Ok so here is a short story of my first game thought I would share a tale of confusion, panic and fear. I was gifted ck2 by a friend. Told it was very good. Great fun. Etc etc. Game of thrones mod. I was sold. Installed mod game etc. And went into it.

What is this? So many buttons? Is this live? Why is nothing happening?

We were playing roberts rebellion with the intention of siding with the mad king and quelling the rebellion.

Successfully do this by raising vassal levies and marching to kings landing for defense.

Fight war. Chase retreating armies. Mount heads on pikes. Capture characters. Cant sell so lock in dungeon for life. I'm cruel, me.

Anyway that ends. So now I was kinda left to my own devices. Meaning I would read out any messages and such and whilst friend tells me what I should do I would pick opposite and giggle.

Woman fancies me. I bed her. Because why not. She becomes pregnant and has baby girl. Shit. I don't need another child. I have 4 already. At this point my inner saint kicks in. "Be a good father. Do the right thing. Legitimize!"

Ok. So now my non bastard children hate me. Bastards. So at the sight of losing love from my real children. I panic. I send my child away. I wish I could remember how and where but I did. The children still hate me. So in increasing panic, I kidnap my 2 year old baby girl bastard. She is thrown into a dungeon for 1 year.

My children still hate me. So after a year of locked up bastard I have no other choice.

I execute the fucker. I lop my own 3 year old bastards head off. Out of pure fear of losing my children forever, I kill this one.

I don't know what happened next, but I know I walked away from my pc feeling worn down. Questioning my ethics and choices. Did I do the right thing? I dunno. It doesn't matter anymore.

Im fathering a bastard with my sister! Yay me!

Apologies for crap grammar spelling etc. Posted from my phone whilst bored at work.