>Past Azima: Finish meeting everyone
Yeah, you decide not to do that right now. Half the people are never online and the others you mainly exchange quick hellos to, although they seem nice. Latroe, Kaie, and Dante are your favorite people in this group though, and you maaaay have come to realize you have a huge small crush on a certain vampire.
>Past Azima: Present logs as evidence to this crush!
What? No! You abjure the hell out of the command. Those logs shall remain buried in your computer and will likely never see the light of day! How about something relevant instead, like how you met queen superbitch your server.
Well, that was a waste of time.
>Present Azima: Be bored again.
Fuck dammit this game is getting old fast. As much fun as throwing around Rolf's cars and junk is, it looks like most of the stuff there is for him to play with so you'll have to wait for your turn. You idly minimize the window, getting a bottle of mead as you wait, leaning back on your chair and turning on the tv while flipping through the channels. Infomercial...soap opera...oh hey, a show about serial killers. You'll catch up on this later--huh. A town apparently has been turned into a huge crate--HOLY SHIT THAT IS WHITERUN.
Spinning back towards your computer, you quickly fire up your chat again, neglecting the game in your haste.
Okay. Okay. Calm down Azi. Okay--oh the game! You quickly switch to the game, to find Rolf not squished underneath a giant flaming space rock of death, but instead just conked out at home. You have no idea what is even happening anymore. You zoom out, and your answers become no less clear. The mead hasn't even been in your belly long enough to make you tipsy, so apparently this is real! Rolf's house is at the lowest point of wherever this place is, but it's damn sure not Whiterun. There are mountains everywhere, and while you're not sure, you think that tallest one over there is that mountain where they Greybeards live. High Hrothgar or something? You don't know, you don't pay much attention to Skyrim geography since, you know, you don't live there.
It looks like some kind of runes are carved into the ground and mountains, but that's about all you can see of interest. No signs of life or where Whiterun even used to be. You try to wake up Rolf, picking up a toolbox and nudging him with it, impatient. Or at least, you mean to nudge him with it. You might have accidentally smacked him in the leg with it. You're not entirely sure; it's hard to judge force with this thing.