Dear Skyrim,

I was exploring your beautiful mountain range when I got trololololed by two dragons and a frost troll

I was fine, but I found the whole experience overall inconvenient, as I was almost over encumbered before I left the Dungeon, and 150 pounds of dragon crap is hard to make space for
please give me more carrying capacity, as 500 is not enough as of now

Sincerely,
Bal-Shik: Argonian Assassin

Kopikatsu:

Shotgun Guy:
P.S. Why is it that I can kill these supposedly nigh invincible dragons without breaking a sweat but a bandit leader with a two handed axe has completely handed my arse to me? Maybe he should be your champion.

Because you can absorb their souls. If the Dragon's soul isn't absorbed when it is killed, then it'll just revive itself. Dovahkiin isn't the only one who can kill Dragons...but s/he's the only one who can make them stay dead.

Huh I didn't know dragons could be revived like that, interesting. Still I guess my point was some random enemy with a shitty weapon and shitty armor managed to completely destroy me and yet I have no problem taking on full grown dragons which, in my opinion, should probably be one of the toughest enemies you face, I mean it's a friggin dragon!

Dear Guards of Markarth and various city officials in Markarth,

I apologize for following a trail of corruption that implicates you in dirty dealings. I well and truly am. As a Listener of the Dark Brotherhood and Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild, I figured that I would attempt to help the fine city of Markarth and its citizens, from whom I've nicked countless valuables, as repentance for said nicking.

In return for helping expose the imminent corruption plaguing the streets, I found myself with blades held at my throat, in a church of all places, with a murdered fellow lying face-down on the altar. I'll admit, I thought it was a misunderstanding, until the guardsmen around me began threatening me. After having helped clean up the fine city of Markarth, I figured I'd be rewarded as a hero rather than being arrested.

Send my condolences to the families and friends of 90% of your city garrison.

Sincerely,
Endon, Listener and Guildmaster of the Skyrim branches of the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild, Respectively

PS: You should have trained your guards to accept my yield or to take my bribes.

Dear Skyrim,

I am your finest warrior, I have slew countless dragons, reinvigorated our independence, chartered many mysterious dwarven ruins, I have smithed mighty arms and sold them to you to bolster our economy, I have defeated horrible monstered and undead dragon priests so they may never harm our populace, those who would terrorize our lands have had their throats slit by my daggers, their hearts pierced with poisened arrows or skulls cracked with my mace and shield. As I write this letter from the shadows of an Imperial ship called "The Katariah" and seal the fate of our mighty country, I ask you but one favour.

Please stop asking me to enchant your weaponry, I know your sword couldn't cut a sweetroll, that it's as blunt as a butter knife, but I am a mere novice of enchanting and I have more important stuff to do liek save the world, it's not my problem you can't use a grindstone.

Best Wishes,

Arch-Mage Einar Thorim, Listener, Leader of The Companion, 2nd in command of the Stormcloak Army, Master of the Thieves Guild, Dovahkiin.

Furioso:

-Ezio-:

Dear Corpses of Skyrim

You are dead and there is no way my arrows are embedded that deeply within your face that i should be unable to retrieve them. in short: release my arrows, they are quite expensive.

Sincerely,
Risa

P.S: please stay dead, i dont want to lose anymore arrows through those oblivion gates you call eye sockets.

I'm pretty sure that has to do with the chance that the arrow head could break on contact with bones or skull, rendering it useless

and yet i can shoot the same arrow into a wooden pole over and over and it'll be fine. D8

To the various adventurers of Skyrim.

I would ask that, when you hire a mage to assist you in your ventures that you recognize that you are in fact not immune to the explosive effects that you hired the aforementioned individual for, and should thus keep away from any individual said mage is pointing at.

