In which a mun concedes defeat in the Great Headspace Invasion

[sithis_shaped]

Try, try, try as you might, you just couldn't resist me, could you, mortal? That boring little fake skooma junkie of yours gets a magical cold and becomes convinced he's me. But you didn't count on me sticking around in your head, did you? You knew you'd miss me once that little plot was done.

I do have a long history of sticking around in mortals' brains, you know.

Comments

[cheese_for_everyone]

Skooma junkie? I don't remember this story. Then again I can be a little forgetful once in a while.

[dancingmad]

[ Hear that light clapping? That's the sound of the phantasmal harlequin giving you a much needed applause, dear Sheogorath. ]

Bravo, bravo! Nestle yourself within the depths of their subconscious until they can't remember who they used to be.

[sithis_shaped]

Way ahead of you, my good fellow! Been doing it since the world began!

[His expression tightens into a less enthused and more diplomatic smile.]

I don't think I'd forget a face like yours. What's your name?

[sithis_shaped]

Oh, you wouldn't know it. In the place my mortal mundane is sending me, he's got a Cyrodil from Balmora and a Dunmer Nerevarine prancin' about, drinking and having fun without me. Just think how Sanguine would feel if he ever found out about it!

Anyway, a little illness spread around that got mortals to hallucinate and think they were someone else. And the dumpy old Cyrodil came to thinking he was me! And the rest is history.