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Klov, don't you want to die and order a monument from us?

Yeah, sure, LOL.

That'll be twenty pieces. We'll kill you for free.

Don't you know what "chunks" are? Well, you're a total noob and lol.

Twenty thousand rubles.

why is it so expensive?
okay, then let's go with a small monument. A figurine! 20 cm tall. And the "death" should be free.

Okay, then we’ll put a cobblestone with your picture on it, for a thousand.

okay, fine. I'll give money to the assassins who come to kill me.

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You're giving me the blues, I'm going to go to sleep, and the assassins will be here to get me, the money is under the pillow.

- MODERATOR! MODERATOR! THIS CHEATER IS LOSING! MODERATOR! GO AND GIVE HIM POINTS, I'M NOT GOING TO SIT HERE WITH HIM!
- No, I didn't lose. I brought you something to discuss! People used to discuss everything on Hv! This is a discussion, it's an interesting discussion!
- MODERATOR!
- The topic will lose its relevance!
- MODERATOR, GO AND GIVE HIM POINTS!
- The topic will lose its relevance!
- GO TO THE TOURNAMENT, QUICKLY! SO THAT IN FIVE WEEKS HE HAS A MEDAL IN HIS PROFILE, OTHERWISE I'LL... DOWNVOTE YOU WITH THESE HANDS, GOT IT?!
- Well, I brought you something to discuss, as a person, I brought you something to discuss...
- REMOVE THE LINK! REMOVE THIS PASTE FROM HERE!

- Okay, what's going on here? Let's go to the ban. - HE LOST!
- Go to the ban! For three days!
- HE LOST!
- Go to the ban!
- AND FIG YOU! FIG YOU!
- Go! Go! Go to the ban! For three days! Go to the ban!

Has anyone played Panzar? It's quite a brutal game.

Oh no, no. This is utterly impossible! If I somehow managed to endure these almost monstrous torments last night, then now I feel how my fragile psyche, already flawed and with some ugly imperfections, begins to break with a dull sound, like a fist hitting the bed, driven by my growing, but alas, completely powerless and meaningless anger. If you ever catch even a hint of Klov's intention to go to sleep without spending the whole night on a forum, in ICQ, playing a computer game, or engaging in any other exhausting activity, immediately stop this madness, because it is turning, as I want to say, into a very nightmarish dream, but in reality, it's just a dull and boring insomnia, which is even more nightmarish than, for example, similar dreams before waking up on a day that is supposed to bring a lot of joy and variety. How can one not hate such a temperature in the room, when the blanket makes the body cry with sweat, but the cold, crawling like spiders on the bare back and legs, completely deprives the mind of any chance to rest and envelop the consciousness with the long-awaited night? Why do the eyes start to slyly close when reading a book and betray you at the very moment when, putting aside that small world that bored you to yawns, you naively hope to immediately fall into sweet oblivion? And then you lie there, bound by your own quick-witted thought, unable to break these bonds and imperceptibly gain freedom.
I'm going to go play some stupid computer game.

Don't whine, overcome the inconveniences.

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Miscellaneous If a "stalemate" situation occurs in battle, the attacking player must retreat. For example: the attacker has 100 gnomes left during the battle, and the defending hero has 1 fly. And 100 gnomes cannot catch the fly. In this case, the attacker with 100 gnomes must retreat (or pay a ransom). If someone is wearing "war shackles," you need to load the last save, repeat all the moves exactly as they were made before this battle, disband the troops that were killed during this battle. Then, the player(s) wearing the shackles must remove them, the attacker must attack, and then retreat/pay a ransom.

Klov, what an epic post! Morni, I'm amazed by this rule myself, even though I've played online a lot.

That’s what those dwarves deserve.

when you play with your brother, you'll end up retreating with your own army because the losses will be greater, and you don't want to upset him prematurely.

I was gone for only a couple of days, and already people are getting killed.

I almost killed myself tonight. I tried to fall asleep by repeatedly hitting my head against the wall and failed. I finally fell asleep around five in the morning, and slept like a restless undead creature that Mortulus is about to raise for some nefarious purpose.

But in the fifth game, something like that will never happen; the hero will swat a fly with his mighty hand, and voilà! But in general, the idea is to declare a draw and send both heroes to the tavern.