Build me a lil shack outside Whiterun and live as a hunter. I'd obviously marry Lisette cause she's super hot and let her rake in some loot by performing at the inn =D

I'd take the first carriage to Solitude and live in a certain *abandoned* place. Fun.

Would probably settle down in Riverwood as a travelling merchant..

You do understand that part of being a "traveling merchant" is... traveling, right?

I'd be a blacksmith, bows so powerful an arrow could travel for days before landing and swords so sharp they could cut you by just looking at them.

Everyone would want my weapons and armor, but I'd have something for everyone no matter the budget. Simple yet quality blades for those with only enough money for something practical, and blades with beautiful designs and inlays for those who are seeking a bit of style with their death metals.

Living the solitary life of a hunter. Nothing heroic but able to sustain myself.

Hmmm Hunt and gather Alchemy ingredient's. Mostly gather alchemy ingredient's to start with, I know my skill with the bow is a bit rusty. Learn how to at least use a knife or short sword effectively. At 42 an slightly out of shape, I'd have to take it a bit easy at first. Then get enough money up to start a horse ranch/farm. Perhap's find my self a nice husband to help out around the place.... and hopefully he's good with a sword!!

I'd probably hang around Whiterun as tour guide, and my opening pitch would be to ask them if they'd been to the cloud district before.

I'd most likely try to get hired at some lumbermill, shop, mine, or tavern. Eventually guard duty after that inevitable freak arrow incident.

I'd jump on the first boat to Black Marsh.

I'd be a blacksmith. I'd be a master at the profession after forging just 100 iron daggers.

Crawled up in fetal position in a ditch before betting eaten by some wolves or head bitten off by a sabre cat.

...dont think i could've said it any better....but seriously if you think about it while it would be DANGEROUS it wouldn't be as bad as we might expect it i mean its not like a bandit would be able to take 7-9 REAL arrows in the chest and 2 in the head before finally dying so i would learn to use a bow after studying under a blacksmith and learn to make a bow and armor and probably a sword then head to solitude to the fletcher shop and learn to MAKE SOME FLIPPIN ARROWS ......and make some friends..that haven't been shot in the knee.......and invest in the knee pad our friend is gonna invent and start slowly exploring and collecting, hunting bandits and pillagers with our base somewhere near Helgen and Riverwood or possibly in Helgen as it never gets rebuilt while doing my best to avoid Draugr hot spots and Dwemer ruins....also i'd make a gillie suit and pray i never meet a angry dragon cause well its a FREAKING DRAGON

Being a blacksmith and making nothing but steel knee pads might be a good business...

Some good ideas here, especially the one involving marrying Lisette, that girl is hot. Y'know, gunpowder isn't magic, it's made from "stuff", and "stuff" is everywhere. Once I'd managed to figure out basic survival without air conditioning, refrigeration and central heating, I'd work on building a nice .50 cal sniper rifle, a couple of close range shotguns, and maybe a revolver. I would never part with the secrets, and try my best to remain (explosively) quiet. So, me, Lisette, boomstick = recipe for happiness, or for disaster?

And I'd do my damnedest to remember all those damned console commands , "kill all" could be really handy.

This^ or the TG

I would open an armor shop to sell better knee protection for guards

At least your honest.
Thats a good point, we, being from a futuristic world, could just try to invent as many current day products as possible. Toilet anyone?

Well, I would join the Companions to become a werewolf, and then i would bang the crap out of Aela, just kidding I am not a freak who finds videogame characters hot, but I would join them to become a werewolf.

I would work with the blacksmiths in Solitude to improve Knee armor so that we would have more adventurers to kill all the mean old dragons and other baddies.

I'd buy Bleak Falls Barrow and open a dragon sanctuary. Poor misunderstood creatures, I'd take them in and give them a home high in the mountains, with lots of ruins to roost upon and game to hunt. Maybe open a petting zoo for the inevitable baby dragons.

(Notice: Patrons choosing to pet dragonlings do so at their own risk.)

i would probably scream like a little girl seeing the first frost troll charging at me. then die as i turn around to be killed by a dragon. LOL. and if i live through all that move to riften and merry mjol so she can protect me sence she cant die

I'd probably get killed, or learn magic, or both.

Find a companion and go adventuring of course!

I would be living as peaceful a life as I could, in the best city I could find. In a world where stepping out of the village for a bit meant encountering three bears and a frost troll, I would seek to live a normal life away from that.

Imagine being a traveling merchant. "Let's stop here for the nig--OH SHI---" That would be followed by fifteen spiders, fourteen bandits, and with luck, twenty dragons.