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𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎, 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 '𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗' 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝-𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍-𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚌 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐-𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙿𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘-𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎. "𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝙳'𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝-𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎.

𝟿𝟶 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

𝙴𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚉𝚘𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒. 𝙴𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐, 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔-𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙶𝚒𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝙰 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚉𝚘𝚎𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙, 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚙-𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝙺𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝙻𝙿, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝟿𝟶 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 "𝟿𝟶 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝" 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚢, 𝚉𝚘𝚎𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕. 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝟿𝟶 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚊𝚖,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢20-- 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚛. 𝙴𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚢, 𝙼𝚜. 𝚉𝚘𝚎𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢 & 𝙼𝚛. 𝙶𝚒𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝/𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜:

𝟷: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
𝟸: 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.
𝟹: 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢.
𝟺: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎.
𝟻: 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝟸 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 - 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝟻𝟷𝟸.

The Envenomed

Kleo laid down on the ground where she was laid out by Alice, almost like a Kleo-like funeral except there weren't flowers or a tombstone for her just death and destruction kicking around. She laid there wheezing, part drop-ship and part Human as this funny-looking alien girl stood over her to help her achieve life rather than death. Why did aliens always have to save her, she was capable of saving herself. One could blame Alice for ODing her on that stim and causing her to charge all deadly like but assigning blame was useless when you were dead, so all Kleo could do was remain still all pretty like while a planet she never knew would be ravaged by a big fuck-off gun along with some kabooms.

"Need... Cigarette, stat... Then, yum-chug rum.. mix it in the IV. Some blood.. would be hella cool too. O positive... chop chop." She said patting Alice's hand (or was it a paw, claw..? Mandible.) She didn't know.

The Envenomed

Kleo had been rushing and running for total combat and annihilation, not paying attention to the falling gunship that her team had blown out the sky not too long ago. Sprinting and being on stims was fucking great. "YEEEAAAAAAHHH LETS KILL THESE-" Then the gunship fell on Kleo, or rather parts of it fell on her. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She went and vanished under a hail of dust and metal not being turned into a human pancake but being beaten and bruised in the worst way imaginable. When the dust had settled she was already being fished out by the Alice lady, an alien thing. She couldn't remember what race, tribe or thingy she was from. She was cut, hurt, and bruised this sucked. She had to blame the liens for this shit, but then again it was always them saving her ass.

"Fuck... I'm fucked up dewd!" She sputtered out.

The Envenomed

Kleo was forcefully injected with alien DRUGS, the bad kind. She didn't ask for this but now here she was being injected 40mm style, it sucked but that's what happened when you were fighting with aliens. "GAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed out like she was some kind of warrior, a soldier of eons bygone. She stood up like a soldier on drugs (she was), gripped onto her shit and made her way down to kill whatever automatons that were left over.

"FUCK! LET'S GO!" She screamed hanging back behind the 'Alice Lady' as she hiked up her Rockefeller ready to lay down hate to anything or person that got in her way. Kleo shambled her way down towards the enemy, she knew it was going to hurt by the time everything had worn out. In fact she was still temporarily deaf from almost being blown up, she kept saying in her head that everything was going to be okay. Maybe it would be if they could frag out and smoke these idiots, this mission couldn't end any sooner. Spitting some blood out of her mouth, the woman carried on!

The Envenomed

𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘, 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟻 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚎𝚕. 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍. 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚐. 𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝. 𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒-𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝 - 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚜, 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜.

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.

casual rps

Thanks ThatLostMod, anyone else getting unsolicited mass PMs?

Length of a Roleplay

What do I mean by this?

How long do you think a roleplay should last, not OOC day wise but in terms of content.

Do you plan acts, sections? Does everything just flow freely, do you have a general idea of how things will go?