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Slow day.
So, people are going gaga over pokemon go. Is it a good game? Or just a socal thing?
Slow day.
So, people are going gaga over pokemon go. Is it a good game? Or just a socal thing?
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― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
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In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
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It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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They are pretty routine characters, with nothing gamebreaking or plot effecting. Other then their significance in the sub-plot I am working on.
there will be nothing that may require intervention
They are pretty routine characters, with nothing gamebreaking or plot effecting. Other then their significance in the sub-plot I am working on.
I posted! Yay!I think it has been almost a month sonce my last IC post?
Fortunately I have a good excuse for why most of the day is already gone.
Ferrin is a hard sleeper 😂
This was just some character development, and I introduced Colt's and Claire's magics. Their CS is not submitted yet, becuse I want to keep some of it a surpise.
Fortunately I have a good excuse for why most of the day is already gone.
Ferrin is a hard sleeper 😂
This was just some character development, and I introduced Colt's and Claire's magics. Their CS is not submitted yet, becuse I want to keep some of it a surpise.
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Bzzzzzz..."Status Report."
"All is going according to your plan. The preparations are in place and all we now do is wait."
"Excellent. You have done well. Thank you."
"I owe you my life. I intent to give it up for you too."
"..."
"Sir? I...I have a request."
"Go ahead."
"I...wish to take part in some of the festivities before... Permission to leave my post?"
".....I understand. Permission granted, just take care not to get caught."
Morning of the fourth day
Colt and Claire stood over Ferrin's prone figure.
"Should we wake him?" Colt asked. Of course! He can't sleep all day." Claire replied. A-Alright, but you do it." "With pleasure."
Claire shouted in Ferrin's ear, while shaking him.
No reaction.
Claire pause, amazed. He didn't even flinch. She said. Then a slow smile spread across thier face. "Brother, dear are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Claire asked. That smirk turned into a frown. "Of course I am, I'm your head, and I can tell you that that is a bad idea." Colt warned. What is life without a little risk? "Safe?" Just do it, he needs to be up anyway, and it is looking like he won't voluntarily get up anytime soon." "No, I won't, and that is final. We are not actualy kids, remember?" "Awwww."
An hour later, Ferrin finaly stirred. He groaned and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep, when a voice interrupted. "About damn time, sleeping beauty." Claire said.
Without moving, Ferrin replied "I guess that makes you the ugly step-sister." He then sat up blearily. "What are we talking about again?"
Claire hesitated. "Huh? I'm not sure...ugh whatever, now you have me confused." Ferrin un tangled himself from the blankets he had been sleeping under,and staggered toward the burnt out fire. He grabbed some wood he had stacked nearby and piled it up.
"What are you doing?" Colt asked.
"Need...coffee..." Ferrin groaned. Moving sluggishly, he stacked the wood in a haphazard pile, and with a word, set it ablaze. While the Twin looked on curiously, he grabbed a pot and, with more magic, filled it with water. The fire had been cast purposely hotter then normal, so it burned down to coals quickly. Ferrin set the pot in the hottest part of the coals. While he was waiting, he pulled a bag of coffee beans out of his supplies that he had bought along with a mortar and pestle. He began to grind the beans. Colt just then noticed that Ferrin had only one eye barely cracked open. He is still half asleep! Claire realized, seeing Ferrin through their shared eyes. By the time Ferrin had ground the beans into powder, the water was boiling. Ferrin grabbed the pot of boiling water with his Gauntlet, completely ignoring the heat, and added the grounds, and set it aside.
While he waited, Colt spoke up. "What are your plans for today?" He asked. When Ferrin didn't reply, Colt went on. "I ask because my sister and I decided we want to go with you. We hate feeling useless, and sitting around is boring and unproductive. I feel--
Brother? Claire thought to Colt, interrupting him.
"What?"
Shut up for a moment.[/i]
He did so.
A soft snore emanated from Ferrin.
"He is asleep!?" Colt cried in disbelief.
