S-T-I-K-S. Isolated Stab

A small commune hemmed in on all sides by impassable darkness, populated by modern people living in houses from the twelfth century. The social experiment of the owners of Stykh, where skills compensate for the lack of technical development. The main character is an adult person who has already lived a long life. He’s happy that here his back doesn’t hurt. And if it’s necessary to go through all of Stykh and come back again, having only a 12th-century saber and a ridiculous name in his hands, then that’s not a reason to be in a bad mood.

Oh, and do you often talk to weapons, cook sausages on a burner made of sixty-five-degree whiskey, and curse your kids because they’ve sliced yet more scalps? No? Strange.