Had a weird but awesome dream last night. In my dream, I was playing Skyrim, completely redone with a Transformers theme. Skyrim became Cybertron. You traveled to Iacon, etc, and swords became energon blades, magika became ammo. Different armor sets became different Autobots or Decepticons (Full Ebony armor made you look like Ironhide or Starscream, full Daedra armor became TF-P Megatron or Prime - depending on Faction choice). Instead of choosing a "race", you picked a Protoform. It was really cool. Story line was Cybertron before the great war. Playing as a nameless 'bot, got to run around Cybertron during it's greatness, just as the first wave of the War breaks out. Choices in the game made you choose either the Autobot faction or the Decepticon faction. It was VERY awesome... Transformations occurred at the "Stables" - being at the dawn of the Great War, Transformation cogs were new technology, and therefore "buggy"... so you could Transform to travel, but they weren't good for weapons yet. It made sense in the dream... I was soooo sad when I woke up. Wish I had programming skills.