"Seems that way." Came Claire's voice from the same mouth.
Ferrin woke with a start, glanced around, and went back to dozing.
About five minutes later, the fragrant smell of coffee woke Ferrin. He eagerly grabbed the pot, and poured himself some coffee into a mug. He drank deeply of the liquid nirvana, almost draining the whole mug in one large pull. The coffee had an obvious effect on him. His eyes opened completely, and he sat up straight, becoming more energized. He refilled his cup, then set the pot aside.
"Good morning." He said.
"MORNING?! IT'S ALMOST AFTERNOON, YOU SLUGGARD!" Claire shouted at him.
Ferrin said nothing, taking another sip. "Nothing to be done about that. No sense in wasting energy complaining about it. Especially since you are going to need it for what I have in mind."
"And what's that?"
"A test of sorts. I want to see how much magic you two retain."
"Now?" Claire asked.
Ferrin raised his eyebrow. "Yes, 'now'. No sense in wasting time."
"Other then the time you already wasted." Claire muttered.
Ferrin let this past without a challenge. "It's pretty simple, I want you to cast the largest spell you can handle. I'll gauge its strength and effectiveness, as well as see what caliber of magic you wield."
Colt and Claire shared a mental shrug. They agreed that the request was reasonable.
"I'll go first." Claire said with a smirk. She took a stance, and put their fist in one hand in a very familiar way. "Lava make! Lavalance!" She shouted, moving their arms to the side and back before thrusting them forward. Ferrin felt a small surge of magic, and a small stream of molten rock dribbled from her hands. He tried to conceal a small burst of laughter. Apparently it wasn't good enough, because Claire rounded on him, blushing furiously.
"Hey! If I had my full power, that move would level a building! It would be perfect to use on an ass like you!"
Ferrin assumed a somber expression. "I'm sorry for laughing." He said, with a bow of his head.
That wasn't enough to pacify her, though. "I'll make you sorry you son of a ----I guess it is my turn now." Colt said, calmly, their eyes turning blue as he took over, cutting off his sister's torrent of verbal abuse. She kept firing off in their head, but Colt ignored her.
He took a stance, completely different from his sister's. He held up two fingers, closed his eyes, and calmly intoned, "Glacier magic: Flash-Freeze." His eyes shot open and he swung his hand out. Ferrin felt this magic surge, it was as weak as Claire's but more focused and efficient. Ferrin looked at the ground, and there was a small plant with some flowers, completely frozen in a thin layer of ice. "Not bad, considering your current state."
He had, by now, drunk the whole pot of coffee he had prepared, and he tossed the grounds into the fire. He rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. He yawned, and stretched in a few different ways. "All right. Today we are going into town. The only lead we have is that we are looking for a Necromancer. I met one yesterday, but I have my doubts about him." He looked at the Twin. "I cannot stress this enough, but stick close to me. If we get separated...well, I imagine you know quite well what will happen." The Twin nodded. Colt, judging by the blue eyes, didn't seem too happy about something, but he said nothing.
"Here we go." Ferrin said. Then they headed into town.
Bzzzzzz..."Status Report."
"All is going according to your plan. The preparations are in place and all we now do is wait."
"Excellent. You have done well. Thank you."
"I owe you my life. I intent to give it up for you too."
"..."
"Sir? I...I have a request."
"Go ahead."
"I...wish to take part in some of the festivities before... Permission to leave my post?"
".....I understand. Permission granted, just take care not to get caught."
Ferrin Astra Colt and Claire
Mors Vincent Omni
Mors Vincent Omni
Morning of the fourth day
Colt and Claire stood over Ferrin's prone figure.
"Should we wake him?" Colt asked. Of course! He can't sleep all day." Claire replied. A-Alright, but you do it." "With pleasure."
WAKE UP YOU LAZY EXCUSE FOR A WIZARD!!!
Claire shouted in Ferrin's ear, while shaking him.
No reaction.
