The cart jolted. Ralof’s head snapped toward the camera, his eyes now two perfect, bottomless voids. The horse thief opened his mouth, and instead of his usual panicked muttering, a deep, harmonized voice boomed from Joren’s speakers—a voice made of a thousand corrupted audio files stitched together.
the voice commanded. “YOUR SAVE DATA… OR YOUR SESSION HISTORY.” Skyrim Stuck On Creating Quick Account
Joren’s hands left the keyboard. “What the hell…” The cart jolted
The horse thief’s void-eyes locked onto Joren through the screen. The cart finally began to move—but backward. Helgen receded. The world de-rendered, leaving only a grey void and the spinning knot. his eyes now two perfect
He was about to force-quit when the screen flickered.