My F9-pressing finger has no fingerprint left. It's a complete throwback to when Tamriel was called Arena if you remember that, Day Z with a target on my back if you're more into modern games, and a maelstrom of sadistic entropy if you like fancy words. If I stick to the road, there are often guards or travellers-but that can't be expected, only made use of. Everywhere I go, there are monsters-and if there aren't, they spawn out of nowhere. Getting to Whiterun to tell the world that dragons want to eat a sizeable chunk of it proves an absolute nightmare.
