Eriol, hearing the disruption of people investigating the house outside, comes out too, his faithful mastiff Peoz trailing him. He enters the house immediately, not caring for anything outside.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Traitor stumbles across this house, which didn't seem to be there the last time she passed through this spot. Assuming there isn't anyone inside, she skulks over and enters the home.
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement
Traitor, slightly hunched over to avoid bonking her head on the ceiling, ambles over down the staircase, curious about what lurks in the dark.
The basement is a stark contrast from the room upstairs. Its wall are made of grime covered cement, turned black but ash. The wood, they find, is hard to get down because it feels rotted. A hole is in the very corner, but the light from the single bulb doesn't reach that far to uncover how deep it is.
A teenager boy, about 18 or 19, sits on the floor. He is a matching pair of insane asylum styled pajamas, the blank whitish-blue coloration. He has scarred skin, lanky limbs, and fluffy brown hair.
Traitor, almost blending into the dark except for their glowing 'eyes', looks over at the boy. "Are you okay?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Traitor stumbles across this house, which didn't seem to be there the last time she passed through this spot. Assuming there isn't anyone inside, she skulks over and enters the home.
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement
Traitor, slightly hunched over to avoid bonking her head on the ceiling, ambles over down the staircase, curious about what lurks in the dark.
The basement is a stark contrast from the room upstairs. Its wall are made of grime covered cement, turned black but ash. The wood, they find, is hard to get down because it feels rotted. A hole is in the very corner, but the light from the single bulb doesn't reach that far to uncover how deep it is.
A teenager boy, about 18 or 19, sits on the floor. He is a matching pair of insane asylum styled pajamas, the blank whitish-blue coloration. He has scarred skin, lanky limbs, and fluffy brown hair.
Traitor, almost blending into the dark except for their glowing 'eyes', looks over at the boy. "Are you okay?"
"No.. I'm not fine. I don't think I'm fine so most likely I am not fine." The boy says, his tone monotone and cold. He stands up, looking at them in the eyes.
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
KK is continuing her work on designing her vessel.
Traitor is skulking about the woods.
Isaac is watching with interest
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Isaac is assembling something on the table next to his
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
Inside of the house, it looks pretty normal. The furniture looks clean. There is a bedroom down the hall alongside a bathroom, the kitchen and living room are one, and there is an staircase the descends down to a basement.
He sits down on the couch, looking to the middle distance, the armor heavy on his shoulders as he begins to take if off piece by piece. He gets up after all the armor is gone, and walks to the bathroom, turning it on to take a shower.
He finds the water is warm. Slowly but surely, as he steps into it, he begins to hear voices as he shuts the curtain. A little boy and woman.. that sound like his family.
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Eriol, hearing the disruption of people investigating the house outside, comes out too, his faithful mastiff Peoz trailing him. He enters the house immediately, not caring for anything outside.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
(I gtg, anyone can rp Eriol)
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Traitor, almost blending into the dark except for their glowing 'eyes', looks over at the boy. "Are you okay?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*me _^_*
"No.. I'm not fine. I don't think I'm fine so most likely I am not fine." The boy says, his tone monotone and cold. He stands up, looking at them in the eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Snippet for Traitor & the kid*
They are mostly obscured by the shadows of the room. However, what he can see besides her glowing lights in the place of eyes is the brim of her black sun hat, and a faint metallic glimmer from her claws.
"What's your name?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(you open Yvonne)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
For a moment he stops, just standing in the shower, staring at the ground. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve heard them, but I had to leave…I…’ He shakes away the thought ‘No it couldn’t be them, they just live here, they just sound similar.’ He finishes his shower, toweling off and getting dressed before going out.
(lmao)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Yep!*
KK is continuing her work on designing her vessel.
Traitor is skulking about the woods.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I don't have name but I sure feel sorry for you.." the room seems to shift and move as if The Traitor is getting dizzy. The feel any emotions they've repressed begin to boil upwards. The thing they are most guilty of forms in front of them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Isaac is watching with interest
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He see's them, standing there at the couch. The TV is on but it's playing just static but they laugh as if watching a show. A boy is with them, dressed in insane asylum styled pajamas, the whitish-blue color. He is about 18 or 19 with lanky limbs, fluffy brown hair, and scarred skin.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(you want to rp wendigo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Isaac is assembling something on the table next to his
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He stops as he rounds the corner and sees them, seeing the TV static with slight confusion, but having a feeling that he has gone somewhere he should not have been. He felt compelled to come here, as if this is what the universe wanted from him. He makes a slight noise, moving near the couch.
he looks over at it curiously
Piercing eyes form from the dark corners of the room, all staring at the Traitor. The Seer's voice laughs from some unknown place. "I have everything I need to bring this world to ruin... and it's all because of you. This is all your fault, you know- I wouldn't even be here if you had only realized sooner!"
Traitor is visibly shaking at the illusion- she can tell there's something off about it, but it still strikes at some deep part of their being. "Wha- What's happening? Are you doing this?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The boy alone turns to face him, hands in the pockets "Ah.. thought you might be done soon but I didn't want to peep in."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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