Oblivion may be a fantasy game, but that's no impediment to the science fiction fans out there wanting to get a little taste of their favorite genre in Cyrodiil.
Darth Gadget takes out his aggression on a hapless reptile. Saber inadequacy issues?
Part Dwemer, part machine, all bump mapped.
Can love bloom in Cyrodiil? The only way to find out is to deactivate the forcefield on the robot.
Forget the Flood, Master Chief has bigger troubles to tackle. Like that crab walking around by the river.
Thanks for the ride to the Mage's Guild, baby. Keep the motor running, Master Chief just has to run in real quick and buy some soul gems.
All good things must come to an end, and so must all bad things. Thus we reach the end of the first Act of our journey through Oblivion's world of mods. We've seen some strange, deviant, and completely stupid mods this time around, but our adventure has only begun.
In Act II we will discover the many sex mods for Oblivion and "enjoy" a very special appearance by Michael Jackson. In the final Act we will travel to the faraway land of Japan and learn that the Japanese have an insatiable lust for modding complete insanity into Oblivion. What a surprise!
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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