Thread by @SuperNerdMike

Playing as the last low level member of a tribe of end game players who've abandoned Conan exiles but left their base behind for me to fuck around with while the whole thing slowly crumbles around me, gives me that kino Wall-E feel.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

I was initially signed on to harvest iron at the claws. It is an iron rich location, & a fair way away from the base. I had to build my character with massive encumberance to make the trip economical.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

It was also a dangerous trip full of mammoths & wolves., so they gave me tools I had no means to upkeep on my own, & a weapon from the end game, that I also would have trouble maintaining on my own. But I strode on.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

An hour's worth of work, & one of them could take me about to go finish portions of my journey. An hour's worth of work, while they spoke of war with the Quebecois, who had replaced the Chinese as hated cheaters of the worst kind.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

It was the same day, after day. Gather iron. Ferry it to the smelters before ferrying the ingots all back to base, then getting a bit of help touring about. I killed a giant sewer monster with their help. Good memories all around.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

Then the atmosphere changed. Our leader began speaking of hibernation, & storing away all our hard earned work in massive vaults, because of an approaching patch. He said they were worried about it breaking something.

I am the last & I will protect it.

Soon, one by one, all the high levels disappeared but one, our own lady who used her wiles (read, lady voice) to scout out the weak tribes who needed a reminder of our great glory. Everything had been moved to the vaults.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

It was at this point, she told me the truth: they weren't hibernating.

They quit the game.

The high levels, all of them, had been giving up on the it, due to the behaviour of the Quebecois, which sapped all the fun out of playing.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

Before she left, she let me have everything, & paid a great deal to our ally to help protect the northlands.

And then, using just wood, & stone, she created a massive town diorama, full of thermae, temples, trading posts, & stables.

I am the last, & I will protect it.

I am surrounded by weapons meant to kill gods, armor able to ablate dragon bites, & tools able to harvest the abyssal remains of long flung stars.

And with none of the means to recreate, let alone maintain any of this.

I am the last, & I will protect it.