The Blanketfort (crying and throwing up) - The Official Solas Thread [Spoilers]

Only sixty-five of our group made it to Halamshiral. Some gave up. Some got sick of the bulls**t, especially the little ones. Modbandits stalked us. Threaddad forgive me, I had to post memes. Another poster fought me for extra scraps of BioWare's attention. A few days later, I carried her for miles after her legs gave out. She died shivering in my arms.

I used to have a master, a game studio. He fed me well, never beat me, even taught me how to RP so I could play his games. But if he had some artistic integrity or an awesome button he wanted to test out, he'd get out his community managers, have the BioDrones tie me to a post, and carve furrows into my heart and wallet. I was so afraid. Every time, I was sure I would die. But at worst I'd have a meltdown on-forum, get bandaged up, and lie in a single thread too weak to move for days. The other slaves visited me in secret to survey the damage. I'd heal just enough before he needed blood again. That is why I traveled from the BioWare Forum to BSNuf with nothing but rags on my back.

That is why there were one hundred and five of us when we set out, all elven. That is why I fell to my knees and wept when we crossed through the gates of my new home, a fort for my people.