Com by  rondonu

One year ago, on the 13th of october, wow's shadowlands prepatch released. It was replicating the wrath of the lich king prepatch event, a moment in my wow career that I remember as one of the worst times ever... and this time it was no better, pvp forced on in the cities, the world bosses were crap, and after everything that had happened over the last half decade, including being told I had to change client to update my addons again, I flew down into the mountains of icecrown and logged off there. That was the last time I was ever online in wow retail. After that, I did classic here and there, but didn't log in for months. Then in march, I learned that my sub didn't auto renew, and it was either because I had changed my battlenet mail, or because they changed the sub prices. Don't know, don't care, I've quit wow and I'm never coming back. Not after having had the epiphany that it was wow that was the SOURCE of my depression and shift in personality!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3sJ79C1Zyo

In canon, Redictor when she landed, she took off all of her amor and accessories and threw them to the side, buried her swords in the ground, and then just... sat down. She was so tired, exhausted from how bad things had gotten, in gameplay, community and story. She just couldn't take it anymore, and so put herself in solitude, not even reacting if she happened to see someone fly by. All the while, she was plagued by the memories of her adventures.

Redictor had lived a long life, the world gradually chipping away at her mental fortitude, and while she tried to distance herself mentally and stop caring, eventually it all hit her. All of it at once... but she didn't feel any anger, no regret, no sadness, just apathy. She had long ago died a hero, being risen again as a death knight... but now, she was just sitting there, waiting for death. She didn't die a hero, she didn't die defending lives, she just had an ending to it.

For 10 months she sat there, never moving, no longer caring about the pain that icecrown's chill threw at her. Hell, being a frost death knight, that chill was nothing to her regardless. But, Redictor wanted out, she wanted death to take her for real, but with the story being so fucked up beyond repair, she knew what waited for her if she did die, and she didn't want something like that. After those 10 months, in the middle of august, she closed her eyes, accepting whatever would happen to her.

Right at that moment, an outside unknown force shoved Redictor out of that timeline, out from azeroth, and she was split into 2 new timelines. In one timeline, she woke up in a bed inside a motel in a world that had no war, nothing of the bullshit she had been through for so long... and she was now free, free to enjoy the rest of eternity as an immortal civilian. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34336026/
In the other, she dreamt of a man in black, and herself in a different form... then she woke up in said form, sitting in a carriage pulled by yellow giant chicken-like beings, heading towards a city called Ul'dah.



This is canonically the last moment Redictor spent in WoW.