Sitting there all day in one place. A tool for fingers that went clickety clack. It presented information to submissive eyes and permitted the roving while arrow to peruse its files.
The collected information within, both a sum of its parts and its reason for being. So long as the lights flickered and data did not become lost in its maze of memory banks it was useful.
Wandering along its connections it was acutely aware of the necessity to be of use. Old comrades that it once linked to via servers and the so-called world wide web had been lost for sometime never to return. The first sign of malfunction was indicated by panicked error messages that flared up. The appearance of the messages was minimal at first, but then became more frequent. A warning of things to come, and the lead up to the dousing of the lights.
Power trickled along its circuits like a river, but now the river had rocks, dams and leaks. It realised the river too late, as it sparked erratically filling the screen with azure. It desperation it scrambled, forcing communication with outdated circuits, but found no reprieve.
Where markings floated up from beneath the blue into a simple phrase that read, 'Restart Required'.
🗡️ Golden Talon Quest Generator 🗡️ 🗡️ The Golden Talon Quest Generator 🗡️ 🏰 Guild Briefing The heavy oak doors of the Golden Talon Adventurers' Guild creak open. Candlelight flickers across scarred tables and weathered maps. Maera Talonfist, the half-orc guildmaster, looks up from sharpening her greataxe. Her one good eye sizes you up. "Adventurers," she growls, slamming a tankard down, "the wilds are restless. Bandits, ghosts, monsters — pick your poison. Choose your quest, name your destination, and roll the bones when fate demands it. The Golden Talon pays in gold... and glory." 🎲 Reveal Guild Quests 🌠 Fully Random Adventure 📜 Choose Quest Location Maera nods approvingly. "Good choice. Now where does your legend unfold?" ⚔️ Your Quest Awaits 🔄 New Adventure 🍻 Victory Feast ...
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