Wait... I know you

Wait... I know you

*shot mega flame +9999 fire damage arror in to knee*
*SHOUT*
Ride dragon out of city

I hate niggers

You're making a mistake...

>Turn 360 degrees and walk away without saying a word
>Go to the local blacksmith and buy every ore and bar they have
>Wait in the same spot for a literal week
>Buy every ore and bar they have again
>Smith 300 daggers and sell each and every one to the blacksmith
>Walk back over to the anvil and smith a sword made out of demon hearts
>Leave and save the world in the span of an hour
>Come back on a dragon
>Be still seen as a criminal

if you turned 360 degrees you would be facing the same direction you started from

>He doesn't know how to moonwalk.

They patched the daggers trick in 1.9

>he

You'll make a fine rug, cat!

I'd rather die than go to prison!

Or you could just pay the fine and spend 0.01% what you spent on all that ore to

Nice try, imperial.

Why turn in a complete circle? Why not just 180 degrees? You moonwalking away or something??

Never should have come here...!!

Lol. I took his sweet role!

Yes

i-i cannot best you!

[spoiler]can't wait to count out your coin![/spoiler]

You'll be so much easier to rob when you're dead!

who you callin a milkdrinker?

Did somebody steal your sweetroll?

Lemme guess, somebody stole your sweetroll.
>fuck off if you won’t get it right

...

>Be guard outside of whiterun
>Nothing odd outside of the bandit camp like 40 yards to the left
>See dragonborn walking up to the gate
>But before he can even cross the dirt path he is attacked by a sabercat that came out of literally nowwhere
>None of us help him
>After the dragonborn finally kills the sabercat he eats four entire cheese wheels eight apples and a pie.
>Like three steps after eating all that shit he's attacked by a highway robbery man
>None of us help him
>He shouts and hits the pinkie toe of the guard next to me
>Nowyoufuckedup.letter
>We all kill the dragonborn then go back to doing nothing

...

Did you see those warriors from Hammerfell? They had curved swords. Curved. Swords.

As is tradition.

>Be bandit
>Get up to look at a wall for no reason
>Walk back to sit down in front of camp fire
>Fellow bandit i was sitting with is on the floor with an arrow in his face
>Bend over and rub his dead body
>Sit down and pull half a loaf of bread out of my pocket and take a single bite
>Suddenly there's an arrow in my neck
>Get up and ask if there's anyone there
>No response and i don't see anyone
>Sit back down with arrow still in my neck
>Must have been the wind or some shit.
>Die horribly from another arrow in my head
>Still no one there so it must have been my imagination.