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SPECIAL EDITION
The City Won't Let Go: Current Cycle Extended to May 29
The season's final date is shifting. City administration has confirmed it: the cycle that was set to close on May 25 will hold on for another four days. The new endpoint โ May 29.
The reason isn't technical. The city won't settle down. According to the latest reports, something's brewing. Several major players have started making moves almost simultaneously โ moves that point to big changes ahead. Shutting the city down for a reset right now would mean cutting the story off at its most interesting moment.
Details next week. We'll share more as it comes in.
What this means for you, holder:
You've got +4 days for everything you didn't get to.
Builds, income, rankings โ all live through May 29 inclusive.
May 30โ31 โ transition period. Spoiler: this is when you'll choose your side in the conflict to come.
June 1 โ a fresh start, with new faces.
Staying on the situation.
The City Won't Let Go: Current Cycle Extended to May 29
The season's final date is shifting. City administration has confirmed it: the cycle that was set to close on May 25 will hold on for another four days. The new endpoint โ May 29.
The reason isn't technical. The city won't settle down. According to the latest reports, something's brewing. Several major players have started making moves almost simultaneously โ moves that point to big changes ahead. Shutting the city down for a reset right now would mean cutting the story off at its most interesting moment.
Details next week. We'll share more as it comes in.
What this means for you, holder:
You've got +4 days for everything you didn't get to.
Builds, income, rankings โ all live through May 29 inclusive.
May 30โ31 โ transition period. Spoiler: this is when you'll choose your side in the conflict to come.
June 1 โ a fresh start, with new faces.
Staying on the situation.
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Stand out everywhere you appear. In the rankings, on the leaderboards, and all across the simulation world โ add some flair to your holder, and no one will be able to look away!
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Stand out everywhere you appear. In the rankings, on the leaderboards, and all across the simulation world โ add some flair to your holder, and no one will be able to look away!
Drop a comment letting us know which frame is your favorite. Or share your ideas for future frames โ the best ones will make it into the game, and you'll be immortalized in the description as the one who inspired it!
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โก๏ธ LIVE FROM VELVET HILLS
The long table is being set again at the Esparza mansion. And we all know what that means.
Six months ago, Lorenzo "the Bear" Esparza dropped off the radar. No body was ever found. The family refused to hold a funeral. The rumors are still making the rounds โ somebody swore they spotted the Bear on a yacht off the coast of Cuba, cigar in hand, watching the sunset.
Either way, the clan went to ground. No gatherings, no comments, not a single word to the press. The whole city has been waiting to see who'd take the old man's affairs into their own hands.
Today, we got our answer.
At the head of the table sits his youngest daughter. Lucรญa Esparza. The last time anyone saw her was years ago โ a little girl in black at her mother's funeral. Not a single photo since. The family kept her well out of the spotlight.
Kept. Past tense.
Looks like today the little princess becomes a queen.
We'll keep you posted.
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The long table is being set again at the Esparza mansion. And we all know what that means.
Six months ago, Lorenzo "the Bear" Esparza dropped off the radar. No body was ever found. The family refused to hold a funeral. The rumors are still making the rounds โ somebody swore they spotted the Bear on a yacht off the coast of Cuba, cigar in hand, watching the sunset.
Either way, the clan went to ground. No gatherings, no comments, not a single word to the press. The whole city has been waiting to see who'd take the old man's affairs into their own hands.
Today, we got our answer.
At the head of the table sits his youngest daughter. Lucรญa Esparza. The last time anyone saw her was years ago โ a little girl in black at her mother's funeral. Not a single photo since. The family kept her well out of the spotlight.
Kept. Past tense.
Looks like today the little princess becomes a queen.
We'll keep you posted.
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๐ด TROUBLE IN COAST GROVE
Police are losing control of the district
A unit rolled into Coast Grove this morning โ just a routine patrol check. By midday, there was nothing "routine" left.
