The Secular Vampire Elimination Project, as SOLDIER had originally been known back in it's founding days, had arisen in response to the threat of oldbloods. No normal military could properly deal with beings on the scale of Magnus, Dresden, or Mithias. While many people thought it was built to protect the people from bloodsuckers, in truth it had been built by and for the government, created as a sort of specialised anti-vampire bodyguard. Although it had in time become an offensive organisation, with long-reaching fingers and access to a large array of military forces, it's central purpose and the central threat was never forgotten by it's leaders. In all the world, there were very few things as dangerous as an Oldblood, a being that could create hundreds more vampires, and singlehandedly wipe out military units. Every oldblood knowns in recorded history had a highly detailed profile in SOLDIER HQ, locked in a closed system and behind a hundred heavily guarded gates, detailing the vampire's behavior, capabilities and recorded history for use in combat. Johnathan knew, he'd managed to see his own profile, once.
The ancient warrior was no stranger to this organization. Multiple times SOLDIER had attempted to recruit him, wanting for another Oldblood among their ranks, although he had refused each time. While he certainly held no loyalty to the ideals of most vampires, nor their religions, he was not such a hypocrit that he would wipe out his kin, nor would he judge them simply for killing the humans. He had lived for over a thousand years, and seen civilisations rise and fall. A human was a fragile creature, like a may fly darting out of hiding, always trying to achieve as much as it can before it's time runs out. Slow, weak beings with no ability to grasp the larger picture due to their miniscule time on this earth. How could he feel pity or mercy for a line of creatures so devoid of meaning, so devoid of life? They ruled this earth only by the complacency of the true vampire lords, who humored the mayflies for now.
Of course, Johnathan was not one to commit genocide. A day would undoubtedly come when all of mankind stood on the brink of utter extinction, and vampires would keep them in pens like they did to their cattle. Nature practically required it, as in time the humans were only growing weaker and more complacent. However that day would come not by Johnathan's hand, nor would he encourage it.
Returning from his inner thoughts, Johnathan looked around at the scenery around him. Had he been a human, he would undoubtedly have died already. The guns he could faintly see prepared, hidden under bushes and growths, would certainly have ripped into him. Of course, it would have taken some fairly heavy artillery to cut through his armor, but he had no doubt that Magnus had access to just that. Practically invisible for the heat scanners that constantly observed the area in front of the legendary bunker, Johnathan moved carefully in between the blind spots of cameras, being able to nearly perfectly judge them. He had done this many times before, and as he entered the cave system, which was also undoubtedly monitored, he knew he wouldn't be able to remain hidden forever. This place was too heavily secured to be able to slip completely in and out without being noticed. However, Johnathan had no intentions of doing anything of the like.
Again, a human would have been doomed once they entered this dense system of caves, with no defining marks to show the way. With no indication of what way to go, soon the human would have either gotten lost and died alone, or stumbled into the field of view of one of the many cameras on the site. However, with the superior senses that were common to vampires, it was relatively easy to navigate the cramped passageways, finding alternate routes to avoid cameras. It was only because the system was not meant to catch vampires that he had penetrated it this far, he knew, because, while there were cameras for extra security, the main source of protection was the heat scanners that constantly searched the area. But that didn't mean that the next scene wasn't going to be a significant problem.
Technology developed by the humans had rapidly increased both the complexity and quality of security systems. Using lasers, circuits and advanced weaponry one was able to create systems that in the past would have been dismissed as impossible, fabrications of magic. To counter these, advanced hacking and cloaking systems had been developed to a military grade, methods for getting past advanced scanner equipment and hacking open most systems. Forcing access to the circuits of a closed system, they were the perfect counter. Of course, some defensive measures never change, and Johnathan saw that Magnus had realised this as well, for barring his way was an obstacle that no technological gadget could have removed.
It was a big-ass metal door.
For a little while, Johnathan considered what was in front of him. The massive door was obviously built to withstand heavy punishment, and if his estimates about it were correct he would need heavy artillery cannons to get through it. There were no guards in front of it - it would really be quite pointless, with all the automated cannons about - but there was nothing on Johnathan's form that could have destroyed the door. Although he could potentially have hacked into any system, he could do no such thing from the outside, and thus the door formed a potentially unmovable obstacle. He couldn't turn back now, of course. As such, Johnathan shrugged, and knocked. Three loud bangs, calculated to send echoes through the chamber behind the door, as he stood clearly in the vision of one of the cameras. If he was lucky, the door would simply be opened for him, removing the problem.
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Alright, ima scrap Alexander. Instead, ima make another character soon. But until then I'll just play Johnathan for a bit.
