He clicked . Network Name: Ironclad_Rescue. Password: [********].
"You're... you're hosting the gateway?"
"I paid it! But the new modem... it has a firewall like a fortress. I can’t reach the database. The dynamic IP changed during the storm. Leo, if we don't get the save file migrated to the backup tonight, six years of lore are gone." radmin port forwarding
"Effectively. Radmin is acting as the bridge. The players won't know the difference. They’ll connect to my IP, but they’ll be playing on your hardware." He clicked
"Leo," the voice on the other end croaked. It was Arthur, the game’s creator, sounding older than his seventy years. "They’re coming. The connection is dead. The port is closed. The players are panicking." the game’s creator