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[thirtybits]

It's starting to get cold. I heard the power was out for a long time last winter, so I'm trying to make things like gloves and scarves. If anyone in particular wants some, please let me know. Also, if there's anyone who could make cloaks or something else like that, it would be a good idea to do that.

I might as well say it now too, November 30th is Saint Andrew's Day, and I'd like to try to observe it. Assuming nothing prevents it from happening, I'll be preparing a feast on floor 25 on that day. Everyone's welcome to it.

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[terra_nullius]

Worse in what way?

[dear Judas, I'm so, so sorry]

[thirtybits]

Um, well...it's a consistent torture, all the time.

[terra_nullius]

That lines up with what people describe this place as being like, though the reality is a bit far from the description in that regard...

[Then as an afterthought]

I meant that as a joke. This text medium is difficult to express such things through.

[thirtybits]

[He laughs.]

You're telling me. Someone needs to invent the sarcastica font already.

[terra_nullius]

I suppose the only danger with such a thing is from people who would use nothing but all the time...