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Now, without displaying the build order, it's impossible to know how many buildings the base has already accumulated. 
(I was wrong, everything is okay).In his drunken ramblings, Rurek saw a terrible nightmare.
On a huge throne made of objects from the pictures, sat Rad-Dorian. On his forehead shone an overpowered crown, on his knees lay an overpowered hammer, and his body was protected by overpowered leather belts and overpowered black boots. Rad's face glowed with a smug superiority, and it's no wonder, because his throne was surrounded by naked beauties of all the peoples of Iczakan, and a little further away, hundreds of loyal servants were banging their heads against the stone floor in glory of the lord.
"This is the price. If you want to survive and never meet the Shadow again, kneel and pray to your new god, you wretches!" – that's what the great Rad once said.
Everyone in Iczakan is a slave to the lord. And as long as the lord is pleased, the Shadow is locked away and cannot kill anyone. This is the unnatural order of things. Glory to the great Rad! Glory to the master of the Dungeon! Our bodies and souls are yours forever! And all heretics and renegades...
...will be taken by Eresuk for experiments!
— A-a-a! — Rurek jumped up, instantly sobering up. — A... a... oh. Sorry. I had a nightmare. So, what's up? When are we going to attack the cheesemakers?
Oh, great self-indulgence! Why is this Rad so stuck in my head!
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