Joburg-on-the-moor seethed and thrashed. Players flocked to the city from all sides. Clan members and individuals, donors and hard workers, paladins and bandits. On this day, on the day of the Premiere, the administration declared the Great Truce. And so that the words do not remain a purely “declaration of intent,” the possibility of receiving or causing damage and committing theft was programmatically prohibited for twelve hours in the cities selected for the Premiere. PeKashniks with crimson-scarlet nicknames wandered around the city like children in a candy museum, and every minute annoyed the guards with stupid questions. And when they, with a polite smile, explained for the thousandth time how to get to the library, the murderers and robbers enthusiastically slapped their knees and cackled joyfully: “No, Khmyr700, did you see that?” I have +10000 turnip with him! Brotherly love, motherfucker! I have! With him!... Hmm... Dear guard, where is the nearest jewelry store? Yeah thanks. We'll go then... And all the best to you. And to you!..Breaking the pattern and exploding the brain!