Felix watches from the bar. He's curious, but he doesn't look excited despite it being his area of interest.
*Yeah. I screwed up my knee and my times have been terrible in the last two 5Ks I did. I hate being injured; it’s so frustrating when you know exactly what you need to do to succeed but your stupid body won’t let you.*
Mauric doesn’t notice him as he begins braising the mimic, which feebly shifts between a few different materials before turning back to meat.
*Damn. I know the feeling, but I don't think it ever lasted more than a week for me, and even then it usually wasn't because of a physical injury.*
Felix sighs. "You know just how mimic meat works, don't you? Once people find out, they'll divine the recipe, try it, realize how good it is, put it in every magazine, and then no one will ever cook mimic differently again. Just like when you work with anything else. 'The epitome of cuisine,' my family calls you." He leans his chubby cheek against his fest as he swishes a glass of high-quality whiskey.
*Well it’s only been a week, hopefully I can do a little better soon*
“WHOA!” Mauric whirls around, almost dropping the pan. “Who are you??”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix watches from the bar. He's curious, but he doesn't look excited despite it being his area of interest.
*Yeah. I screwed up my knee and my times have been terrible in the last two 5Ks I did. I hate being injured; it’s so frustrating when you know exactly what you need to do to succeed but your stupid body won’t let you.*
Mauric doesn’t notice him as he begins braising the mimic, which feebly shifts between a few different materials before turning back to meat.
*Damn. I know the feeling, but I don't think it ever lasted more than a week for me, and even then it usually wasn't because of a physical injury.*
Felix sighs. "You know just how mimic meat works, don't you? Once people find out, they'll divine the recipe, try it, realize how good it is, put it in every magazine, and then no one will ever cook mimic differently again. Just like when you work with anything else. 'The epitome of cuisine,' my family calls you." He leans his chubby cheek against his fest as he swishes a glass of high-quality whiskey.
*Well it’s only been a week, hopefully I can do a little better soon*
“WHOA!” Mauric whirls around, almost dropping the pan. “Who are you??”
"Ambersmoke. You wouldn't recognize the name unless you've been to the tiny island of Honkachu. I was a great chef there. But that was because I could recreate your work with any accuracy. Most people can't." He looks back at Mauric. "Sorry, I'm being hostile. We don't know each other. You probably didn't know you were world-famous, huh? But you are." He chuckles humorlessly. "You really are."
Felix watches from the bar. He's curious, but he doesn't look excited despite it being his area of interest.
*Yeah. I screwed up my knee and my times have been terrible in the last two 5Ks I did. I hate being injured; it’s so frustrating when you know exactly what you need to do to succeed but your stupid body won’t let you.*
Mauric doesn’t notice him as he begins braising the mimic, which feebly shifts between a few different materials before turning back to meat.
*Damn. I know the feeling, but I don't think it ever lasted more than a week for me, and even then it usually wasn't because of a physical injury.*
Felix sighs. "You know just how mimic meat works, don't you? Once people find out, they'll divine the recipe, try it, realize how good it is, put it in every magazine, and then no one will ever cook mimic differently again. Just like when you work with anything else. 'The epitome of cuisine,' my family calls you." He leans his chubby cheek against his fest as he swishes a glass of high-quality whiskey.
*Well it’s only been a week, hopefully I can do a little better soon*
“WHOA!” Mauric whirls around, almost dropping the pan. “Who are you??”
"Ambersmoke. You wouldn't recognize the name unless you've been to the tiny island of Honkachu. I was a great chef there. But that was because I could recreate your work with any accuracy. Most people can't." He looks back at Mauric. "Sorry, I'm being hostile. We don't know each other. You probably didn't know you were world-famous, huh? But you are." He chuckles humorlessly. "You really are."
Mauric looks equal parts apprehensive and flattered. “Well… I knew I was at least regionally famous… but world? That’s, uh, something. So you’re a chef too? Cool!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Well it’s only been a week, hopefully I can do a little better soon*
“WHOA!” Mauric whirls around, almost dropping the pan. “Who are you??”
"Ambersmoke. You wouldn't recognize the name unless you've been to the tiny island of Honkachu. I was a great chef there. But that was because I could recreate your work with any accuracy. Most people can't." He looks back at Mauric. "Sorry, I'm being hostile. We don't know each other. You probably didn't know you were world-famous, huh? But you are." He chuckles humorlessly. "You really are."