I should probably do that posting thing. Damnit, I'm out of my usual posting rythm, so I might forget to post a couple of times. Feel free to tell Wraith to come annoy me if I forget to reply for any length of time.
Name: Alexander Clide
Position: Alexander is an ex-SOLDIER, and remains relationships both with SOLDIER and with several groups of vampires.
Age: 45
Weapons: Alexander carries no weapons on his person at any time, and refuses to touch them. While he is a trained member of SOLDIER, given practise both at using a variety of missile weapons and at hand to hand combat, he refuses to carry any form of offensive weaponry. What little defense he does possess comes from his bodyguard,
History: Once, Alexander served within SOLDIER as a Field General, a high ranking officer responsible for leading large extermination squads. These miniature armies would be rapidly deployed to the field in case of an en masse vampire attack, ready to defend any outpost they susspected would come under attack soon. Furthermore, their task was to root out and exterminate all vampires who were not a part of SOLDIER. While in the grey area between legal and illegal slaughter, the recent en masse attacks and the threat of the Oldbloods had caused the government to turn a blind eye towards the inhumane slaughters that were performed by these large extermination squads, who had an effective license to kill any man considered 'infected'.
After two years of slaughter, Alexander's squad came across a village inhabited completely by vampires. They fed off of the local animals, surviving far away from the war. Their leader was an Oldblood who wished to take no part in the battle. Realizing that he faced a potential army of dangers, Alexander had decided to open peaceful negotiations, sending an ambassador together with the Oldblood in a safe location, so that they could discuss peace. This location was then shortly thereafter wiped out by a barrage of missiles, slaying both the proxy ambassador and the Oldblood. Before the village could gather arms and turn into a threat, Johnathan launched a surprise attack, utilising stealth tactics and advanced weaponry to rapidly subdue the entire village, wiping out every last vampire there, strictly according to protocol.
Even now his deeds haunt him, and a mere month after the slaughter of the village, Johnathan left SOLDIER. Instead, he created an organisation of his own design using the large amount of money he had been paid for his silence on the part of what deeds he had committed. Now, he reaches out to both sides of the conflict, seeking to join both vampires and humans in peaceful cooperation. Every day more joined his group, many members of SOLDIER abandoning their posts, morale leaving them. Now, the House of Unity, as it has been named, is a powerful force with many ex-SOLDIER troops at it's disposal, as well as powerful vampire allies who would seek to end the war. Of course, the more unscrupulous members of SOLDIER, as well as a fair number of vampire lords, would love to dispose of the troublemaker that was sapping the morale of their troops, using any means necessary.
Personality: Many military campaigns, even before joining the ranks of SOLDIER, have left sir Alexander a strict, disciplined man. He's stubborn and doesn't change his mind often, and is happily prepared to die for his beliefs. He believes that all must be done for the greater good of America, and the world as a whole. He almost never shows emotion on his face, and is often unreadable, but when necessary he can be quite convincing, a natural born leader. He knows the ways of men, and excells at manipulating the morale of entire armies at a time. No bribe or threat can stop him when he's set his mind to somethig, and he's been jaded by the many horrors he's seen. It takes a lot to phase Johnathan.
He also likes pie. Cherry pie is his favorite. This has no significant meaning, but hey, whatever. He likes cherry pie.
Position: Alexander is an ex-SOLDIER, and remains relationships both with SOLDIER and with several groups of vampires.
Age: 45
Weapons: Alexander carries no weapons on his person at any time, and refuses to touch them. While he is a trained member of SOLDIER, given practise both at using a variety of missile weapons and at hand to hand combat, he refuses to carry any form of offensive weaponry. What little defense he does possess comes from his bodyguard,
History: Once, Alexander served within SOLDIER as a Field General, a high ranking officer responsible for leading large extermination squads. These miniature armies would be rapidly deployed to the field in case of an en masse vampire attack, ready to defend any outpost they susspected would come under attack soon. Furthermore, their task was to root out and exterminate all vampires who were not a part of SOLDIER. While in the grey area between legal and illegal slaughter, the recent en masse attacks and the threat of the Oldbloods had caused the government to turn a blind eye towards the inhumane slaughters that were performed by these large extermination squads, who had an effective license to kill any man considered 'infected'.
After two years of slaughter, Alexander's squad came across a village inhabited completely by vampires. They fed off of the local animals, surviving far away from the war. Their leader was an Oldblood who wished to take no part in the battle. Realizing that he faced a potential army of dangers, Alexander had decided to open peaceful negotiations, sending an ambassador together with the Oldblood in a safe location, so that they could discuss peace. This location was then shortly thereafter wiped out by a barrage of missiles, slaying both the proxy ambassador and the Oldblood. Before the village could gather arms and turn into a threat, Johnathan launched a surprise attack, utilising stealth tactics and advanced weaponry to rapidly subdue the entire village, wiping out every last vampire there, strictly according to protocol.
