Shatter

so you're on the Alaskan border thingamajig. that makes it VERY easy.

I dunno if any 17th Sharders even live in my city. Would be nice if there were.

there are 149 cities which hold 70% of the population and are 2% of the Alaskan landmass.

move me to 45.20, -78.25 (I'm TheShatteredCosmere so you can change the label too.)

I can assure you I live nowhere near you

If you know where to look and for the many hints. Also like 12 sharders know my city.

It's much easier to find me tbh

Helldivers 2, some Arma Reforger, some No Man's Sky etc. no D&D yet

mmm. let go unless yer gonna eat it. that's my rule. doesn't make much sense any other way, in any case. i've caught only one fish that i didn't release and that's because it was a chonk trout that I cooked.

yes. I won for... seven days? That's a new record for me.

Ryn swiped down his list. “Ah kriff. I'll run back to get some. Rio can bring the crates to you.” Ryn looked at Rio and nodded at the crates. Ryn started back to the market.

get someone who does economics to do it for you. btw it's so much more painful when you're dealing with a single civilization-spanning state for all of humanity set around 500 years into the future. and where people live to like 140 and stay young till about 80. what makes it easier and harder is that humanity has like 4 systems settled. and like 7 planets/moons that are inhabited and produce stuff. *painful noises* my suffering knows no end I also do not know anyone in economics

Ryn adjusted the strap on his satchel and turned toward the market district, gesturing for Rio to follow. The streets of Zalxuc City were alive with the cries of merchants advertising their wares and the constant movement of cargo droids weaving through the crowds. Ryn kept a steady pace, glancing over his shoulder every so often to make sure Rio was still with him. Ryn hated this planet. Too hot and muggy for his tastes. Their first stop was a provisions stall. Ryn picked up the essentials: mostly ration packs, dried fruit, preserved meats, some fresh vegetables that would last a few days, a few bags of caf, bottled water, and a handful of spices. Nothing exciting, but enough to keep the Grey Wake supplied for a while. After paying, he loaded the crates onto a rented cargo trolley and headed toward the spaceport's fueling depot. At the depot, Ryn flagged down a fueling attendant. The attendant connected the fuel lines, and Ryn authorized the transfer from his cred account, watching the display until the tanks were topped off. With their supplies secured and the Grey Wake refuelled, Ryn rested a hand on the trolley's handle and glanced over at Rio. “Should keep us for a bit.” He tapped his comlink. “Aerith. Voss here. We're almost back to the Grey Wake. The ship should be refuelled. We have some crates of provisions to be loaded up.”

all things balance out in the end. when he dies, that money will be split up a lot.

*sad shatter*