Talk:The Secret of the Lamps/@comment-38998704-20190702005614

At SmSt central all hell is breaking loose. Everyone has vacated the office preferring to work from their squatted cafés dungeons. The dominant voice declares that the noisy, demanding veterans are all to killed off -- burning off both greater and lesser accumulated wealth for crumbs. There is a desperate cry for a fix, but good ideas for a creative fix are few and far between. When one of the crew does come back to the morning meeting with a piece of cleverness, it is inevitably encrusted with bugs.

The suspicion is that everyone of you who uses the forum, will never again use any money; so listening to your cries about eternal darkness, the non-payment of awards, and the general crumbling of imperfect systems which were at least stabile for two years. The Curse of the Guardians.