It was Halloween night. I'm dressed up as Sheogorath, his dress style from Skyrim, and was wandering around the neighborhood's meeting house and park. It was turned into a Halloween bash just for this night. We, the neighborhood, pulled a successful fundraiser a month and a half ago and managed to put together this fun little party.

Everyone was having a blast, myself included. One of the big events scheduled for tonight was the costume contest, a contest I was aiming to win. My costume was nearly spot on, the only thing that I couldn't get was a good replica of the Staff of Sheogorath, they were all sold out for some odd reason. I had to make due with a staff made by yours truly, it didn't look bad by any means but it still could've been better...

Then along came my 'savior', a guy dressed in the same costume as me. He had to leave on some sort of urgent business, gifting me his staff so that I had a chance to win.

Long story short, I'm now the Daedric Prince of Madness and stuck in a new world with my slipping sanity.