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Hoffos got sick and as I remained healthy, we parted ways. The overall exhaustion, which we initially thought made us postpone the start of the real expedition by a day, proved to be something more once my partner was torn out of his sleep in the middle of the second night. What can lay ahead, when even the slightest beginning of our journey isn’t going as planned? We arrived at the town by ship and had a camp set outside the city before the sunset. Vardø got a hold of us for longer than expected. Please, be aware of the report provided by one of the Scouts. Our efforts to descend into Norway territory in search of future trade routes and Imperial expansions had been exposed to delays, but quickly went back onto the right track and into steady progress. The initial post about the venture can be read here: Two brave Frostpunk fans - Lars Andreas Melsæter and John William Baier Hofoss - set off on an expedition through the frozen nooks of Norway. Thomas immediately remembered what this was about and without further ado followed his colleague. We better hurry”, shouted Henry, passing him by in a rush. “Don’t stand here like a broke drunk outside the pub. This time a younger voice muffled the boy’s thoughts. He didn’t have a clue how he would achieve it, but if the boy was sure about one thing it was an overwhelming sense that he never wanted to end up drowned in bitterness like his father. Thomas dreamed of becoming such a warrior. They were heroes leaving an indelible mark on this hopeless world and were a beacon of courage in an era of despair and anguish. Thomas idolized them as warriors who lived by their own rules and who were loved by the crowds. He taught Thomas about jabs, and haymakers, and told stories about fearless, undefeated champions who demanded respect from every rival. Despite his downfalls, the boy’s father had passed on his love for bare-knuckle fighting, even taking young Thomas to see his first bout. He often returned home drunk, mumbling about class injustice and wishing death upon all of those who beguiled him, but it usually ended with him venting his frustration on his family. A puny gear in the city's machine leading a life that no one reckoned with, he couldn’t broaden the boy's horizons much. Thomas' father was a hardened coal mine worker. The loose board in the fence had once again done the trick, and he was able to forget about his burdens and lose himself in powerful emotions provoked by the untamed crowd. Thomas was at the tournament until late in the night along with a few other newsboys. He could feel a tickle of excitement while remembering the jarring knockdowns and had a sore throat, torn by his enthusiastic screams. Today, nothing mattered more than the joy he still felt from the night before. Take a look”, Thomas assured the customer while handing him the paper.Īlbeit today, Thomas didn’t even care about sweeping through its pages. “Plenty of important matters inside, sir, as always. With a bushy mustache, a monocle in his eye, and a posh trench coat, he indeed didn’t resemble those who packed into the arena yesterday, to take in an unforgettable fight night. “Are they reporting about any matters that have an actual meaning? Or has even the press in this pitiful world reached the level of the London cobblestones?”, ranted the monumentally tall gentleman. do I look like someone who cares about commoners' amusements?” The man’s face twisted in a disapproving grimace. “The great Joey McGregor retained his middleweight championship title, sir! Can there be more exciting news than this?”, replied the newsie enthusiastically.

“Could you tell me what’s up in the news?” Today, despite being glued to his regular spot on a corner of one of the many shabby streets in New London with a bundle of newspapers on him, his mind was elsewhere.Ī harsh, out-of-the-blue voice of an approaching gentleman tore Thomas out of his blissful idleness. They were welcomed and revived the boy after a mostly sleepless night. On a day like this, not even the piercing wind and frigid temperatures could spoil Thomas' mood.

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