tronn: "You literally just got off the boat and said you were going to get a real job, stay out of jail, and not get into any more trouble with cults. Besides, it's a small world - a KKK member might remember you.
Also, you are Katia Fucking Manxagan. As guards have always reminded you, the booty shakes on its own."
tronn: "
With that over with, you decide to enter town.
Not many people out here; everyone must be inside. Looks like there’s some shops near the dock. One appears to be a store, the other some kind of restaurant."
tronn: "Ah, now this is a REAL name! The name of a strong, independent anti-heroine! Forged by fire! Servant to no one! Terror of the daedra! Probably a vampire!
Yeah, you've got a good feeling about this. From now on, you will be known as-"
tronn: "Despite your efforts, reinventing yourself is difficult when you lack a khajiit's only true measure of worth - a tail.
The tale of how you lost it is as painful as the shame you put up with every day of your life. You quiver in longing for once again having the long, luscious tail that used to get so stiff and sensitive when castle guards used to...
Never mind. The past is the past, and you need to move forward! You need a name. A memorable name. A name that will conjure majestic imagery and distract from your...inadequacies."
tronn: "One month ago you made yourself a promise: you were going to turn your life around. You were going to get a real job, stay out of jail, and not get into any more trouble with cults. Nobody thought you could do it; they said your questionable reputation, lack of any useful skills, and flagrant alcoholism would always hold you down.
But you had a plan.
You were going to start over, far from home. You pawned off your belongings, withdrew the rest of your inheritance, and narrowly managed to buy your way onto a merchant ship bound for Cyrodiil.
And now you have arrived, alone and penniless in a foreign country. Rounding up to the nearest week, you’ve been sober for an entire seven days. This is your chance to be whatever you want to be. Whoever you want to be.
You think you’ll start with a new name. Something less ethnic, maybe suitably Imperial, to fit in in your new home."
tronn: "Do not worry, Kazerad made the site off-line accessible. You don't even have to check the website anymore, you can just think of the comic and be disappointed." that bit made me laugh
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Also, you are Katia Fucking Manxagan. As guards have always reminded you, the booty shakes on its own."
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With that over with, you decide to enter town.
Not many people out here; everyone must be inside. Looks like there’s some shops near the dock. One appears to be a store, the other some kind of restaurant."
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"What, no, that was just the first thing that popped into my mind! My real name is-"
"Sorry catface, already wrote it down. They don't just hand these immigration forms out, you know."
"Oh...I guess I can just use it as a nickname, then..."
"Yeah, no, it's all official and shit. Most will just call you Katia, if that's any console."
You heave a sigh as the guard walks off, and remember there are worse ways you've began a day."
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Yeah, you've got a good feeling about this. From now on, you will be known as-"
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The tale of how you lost it is as painful as the shame you put up with every day of your life. You quiver in longing for once again having the long, luscious tail that used to get so stiff and sensitive when castle guards used to...
Never mind. The past is the past, and you need to move forward! You need a name. A memorable name. A name that will conjure majestic imagery and distract from your...inadequacies."
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But you had a plan.
You were going to start over, far from home. You pawned off your belongings, withdrew the rest of your inheritance, and narrowly managed to buy your way onto a merchant ship bound for Cyrodiil.
And now you have arrived, alone and penniless in a foreign country. Rounding up to the nearest week, you’ve been sober for an entire seven days. This is your chance to be whatever you want to be. Whoever you want to be.
You think you’ll start with a new name. Something less ethnic, maybe suitably Imperial, to fit in in your new home."
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And hungry.
But mostly easy.
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