We meet again, dear readers! It is I, ZergLoverK, here to attempt to entertain you once more. I have put my Star Craft fan fiction on hold for the time being due to personal issues, and I am proud to introduce my new brainchild!
SKYRIM: THE REAL SCROLLS
12:00 AM US Eastern Standard Time
*Yawn* "What time is it?" Davis says. Davis Kinden is a 16 year old Skyrim fan, who is a huge player of it and has logged many hours on it. "Davis, its lunchtime! Get your butt down here!" Mom says. "Ok ok… just one minute… gotta kill this dragon…" "DAVIS… NOW. IT IS STORMING AND I DON'T WANT YOU ON THAT COMPUTER!" Mom says. "One minute!" Davis replies. Outside, a light post struck by lightning falls on a power line, causing Davis's computer to surge. "AGH!" Davis says. There is a blinding flash as he feels like his stomach is trying to flip him off. He awakes in a strange world, with ragged clothes and his hands bound. "Huh… what… Where am I?" He hears a familiar voice say "You're in an Imperial executioners cart, that's where." Davis could have sworn he remembered that voice… he looks up to see none other than Ulfric Stormcloak himself. "Ulfric! What the hell…" Davis finally realizes that the power surge knocked him into the world of Skyrim. Davis thinks… "Then if I'm here, with him… That means IM the Dragonborn! And I know all the questlines! This is AWESOME! I'll be able to Fus Ro Dah people and and and…" "Excuse me? I asked you a question." Ulfric says. "Huh? What?" Davis replies. "What is your name? Davis searches his mind for the right name. "Ummm… Uhhh…" Davis thinks. "Never mind, it doesn't matter now. We're dead anyway." As Davis is led up to the prisoner check-in gate, he thinks of the perfect name. Then a voice calls out. "Prisoner! What is your name?" Davis replies quickly, "My name is Vernator, and I am a Dunmer." The guard looks quizzically. "I know that… I can identify races… He's not on the list…" "No matter! He'll die too." As Davis is led to the block, he prays to all the gods he knows that his head won't end in a barrel.
Well! This is short for the first, but vets of TES5 know what will happen. I will try to twist the story for entertainment.
Much hope,
ZergLoverK