Dear Diary,
New Cycle! We’re all elf princesses! I think just about all the players decided to be elf princesses this cycle. I only saw like one guy on Floor 1.
And yes, we’re all wearing the special golden bikini. I’m also wearing a chainmail skirt! It jingles when I walk, it’s fun. Via spent like five hours hooking chainmail squares together, and she now has an ankle-length chainmail circle skirt. It looks so fun to spin around in, but she won’t let me borrow it. The basic default chainmail skirt is straight, and only goes to my knees, so it doesn’t spin good at all.
Wait, the duplication spell is a thing.
Be right back.
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Admin 5 sat on the grass in her park, surrounded by ducklings.
“Ok, we’re all in agreement?” she asked. “This river system works?”
They all chirped.
“Good. So, zooming out, how will this system affect the ocean?”
She hit the Play button. On the screen, fresh water poured out of the river into a saltwater ocean. At year ten a delta was forming, but there wasn’t any major change to ocean currents.
Admin 5 nodded, paused the simulation, and went back to the design screen. She drew in a delta, adjusting the code to put islands in areas where the current would be strongest. As long as a delta was going to exist anyway, she might as well disrupt the river’s current enough to not have it shoot directly into the ocean.
“How does that look?” she finally asked the ducklings.
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They chirped and squeaked.
“Thank you.”
She hit Play again, and watched the river system flow. At year twenty-five, nothing major had changed.
“Perfect.”
She saved the system, locked it into place, and messaged the Director to tell her the final river system was set.
After a few seconds, she got a reply back.
From: The Director To: Admin 5 Subject: Continent 5 Rivers
Excellent work!
Make sure all your plants are happy, then add in a hundred more types of trees and two hundred more bush types. A dozen vines, too.
Thank you for your work,
Director
Admin 5 groaned. Last time it had only been fifty new types of trees and grasses.
The ducklings squeaked.
“Trees are going to be the death of me,” she told them, summoning a botany book.
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Admin 3 cursed, watching the ocean current change again. He couldn’t get the seasonal change to stop affecting the ocean.
He pulled up the design screen and drew a big, deep X into the middle of his plain. Then he went back to the simulation and hit Play.
At year three the whole plain flooded and a bunch of plant life died. The ocean was good, though.
He went back to the design screen and undid the X. And paused. What if he made two giant canyons?
He replaced the X, making it deeper and deeper until an error box appeared, warning he was about to dig through the planet's crust. After putting a few layers of rock back on, he went to the simulation.
It worked. It was stupid and obviously designed in a temper tantrum, but it worked. Ocean currents remained the same.
Feeling both proud and ashamed, he messaged the Director that all his rivers were done.
She told him to make more plants. He banged his head into the keyboard.
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Admin 6 grumbled, wondering if anyone would catch it if he copied a bush eighty times over, giving each one a slightly different leaf color.
Emmy looked up from a book. “Problems?”
“I know planets need millions of types of foliage, but why do I have to be the one who thinks them up?” he muttered.
She tilted her head, tapping her foot. “You know Seb? A kobold? He used to be a botanist.”
Admin 6 sat up straight. “Emmy, I could kiss you.”
She smirked. “I would allow that.”