Cleatus McSlaughter doesn’t need any restrictions of physical laws or sciences. Cleatus McSlaughter stands in a pit of molten rock if and when he damn well pleases, regardless of Eorlund Gray-Mane’s incessant bitching about Skyforge safety policies.
It’s cute that this guy is so passionate about his one true love that he staked out in the middle of a tundra waiting for her to come home. It’s cute, but not exactly a sound plan when you take into consideration all the crazy and bloodthirsty bastards who roam these barren wastelands… Like me, Cleatus McSlaughter.
Needless to say, our little Romeo met quite the poison.
And by poison, I mean I cut him up and poured poison and lemon juice into his bleeding wounds in the middle of a blizzard. You’re next, Shelly.
On the side, Cleatus McSlaughter specializes in gourmet cooking and adhering to his slightly sadistic and cannibalistic urges.
Ever have those days where you wake up in bed next to two seemingly sleeping people who later turn out to be dead from alcohol poisoning?
Because Cleatus McSlaughter does. With alarming frequency.
I’ve never had someone watch me during intercourse with voyeuristic intentions, but I suppose if this guy is really that into BDSM, he can feel free to watch… He had just better not dare make eye contact with me. That always puts me straight off my game.
… Not to say I’ve made love to a lady when a guy is around. No way, that’s gay. I heard you go straight to Sovngarde for that. Well not me! I’ve never had relations with a woman while a man was anywhere near. Seriously. I swear.
DAMMIT, I’M SERIOUS! CLEATUS MCSLAUGHTER IS NOT GAY. BY AKATOSH, I AM THE DRAGONBORN! DON’T DARE MOCK ME.
“Mr. Pony was galloping along.
Mr. Pony came across a drop so very long.
Mr. Pony believed he could make it.
Mr. Pony is now dead.”
PETA is going to get really mad if this keeps happening…