Okay... We have to stop wasting time. We only have like, what, two months until the prospective ceasefire takes effect? We didn't have enough information about the war at the moment to really make a rough estimate. Well, a car wouldn't really help, I think, but it would make our travel time significantly shorter than just walking all the way back to the capital. If anything else, it would be a million times easier to do than connecting rails from the north all the way back to the capital. "If I'm seeing this right, this... chassis would be the carriage to carry us, right?" I nodded, "Yeah. It'll be big enough to carry all of us and then some." Or at least, I hope it would. I didn't really know how powerful the engine would be until I actually have it built. The damn thing was a smaller version of the one I built in the

Back in the old world, I've always classified failure into three distinct categories. First off was the standard fuck-ups. These were the normal mistakes any normal human being would make every once in a while, perhaps even every single day. From forgetting to set your alarm clock for the next day, or probably mistaking salt for sugar during cooking, such a level of failure was negligible in the long run so long as you didn't overblow it out of proportion like a stupid diva. Next came the colossal fuck-ups. These were mistakes that I would describe as devastating, but not disastrous enough that there was no coming back from it. Failing a major exam would probably fall into this category. Of course, the degree of severity would vary from person to person, but personally, I'd classify colossal failures to be at the same level as forgetting to properly prepare for a surgery, or maybe failing to bring your dr

The foundry was the latest of the various nodules we managed to build into the cave system. Located a bit deeper into the cave, the foundry was our primary source of building materials in terms of metal, alongside being the one place that's capable of making steel for general usage. Of course, that meant that it was the hottest place in the entire base, which meant the necessity of removing our fur jackets as soon as we approached the familiar orange glow of the forges.   "Damn... Spending too much time in the cold really makes your heat resistances disappear, huh," I chuckled as I bundled my coat and tied the sleeves around my waist. "I haven't felt this hot since the last time I've been here."   My workshop had forges, of course, but being near the entrance made it rather cold despite being connected to the centralized heating system. Also, a fun fact