They said I was mad, creating a fully functional virtual universe to compare reality with skyrim. Mad, they said. Well I'll show them, I'll show them all! It will be my legacy, my gift to the world! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It's late (meaning the sun is about to come up: beware the sun !)
You haven't plunged your fangs in a juicy neck - yet.
And you've been stalking various forum threads all night long - banning, trying to win in vain, doing unearthly yo mama digs, and even, on the sly, guiltily writing some haikus (it's all right, man ! We all do haikus from time to time: it's the human cond... I mean the humanoid condition).
Now picture a nice blooming flower, take a deep breath and...
WHAT ? You can't breathe !? Really, that's...
I tried to help you, buddy ! I really tried but you are not helping !
[storms out of the room]
[coming from some distance somewhere, from the corridor outside the room]
"I'm done here ! The next poster will clean up this mess !"
Seeing is believing, but in the field sometimes you need to know what is going on behind closed doors. If you don't have a surveillance team with directional mics and bugging devices a glass to the door and your ear is a good way to make out what is being said.
When you're a captive the first thing they do is try to disorient you, sleep deprivation is the best tactic to keep an agent from being able to separate reality from imagination. For instance Joe over there is missing his shoes, but still wants to play ball.
The next poster wants to build it so they will come.