For the people who have read this and are hoping for an update, i apologize for not coming out with one. most of you have probably assumed that this is a dead fic. this is me sort of confirming that. i had actually written out the basic framework for the next few chapters for this but my old laptop where i kept all of it died before i could back up my files. once i got a new laptop, my interest in this story had been reduced significantly. i tried to keep writing this but a not insignificant amount of real life stuff was in the way. my suicide attempt being one of them. i still want to continue writing this but i find it difficult to come up with something satisfactory. i'll be writing other things though, as it helps... soothe my soul, if you will.
if you wish, you can adopt this story and finish it on your own terms. i initially planned to make bjorn avoid human contact whenever possible in order to reduce the amount of weirdness that's going on. so the gamer just spawns a whole bunch of people around him including multiple copies of ulfric and chickens. eventually, he'll begin to assume that the chickens are the masters of the universe since anytime you injure them, every last being in sight is going to try and kill him. and then i begin putting in the "exploding chickens" and "macho chickens" mods for more hilarity