-Sincerely
Archmage Ivan Dovah

Dear Skyrim,

My heart is heavy with woe. On this recent fine eve, I was taking a pleasant stroll on the mountains near Riverwood. Whilst I was out there, I spotted an interesting cow resting in a garden. I quietly began to sneak, and withdrew my bow. That level 60 sneak with 6 perks in it seems to pay off well. As I knocked the arrow, nobody noticed me. The problem is, the second that arrow flew and hit the cow, I was caught. Yet, I can sneak in broad daylight in the middle of town, shooting innocent people in the necks...And not get caught. Why are these animals so darn irritating?

-An annoyed Dunmer. (Dunmer = Dumber?)

-Ezio-:

Furioso:

-Ezio-:

Dear Corpses of Skyrim

You are dead and there is no way my arrows are embedded that deeply within your face that i should be unable to retrieve them. in short: release my arrows, they are quite expensive.

Sincerely,
Risa

P.S: please stay dead, i dont want to lose anymore arrows through those oblivion gates you call eye sockets.

I'm pretty sure that has to do with the chance that the arrow head could break on contact with bones or skull, rendering it useless

and yet i can shoot the same arrow into a wooden pole over and over and it'll be fine. D8

Wood is softer than bone :3

But I get your point, but without it anyone could get by on a single arrow, and that would be kind of ridiculous

Dear Skyrim

The children of your country appear to have very appalling manners and tendency's towards racism (Being a High Elf i am quite offended). Their continuous annoyance to my presence is driving me ever more closer to going on a killing frenzy, please give them the appropriate punishment.

Best Regards

An Anonymous High Elf Companion

PS: If you happen to hear about a werewolf devouring a racist boy in Riverwood... <.< >.> I didn't do it!

Blondi3:

Alphakirby:
Dear Skyrim,
I had to choose between you and Saints Row The Third, I chose Saints Row The Third.
I could not care any less about you, maybe it's the ridiculous amounts of hype you have gotten and still do despite being out for over a week now. I never cared about you and I probably never will, as long as people keep preaching you as some gift from the gods, I will not care about you due to the astronomically high expectations everyone sets up, knowing damn well it will never reach those expectations.

Sincerely,
Tristen

Dear Tristen,
Angst ridden posts based on nothing to express nothing will obviously accomplish nothing.

Sincerely,
Captain Obvious

In continuation of Captain Obvious,

It should also be taken into account that a game that people love so much that it gets LOTS of hype probably shouldn't be ignored, even if it can't meet ridiculous expectations, it still means it's most likely REALLY good, avoiding a really good game simply to prove a point that you dislike hype is extremely stupid.

Sincerely,
Every other person that thought Skyrim was overhyped but was smart enough to realize that doesn't make it worth passing up.

Furioso:

-Ezio-:

Furioso:

I'm pretty sure that has to do with the chance that the arrow head could break on contact with bones or skull, rendering it useless

and yet i can shoot the same arrow into a wooden pole over and over and it'll be fine. D8

Wood is softer than bone :3

But I get your point, but without it anyone could get by on a single arrow, and that would be kind of ridiculous

no what's ridiculous is the price of ebony arrows. thank Azura my wife has a job so i can pay for them all. actually that gives me an Idea.

Dear Elrindir,

As I'm sure you're aware i've been a frequent customer of yours since my move to Whiterun and have previded you with a great deal of Gold. i am hoping that your gratitude may earn me a discount on future arrow purchases. since many of these arrows are used in the defence of you and our fine city i believe it to be more that worth while. Remember; no arrows mean no dead dragons.

i'm sure we can come to some arangement.

Sincerely,
Risa

Shotgun Guy:

Blondi3:

Alphakirby:
Dear Skyrim,
I had to choose between you and Saints Row The Third, I chose Saints Row The Third.
I could not care any less about you, maybe it's the ridiculous amounts of hype you have gotten and still do despite being out for over a week now. I never cared about you and I probably never will, as long as people keep preaching you as some gift from the gods, I will not care about you due to the astronomically high expectations everyone sets up, knowing damn well it will never reach those expectations.

Sincerely,
Tristen

Dear Tristen,
Angst ridden posts based on nothing to express nothing will obviously accomplish nothing.

