Might do this, without the master difficulty part.

Oh this is easy. If I was myself in Skyrim:
I'd wander to the nearest city and proclaim the People's Democratic Techno-Meritocracy of Skyrim and recruit truckloads of followers with my superior knowledge of science. I'd teach them Finnish Army combat methods (just with hand-to-hand weapons), and take over the city in question. Establish a working industry and develop firearms. In fifty years I'll have the first Nord in space.

As for the gameplay aspect, I can barely survive with Adept difficulty so without HUD is out of question.

He won't eat you He just want to make a Barbecue Party and everyone is afraid of him.

I took on my own challenge guys...
I survived Helgen, thanks to Hadvar who single handingly killed all the enemies there. I almost crappped my pants when i saw the spiders. When we reached Riverwood, Hadvar told me to go to Solitude to join the legion, and the road is safe and leads right to it. First i had to rest and eat, so i talked to Alvor and asked for some supplies, sold the supplies, and rested at the inn. The next morning, i went on the road to Solitude. After a while my feet were getting sore and the imperial light armor i had on was getting a little to heavy. Luckily, i found a broken abandoned caravan with some fine jewelry and clothing and boots in a bag. But then I saw a dead khajiit lady next to it. Throw up time! I dropped the imperial armor and put on the clothes and boots. I felt faster alright...
My feet couldn't take it anymore. It was only 1pm (traveling for 4 hours on foot) but i needed to rest. Only 20 ingame minutes later i saw Rorikstead and sat down and ate at the inn for 2 hours, just relaxing. I left and headed onward towards Solitude! On my travel i yet again saw a caravan from the distance. But then i saw these people behind a rock start getting up and run toawrds me. I sprinted to the left and ran as fast as i could until i was tired. Luckily the bandits stopped chasing me. After meeting a few Alik'r warriors looking for a woman and plenty of deer, i met this dog on the trails. He barked and started to run towards this shack. I followed him since the shack was right there and saw his dead owner . Poor doggy. I let the dog come with me and took the food at the shack for both of us to share. I stopped at Morthal along the trail and rested there for the night. The people there were very strange, but i was too tired to care and slept. We left in the morning at 7 after eating and finally landed in Solitude, not meeting any dangers in our travel. I sold the jewelry, bought a snack and drink, and went to Tullius. I was told to clear out a fort ALONE, so i sadly walked away knowing i couldn't do it. Then i met a bard, who said i should enroll in the college. I am a pretty decent singer, at least better than most of the horrid bards in this game lol. When i went to the college the man said i have to find a poem in a ancient Nordic ruin. [censored]! Why do i have to go to all these dangerous places!!??? After a few days in Solitude i knew soon enough i would just become a homeless loser, but then i heard someone at the solitude farm say there is a shelter at Markarth. I bought plenty of food and ale and took a carriage there. Once there, i realised the shelter svcked so i decided to stay at the inn for one night. There i met Cosnach, who I gave him a drink and told him about the stupid ruin the college is making me go to in order to join. We agreed that he would accompany me as long as he took the treasure and i took the poem. And we were off the next day. We all took a carriage to Morthal and went straight to the ruins, only seeing a ugly spider on our way. At the ruins Cosnach killed the Draugrs and spiders, but at the very end where the damn poem was, 2 restless draugrs attacked Cosnach and Meeko, downing them. They chased after me, and i surely ran, but i was too slow as they quickly killed me.
FAIL....I am not fit for Skyrim!!!

Well, in Skyrim swordplay isn't much of an art. It's more like swinging a sharp stick around than attacking, parrying, etc.

I will use magic.

Surely you jest. I'm a sixy-seven year old woman, never been in a fight in my life, never used a weapon. If I tried to use a weapon, it would be taken away from me almost immediately, I should think. I have arthritis, and walking a mile would be a challenge. That said, I sort of play myself in game--an improved myself. Not younger, but healthier, and with a history of a fairly tough life so I have a few survival skills.

I played the game as me. I ran (Well hobbled) away from dangerous looking people (everyone with a hoodie) and died of boredom liver poisoning in the basemant of the Honningbrew Meadery.

Not as much fun as it sounds.

I wouldn't survive Super Mario under those conditions.

Day 6 of this strange and uninviting land. I'm loving it anyway. Talked to a few people in town and they seemed to be a little off. Nobody is really talkative to an outsider, which is fine, I don't really like people anyway.

Some guy at the general store told me about some bandits that took something from him and he said he'd pay me a good lump of gold if I got it back for him. Yeah...okay...maybe later. I did, however, talk with the blacksmith in town and he taught me how to craft a dagger and a leather helmet. Thought that was fun so I decided to stick around and help him out a bit. I've always wanted to be a blacksmith. The sword I've been working on for the past three days looks a little crooked and the blade isn't exactly the same thickness from tip to hilt, but whatever. Advar says it looks decent enough to fight off a few spiders.