Even now his deeds haunt him, and a mere month after the slaughter of the village, Johnathan left SOLDIER. Instead, he created an organisation of his own design using the large amount of money he had been paid for his silence on the part of what deeds he had committed. Now, he reaches out to both sides of the conflict, seeking to join both vampires and humans in peaceful cooperation. Every day more joined his group, many members of SOLDIER abandoning their posts, morale leaving them. Now, the House of Unity, as it has been named, is a powerful force with many ex-SOLDIER troops at it's disposal, as well as powerful vampire allies who would seek to end the war. Of course, the more unscrupulous members of SOLDIER, as well as a fair number of vampire lords, would love to dispose of the troublemaker that was sapping the morale of their troops, using any means necessary.
Personality: Many military campaigns, even before joining the ranks of SOLDIER, have left sir Alexander a strict, disciplined man. He's stubborn and doesn't change his mind often, and is happily prepared to die for his beliefs. He believes that all must be done for the greater good of America, and the world as a whole. He almost never shows emotion on his face, and is often unreadable, but when necessary he can be quite convincing, a natural born leader. He knows the ways of men, and excells at manipulating the morale of entire armies at a time. No bribe or threat can stop him when he's set his mind to somethig, and he's been jaded by the many horrors he's seen. It takes a lot to phase Johnathan.
He also likes pie. Cherry pie is his favorite. This has no significant meaning, but hey, whatever. He likes cherry pie.
Nah, this one's fairly different. And I usually go for a sneaky manipulate-y kind of character, so I thought it would be interesting to see how well I could make this work.
I'll be making my second character soon.
I'll be making my second character soon.
Other characters may be created at a later point in time
Oh Shikaru, why must you always disappear?
CHARACTER SPREE OF DOOM! hahaha!
Going for a completely new set of dudes, BTW. No returning faces. I'm going to turn this into a completely different story. Although, I will state that most of those will be inspired by previous characters of mine.
Age: Johnathan is an oldblood who was turned during the Great Crusades, although nobody knows exactly which one. This makes him around 1.000 to 800 years old, or even potentially older.
Abilities: Aside from his enormous strength, speed and endurance as an Oldblood, Johnathan has spent hundreds of years constantly training his skills. He's travelled the world and killed the strongest opponents he could find. He's versed in a variety of martial arts both through weapons and barehanded, as well as being able to instantly recognize any fighting style or technique. It is said that Johnathan has reached the pinnacle of martial knowledge, and even as a human he would have been a terrifying opponent, a warrior without equal. As a vampire of his age, however, he has also inherited a number of powers unique to him, as most vampires do.
Supposedly, Johnathan's true power is locked away by the crucifixes he wears. When he removes those, his true demonic inner nature is revealed, as all the hatred and bloodlust that he's suppressed to remain a human is unleashed in a single massive burst. Although this seal has removed the bloodthirsty nature that he would otherwise have possessed as a vampire, when he wields it as a weapon in those few moments, he becomes an insatiable killing machine that cannot be stopped in any way other than complete and utter destruction. No being still alive has ever seen Johnathan go berserk, because whenever he does, he has a tendency of wiping entire areas completely clean of all life, human or otherwise.
While any other oldblood would have a number of other abilities, Johnathan is fairly limited overall. Many believe that his true power is locked away together with his bloodlust, meaning he only has access to them when he releases his seal. This has the odd side effect of making him immune to those triggers which would usually harm vampires. Things like holy water, stakes and crucifixes are completely ineffective against him, as long as he doesn't activate the seal. As such, this provides some sliver of hope to the vampire hunter who would witness Johnathan's true form. While he would be far more dangerous, his original weaknesses as a vampire would be restored together with his powers, and he would be vulnerable.
Equipment:
Johnathan wields a large longsword, reforged many times through the ages and expertly kept, polished, cleaned and sharpened after every battle. On it's blade, the name of every great opponent slain by Johnathan is inscribed in ancient Latin, forming hundreds of tiny sigils. Furthermore, the hilt is adorned with a series of thin blades, so that if it is held wrong, the wielder risks losing his fingers. This was added to ensure that only Johnathan would be able to wield the blade properly.
As well as his blade, Johnathan is heavily armored. While to all appearances it's simpel steel, truly Johnathan's armor has been forged from a special lab alloy designed for top notch combat gear. Modeled after Dragonskin, using multiple layers of plates to absorb powerful blows, it's bulletproof and nearly impossible to pierce. Even lower grade explosives can't get through it's specially designed surface, which does an excellent job of spreading and absorbing the kinetic force. Furthermore, due to it's alloy design and the supple joints, he can move freely while wearing this garment, and it's far lighter than normal steel armor. He acquired this excellent armor in exchange for a certain favor for SOLDIER, which even today is kept quiet by the higher ups.
