Brutalist

Thank you so much Shimarin I don't have that issue anymore. I had gotten so used to the error that I forgot how great it feels when it loads right away. My 2 friends who said they had the same problem haven't replied yet. I know they play on mobile phones, but I'm not sure which model. Either way, I'll let them know about this solution, and of course, you get all the credit

Device Model: Motorola Moto G22 OS versión: Android 12 Processor: MediaTek Helio G37 RAM: 4 GB Storage Available: 32 GB free Rooted: No I downloaded the game from the Google Play Store

I forgot to mention that the cancel button also freezes. I take full responsibility for not reporting this during the first few days it started happening

As you can see in the video, the loading screen actually loads (you can tell by that animation) but eventually, it freezes and stays frozen for a considerable amount of seconds or minutes. I should clarify that neither the game nor my phone's system freezes, as I can still hear the music and I can exit the app without any issue. • It happens on all loading screens in the game. • In the worst cases, it takes up to 3–4 minutes in total to actually start playing. • The amount of time it stays frozen varies every time I open the game. •Sometimes, on rare occasions, only one loading screen freezes instead of both. •At least one loading screen always freezes. •It started late last month or early this month; I can't give an exact date. • I've never had this problem before. • I asked 10 friends if they were experiencing this issue, and only 2 said yes. 2026_07_29_09_36_21~2.mp4 This bug is driving me crazy, please fix it

Why do I have to go through all the standard emojis to reach the Warspear ones? The search feature is useless to me because the titles are in Russian. Please restore the previous window so we can access the main page directly. Furthermore, why do I now need to click on my profile twice just to view it?

Gzz

I have to admit that this contest became one of my favorites; in fact, I would love to keep exploring the vision of my skeletons in the stories channel Congratulations to te winners!

Today is the day

В течение тех минут подготовки перед началом войны на второй карте, скелет укрывается в своём разуме, отдыхая и ценя красоту жизни. Иллюстрация, которую я сделал для конкурса историй, думаю, этим стоило поделиться.

Всегда приятно, когда ты добавляешь свои рисунки в историю. Удачи в конкурсе!

Знаешь, я тоже задаюсь этим вопросом. Независимо от результата, я довольно сильно горжусь тем, что написал.

Этот переход очень хорош Мне нравится это украшение с буквицей, имитирующее средневековую рукопись

RESPECTED DEVELOPERS, DO IT

Finally, my work has come to light. I hope you like it! This is important!

I'm doing everything I can to keep from losing my mind watching time tick away, especially since I still need to illustrate the key moments of my unfinished story in pixel art. Sure, AI would take a lot of work off my plate but honestly, it feels humiliating to let AI tell your own story

Incipit: Totem (Here Beggineth...) Lost. I was lost, but not in time or space, but in my own thoughts. I was fully aware of my existence, but unable to project the slightest trace of emotion; there was a barrier in my being that chained me. However, I did not care. Looking down and looking at my left hand, I found a sword, and in that instant, I understood my purpose. So I waited. I was not alone. Around me stood others like me, armed with shields, bows and arrows, static in the silence. But there was one who was different and answered to the name of Brutalist. Looking at him, a profound respect flooded me, I felt the irrevocable need to thank him for something as immense as my own life. Although… was I really alive? There was no time to decipher the dilemma. The sands shook under the attack of the last mammoth. It was a fierce battle, a whirlwind of violence where many of those who seemed to be my brothers fell, destroyed by the brutality of the beast. But every storm has a beginning and an end; after a final effort, the creature collapsed. While Brutalist raised his arms celebrating the victory, I felt my body begin to fade. I looked back one last time and saw how a totem of bones collapsed. It was at that precise instant when the noise in my mind turned off, I ceased to be lost in my thoughts, and I simply waited. Explicit: Totem (Here endeth...) Incipit: Flowers You are preparing for the storm. In a small village of Irselnort, you know for certain that the elves will not be long in arriving. Around you, the trade of war is breathed in the air. You can notice it in the faces of the barbarians, death knights, and reapers. Everyone longs for the imminent chaos. You observe how they release the dogs, whose jaws drip an insatiable bloodlust. You see Brutalist along with other necromancers, they invoke the totems, monoliths of bone that, in turn, invoke soldiers identical to you, but with swords and shields. No one doubts. Everyone knows that many lives are about to be extinguished. Then, you look at the sky and remember. Returning to that adventure in Ayvondil, when you walked alongside Brutalist under the shadow of the black oak forest. You remembered that unique specimen: a tree from whose branches grew beautiful and delicate pink flowers; you had been dumbfounded by its beauty. It was at that precise instant when your consciousness understood how beautiful life could be. But reality is not a tree with flowers. A fireball impacts you directly. The war has begun! There is no pain. You feel how the impact disassembles your body, each of your ribs and phalanges separate, flying through the air, far from the epicenter of the conflict. You believe the end has come, but miraculously your consciousness remains intact. Now you are nothing more than an inert skull cast upon the grass, a simple spectator forced to witness the horror unfolding in front of you. Knowing that you can no longer shoot arrows, you make an unimaginable effort to cling to that single thought that gave you peace. You visualize the tree. The screams of the village begin to silence in your mind. You are no longer in a war; you are resting at that tree of pink flowers. And there you will remain, waiting for someone to find you by accident. Explicit: Flowers Incipit: Regretful He woke up in the middle of a combat arena where the crowd screamed with excitement. With only a few seconds of existence, it was not hard for him to understand the situation. The one who through death had brought him to life, the necromancer Brutalist, had summoned him to fight and take the victory. His opponent was another necromancer, he noticed that they looked at each other’s faces with fury and small drops of regret. Then, the biological commands were activated in his empty marrow. Brutalist's will pulled the invisible threads of his structure, forcing him to act. Without questioning, the skeleton charged forward. His opponent advanced with the same mechanical rigidity. It was another skeleton, an exact replica of himself born from the rival necromancer's totem. It was in that fraction of a second, just before their swords clashed, when he experienced something deeper than his purpose. Looking into the empty, glowing eye sockets of his adversary, he recognized his own prison. There was no hatred in his being; what invaded him was a silent and devastating regret. He understood that they were two identical souls, forced to destroy each other for a prize that neither of them would enjoy. In the deepest part of his mind, the skeleton wished to lower his weapon. He yearned to extend a hand to his brother and refuse to participate in the cruel theater of the arena. However, his body did not belong to him. While his consciousness wept, his arms executed a flawless and lethal thrust. Explicit: Regretful . . . Author's Note

С уважением к создателям этой прекрасной карты, подскажите, пожалуйста, будет ли моя работа принята, если я не стал(а)* использовать её для отображения шагов? Мне не удаётся гармонично вписать эту карту, не нарушив общую атмосферу и визуальный стиль моих рисунков, которые передают сюжет

I'm sure everyone will write their stories completely on their own and not use AI at all

@Shimarin What happened regarding the anniversary contest? Last year, it began on May 13th

Não tinha pensado por esse lado. Se uma parte importante do jogo, como você mencionou, é dividida em 3 por que não adicionar um terceiro slot? Duvido muito que a empresa perca dinheiro, sabendo que atualmente um jogador precisa de uma build PvP/PvE/GvG/PvPvE, entre outras, para alcançar seu potencial máximo dependendo do contexto

O maior medo do jogador que não sai do conteúdo low lv: