Long extinct mythical SPECIES Miraculously RESURRECTED / hunt it down, consume its soul, turn its bones into boots.
A skyrim stan post.
You pop to the corner shop for milk. You come back with milk, a candle, a reduced tin of peaches and a strong feeling the peaches might come in useful. They won't. You can't throw them away either. Hotel breakfast. You leave with 14 little jams, three apples, a croissant in a napkin and a butter knife. You have no plan for any of it. Inventory is inventory. Moving flat: 48 boxes, four of them nothing but cables. Nobody knows what the cables are for. They will be moved again next time, with honour. You've just walked home across town carrying six bags of shopping, a lamp and a parcel for the neighbour. A friend texts asking if you can help carry a sofa. You say yes. You've never once turned down a side quest. **Why it caught on:** Bethesda's The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (2011) let players slay dragons and then spend hours hoarding cheese wheels and spoons. The horned iron helmet stands for every player who carried that habit out of the game and into real life.