I've been hanging out at the inn quite regularly, the mead tastes pretty good, but the ale is bitter. Cabbage and beef stew has become my favorite, along with a piece of bread with a slice of goat cheese.

For some reason everyone has been talking about this dragonborn person but no matter who I ask they always seem to be pretty obscure about it. Legend and stuff I guess. Maybe I should have picked up that book in the torture chamber while I was escaping Helgen, but who has time to read a book when some big scaley dragon is trying to kill you?

I finally worked up enough courage to head toward the Barrow to retrieve that ornament for the shop keeper. If I don't come back, I want everyone to know that I wouldn't have traded the adventure for anything.

There's no way you're going to clear that barrow. I had Cosnach and a dog with me in a strange Nordic Ruin a and still couldn't fight off those Draugr. All i had was a shield and a dagger though, since i basically just bashed someone that got too close and ran, maybe slicing them when they turn their back.
Still, good luck. *cough* you're dead *cough*

I figure I could probably make it to Riverwood, providing I didn't get randomly nuked by the first dragon. Let the Stormcloak dude do the fighting for me (Stormcloak because eff the faction that was about to execute me a few minutes earlier) until we make it out of the Keep. If wolves are anything like coyotes in behavior, one or two usually aren't going to attack you -- you can make a lot of noise to run those buggers off, so even the trek down to Riverwood should be fairly painless. I run at the gym and do enough lifting to be able to swing a weapon for a bit without resting, so in a pinch I could probably get in a couple of cheap shots with a meatshield around.

...once in Riverwood, though, I'm gonna take a job as a barmaid at first. If I can catch some people heading to Whiterun, I'll definitely move on. Then I find myself a nice sugar daddy. I feel assured of success because I'm reasonably attractive and I bathe.

Then I just have to worry about not getting caught in a random dragon attack or something.

This doesn't count my twisted ankle at minimum or broken leg on the first jump, or worse. I think I would have hid like a little bi*** until the dragon left. If I did make it to Riverwood (I know wolves don't attack like that so I'd probably have made it there), I probably would either have ended up working at the inn or helping out Alvor. That would be the end of my story. Maybe see about starting a school for the kids so they could learn to read something other than mead and ale labels. In the evenings probably join Sven singing duets at the inn. Okay, I'm a musician and a lot better than the ones in the game.

Okay, it's now day 9 and I've managed to retrieve this piece of garbage gold claw thing for that jerk in Riverwood. What a nightmare. First I get attacked by these two idiots who really don't know how to fight. Had to pull three arrows out of my left shoulder, but fortunately this red liquid seems to make the wound close on its own. Kind of a strange feeling actually, to phisically feel the reverse of an arrow going through your shoulder. Then, these dead guys reanimated themselves and started wandering toward me. They carried a good amount of gold on them, so that was helpful.

Anyway, spiders are just nasty. They're friggin HUGE too. That's just freaky, but if you collect their venom in a small glass vial, you can use it to inflict harm upon people...but I realized that when I decided to try shooting my bow and somehow found it in my foot.

So, finally I found a wall that was eminating a blue light and seeming to chant to me. When I walked closer I could actually feel something eminating from it into me, and for some unknown reason I know this phrase...but I have no clue what it means. The contents of the chest were pretty decent. A glowing mace, some coins and jewels, and a strange blue liquid in a bottle. I don't dare drink it until I know what it is.

I got lost, for 2 days, inside this place and had to make the best of my situation by lining a coffin with the spider webs I had gone through earlier. It's a little difficult sleeping there considering dead people have a tendancy to wake up...but, I finally made it back to Riverwood, threw the stupid gold claw at the guy and flipped him the bird as I stole a bottle of mead off his counter and proceeded to chug it accordingly.

Playing yourself is pretty much the exact opposite of roleplaying. T

You are playing the role of yourself, in a situation that you are not accustomed to. You have to figure out how to play yourself in that situation, just like you figure out how to play any other character you roleplay.

Lets see here...

Ten years of medieval reenactment, learning how to properly use a sword, spear, axe, etc, how to wear armor, basic smithing and so on. Had to stop after a car accident (I used to be an adventurer like you, then i took a Buick to the knee), but I still practice.
Twenty years of archery and bow hunting.
Taken courses in wilderness survival and learned how to live off the land.
So what would i do?

Take that boring clerk job. Being able to read and write puts me leagues ahead of the common peasant, and I know enough about medieval warfare to want no part of it.

Day 12. Finally made it to Whiterun and haggled my way past the guards at the gate. Ysolda seems pretty nice, but I'm not so sure about that guy who just stands in front of that statue yelling about some Talos guy.

Had a run in with some dark-skinned guy who asked me if I get to somewhere called the cloud district but as he asked he scoffed at me. I later overheard him belittling a stall merchant about the quality of the meat the man is selling. That dude is a pompous, arrogant waste of flesh. Even his own wife doesn't like him, keeps saying he's stuffing himself in the Jarl's backside.

