
Skyrim Survival: One Cold-Blooded Disaster at a Time
They said Argonians were built for survival. They didn’t mention frostbite, starvation, or my inability to pack light. Join me in this diary of accidental heroism, where torches are treasure, soup is sacred, and every dungeon is entered with a bow, a prayer, and a serious lack of planning. Will I save Skyrim? Doubtful. Will I at least stay warm? Also doubtful.
This run follows the official Survivor Incognito rules: permadeath, no reloads, and survival chaos. Full rules [Here].
