1. Science tattoo. (NSFW.)
2. From the latest chapter of An Illusionist in Skyrim:
After a moment of total bafflement, I realise it’s a dragon. The reason I didn’t recognise it is that it’s crashed skull-first into the ground, its massive pelvic bone wiggling weirdly in the air. It’s not a skeletal dragon, it’s a dragon skeleton. In fact, it’s almost certainly the skeleton of the dragon the guards killed for me out at the guard tower. What the hell it’s doing here, and why it plummeted out of the sky, I will never know.
Backing slowly away, I see there are only two Stormcloaks left now, so I Fury one of them into killing the other. When the spell wears off, he looks round at me, the Imperial soldiers behind me, and the massive dragon skeleton on the ground between us, and he runs off into the night. Whiterun is ours.
I head back to the city gates, stopping briefly to check my journal and make sure that’s where I’m meant to be going. When I put it away, a titanic mess of bone crashes down on my head. Jesus goddamn Christ! Get it off me!
The gibbering dragon skeleton wobbles awkwardly between me and the city gate, then slumps down to the ground. It’s the same one, it just jumps on top of me every time I bring up my inventory. Is this glitch meant to remind me how bad I should feel for setting angry giants on the guards who killed this dragon for me?3. Wired looks at how a vinyl toy gets made.