As a Creator, my heart goes out to the those avatars of clockwork and porcelain and stitches and rags! Two of my children, Ari and Alan, were powered by springs, and would easily fit under the definition of "doll" which is now under so much criticism! In fact *all* of my creations could ostensibly fall into that category.
The mob will always seek to destroy what they do not understand.
Dolls of Second Life, I offer you refuge at the Bloodwing Foundation. Any deluded Mainlander who dares to follow you to my doorstep shall be dealt with harshly. All I ask in return is you help keep the place tidy.
I will leave a tea set on the dining room table for your arrival.