>Modding skyrim for weeks
>Actually forget that there was a reason to mod it: playing it
>Decide to play it
>a week later
>Hop out of a dungeon chugging a potion
>Fucking hell there were a dozen skeletons in that last room and you can only do so much with a torch and a (now empty) rod of fireball!
>Feeling pretty hungry because the food you brought went bad sooner than you expected and getting sick would suck
>Trek back into the camp set up near the river near riften's woods
>Campfire still going. Good because I'm cold as fuck from running from trolls and being chased into a river
>Wagon still setup up as a camp so I can access my crates to store the stuff I plan to sell
>Cook up some jerky and stop starving
>Warm up near fire, then pack things up and hook the cart back up to my horse
>The undead come out at night, so being out is a very bad idea
>Trek to gate of riften, leave my horse at the stable and my cart nearby incase dragons show up (fuck that, I don't have much for ranged options and my companion died so I'm sort of defenseless)
>Head into town
>head to tavern
>Bust out the lute
>Play a little tune to get some money since the shops are closed
>Buy a proper meal
>rent a room
>Sleep
>Wake up well rested, go to the market and set up a stand
>Sell the fuckload of helmets and armor parts I picked up
>Unsurprisingly nobody is paying attention to the scruffy khajiit in robes
>fuck riften
>Pack up, grab horse, head out toward riverwood to actually start the main storyline
>Remember I'm playing skyrim when my horse launches into the air, dragging me and my house/cart/caravan with it