So, there I was minding my own business, traipsing through Skyrim, when I am attacked by a legendary dragon. being mostly unprepared for such an encounter, I was miffed that such a beast would choose to attack me at such a vulnerable time. but, with some help from some wandering strangers, I defeated it about an hour later. Savoring my victory, I waited for the beast soul to be absorbed into its conquerer. But then there was a flash of light and there stood the first Dragonborn, Miraak. He spoke.
(Now, while I am aware that is accent most resembles a conquistador, I cannot write in that accent, and thusly will make him a central american gangster.)
"Hey ese, I broke into your dragõn! Hees soul is mine now, gringo! Arribaaaaa!!! *disappears in a flash of taco*
As he left, he absorbed the dragon soul that was rightfully mine.
I did not spend an hour fighting a 'roided-up lizard to be astrally cockblocked by a lunatic, mask-wearing degenerate.
**** you Miraak, **** you.