Faldar’s Tooth shitter. While the structure of the tower itself is a real dump, I was relieved to see the shitters were still completely intact. Note the three stalls for maximum output. There’s also a bookshelf on the opposite wall with potions of minor stamina (for when the going gets rough).
Radithor, dissolved radium salts in water, was advertised as “A Cure for the Living Dead” as well as “Perpetual Sunshine.” It was invented by ‘Doctor’ William A. J. Bailey in the early 20th century. Radithor was sold along with a $150 gold-plated belt, intended to be worn against the skin, which also had an attachment for radium suppositories.
Radithor was advertised by Bailey as a way to “improve the romantic talent of weak or sagging men.” In 1918, Bailey claimed mental illness, headaches, diabetes, anemia, constipation, and asthma could all be treated with radium. However Radithor was lethal, and was notably responsible for the death of sportsman Eben Byers in 1932, who died of radiation-induced cancer after drinking about 1,400 bottles of Radithor.
It is estimated that Bailey sold more than 400,000 bottles of Radithor before his death from bladder cancer in 1949. When his body was exhumed nearly 20 years later, it was found to be “ravaged by radiation”. His remains were interred in a lead-lined coffin to prevent radiation leakage. Bailey was a Harvard dropout and a charlatan but his death led to a heightened awareness of the danger of ingested radioactive material. Additionally, laws were created which increased the power of the FDA.
Eat shit. (Personally I think this is a side-eye at GMO cereal!)
This fishing shanty from straight out of your nightmares has the works. Rusted slap-shod hut, boats sunken into radioactive muck, and a shitter that makes you hear phantom pipe organ music over the pounding of your heartbeat. As you’re backing away, careful not to trip over the pile of six dead bodies; some fresh, some merely bones.
Genuine Orc crapper. Barely any privacy and I bet sleeping right behind it really stinks! But complaining doesn’t go over well in Orc households.
Valtheim Towers shitter. This bandit hideout is superb in so many ways. Plenty of sleeping space, a cookpot, and it spans the entire river via a sturdy, ancient stone bridge. And it even has a really nice shitter. But I don’t doubt these Raider idiots probably just dump the bucket contents into the river below, when they’re done. Possibly upstream? Well, they don’t have public education in Skyrim.
