The first time I ever played skyrim, I just went full wander mode and just ran around. I kicked a chicken and then swam down a river to see where it led. Eventually I came across a Frost Giant herding sheep. I killed one of its flock, and then spent the next few hours evading this fucking Giant as it relentlessly pursued me over every terrain. Bit by bit I whittled him down and bit by bit he took chunks out of me. On my last legs, I spotted a town and ran full belt to it and the guards came to my aid, and tears of gratitude came to my eyes as I was rescued by my human brethren, and together they all took him down. Deciding that I had had enough of the nomadic lifestyle and wanted to settle down, I headed into the city, only to be promptly attacked and arrested for kicking that chicken from earlier.