Claire pause, amazed. He didn't even flinch. She said. Then a slow smile spread across thier face. "Brother, dear are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Claire asked. That smirk turned into a frown. "Of course I am, I'm your head, and I can tell you that that is a bad idea." Colt warned. What is life without a little risk? "Safe?" Just do it, he needs to be up anyway, and it is looking like he won't voluntarily get up anytime soon." "No, I won't, and that is final. We are not actualy kids, remember?" "Awwww."
An hour later, Ferrin finaly stirred. He groaned and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep, when a voice interrupted. "About damn time, sleeping beauty." Claire said.
Without moving, Ferrin replied "I guess that makes you the ugly step-sister." He then sat up blearily. "What are we talking about again?"
Claire hesitated. "Huh? I'm not sure...ugh whatever, now you have me confused." Ferrin un tangled himself from the blankets he had been sleeping under,and staggered toward the burnt out fire. He grabbed some wood he had stacked nearby and piled it up.
"What are you doing?" Colt asked.
"Need...coffee..." Ferrin groaned. Moving sluggishly, he stacked the wood in a haphazard pile, and with a word, set it ablaze. While the Twin looked on curiously, he grabbed a pot and, with more magic, filled it with water. The fire had been cast purposely hotter then normal, so it burned down to coals quickly. Ferrin set the pot in the hottest part of the coals. While he was waiting, he pulled a bag of coffee beans out of his supplies that he had bought along with a mortar and pestle. He began to grind the beans. Colt just then noticed that Ferrin had only one eye barely cracked open. He is still half asleep! Claire realized, seeing Ferrin through their shared eyes. By the time Ferrin had ground the beans into powder, the water was boiling. Ferrin grabbed the pot of boiling water with his Gauntlet, completely ignoring the heat, and added the grounds, and set it aside.
While he waited, Colt spoke up. "What are your plans for today?" He asked. When Ferrin didn't reply, Colt went on. "I ask because my sister and I decided we want to go with you. We hate feeling useless, and sitting around is boring and unproductive. I feel--
Brother? Claire thought to Colt, interrupting him.
"What?"
Shut up for a moment.[/i]
He did so.
A soft snore emanated from Ferrin.
"He is asleep!?" Colt cried in disbelief.
"Seems that way." Came Claire's voice from the same mouth.
Ferrin woke with a start, glanced around, and went back to dozing.
About five minutes later, the fragrant smell of coffee woke Ferrin. He eagerly grabbed the pot, and poured himself some coffee into a mug. He drank deeply of the liquid nirvana, almost draining the whole mug in one large pull. The coffee had an obvious effect on him. His eyes opened completely, and he sat up straight, becoming more energized. He refilled his cup, then set the pot aside.
"Good morning." He said.
"MORNING?! IT'S ALMOST AFTERNOON, YOU SLUGGARD!" Claire shouted at him.
Ferrin said nothing, taking another sip. "Nothing to be done about that. No sense in wasting energy complaining about it. Especially since you are going to need it for what I have in mind."
"And what's that?"
"A test of sorts. I want to see how much magic you two retain."
"Now?" Claire asked.
Ferrin raised his eyebrow. "Yes, 'now'. No sense in wasting time."
"Other then the time you already wasted." Claire muttered.
Ferrin let this past without a challenge. "It's pretty simple, I want you to cast the largest spell you can handle. I'll gauge its strength and effectiveness, as well as see what caliber of magic you wield."
Colt and Claire shared a mental shrug. They agreed that the request was reasonable.
"I'll go first." Claire said with a smirk. She took a stance, and put their fist in one hand in a very familiar way. "Lava make! Lavalance!" She shouted, moving their arms to the side and back before thrusting them forward. Ferrin felt a small surge of magic, and a small stream of molten rock dribbled from her hands. He tried to conceal a small burst of laughter. Apparently it wasn't good enough, because Claire rounded on him, blushing furiously.
"Hey! If I had my full power, that move would level a building! It would be perfect to use on an ass like you!"
