Tweets From 65 Year-Old Skyrim Mom
You can peruse the tweets for yourself, but here are my favorites.
On medieval terminology:
These guys were yelling at me ‘get to the Keep, get to the Keep!’ I didn’t know the symbols yet and I felt so stupid. Who is skilled enough to know castle language?
On the chaos of battle:
It was all dark and everyone was hiding behind boulders, and I didn’t want to die again, so I just kept shooting and shooting and shooting.
And then I heard the funniest thing: ‘Well what the hell are you shootin’ at me for, you’re supposed to be killin’ them! Quit shootin’ me!’
I laughed so hard. I was just killing everyone.
On the simpler things:
I like the way I can walk around and pick up thistles. All I’m doing is picking locks and thistles.
I was in a house and there was all this stuff, and it kept saying ‘take it, steal it, steal it.’ Am I supposed to be stealing things?
I took on some woman in a house. I stole all her food and she pulled a knife on me and I killed her. Is stealing part of the goal?
[Later] I died so I went back to the same house and did it again as a nice person.
On the simpler things, part two:
I can cook? Where do I cook? In some guy’s house?
On flower power:
I keep collecting lavender. I thought, ‘Well, lavender has a very calming effect, maybe I can use the lavender on somebody.’
But by the time I equipped the lavender I’d be dead on the ground, so.
On meeting strangers:
I generally wait and make everything daylight because it’s safer. I don’t know who these guys are.
Keep it up, Skyrim Mom.