Several of the guards here seem to walk with a little bit of a limp, and one of them told me he used to like adventuring but some old injury he sustained from an archer has prevented him from being anything other than a guard. I just shrugged my shoulders and carried on with my business. That old woman who sells jewelry in the market square seems to be pretty nice, but the entire area around that building that looks like an upside-down boat, I think they call it Jorvaskrr or something like that, has an overwhelming stench of wet dog, but I have yet to see a dog in town.

I think I'll just sit on a bench by this withered tree and stare at the ground for a while. It's been an interesting couple weeks so far.

At home in Swindon in the year 2012, I have spent many hours playing a certain computer game. I go to bed... and wake up in an all-too-familiar cart.

Long dream, I keep telling myself, as the dialogue unfolds while approaching Helgen. I try to look down at myself and am unable though I can turn my head left and right.

It is my turn to approach the guard and I begin to fully appreciate Lokir's very human if foolish desire to run. I begin to feel myself translated into a form comfortable to this world. I know I can only be human and my otherworld features and nature take on the shape of ... an Imperial. Oh boy, is this going to be a fun ride.

I know I will survive this part; I've played this at least four times now. But it is unnerving to be unable to turn away and see my living room. It's like Pleasantville - only rather than a small, black-and-white small town in the 1950's, I'm in a colourful game which thrives on violence - a violence I gleefully participated in so long as it was not real.

I give my first name and place of origin; last names seem to belong to nobles and I will have enough trouble fitting in. Pamela of Montreal, a place nowhere in Tamriel.

I turn my head away at the beheading but am unable to avert my eyes as I kneel and look down at the Stormcloak's head. I am half-relieved at Alduin's appearance; I now who he is; I have met him once before. I rise and follow Ralof quickly, letting him lead the way up the stairs to where Alduin bursts into the wall. I decide to try and trick fate and run back out the tower to that building, to no avail - I truly must jump.

I hurt myself on landing - no surprise there. But I begin to truly perceive the differences now. I realise I don't need glasses any longer. Rather than falling straight down as I truly would in my own world, I can leap at least ten feet across. I run but my lungs do not heave with the effort of unfamiliar exercise. My body is in the best shape it has ever been as I easily follow Hadvar.

I run into the tower, and the initiation begins anew. I take my time recovering items; Hadvar will go nowhere without me in the strange mechanics of this world. I gather armour and a sword, giving it a remarkably easy swing. I have always preferred fighters... but I suddenly find in the back of my mind spells. With fervous I adopt these as my weapons of choice. I do not use them however.

Not until Havar, the torturer's assistant and I meet the room of Stormcloaks.

I approach the room with unfamiliar dread. I have picked boots and gauntlets from the dead - easy to carry and worth more than their weight in gold. I even stripped that poor mage's corpse - no stink or sloughs of decaying flesh on his all-too-precious robes and hood. After all, it's only a game; my hands are not 'real' flesh, it's colour and texture wrong. I have let Hadvar fight alone till now, knowing he cannot die. But I know if I do not aid the fight, the assistant will die.

I hide behind the pillar, unable to lift my hand to kill another human being. I watch that nameless man die, rationalising it - he was learning to torture people for a living. It still doesn't make me feel less guilty.

Then a woman starts coming up the stairs with a two-handed sword. I run, unable to scream aloud as I do in my mind, praying I don't have to make this choice. I run to the next room and turn around, praying she goes back....

But she follows me and raises her sword, a man beside her.

I have had a ball of flame dancing in my right hand all along, a shield in the other in case I had to keep someone from touching me. Now it flares into a stream of fire, burning the poor woman - who did not choose to be here anymore than I. I immediately turn it upon her friend.

I find myself automatically picking loot from the dead - it's hard to break a habit - but I stop and avoid the rest of the dead from that point. It is at this point that I decide that I will learn the spells I considered useless - calm and wards. I may not be able to avoid killing in what follows but I will do everything in my power to do so from now on.

Dammit have none of you guys died yet??? I'm started to feel like a wimp, dying and all...
But if you were really facing 2 tall zombies that shot frost at you, you would [censored] your pants and run like a baby, as I did lol. I was just hoping I could outrun them. *sigh*

Here Lies Koleman, the adventurer not of this world. His legacy will live on as the first dragonborn to have died by falling off a cliff at High Hrothgar. May he rest in peace.

what if someone is a seal, a green beret, or a red belt kung fu fighter knowing all weapons ...

Then he'll probably do better than most of us.

its like a challenge, i wonder how long i could last in skyrim.... prolly long if i stayed in a village and was a begger.. else not so long

Well am alot better as an archer then wielding a melee weapon (15 years as a competitive archer, 0 experience from handling a melee weapon) so thats an obvious choice for me