Sincerely,
Captain Obvious

In continuation of Captain Obvious,

It should also be taken into account that a game that people love so much that it gets LOTS of hype probably shouldn't be ignored, even if it can't meet ridiculous expectations, it still means it's most likely REALLY good, avoiding a really good game simply to prove a point that you dislike hype is extremely stupid.

Sincerely,
Every other person that thought Skyrim was overhyped but was smart enough to realize that doesn't make it worth passing up.

I honestly didn't know it was hyped other than the non-stop Escapist commercials for it. I was taking my last bet with Bethesda. The game looked decent in presentation so I took the risk and it paid off. Just my type of explore endlessly without aim game. Immersion is what I want from a single player game. It's not perfect, but it's better than almost everything else.

Dear Skyrim,

After spending some time in your delightful and rustically quaint cities and towns and roaming your fair hills and streams, I have one suggestion for your tourist boards. Mapmaking! It's a valuable skill. Meteorology not as much. When fair visitors to your august land pull out a map they wish useful information, such as where the roads are. Looking at a map for the current state of the weather really is not what they are typically going for. And while we are on that subject... Is showing visitors the weather ahead of time something that you really want to do? I mean truthfully we do not need the "magic weather maps" to accurately predict your weather at any given time. It's LOUSY! COLD, WET and SNOWING! That's pretty much all you've got. Advertising this fact does not increase the tourist trade.

A helpful tourist

PS The rest of the world has this newfangled invention called "fire". Please consider using it on your dead. You will thank me.

Dear Skyrim,

Please give the Dark Brotherhood their balls back. Seriously I exterminated the lot of them in less time than it takes to kill a bandit leader.

With regards,

Ivar Wargun.

-Ezio-:

Dear Whoever has Kidnaped my Dog

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my dog go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Vengefully,
Risa

Anyone who quotes Liam Neeson is a champ in my book.

Dear Skyrim

Why is there no recipes to smith a blade out of Dragon bones? Dragon bones, scales, and other body parts are in an abundant supply. Or even use the Dragon bone as a large blunt two handed object, I'm sure a rib would be suffice to turn any bandit's face to a smear on a dungeon wall. But yet I can only smith armor with these mythical creatures remains.

Signed- Warwick: Alchemist, Two Handed Enthusiast, And Dragon Bone Artist.

Dear Skyrim
Please allow your merchants more gold, give me a power to revive my companion, and please make your fine country just a bit larger.

sincerely, a lonely dragonborn missing Lydia

Dear Skyrim,

I love that you have such beautiful landscapes and wandering roads... but it seems that all the "patrols" that both the Empire and Stormcloaks keep sending out are never on them, and hence, travel is difficult with all the Sabre Cats, trolls, bandits, and even slaughterfish blocking all modes of travel. I understand that times are hard, with the war going on, and prices have been hiked in lieu of this, but I truly wish that you could possibly help with these and other problems. I may only be but a humble Dunmer trying to make my way in the world, but I am the one everyone keeps talking about needing protection to battle the dragons coming back to life.

Sincerly, Jaem Telvanni, one of the multiverse's Dovahkiin's

Kiju:
Dear Skyrim,

Why are you a racist bastard?

Yours truly,
The other half of the world

I would advise you to look at the rest of Temriel.

-The High Queen

PS:...Filthy lizard...

Furioso:
Dear Jarl of Winterhold,

There is a Dark Elf woman in your town who is apparently constantly verbally abused by your townspeople for her race. Shockingly enough, upon entering the town her life was threatened. Being the good Argonian that I am, I stopped to cheer her up, at which point we had a discussion about how racism is bad. It was then that I got the idea to write this letter in an effort to stop racism in your fine city, but then she turned right around and called me a "damn lizard" so now I ask that you enforce a stricter anti Dark Elf policy and throw this woman in jail for hypocrisy.