Mauric looks equal parts apprehensive and flattered. “Well… I knew I was at least regionally famous… but world? That’s, uh, something. So you’re a chef too? Cool!”
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
*Well it’s only been a week, hopefully I can do a little better soon*
“WHOA!” Mauric whirls around, almost dropping the pan. “Who are you??”
"Ambersmoke. You wouldn't recognize the name unless you've been to the tiny island of Honkachu. I was a great chef there. But that was because I could recreate your work with any accuracy. Most people can't." He looks back at Mauric. "Sorry, I'm being hostile. We don't know each other. You probably didn't know you were world-famous, huh? But you are." He chuckles humorlessly. "You really are."
Mauric looks equal parts apprehensive and flattered. “Well… I knew I was at least regionally famous… but world? That’s, uh, something. So you’re a chef too? Cool!”
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
“Oh, well… damn, I’m really sorry. I certainly doubt they’ve been talking about me much for the past half year or so, though…” He looks genuinely regretful. “I don’t know what I can do to help with your situation, but if you can think of anything I’ll do it right quick.”
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
“Oh well… damn, sorry. I certainly doubt they’ve been talking about me much for the past half year or so, though…” He looks genuinely regretful. “I don’t know what I can do to help with your situation, but if you can think of anything I’ll do it right quick.”
"Thank you for understanding. I'll need more time to learn and train, but I want to duel you. In the kitchen, obviously. Not to beat you for the sake of being 'better,' but to show that you're not 'perfect.' I don't have to win. I just need you to lose. And I need you to lose at your best. Publicly. All those publishers who've been leeching off your talent will adore watching you duke it out." He sighs and pours Mauric a drink. "You're a great chef, and it is possible that you really are flawless. But I really, really need this win." He sniffs. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this. I'm not... not an angry person like this. Not publicly, anyway."
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
“Oh well… damn, sorry. I certainly doubt they’ve been talking about me much for the past half year or so, though…” He looks genuinely regretful. “I don’t know what I can do to help with your situation, but if you can think of anything I’ll do it right quick.”
"Thank you for understanding. I'll need more time to learn and train, but I want to duel you. In the kitchen, obviously. Not to beat you for the sake of being 'better,' but to show that you're not 'perfect.' I don't have to win. I just need you to lose. And I need you to lose at your best. Publicly. All those publishers who've been leeching off your talent will adore watching you duke it out." He sighs and pours Mauric a drink. "You're a great chef, and it is possible that you really are flawless. But I really, really need this win." He sniffs. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this. I'm not... not an angry person like this. Not publicly, anyway."
He grins. “Honestly, that sounds really fun. And I don’t care about fame anymore. The whole industry needs new folks, and I’m already sure you’re amazing.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
“Oh well… damn, sorry. I certainly doubt they’ve been talking about me much for the past half year or so, though…” He looks genuinely regretful. “I don’t know what I can do to help with your situation, but if you can think of anything I’ll do it right quick.”
"Thank you for understanding. I'll need more time to learn and train, but I want to duel you. In the kitchen, obviously. Not to beat you for the sake of being 'better,' but to show that you're not 'perfect.' I don't have to win. I just need you to lose. And I need you to lose at your best. Publicly. All those publishers who've been leeching off your talent will adore watching you duke it out." He sighs and pours Mauric a drink. "You're a great chef, and it is possible that you really are flawless. But I really, really need this win." He sniffs. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this. I'm not... not an angry person like this. Not publicly, anyway."
He grins. “Honestly, that sounds really fun. And I don’t care about fame anymore. The whole industry needs new folks, and I’m already sure you’re amazing.”
He looses a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank Volstadt, man. I was really afraid you might say 'no' the entire time I was training for this, and I've been training in esoteric cuisine for like, decades man. I gotta show you my work sometime. Everyone says it's great, but, like, I really want your opinion. I believe in the 'different strokes for different folks' philosophy of cooking, so I'll prepare anything you like."
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
“Oh well… damn, sorry. I certainly doubt they’ve been talking about me much for the past half year or so, though…” He looks genuinely regretful. “I don’t know what I can do to help with your situation, but if you can think of anything I’ll do it right quick.”
