I burst in, panting. My face is pallid and beet red in equal measure. Sweat drips from the tip of my nose while I steady myself against the wall. A cut in my leg spills hot wet blood. Iām trying to say something but you canāt make it out through my heaving, you ask me to speak up. I center everything I have to yell it but youāre leaning over me so I just shout in your ear. I say sorry so sorry oh my god and youāre like what did you want and Iām like āNo Manās Skyrim! Yeah No Manās Skyrim I just thought of it. Is that⦠is that anything?ā
get out this is brilliant

















