Have a story about an unrepentant killing spree? Here’s mine:

The other night I was roaming the western wilds of the Reach on my trusted steed, meandering along forgotten paths and stunning vistas while gazing at the spectacular borealis. I was headed towards a defensible outcropping to take in the night’s Nordic sky, and to settle into a bed roll by a small fire to dream of the next day’s adventures.

Before I arrived at my destination, I was jumped by a mirthless cohort of Forsworn with Hagraven in tow. Trying to gather my wits, I dismounted and drew my greatsword to engage. After the snicker-snack of my vorpal blade through several sword-wielding Forsworn, I chased down and made short work of the remaining archers. I turned at the sound of combat to see – to my everlasting pride - my horse locked in deathly combat with the remaining Hagraven. I ran to his defense, but was too slow - my horse gave his life’s blood defending my honor in our unexpected fight. My horse had died, fighting beside me.

And then I lost it.

I spent the next several days roaming the rugged peaks and valleys of the Reach killing every sentient being I encountered. Forsworn? One shot, slow motion glory kills! Pompous Thalmor Justicars? Enough of your godless arrogance! Imperial Soldiers? Return to your foreign strongholds! Dragons? Enough of your wordless langauge! Stormclock rebels? Yield to the might of the Empire! There was no logic to my rage – it was absolute.

At some place and time west of Rokistead I came to my senses. I dropped my bloodied greatsword and walked back to Whiterun – where I’d first met and purchased by horse. My rage sated, I limped into Breezehome for a week remorse and remembrance.

And then I thought: this game rocks.

Cool story bro.

like this

I had some rage when Lydia died to Forsworn. I thought she deserved better and proceeded to slaughter every Forsworn for miles. Then I curled into a ball and cried. I cried hard.

The reason I don't go on rages these days is after several hours of play time, Lydia gets on my nerves, all followers do. My horse gets on my nerves and I just end up leaving him in the wild after awhile. So yeah, followers and horses get on my nerves, if anything I rage against them. I FUS RO DAH my horse off mountains, and I trade my followers for armor, well...I trade Lydia in for armor. Badass armor.

I did something similar when I thought Shadowmere was immortal. :/ Running through the icy caps near Winterhold, I ran over what looked like a really big hill.

Wheeeeeee.. KERPLAT. Shadowmere dies, my character gets up and walks away. I was like.. "NOOOOOOOOO..." for about 10 minutes.

Then I went on an ice wraith killing spree.

I still feel bad. I haven't approached the Dark Brotherhood on any other character, since.

Why do you not just fast travel?

Some people like to be immersed into the game and prefer walking and roleplaying with the game, not disappearing and reappearing some where else.