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

I sighed, knowing that another day of headaches and confusion awaited me. 
 
 I decided to lay in bed for a little while longer, I knew that the circuits connecting the computer had started up, the program which gave me life was running once more. 
 
 A rooster began to make its morning call, I tilted my head while laying in bed, staring at the rising sun. I felt like it was laughing at me, rising like a spectator anticipating my comedic day of being a victim to some other worldly defiance of physics. 
 
 Another sigh escaped my lips, `` fine,'' I whispered to myself and I stood up, opening the door to my cottage. 
 
 My eyes widened in disbelief, my jaw dropped, anger fueling inside me. 
 
 `` You have got to be shitting me,'' I stated. 
 
 Cows started to rain from the sky, each landing and dying with a monstrous thud as they splattered into pieces. 
 
 `` But why?'' I questioned furiously. 
 
 `` I am fucking done,'' I said as I threw my arms in the air. 
 
 `` I do n't care if he is the worlds saviour or whatever, does he understand how much disease will spread because of all these dead fucking cows?'' 
 
 As chance would have it, there he was, our glorified asshole, terrorising town chickens, and fus-roh-dah-ing goats off cliffs. 
 
 I stormed towards him, fury clouding my mind. 
 
 `` Listen to me here asshole,'' I say with a pointed finger, he simply stares at me in a confused manner, his social skills as developed as a potato. 
 
 `` You ca n't just make it fucking rain cows when you feel like it, I do n't care if you are the dragon warrior or the sheep warrior, you ca n't just mod everything out of existence.'' 
 
 No reply came, he simply stared at me, before turning around and squating down, my eyes widened, `` oh, no''. 
 
 `` Fus-Roh-Dah,'' he bellowed, mighty flows of air escaped his muscular buttocks, my body flung across my farm field over dozens of dead cows. 
 
 I landed on my back, winded, as I tried to stand back up, and that is when I heard it, my eyes widened, `` you did n't...'' 
 
 An engine roared mightily from the skies, sweat dripped from my forehead, a trains horn shrieked across the skies. 
 
 `` What have you done?'' I whispered. 
 
 And thus it came. Its face spelling out inevitable death and destruction, its body a force of reckoning. 
 
 *'' Thomas the Tank Engine,'' *
