Ladies and gentleman, Saturday Night Bark, our regular irregular talk show, is live with our indispensable host, Barkus the Greatpaw! Today's guest is a well-known magician, wizard, and thaumaturge — Barkus the Greatpaw!

— Barkus, I believe our viewers are most curious about one question: what did you do with the puppies?

— Thank you for having me, Barkus; I'm thrilled to be here! To be honest, when my agent called to tell me that Barkus the Greatpaw wants to invite to his show, I assumed you'd ask me that, ha ha. I don't know where to start... ?

— If this is an uncomfortable topic, we can skip.

— No, no, it's fine, I just wanted to phrase it better. The problem is that the population expands quickest in areas where dogs are least capable of handling it. And I believe I must assist them now so that they do not face an impossible scenario in the future. Do you understand, Barkus?

— Fascinating. So, you kidnap puppies? ?

— Not only that! I recently created an amulet to assist alleviate the overpopulation problem. And it will be delivered for free in the Cursed Wastelands, where nearly all of the dogs have gathered.

Barkus takes a condom out of his pocket and approaches the camera closely; his eyes begin to glow with a white unearthly light, and his speech booms across the "studio":

— Tomorrow, the merge price will increase tenfold.

We got in touch with our on-site correspondent, Barkus the Greatpaw. Barkus, hello, how are things?

— Hello-hello! I am currently in the Cursed Wastelands, where the Call has gathered dogs from throughout the world. Two young natives of this godforsaken land stand next to me. It appears they have lost their parents. There is nothing here; how could they get lost? Most likely, their parents were eaten by jackals, but don't worry, the orphans will not be abandoned, ha-ha!

? Barkus the Greatpaw waved his magic staff and two huge stone golems emerged from the ground beside the orphans. They snatched a wailing puppy apiece and dashed out into nowhere.

— Now they will always be protected and never be alone again, tee hee!

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We are receiving snaps from Hong Kong and qetting Qs: what's the deal?

Slurping noodles in the 'Chungking Express', grinning wide, wagging tails. Everything's falling into place, like the path unfolding beneath our paws.

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Breeding, breeding, breeding... When it comes to Lost Dogs, all they're talking about is breeding and how wonderful it is. But what's the point? ?

Every new dog - is a key to a new dog world that is being created as we speak.
Every new dog - is a chance to join a pack of seekers defining the future of the dogs.
Every new dog - is a new $WOOF. ?
If you don't have a dog, then who are you in a world where all there's left is a pack of lost strays?

Go to Getgems.io, get your dog and breed! For pro tips see the guide on How to breed like a pro?

Pearls fall from the sky, breaking the pavements and turning houses to dust. The world will change forever, but without a bang or explosions: everything will just disappear in a rustling pearl storm.

The shimmering light will wash the faces of dogs looking up at the sky. They believed this would come, but just didn't know when exactly. What will remain of the old world? A few postcards and faded memories.

This will happen this week: watch for the pearl storm forecast. Well, and those who miss it will remain buried under the fragments of the past. There is no third option.

Dust settled. The best ones fell by chance, turning into empty dust. Dice throws reduced the dogs to dust. A weary, drawn-out, assertive battle.

We are born alone. We die alone. One was supposed to remain—and remained alone. The champion.

This text is for you. You got your 66 $TON and the promised glory, but the only question remains: will you roll the dice again?

Let the game begin.

$33 TON. A diсe. It's you or them.

The first ray of the dark moon illuminated the autumn sky, and Anubis sees the great sunset approaching. We sing to you about the first battle in the name of death! The survivor will receive glory and $33 TON. We ask only one thing from you - your courage and luck.

The sands of battle are already echoing your footsteps. Be unwavering and follow in the footsteps of departed heroes.

At the end of the battle, which will begin on Friday, only one will survive. The winner will be determined in a fair battle - everyone against everyone. Each will make one strike by rolling the dice ? in the chat. Those who roll a 6 will move on to the next round, while all others will turn to dust. And so it will continue until only one remains.

Mad Tail & Gunther Love, Lost Dogs Co