The new thread! Letīs continue, the previous got big enough!
The story of the previous thread (modified a little bit to make more sense):
Once a lad whose name was Oozae travelled far into the land without clean underwear and got himself stuck in a big scary cave containing a lot of purple witches all of whom ate green porridge, with chunked Ogrims with pierced nipples, servants of Molag Bal, so they asked the poor lad to give up his life to Crassius Curio, but instead he kissed his cheek and went far away in the big bad world to obtain an Ebony cuirass and greaves. For Dagoth Ur has been banished because he made everyone suffer greatly with his blightstorms intended to rid Cliff Racers from existance. Which is a relief to everyone except those who don't mind their screaming high in the mountains whose names awake dread and Undead from the depths of dark dungeons in the lands of blasted red ash coming from the ruins of ancient Daedric shrines buried in red ash-containing soil, cursed concoctions of magical spells used in times of death and corruption. For the guilty and the condemned will die twice and then awake only to find that they died one more time and roamed the West Gash region in pouring rain while being chased by a Nix-Hound in its skinnies, which made him get deathly ill with no cure, so he died in sheer agony. An Orc comes, loots his body, and then eats the found Crab meat over the body in shameless guily. Very scared and frustrated he walks from the scene to Dagoth Ur in delightful glee and says "how you doin'?". And Ur is a little horny like Crassius Curio and now I hit him a large trout filled with ice, so he becomes as gay as someone very gay called Crassius Curio before running off into the wilderness to find his little lost pony that ran away into the woods to find a place to hide from the Dremora that approached from the glowing portal of a tower in the middle of a big desert with no food or water, but it had a big tower that was evil and really big and utterly monstrous and really evil, which was cool. He entered the enormous front door and faced a gigantic frozen trout with twenty tentacles with clear sticky explosive bombs so he threw a small grenade at the tentacled trout and the trout exploded into millions of smaller trouts, into the floor of the dungeon where Ur was already dead but will rise once more to return to the big bad world in order to kill random people just for the sheer fun of seeing them dead, for he takes great pleasure in acts like these. But along came an adventurer by the name of Baron Von Muscles who had a freakin' big axe which he used to cleave people and throw their disposable heads at passers-by who looked like the Vampires to feast on living human heads that had been removed from their bodies by a big black saucy werewolf called Minque the Black Furry Demon of nasty death and terrible destruction who liked eating lots of large cows and people that were walking on a road leading to an escalator to nowhere, where they find a drop to some drunken mages, who cast lotsa fireballs, destroying all the clowns in dirty worn cloaks and large leather boots with pink straps, looking as if they also had fleas on their misshapened purple neckties which they had tied around their waists in an intriquate beautiful pattern.