Ferrin assumed a somber expression. "I'm sorry for laughing." He said, with a bow of his head.
That wasn't enough to pacify her, though. "I'll make you sorry you son of a ----I guess it is my turn now." Colt said, calmly, their eyes turning blue as he took over, cutting off his sister's torrent of verbal abuse. She kept firing off in their head, but Colt ignored her.
He took a stance, completely different from his sister's. He held up two fingers, closed his eyes, and calmly intoned, "Glacier magic: Flash-Freeze." His eyes shot open and he swung his hand out. Ferrin felt this magic surge, it was as weak as Claire's but more focused and efficient. Ferrin looked at the ground, and there was a small plant with some flowers, completely frozen in a thin layer of ice. "Not bad, considering your current state."
He had, by now, drunk the whole pot of coffee he had prepared, and he tossed the grounds into the fire. He rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. He yawned, and stretched in a few different ways. "All right. Today we are going into town. The only lead we have is that we are looking for a Necromancer. I met one yesterday, but I have my doubts about him." He looked at the Twin. "I cannot stress this enough, but stick close to me. If we get separated...well, I imagine you know quite well what will happen." The Twin nodded. Colt, judging by the blue eyes, didn't seem too happy about something, but he said nothing.
"Here we go." Ferrin said. Then they headed into town.
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Well, this Iron Make seems to just come out of nowhere. I assume it is using magic to form a material. It is almost like Solid Script magic
fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Iron-Make:_Ne..
Hmm, seems like that is a no.
Ugh, that defies the law of conservation of mass, but its fantasy, so whatever...
Here is a question that has long bothered me.
Do maker mages need the material to be present to cast the magic?
With ice make, you can assume that they gather the moisture from the atmosphere, and memory make creates it from their memory.
I can't remember any other canon maker magics, nor if there was an explanation for this. Internet searches have proved unfruitful.
Do maker mages need the material to be present to cast the magic?
With ice make, you can assume that they gather the moisture from the atmosphere, and memory make creates it from their memory.
I can't remember any other canon maker magics, nor if there was an explanation for this. Internet searches have proved unfruitful.
@Crimson RavenNidhogg would probably pretend to be the 'Necromancer' if given the chance to know that, just to make Ferrin angry. Also, Here's to hoping this hostage/Kidnapping situation goes in my team's favor so Ferrin doesn't have to get dragged into another clusterfuck.
Dragged? No.
More like jump in, guns blazing.
@Crimson Raven(o-o) . . . Please, don't make this possible clusterfuck definitive. Think of the poor NPCs!!!
Also, for reference, how did Nidhogg piss of Ferrin exactly? It's been so long, I forgot. Just know it has something to do with the dome fight.
He turned on his allies, and generaly reeked havoc. But mostly, Ferrin is hunting for a Necromancer, and he suspects Nidhogg (but it's not him ;D)
A short explanation, Ferrin can sence ambiant magic, with each type having its own feel. Ferrin will investigate any form of Necromany he finds, and as such, is bound to run into Nidhogg. However, his sence is somewhat limited in and around Crocus, due to the fact that it is a city long seeped in magic, currently full of wizards for the GMG. Trying to find a specific magic is like trying to hear one voice in the middle of a roaring crowd at a rock concert.
The resulting headache also makes him short tempered, and more likely to pick a fight. 😅
@RoselettaThat. . . could somewhat happen. Nidhogg would take on Joshua and leave Amaya to Shiro, so if all goes calmly, they'll just brawl in an open field outside the city. If things go sideways, then things go sideways. Sadly, considering those antagonizing the fight, there will be no peaceful resolution to this, just a choice between no casualties and high casualties.
Just remember that Ferrin is out there, and he still wants a piece or two of poor Hoggie.
Nidhogg is gonna have a bad time. 😁
Edit: I don't have to bring him in, though. As long as the disturbance isn't too big, he won't notice it.
OH MY GOD THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS!!!
I...I can't breath....😂😂😂😂😂😂
I hurt...it hurts to laugh!
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