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♫ Malinger’s Eldorado ♫
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I enter the corridor that other wanderers before me have chowed into the mountain of rice pudding. Side passages branch off, but I scurry along the main tunnel, trying to outpace the viscous mess slowly oozing down.
Once I make it to the other side of the mountain, a fantastic world unfolds before me. I always thought it was just a fairy tale: the land where roasted pigeons fly right into your mouth and a quick “Psst!” makes fish leap into your hand. But it’s real! Around every house is a fence woven from bratwurst, you get a guilder for every hour you sleep, and yawning earns you a double thaler on top!
Still, as much as I wander around searching, I can’t find a single hotspot. Not even a modem connection can be found. When it comes to tech, this place is a real backwater—or back-mountain, if you will. Well, back I go, I guess. Hopefully, the tunnel through the rice pudding is still passable.
Cockayne: 