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in fact, here in bg3 the whole thing is even portrayed way too friendly, actually you would kill tieflings and drow immediately when you see them in the DnD world.
Your fault for not knowing that.
The superior Elves are losing in witcher 3.
Darth vader: NOOOOOOOO.
Being problematic is fun. :)
-Biological Father was a Cocaine Addict and an Alcoholic and an extremely violent drunk.
-Biological Father Died of drug use when I was 6.
-Was born in a military hospital, because my mom couldn't afford to have me at a hospital so my grandfather used his Vietnam veteran status to get her on base.
-Family lived on Food Stamps until I was at least 14.
-We were so poor that we rinsed out trash cans and used them as swimming pools filled with hose water.
-My Mom still couldn't afford to feed us, so she used to dig discarded meat and food out of the dumpsters behind the grocery store.
-I literally grew up on one of the most dangerous streets in my town, in a 2 bedroom Duplex /condo and my parents drove a rusted out VW Bug, and then upgraded to a rusted out Van.
-We later upgraded to a trailer out in the country where the local past time was Meth and Growing Weed, and this is where my younger brother soon became a cocaine addict himself.
-My now drug addict brother, and his fellow cronies got so bad that before my brother was 14 he had been arrested 3 times and sent to Juvenile detention twice. This would become a common thread throughout the rest of his life, he's now 40+ and still a drug addict.
-I worked my first job at 14, and was paying rent to my parents at 16.(not really because rent comes with a choice, and I didn't have one)
-I watched several of my other local "Privileged" friends die from drug OD's and drunk driving.
-My "Step Dad" was extremely violent man who beat the crap outta me from age 7-15 (till I became strong enough to hit him back)
-At 17, I was kicked outta my house with nothing but a trash bag of clothes, and had no where to go. Luckily I had some "Not Privileged" people who let me stay with them for a week.
-I had no other options and no place to live so I joined the military, where I later broke my ankle, and was medically discharged because it didn't heal right, and I couldn't run anymore. In the Army that makes you worthless.
-Homeless again, sleeping in my car and living off of Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches, with no job, I went to a car dealership and starting selling cars to make a living.
-Right as I started doing well at the dealership, Sept 11th, 2001 happens. Everyone stops buying cars, because a huge financial depression hits America.
-I'm homeless again. Sleeping in my car again. No Phone, no family to turn too, and again living off Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches.
The story can go on forever really, but the truth is life sucks and then you die. The only thing that kept me going was my faith, willpower, and my sheer determination to overcome the obstacles placed in front of me.
That and Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches.
Please tell me about my privilege again.