"Thank you for understanding. I'll need more time to learn and train, but I want to duel you. In the kitchen, obviously. Not to beat you for the sake of being 'better,' but to show that you're not 'perfect.' I don't have to win. I just need you to lose. And I need you to lose at your best. Publicly. All those publishers who've been leeching off your talent will adore watching you duke it out." He sighs and pours Mauric a drink. "You're a great chef, and it is possible that you really are flawless. But I really, really need this win." He sniffs. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this. I'm not... not an angry person like this. Not publicly, anyway."
He grins. “Honestly, that sounds really fun. And I don’t care about fame anymore. The whole industry needs new folks, and I’m already sure you’re amazing.”
He looses a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank Volstadt, man. I was really afraid you might say 'no' the entire time I was training for this, and I've been training in esoteric cuisine for like, decades man. I gotta show you my work sometime. Everyone says it's great, but, like, I really want your opinion. I believe in the 'different strokes for different folks' philosophy of cooking, so I'll prepare anything you like."
“No problem. If you want me to appraise your skills, I’d say either make something that’s a sum of what you view to be all your strengths, or just what you’d consider the most impressive dish you can prepare. Also, who’s Volstadt?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looses a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank Volstadt, man. I was really afraid you might say 'no' the entire time I was training for this, and I've been training in esoteric cuisine for like, decades man. I gotta show you my work sometime. Everyone says it's great, but, like, I really want your opinion. I believe in the 'different strokes for different folks' philosophy of cooking, so I'll prepare anything you like."
“No problem. If you want me to appraise your skills, I’d say either make something that’s a sum of what you view to be all your strengths, or just what you’d consider the most impressive dish you can prepare. Also, who’s Volstadt?”
"He's my god. Not a bad guy, all things considered. He likes werewolves, giants, volcanoes, meat, all sorts of stuff. He's one of the hospitality gods." Felix gets up and starts making something in the kitchen, pulling various alien ingredients from his cooler. It takes a minute, but he works with so much speed he looks like a bladed nightmare. Food service training taken to a whole new level.
His results look nothing like anything Mauric has ever seen, with quite the fine plating techniques. Overall, it looks quite strange, almost horrific in a certain light, but it definitely looks appetizing.
Determining results: Cook's Utensils: 68+7, Temp HP: 290x3, Advantage on saves vs Poisoned and Paralyzed for 12 hours
He looses a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank Volstadt, man. I was really afraid you might say 'no' the entire time I was training for this, and I've been training in esoteric cuisine for like, decades man. I gotta show you my work sometime. Everyone says it's great, but, like, I really want your opinion. I believe in the 'different strokes for different folks' philosophy of cooking, so I'll prepare anything you like."
“No problem. If you want me to appraise your skills, I’d say either make something that’s a sum of what you view to be all your strengths, or just what you’d consider the most impressive dish you can prepare. Also, who’s Volstadt?”
"He's my god. Not a bad guy, all things considered. He likes werewolves, giants, volcanoes, meat, all sorts of stuff. He's one of the hospitality gods." Felix gets up and starts making something in the kitchen, pulling various alien ingredients from his cooler. It takes a minute, but he works with so much speed he looks like a bladed nightmare. Food service training taken to a whole new level.
His results look nothing like anything Mauric has ever seen, with quite the fine plating techniques. Overall, it looks quite strange, almost horrific in a certain light, but it definitely looks appetizing.
Determining results: Cook's Utensils: 76+4, Temp HP: 303x3, Advantage on saves vs Poisoned and Paralyzed for 12 hours
*I gtg soon*
Mauric examines it, looking awed. “You ARE good.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"He's my god. Not a bad guy, all things considered. He likes werewolves, giants, volcanoes, meat, all sorts of stuff. He's one of the hospitality gods." Felix gets up and starts making something in the kitchen, pulling various alien ingredients from his cooler. It takes a minute, but he works with so much speed he looks like a bladed nightmare. Food service training taken to a whole new level.
His results look nothing like anything Mauric has ever seen, with quite the fine plating techniques. Overall, it looks quite strange, almost horrific in a certain light, but it definitely looks appetizing.
Determining results: Cook's Utensils: 76+4, Temp HP: 303x3, Advantage on saves vs Poisoned and Paralyzed for 12 hours
*I gtg soon*
Mauric examines it, looking awed. “You ARE good.”
