Dragonage3ftw

Elphelt happily entered the ArcSys California building, beaming as she did so. Finally. She was back. She was back to titular and entertain neckbeards in their basement. To bring smiles to all the little boys and girls. To give people migraines via her insane shotgun rushdown game. Elphelt was humming Fat Bottom Girls to herself on the elevator as he went to the top floor. She’d gotten into rock music a little. She hoped people wouldn’t mind. Certainly they wouldn’t warp her whole personality. The elevator door opened. Elphelt stepped into the light. It was time for a new beginning. Elphelt saw that all her friends had changed-she was hoping for a husband. Or maybe a boob job. Honestly, both would’ve been great in her book. Elphelt stepped into the weird, lab-like room. “Boy, game development sure has gotten much more…scientific in the years I was gone.” Elphelt remarked. It make sense to her. Budgets had gotten higher over the years-you couldn’t experiment as much as you used