You see, this was before the great betrayals of 2017, 2018, and 2019 and events that transpired in the hellish, fever-dream wilderness of West Virginia. Yet beneath it all were the bones of something good, and a legacy of greatness and love. No wonder everyone was obsessed with death. This land of warriors had been forsaken by the Divines and cursed by the Daedra with saggy, crusty, misshapen women as well as men who, for all their redoubtable strength, had no genitals and therefore no means with which to have sex. Long ago, in the murky mists of a fallen age, in the incomprehensibly distant year of 2011, the terrible travails of the imperial province of Skyrim became known to the world. If you just reinstalled a clean Skyrim, go read that to make sure you have all the tools you're going to need. This post is the follow-up to all the prep work you ought to do in my journal, Skyrim or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Enjoy CTDs.
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