A car burning at the entrance, storefronts smashed in, streets barricaded. Residents poured out and refuse to go home, while the cops crouch behind the hoods of their cruisers.
The active phase is over. But it ended strangely. The police aren't trying to enter the district anymore. At all. The cars have pulled out, patrols circle the "perimeter," and the precinct won't comment.
Coast Grove is looking more and more like a state within a state. And this state has its own president.
Everyone we spoke to on the streets repeats the same name โ Caesar. Around here, everybody knows him. This is where he grew up, this is where he's respected. And judging by today, nobody else is needed to keep order here.
Coast Grove plays by its own rules now. And when something happens in the district โ nobody dials 911.
We'll keep you posted.
Police are losing control of the district
A unit rolled into Coast Grove this morning โ just a routine patrol check. By midday, there was nothing "routine" left.
A car burning at the entrance, storefronts smashed in, streets barricaded. Residents poured out and refuse to go home, while the cops crouch behind the hoods of their cruisers.
The active phase is over. But it ended strangely. The police aren't trying to enter the district anymore. At all. The cars have pulled out, patrols circle the "perimeter," and the precinct won't comment.
Coast Grove is looking more and more like a state within a state. And this state has its own president.
Everyone we spoke to on the streets repeats the same name โ Caesar. Around here, everybody knows him. This is where he grew up, this is where he's respected. And judging by today, nobody else is needed to keep order here.
Coast Grove plays by its own rules now. And when something happens in the district โ nobody dials 911.
We'll keep you posted.
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๐ AETHER IO LANDS 90% OF THE CITY'S CONSTRUCTION CONTRACTS
Nine out of ten building tenders this past quarter went to a single player. Analysts say it's the first time anything like this has happened.
On paper, it's all clean. Bids filed on time, competitive pricing, paperwork in order. There's nothing to pin on AETHER IO. Off the record, competitors are calling it "impossible."
Three mid-sized developers who lost three tenders in a row to AETHER IO have all declared bankruptcy in the past month. Coincidence? Maybe. But the coincidences are starting to pile up suspiciously fast.
Then there's the question of what's actually been built. On the books: dozens of projects completed and paid for. At the addresses: empty lots, half-finished shells, sometimes nothing at all. The corporation's response is that "construction is proceeding on schedule."
Behind all of it, one name. Zoe Kashin. CEO, 28. Gives no interviews, makes no appearances, issues no statements. Little is known about her. Everything is known about her results.
AETHER IO doesn't build for the city anymore. AETHER IO is the city.
We'll keep you posted.
Nine out of ten building tenders this past quarter went to a single player. Analysts say it's the first time anything like this has happened.
On paper, it's all clean. Bids filed on time, competitive pricing, paperwork in order. There's nothing to pin on AETHER IO. Off the record, competitors are calling it "impossible."
Three mid-sized developers who lost three tenders in a row to AETHER IO have all declared bankruptcy in the past month. Coincidence? Maybe. But the coincidences are starting to pile up suspiciously fast.
Then there's the question of what's actually been built. On the books: dozens of projects completed and paid for. At the addresses: empty lots, half-finished shells, sometimes nothing at all. The corporation's response is that "construction is proceeding on schedule."
Behind all of it, one name. Zoe Kashin. CEO, 28. Gives no interviews, makes no appearances, issues no statements. Little is known about her. Everything is known about her results.
AETHER IO doesn't build for the city anymore. AETHER IO is the city.
We'll keep you posted.
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๐ฉบ "THEY REMEMBER NOTHING, BUT THEY KNOW EVERYTHING"
What's going on inside the Sim-Genetics clinic?
Over the past month, the city has logged a hundred and twenty-three cases in which successful, well-off residents suddenly walk away from their jobs, sign their assets over to trustees, and move into a small building on the outskirts. Every one of them has the same clinic in their medical file. All of them โ patients of Sim-Genetics.
