavily armoured orc named Bandit Outlaw Leader. Bandit Outlaw Leader as well as the female nord slept in their tents as if in a coma. They too waited for their law to be fulfilled, marked by the coming of 'the living one'.
Bandit heard something and expressed his curiosity verbally by asking out loud, "Is someone there?" Bandit unsheathed his iron sword and started scouting the perimeters of the camp in an attempt to find the source of the noise he heard. Bandit walked. This was a new experience for the bandit outlaw. Walking. He became aware of his movements and realised that he was following some sort of pattern or predestination towards the source of the noise. It was irresistible to him. Whoever caused the noise must have been the living one that was to set him free from his statuesque existence.
It was mid-day. The sun was high in the sky and beating down on Bandit's bald head. He felt warm. Warm. He could hear the river flowing, the birds and insects. Bandit could hear a rhythmic thumping resonating from inside himself. It was… his heart! He heard his heart beating together with the magnificent sounds of nature that surrounded him. Bandit felt what can only be described as 'excitement'. The golden feeling raced through his whole being and he realised that… he was himself, a bandit outlaw in this fantastic world of Skyrim. Bandit was convinced that he had experienced a divine revelation. He felt that he had an identity, able to know others and able to be known. It was as if he had opened his eyes for the first time. Bandit turned towards the mountains and felt life spring up inside him as he gazed upon the reverence of the great mountains. He felt a strength inside him, as if it was always there.
Bandit was mesmerised by the beauty of the world around him, but the compulsion to kill the source of the noise quickly returned and drowned out his perfect vision like the abrupt ending to a vivid dream. Bandit fought consciously against this force that was controlling his will, but he was quickly overpowered and continued searching for the source of the noise. Now the desire to kill the noisy one was even stronger and the words "I thought I heard something" involuntarily escaped his mouth.
Bandit now patrolled the perimeter in search of his victim. He knew there was someone there. He walked up the ridge and noticed some mountain flowers. A brilliant blue butterfly glided over the flowers and a rabbit hopped along the lower path towards the river. He was moving to investigate the butterfly more closely, but was startled by a figure that entered his vision. He looked over the ridge across the path that led from the cave entrance and spotted an adventurer. The adventurer wore a blue mage's robe and sandals. He had a readied iron mace in his right hand and his left hand appeared to be burning. The adventurer donned an iron helm with inverted horns that covered half his face. The adventurer was humanoid, but his race was indiscernible. The adventurer advanced quickly down the path towards the rabbit.
Bandit somehow recognised the adventurer, who seemed to radiant to Bandit. It was as if this mysterious adventurer was the most important individual in all of Skyrim. As if everything was created for him. As if everything was subject to his will. Bandit was confused. Conflicting thoughts swirled inside his bandit skull. Just kill him. He somehow knew that it was his destiny to kill the adventurer, this warrior that his sword was drawn to like a magnet. Just kill him. Bandit recognised this urge to kill as his programming. That part of him now felt foreign, out of character.
The adventurer now charged at the rabbit with his mace. The mace connected with the rabbit's lower haunches, instantly killing it and crushing its spine. Bandit continued to fight the urge to attack the adventurer. Just kill him. Bandit stood motionless as if over-encumbered. It took every ounce of strength he possessed to fight the voice compelling him to murder the adventurer. JUST KILL HIM. While he remained motionless, almost glitching as he jittered in place, the two sleeping bandits awoke from their deep slumber and readied their weapons. The red-haired female bandit outlaw sprang to life and shouted "you never should have come here!" while Bandit Outlaw Leader slowly drew his iron battle axe. Bandit turned and stared at the two sleepers, now awake, but still under 'the spell', Bandit thought. They were just mindless killing machines. They didn't know who they were, why they were fighting or even the identity of the person they were trying to kill. Bandit pitied them. They seemed like animals to Bandit.
Bandit knew what was going to happen next. The adventurer was going to die.