19-year-old created 25-hour Skyrim mod to apply for a job at Bethesda
Creator Logan R. Miller spent 2,000 hours building the land of Falskaar, which is one-third the size of the world in Skyrim.
by Jon Leo on July 28, 2015
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A 19-year-old by the name of Logan R. Miller wanted a job at Bethesda so much that he spent 2,000 hours creating an Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim mod called Falskaar as an application.
Falskaar is an ambitious product created by a 19-year-old.
According to a PC Gamer interview with the high school dropout, Miller spent 2,000 hours over a span of a year building the 25-hour-long mod as a way of showcasing his skills. It also features a landscape one-third the size of the original game's continent of Skyrim, new characters, new voices, and new quests.
Miller added that more than 100 people contributed to the voices and ideas of Falskaar, though he stated that "all content was implemented, written, and developed" by him. He also said that Bethesda is aware of the mod, though no further statement was given by the publisher. "The best way to show Bethesda Game Studios that I want a job there and should be hired is to create content that meets the standards of their incredible development team," he said.
PC gamers can check the mod out on the Skyrim Nexus.
If you were a serial killer?
>Your victim preference
>Weapon of choice
I would be the coldest, most proliferant serial killer yet. Most of them get lazy or sloppy or overcome by their bloodlust. Some of them get taken down by their own hubris and need to be hunted as well as hunt, they taunt law enforcement until they mess up in daring too much and the cops nab them.
First, I would spend a lot of time and effort faking my own death…say by hiring a look-alike for a flight ("Yeah just go along to the business conference it's easy just smile and laugh and sit away from anyone else, good job with the putty, you're a natural. Yeah, this is the only way I can get my bitch wife off my back and have some fun in Vegas. Half the cash now, half later."), then super secret explosive at weak points of the wings (and maybe inside the pilot/co-pilot seats) crash the plane, with no survivors naturally. If all goes well, I am now free to move about the underworld.
I would be a messy shooter in Michigan with a homemade silencer first. Easy that way. All the same gun, say five kills in a predictable radius from one another. Then they find the gun eventually, and no fingerprints, and nothing.
Four months later, stranglings in North Dakota. Amateur work in the deed itself but no evidence left behind.
Two years later in San Francisco, 9 asian females are stabbed in their sleep, apparently by icicles, and each is left with their hands folded over their bosoms and clasped around 8 pink carnations.
5 months later in Texas, all of the dark-haired members of an extended family are expertly poisoned in their sleep within a few days of each other. No note, no mark.
A year later in Philadelphia, a newlywed couple is viciously and repeatedly stabbed in their backs, dying of suffocation from the blood in their lungs. Her spurned lover is found dead in his apartment, wrists slit and hanging from his ceiling fan.
In Rhode Island, 6 pubescent boys are found swinging from a ceiling, shackled by their ankles, buckets attached under their arms to catch the blood drips, their bodies aligned to the points of some blood sigil. Three are missing their hearts, two their testes, and one his penis. These are never found.
Essentially, I'd take advantage of the pride and distinctiveness of some serial killers to be an uncatchable wraith by taking on loose motifs and fake personas purely to throw the cops off track. I could make first kills in an area crude then less so to suggest I was new to it and "getting better", kill animals for practice and to throw cops off further, have hurried, unfinished, and asymmetrical "panic kills" or "interrupted kills" to suggest that they have whoever it is on the run, but ultimately never any physical evidence found, just keep hazmat suits around and wash them myself somewhere remote like a mountain spring or whatever. Live in abandoned apartment buildings and old decrepit summer homes and do no business there so no one would ever have reason to run in DNA (not like I have a record anyways).
Any "trophies" collected either dispose of in irrecoverable ways to fuck with cops or occasionally have little shrines/stashes around the area the crimes were done.
Essentially, I would use knowledge of criminal pathology to be an unmatchable asshole (until I just simply fucked up on something)