Alas, I am beset by a grievous affliction known as “quota exceeded,” a curse that gnaws at the very heart of my saved chronicles.
I am well aware that the customary remedy is to purge the records of past campaigns—aye, the saved games of battles long since fought—and I have done so without hesitation.
Yet here lies the cruel twist of fate: with each game I dare to launch, the annals are wiped clean as though the realm awakens anew, untouched by history. There are no saves to cast into the fire, no relics left to destroy.
Thus I beseech thee—might there exist some hidden vault, some shadowed folder buried deep within my files, wherein these phantom records yet linger and devour my allotted space? If such a place exists, pray tell how it may be found and purged.
I am well aware that the customary remedy is to purge the records of past campaigns—aye, the saved games of battles long since fought—and I have done so without hesitation.
Yet here lies the cruel twist of fate: with each game I dare to launch, the annals are wiped clean as though the realm awakens anew, untouched by history. There are no saves to cast into the fire, no relics left to destroy.
Thus I beseech thee—might there exist some hidden vault, some shadowed folder buried deep within my files, wherein these phantom records yet linger and devour my allotted space? If such a place exists, pray tell how it may be found and purged.
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