Welcome, Adventurer, to NejedNiko
You’ve wandered into a digital realm of code, pixels, and oddities. Maybe you’re here by fate, maybe by a
misclick - either way, you’re in for a ride. Explore the corners, poke the buttons, and see what treasures (or bugs)
you uncover.
If you find something worth a coin, or just want to fuel the madness, toss a support spell my way on Ko-fi.
Every bit of support keeps the gears turning and the goblins at bay. Much appreciated!
Heads up: This site is a living project - expect changes, new quests, and the occasional construction sign.
Patience
is a virtue, but curiosity is better.
InfoBoard:
So I clicked it a bit, everything seemed fine and I lost track of what i did and suddenly, an error.
But I found a solution.
A tense period in Mirefield sees Kaelen and Rowan take work at The Bent Yoke, learning vigilance over violence. A decree tightens the Crown’s grip, villagers grow resigned, and a dangerous presence remains at hunt.
I’ve been working on a lot of new stuff - new software, new tools.
To spoil the surprise, we need to go back and bring in two short stories!
It's parliament election time in Czechia and idiocracy thrives everywhere. I have things to say again.
Kaelen and Rowan leave the safety of the forest, only to find a village caught between mediocrity and silent fear. Among its muddy roads rises a grim project.
Why do we sell perfumes and deodorants targeted to people by the smell they want to smell themselves, and not the smell they want others to smell from them?
Kaelen and Rowan enter a deep forest full of hidden dangers and quiet lessons, where every step tests their resolve and resourcefulness. As they navigate the shadows, Rowan discovers that survival means more than strength.
