Alduin nearly ruined my career.

I was 27 when I created Skyrim’s world-eating dragon, which meant I was young and considered myself damn-near immortal (I still do, but we’ll leave my blood-of-the-innocents diet for another day). I was behind schedule - as I often am - bogged down as I was from the sheer amount of detail I had sculpted into the mesh. I pushed myself for days and then weeks, until - just one day before I predicted he’d be done - my body gave out completely. My wrist was in *agony*, and I found out after weeks of physical therapy that I’d given myself a savage case of tendonitis. I was out for weeks, and my work suffered for many, many months. In fact, ten years later, I’m still suffering the effects — I need to stretch daily and take frequent breaks to hold it bay.

Ah, mortality. I shall find a way to best thee yet... 💀