I personally hate this story. I'm ashamed of ever writing it, and only keep it up as a reminder of where I first started writing. Don't judge this as my other work is far better than this. Also, if you haven't already guessed, read this at your own risk.

I was dressing up as the Grim Reaper for Halloween. All I had was a mask that was from Darksiders II that I got with the game and a homemade cloak. That was it, my costume, simple and didn't cost me a dime. I decided to go cheap because it was just a Halloween party, nothing special except for the drinks and candy. But guess what, I just had to get those Skyrim replicas from a creepy man had for sale. And as soon as I got what I wanted, I was sent into a show that my little sister watches with some magic powers from Skyrim and some other shit. And before I know it, I've suddenly gone mad with power and I'm their next villain to destroy! Guess what! Not happening! I'll die before I'm imprisoned in stone for eternity. So with that said, I'm going to do what he told me to do. Have fun.