Standing on top of a mountain, faced with heading back to somewhere closer to sealevel in Skyrim, I find myself with two thoughts.
1. I will really enjoy slowly meandering down this mountain for the next ten or fifteen minutes. I should do that. It’d be nice.
2. Fuck it. *throws self off the side of the mountain to try and see if I can avoid the game killing me off on the way down as I glide down between rocks at high speed*