[ EU ] You are an NPC in skyrim . Everyday you wake up , a new mod is installed .

Day 7: 
 
 Improbably as it may seem, it would appear several saplings have sprouted and developed into fully grown ferns all along our property. While their sudden appearance has added an air of tranquility to our land, it's now impossible for any caravan to travel the narrowed road way. I'll petition the Whiterun woodsman guild to have the offending flora removed promptly. Whatever elven meddling brought on these spirited greens could surly put it to better use on the crops. 
 
 Day 9: 
 
 More misguided magic has entered my property. The land appears to of lost grasp of all of our worldly possessions. Be it the food in the pantries or the cookware along the heath, all has set to float freely about at the lightest provocation. I've bundled, shackled, and tied down as many goods as I can for now. Oddly enough, only objects which we regularly transport appear to be affected as the beds, cabinets and tables all seem to behave as normal. Tomorrow I'll see to Whiterun with haste. A rogue practitioner of magic appears to of set his sights on disturbing my home and I will not have it. 
 
 Day 10: 
 
 A creature of unimaginable horror soared across the sky in the distance. I've heard talk of dragons returning but this was no such beast. It's body was rectangular and reflective and indicated no means by which it flew through the sky. At one end was a face... a docile pair of eyes and wide mouth mounted to the front as if just embedded into a circular plate. Behind these eyes though must exist hate of which this world has not seen before. The demon descended upon a small patrol in the distance and immolated them in an instant. It soared away unscathed and let out a horrible scream. The children are in the basement now and I've penned a testimony of the attack, along with formal complaints regarding the trees and floating objects within my home. I will send them by courier, as it appears the roads are no longer safe to travel. 
 
 Day 17: 
 
 I've undergone a rather unexpected and involuntary sex change. I fear this direct retaliation of my plea in Whiterun to have the criminal who's been harassing us apprehended post haste. My wife was both startled and annoyed to discover I had breasts, and they were larger than hers. A fact quickly ascertained as of our cloths disappeared in the same instance as my manhood. Despite rigorous searching, neither have turned up. 
 
 Day 18: 
 
 The courier has returned with my original letter and female anatomy of his own. He's informed me that the letter could not be delivered to Whiterun as it's currently levitating a few hundred feet in the air. The wife and I have decided to move to Cyrodiil. The climate is better and we're sure this kind of nonsense does not happen there. 
 