"Thank you, man. It's one of my favorites." He seems chilled out now. Almost stoned. "I call it the Nightmare Platter. It's made out of things like False Hydra nubs and Howler lungs, dude. It's a hell of a ride. It can knock you right out in the kitchen if you don't prepare it right. But given that I'm still conscious, I think I did alright."
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
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
*Well it’s only been a week, hopefully I can do a little better soon*
“WHOA!” Mauric whirls around, almost dropping the pan. “Who are you??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ambersmoke. You wouldn't recognize the name unless you've been to the tiny island of Honkachu. I was a great chef there. But that was because I could recreate your work with any accuracy. Most people can't." He looks back at Mauric. "Sorry, I'm being hostile. We don't know each other. You probably didn't know you were world-famous, huh? But you are." He chuckles humorlessly. "You really are."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric looks equal parts apprehensive and flattered. “Well… I knew I was at least regionally famous… but world? That’s, uh, something. So you’re a chef too? Cool!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm very glad you didn't know. See, you're the 'best' chef in the world. I hate that concept. Not you, just the concept of there being a 'best' chef. If I were a painter, or a sculptor, or a musician, I would feel the same. I love your work, but everyone does. Once you come out with a recipe, it's pretty much to only one people use anymore, because it's the 'best.' It's... frustrating." He turns around completely to face Mauric. "Look, I'm sure you're a great guy, like, I admire you, but your reputation has caused me more grief than facing off against my own grandmother's wraith on my own."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh, well… damn, I’m really sorry. I certainly doubt they’ve been talking about me much for the past half year or so, though…” He looks genuinely regretful. “I don’t know what I can do to help with your situation, but if you can think of anything I’ll do it right quick.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thank you for understanding. I'll need more time to learn and train, but I want to duel you. In the kitchen, obviously. Not to beat you for the sake of being 'better,' but to show that you're not 'perfect.' I don't have to win. I just need you to lose. And I need you to lose at your best. Publicly. All those publishers who've been leeching off your talent will adore watching you duke it out." He sighs and pours Mauric a drink. "You're a great chef, and it is possible that you really are flawless. But I really, really need this win." He sniffs. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this. I'm not... not an angry person like this. Not publicly, anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grins. “Honestly, that sounds really fun. And I don’t care about fame anymore. The whole industry needs new folks, and I’m already sure you’re amazing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looses a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank Volstadt, man. I was really afraid you might say 'no' the entire time I was training for this, and I've been training in esoteric cuisine for like, decades man. I gotta show you my work sometime. Everyone says it's great, but, like, I really want your opinion. I believe in the 'different strokes for different folks' philosophy of cooking, so I'll prepare anything you like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“No problem. If you want me to appraise your skills, I’d say either make something that’s a sum of what you view to be all your strengths, or just what you’d consider the most impressive dish you can prepare. Also, who’s Volstadt?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"He's my god. Not a bad guy, all things considered. He likes werewolves, giants, volcanoes, meat, all sorts of stuff. He's one of the hospitality gods." Felix gets up and starts making something in the kitchen, pulling various alien ingredients from his cooler. It takes a minute, but he works with so much speed he looks like a bladed nightmare. Food service training taken to a whole new level.
His results look nothing like anything Mauric has ever seen, with quite the fine plating techniques. Overall, it looks quite strange, almost horrific in a certain light, but it definitely looks appetizing.
Determining results:
Cook's Utensils: 68+7, Temp HP: 290x3, Advantage on saves vs Poisoned and Paralyzed for 12 hours
*I gtg soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh, also the meal grants the ability to reduce all in coming damage by 3 for the next 24 hours.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric examines it, looking awed. “You ARE good.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'm awake and back....*
*guess who doesn't have work anymore cause they slept in past the time they're supposes to be there and now their boss took them off the schedule?*
"Thank you, man. It's one of my favorites." He seems chilled out now. Almost stoned. "I call it the Nightmare Platter. It's made out of things like False Hydra nubs and Howler lungs, dude. It's a hell of a ride. It can knock you right out in the kitchen if you don't prepare it right. But given that I'm still conscious, I think I did alright."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Goodnight, friends!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(good morning)
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
*Buenos Dias*
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
(how are you)
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
*greetings*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I think, today, I am going to do some writing for characters for their backstorys and maybe make a aesthetic page for 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