Relatives are sounding the alarm. Lawyers are throwing up their hands. It was all done voluntarily, of sound mind, the paperwork flawless. The police have opened an inquiry. So far they haven't gotten to the bottom of it. The few who've managed a brief word with the "patients" all report roughly the same thing. They talk normally, but they're eerily calm. They claim they've finally "seen the system" and "realized it's all a simulation." What the "system" is, none of them will say.
Behind the clinic stands a coalition of scientists. They call it a research project for the "universal liberation from the chains of the simulation." Outsiders call it a cult. On paper, Sim-Genetics studies "the nature of how we perceive reality." In practice, their following keeps growing โ along with funding that nobody has really been able to trace.
One man runs the project. Dr. Pyotr Dovlatov. A former neurophysiologist. We haven't been able to reach him yet, and he speaks only with those who come to him on their own. After those conversations, by all accounts, no one walks away the same.
The doctor doesn't heal anymore. The doctor reflashes.
We'll keep you posted.
What's going on inside the Sim-Genetics clinic?
Over the past month, the city has logged a hundred and twenty-three cases in which successful, well-off residents suddenly walk away from their jobs, sign their assets over to trustees, and move into a small building on the outskirts. Every one of them has the same clinic in their medical file. All of them โ patients of Sim-Genetics.
Relatives are sounding the alarm. Lawyers are throwing up their hands. It was all done voluntarily, of sound mind, the paperwork flawless. The police have opened an inquiry. So far they haven't gotten to the bottom of it. The few who've managed a brief word with the "patients" all report roughly the same thing. They talk normally, but they're eerily calm. They claim they've finally "seen the system" and "realized it's all a simulation." What the "system" is, none of them will say.
Behind the clinic stands a coalition of scientists. They call it a research project for the "universal liberation from the chains of the simulation." Outsiders call it a cult. On paper, Sim-Genetics studies "the nature of how we perceive reality." In practice, their following keeps growing โ along with funding that nobody has really been able to trace.
One man runs the project. Dr. Pyotr Dovlatov. A former neurophysiologist. We haven't been able to reach him yet, and he speaks only with those who come to him on their own. After those conversations, by all accounts, no one walks away the same.
The doctor doesn't heal anymore. The doctor reflashes.
We'll keep you posted.
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๐ฎ Fortune Teller
Velvet curtain, candle smoke, cards on the table. Look deep enough into the crystal ball and it looks back. Every tarot card is an answer, the question is whether you want to hear it. Purple sand in the hourglass shows how little time is left. In Miami even destiny has a price.
The final collection of the season. "Fortune Teller" is live.
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Velvet curtain, candle smoke, cards on the table. Look deep enough into the crystal ball and it looks back. Every tarot card is an answer, the question is whether you want to hear it. Purple sand in the hourglass shows how little time is left. In Miami even destiny has a price.
The final collection of the season. "Fortune Teller" is live.
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๐ BIG CHANGES ARE COMING TO THE CITY
Four broadcasts today. Each one its own story. The Esparza mansion. Coast Grove. AETHER IO. Sim-Genetics.
Lay them side by side, and it becomes obvious: these aren't four stories. They're one.
The city is being carved up. Four powers, four districts, four leaders. And not one of them intends to back down. Starting tomorrow, we dig deeper โ who they are, what drives them, and how much weight each one carries in a city that's still, for now, ours.
Today you saw the four of them. This week, you'll come to know them.
Four broadcasts today. Each one its own story. The Esparza mansion. Coast Grove. AETHER IO. Sim-Genetics.
Lay them side by side, and it becomes obvious: these aren't four stories. They're one.
The city is being carved up. Four powers, four districts, four leaders. And not one of them intends to back down. Starting tomorrow, we dig deeper โ who they are, what drives them, and how much weight each one carries in a city that's still, for now, ours.
Today you saw the four of them. This week, you'll come to know them.
