Skyrim. It's for the Nords.

Why not. It was the most recent game you've played and as such closest to your memory, so you draw upon your Godly powers to make it so. The experience of traversing worlds is, for lack of a better term, a jarring ride. Your entire being feels as though it was squeezed through a wormhole the size of a pinhead, then stretched across a football field like a long, fleshy noodle. Thankfully, the sensations are gone as quickly as they came, and you find yourself plopped down in a cold, dark jail cell. What?

You take a moment to gather your bearings as the echoing drips of a flooded dungeon reverberate through your skull, coupled with the pungent stench of rotting flesh and ectoplasm. Face scrunching up into a scowl since this was a farcry from the fresh and frigid climate you were expecting, you stand from your seat on a putrid, straw bed and descend the half flight of steps into your cell proper. The only furniture items present were a decayed wooden table and chair, and the last flickering of embers in the sole wall torch were fizzling out by the second. The walls were damp and moss-ridden, suggesting that the entire structure as a whole has been abandoned for quite some time, but if that was the case, then why had your Godly powers brought you here? Did they require some specific instructions or descriptions lest you bring poor hubris knocking on your noggin? That was when your eyes fell to the pale bronze of a statue's face directly beneath the dying torch; a Statue of Mara.

It all came rushing back to you. With a scowl now morphed into a smile, you quickly step forward to the idol and the soothing voice of a matron echoes in your ears.

"Approach my child, and choose where your new life shall begin."

A/N: One of the most useful mods in my load up; Alternate Start - Live Another Life. Consider this the hub chapter for all manner of threads as there are unlimited ways to play this game just as there are unlimited paths in a CHYOA story.