[Below is my narration of this entry of An Orc’s Life. I’m doing this mainly so I can improve my voice, but if you all end up liking it, that’s cool too. I did not even attempt to edit this, and it was my first attempt, read without stopping. Now that my qualifiers are out of the way, let me know what you think.]
Much time has passed since the night I got plastered after having my ass handed to me by an overgrown insect. In many ways, I am not the same Orc anymore. That following morning I woke up to a Whiterun guard yelling at me to get up, which I thought was rather rude till I discovered I was not in my room at the Bannered Mare, but in a tent I had drunkenly constructed in front of the main gate the night before. A little embarrassed, and a lot hungover, I packed up my tent and left to get some breakfast.
Let me begin by being blunt. I have all but lost inspiration to continue this blog. That being said, there’s still a chance I may work on it again. But at this point, I feel I owe those of you who still care an explanation. In the town I was previously living in, I had no friends, lived by myself, and worked full time, with my work keeping me on a third shift schedule (overnight). All of these things left me feeling pretty lonely and isolated most of the time. Luckily, I had video games and you guys to keep me company.