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๐ THE ESPARZA CASE
Evening. The precinct. Four files on the desk, untouched for years. Esparza. Coast Grove. AETHER IO. Sim-Genetics.
"You think the clan's back? Without the Bear they all scattered. So why set the long table now?"
His partner thumbs through the reports.
"Sons dead or locked up. Eldest daughter married off long ago. That leaves one."
"Don't tell me... Lucรญa?"
A Polaroid. The Cรดte d'Azur, 1998. A little girl holding her mother's hands. Less than a year before the mother vanished.
"Every monster was a child once."
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A knock. An envelope sealed with wax. Photos from last night's gathering.
The long table. Candles. A fur wrap. Dark eyes straight into the lens โ like she wanted to be seen.
"Other people's kids grow up fast," the detective says, pinning the photo to the board. "We've got a new queen."
His partner runs a finger along the red thread from Lucรญa to her father.
"She's spent her whole life getting ready for this. And there are others, you know. With plenty of their own to fight over."
In the mansion up on Velvet Hills, someone pours a second glass.
Evening. The precinct. Four files on the desk, untouched for years. Esparza. Coast Grove. AETHER IO. Sim-Genetics.
"You think the clan's back? Without the Bear they all scattered. So why set the long table now?"
His partner thumbs through the reports.
"Sons dead or locked up. Eldest daughter married off long ago. That leaves one."
"Don't tell me... Lucรญa?"
A Polaroid. The Cรดte d'Azur, 1998. A little girl holding her mother's hands. Less than a year before the mother vanished.
"Every monster was a child once."
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A knock. An envelope sealed with wax. Photos from last night's gathering.
The long table. Candles. A fur wrap. Dark eyes straight into the lens โ like she wanted to be seen.
"Other people's kids grow up fast," the detective says, pinning the photo to the board. "We've got a new queen."
His partner runs a finger along the red thread from Lucรญa to her father.
"She's spent her whole life getting ready for this. And there are others, you know. With plenty of their own to fight over."
In the mansion up on Velvet Hills, someone pours a second glass.
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๐ค "Papa taught me two things..."
My name is Lucรญa Esparza. I'm the youngest daughter of Lorenzo "the Bear" Esparza, and I've taken up what he left behind โ to make it grow.
Men ran this clan for a long time, and now, among the contenders for my father's place, not one is left. So I'm taking the power into my own hands.
Papa taught me two things. The first โ never raise your voice. The second โ what happens when I raise it anyway.
I don't care for loud people. I don't care for cheap luxury. I don't care for hypocrisy. I love long evenings, long silences, and those who are in no hurry to answer.
I stand above most of the men in this city. Sometimes figuratively. More often, literally.
It won't be loud with me. It will be right. Family first โ and family's word is law โ then respect.
Dinner is at eight. We don't wait for those who are late.
โ Lucรญa Esparza
My name is Lucรญa Esparza. I'm the youngest daughter of Lorenzo "the Bear" Esparza, and I've taken up what he left behind โ to make it grow.
Men ran this clan for a long time, and now, among the contenders for my father's place, not one is left. So I'm taking the power into my own hands.
Papa taught me two things. The first โ never raise your voice. The second โ what happens when I raise it anyway.
I don't care for loud people. I don't care for cheap luxury. I don't care for hypocrisy. I love long evenings, long silences, and those who are in no hurry to answer.
I stand above most of the men in this city. Sometimes figuratively. More often, literally.
It won't be loud with me. It will be right. Family first โ and family's word is law โ then respect.
Dinner is at eight. We don't wait for those who are late.
โ Lucรญa Esparza
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๐ TON turns 5!
Holders, the TON network is 5 years old today. Proud to be part of this ecosystem. Happy birthday, TON. The best is yet to come.
Holders, the TON network is 5 years old today. Proud to be part of this ecosystem. Happy birthday, TON. The best is yet to come.
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