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We need to decide whether the Sword crossed paths with Jinno or not, and we only have a couple of minutes before the forum goes down...🤣

- I don't have any Sordons at my disposal. But I have quite a few humans. But if you have a couple of acquaintances, you can bring them along... - Jingo said to the elf before going to get supplies.

- By the way, we exist! What would you do without us, humans? You would have disappeared long ago...

A couple of minutes before the forum goes down, we need to decide whether the sword crossed paths with Djinn or not...🤣

It got through, would you believe it... While I was writing, the forum froze at 18:00, but the post still managed to slip through somehow... Has anyone messaged the admin?

The wheel turns... in an endless cycle of rebirths... this is not a forum, it is a model of the universe!

Uh-huh... It departs precisely at xx hours 00 minutes and comes back to life precisely at xx hours 35 minutes. I've never seen anything like it before...

I will write.

To complete the picture, the forum's uptime should also decrease with each cycle, steadily bringing us closer to oblivion...

By the way, can I get a second pickaxe for free? For my assistant.

Can you?

Everything here is free. ARANDOR, didn't you read the first page?!

The creator wrote that he hasn't received any notifications about access problems. He will restart the server.

The creator wrote that he hadn't received any notifications about access issues. He will restart the server.

19:00 has passed, and the forum is working... Hooray! It seems it helped...

The forum is back to life.

- Oh, - slapping himself on the cheeks, Chernika jumps out of the spring, breathing heavily. - Yes, I... I need to rest a little...
He fans himself with his hands.
- You girls are strange... but fun. Maybe we'll meet again.
He will sit for a while, recovering, before the long and tiring descent.

***

On the way to the canteen, the warrior reflected on the sometimes cruel nature of life. How is it that all the locals live in complete harmony with themselves and the world around them, while every person you meet is either a cripple or a mutant. The question was rhetorical, and the answer was "obvious" - they are outsiders here. Neither he nor anyone else has any proof, but how else to explain such poor adaptability. How many more generations must pass before people can settle in Ikazkan, and will they ever be able to? It is unlikely that their disfigured appearance will create any stronger continuity; it is more likely that they will either become completely extinct or gradually degenerate into savage troglodytes. It is understandable why some are trying to escape from here.

And, no matter how welcoming this society may seem, when you look at individual people, you can feel the ambition in them, which they have no way to apply. That very human nature that forces him to grab - power, wealth, knowledge, might, and anything else - and here they are deprived of the opportunity to do so. A slightly paradoxical situation, but one that is openly observed.
What Ukon wanted was simply to die beautifully, with a weapon in his hands, and not in bed, coughing up blood from the illness that had finally broken his body. As long as he could remember, life had never made him particularly happy.
- "Welcome to hell," he muttered, remembering the words of Crushed Tomato.

He stops, thinks about something for a while, and then, having made up his mind, turns in the direction of the collectors' den.

- Here. Our ancestress.

Taking another pickaxe, we head to the sector with stones.

Who wants to take the wood? There's only 1 activity left, and I'm not sure if we should spend it.