P.S. Have your best mages come up with a way to remove the ice spikes and arrows from a living body, seriously, I have had these ice spikes (which will not melt) and arrows in my chest for days now, I think I may get an infection soon.
Signed,
Talon

You'll be delighted to know that my first official act as ruler of Skyrim will be a systematic murder of every Elf in Skyrim, not unlike your world's Holocaust. I hope I can count on your vote, before I take away voting privileges(and all other privileges) of all non-Nords.

-Ulfric, the true High King

Dear Skyrim,

Why does my Chain Lightning like to attack not only my enemies, but my allies? I have had to break the fabric of time on many an occasion to remedy the fact my lightning decided to jump to a wounded companion and kill them. Please, get smarter lightning.

With love,
A Nord that smells like a wet dog

P.S. I really enjoy sending dragon bones sailing through the sky with an Ice Spike, and using my mace to send bandits off a mountain. Never change...aside from the lightning issue.

ShaggyEdiddy214:

Dear Ulfric,
Why the fuck can't I kill you?

Spike the ARGONIAN

Because you are one of the lesser races, and I am the true High King of Skyrim. Don't worry, me and my Stormcloaks will end your miserable, non-Nord life soon enough.

-Ulfric

Dear Skyrim,

You really need to do something about all of the giant spiders running around. I only went into a basement of a farm house to find a complex cavern of rats and giant spiders! Seriously, it's disgusting :(

love, ... you know

P.S. horses are nice, but you need more ponies!

Dear Skyrim,
You made my father in real life enjoy video games.
But now I can't play you!!!!
FUUUUUUU-

Sincerely,
An annoyed son who bought the game but the father says "That's too bad" grrr fuuuuu

Dear Skyrim,

While leaving Cyrodiil to visit my sister in Skyrim and attend the Mage's College, I was thrown into a prisoner transport and scheduled to be beheaded. I have since been stuck in Skyrim since my passport was burned on site at Helgen.

Also, on my way to the nearest Hold, I fell and was stuck between a rock and a tree. I had to forget what happened and start back at Helgen's gate.

Your country is fun and lively, but very, very cold, and I only have 5 more days before my ship leaves for Summerset Isle from the Waterfront.

Love,
Me

Dear Skyrim,

I enjoy your country very much, and feel that I should tell you that that's not all snow covering your mountains. I just get very excited when I see dragons.

Signed,
A Very Grateful Dunmer

TheDarkEricDraven:

You'll be delighted to know that my first official act as ruler of Skyrim will be a systematic murder of every Elf in Skyrim, not unlike your world's Holocaust. I hope I can count on your vote, before I take away voting privileges(and all other privileges) of all non-Nords.

-Ulfric, the true High King

Long live High King Ulfric the Wise!

Dear Skyrim,

All I ever wanted was some pants.

Sincerely,
A depressed pantless Dunmer

Not so serious one:

Dear Skyrim,

For the love of the Eight Divines, please stop sending dragons to attack me every time I set foot in Winterhold. All I ask is to have them attack me in some different locale... you know, for a change in scenery.

Love,
Anole

(P.S. If you happen to run into him, please ask The Butcher to kill that woman in Windhelm at his earliest convenience so I can finally buy Hjerim.)

Dear Skyrim,

The imperial protectors need to build more and better roads. Some are just terrible. Also some aqueducts would be nice.
Also there need to be more jokes in game along the lines of, "what has the empire ever done for us?"

Sincerely,
The sore-footed bandit.

Krantos:

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Who cares if you are the Dovahkiin who slaughters everything that comes near you, and who cares if you "help" people. I'm a Nord. That makes me better. Honestly, I don't know why you are so surprised. I believe I know which Dunmer women you are refering to, I attended the Rape Party personally. Now, please go back to Morrowind and be an Argonian's supper. I have Snow Elves to genocide, Queens to widow, towns to sack, the like. I don't have time to answer every complaining Negro Elf who thinks he can make a difference just because he is a hero to the land and can shape reality by talking loudly.

-Ulfric, the true High King

-Ezio-:
Dear Guards of Skyrim,
Dear Whoever has Kidnaped my Dog

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my dog go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Vengefully,
Risa

Good Luck.