History:
Durign the Crusades, hundreds of years ago, a minor vampire lord wished held claim to a large area, manipulating the local political leaders. He met the divinely inspired knights with forces of the undead, beasts that could not be slain, and grew stronger the more they killed. Here, Johnathan fought, side by side with his brethren, screaming the bloody name of the catholic church as with any religious zealot. Full of faith in a God that would smite those before him, he rode into battle, foremost among his brethren in courage, if not might. However, he soon fell, and he was brought into a new life of undeath by the vampire lord whoms name is lost to time. He was made one of the undead, and the former symbols of his faith burned him. For all his brethren had been slaughtered, and even as he awoke, he was treated to the spectacle of hundreds of demons, feasting on the corpses of those whom had fought beside him.
In a rage, Johnathan slew the vampire lord with his newfound strength, his bloodthirst and anger making him far more dangerous than had been anticipated. He slaughtered every vampire on the field of corpses, one by one, until only he stood alone, still wearing the armor of a crusader. However, he denounced his faith, refusing to serve a God who had betrayed him and his people, and left him to the faith of undeath. Stained with blood, he ended the war singlehandedly, slaughtering any soldier who would dare walk onto those fields of battle once more, threatening to wipe out any army that would set foot on it's grounds.
After the crusades, when the fire of religious zealotry had burned down, for a time, Johnathan found more vampires, more beasts. He discovered that some were far stronger than he, and struggled to become the most powerful knight in all of the world. Serving teacher after teacher, and facing opponent after opponent, Johnathan learned the secrets of every martial art developed by man. He had made a vow to become the greatest warrior ever to walk the planet, and he would not rest, devoting all of his strength to improving himself both mentally and physically. Now he wanders the world, searching for new worlds to improve his capabilities, new techniques to learn, and new poweful opponents to slay.
Personality:
Hardened by hundreds of years of constant training, Johnathan is a walking talking weapon. He's confident and proud, serving no rule or law besides the principles of his own devising. He has no mercy, for it has been washed away by his experience, but he isn't uncaring. He refuses to fight women or children, and he will never fight those who do not accept his challenge. Of course, attacking him in any way holds a challenge in and of itself, and it's not smart to test his boundaries. If he feels you're insulting his honor, he'll feel entirely justified in ripping you to pieces.
CHARACTER SPREE OF DOOM! hahaha!
Going for a completely new set of dudes, BTW. No returning faces. I'm going to turn this into a completely different story. Although, I will state that most of those will be inspired by previous characters of mine.
Age: Johnathan is an oldblood who was turned during the Great Crusades, although nobody knows exactly which one. This makes him around 1.000 to 800 years old, or even potentially older.
Abilities: Aside from his enormous strength, speed and endurance as an Oldblood, Johnathan has spent hundreds of years constantly training his skills. He's travelled the world and killed the strongest opponents he could find. He's versed in a variety of martial arts both through weapons and barehanded, as well as being able to instantly recognize any fighting style or technique. It is said that Johnathan has reached the pinnacle of martial knowledge, and even as a human he would have been a terrifying opponent, a warrior without equal. As a vampire of his age, however, he has also inherited a number of powers unique to him, as most vampires do.
Supposedly, Johnathan's true power is locked away by the crucifixes he wears. When he removes those, his true demonic inner nature is revealed, as all the hatred and bloodlust that he's suppressed to remain a human is unleashed in a single massive burst. Although this seal has removed the bloodthirsty nature that he would otherwise have possessed as a vampire, when he wields it as a weapon in those few moments, he becomes an insatiable killing machine that cannot be stopped in any way other than complete and utter destruction. No being still alive has ever seen Johnathan go berserk, because whenever he does, he has a tendency of wiping entire areas completely clean of all life, human or otherwise.
While any other oldblood would have a number of other abilities, Johnathan is fairly limited overall. Many believe that his true power is locked away together with his bloodlust, meaning he only has access to them when he releases his seal. This has the odd side effect of making him immune to those triggers which would usually harm vampires. Things like holy water, stakes and crucifixes are completely ineffective against him, as long as he doesn't activate the seal. As such, this provides some sliver of hope to the vampire hunter who would witness Johnathan's true form. While he would be far more dangerous, his original weaknesses as a vampire would be restored together with his powers, and he would be vulnerable.
Equipment:
Johnathan wields a large longsword, reforged many times through the ages and expertly kept, polished, cleaned and sharpened after every battle. On it's blade, the name of every great opponent slain by Johnathan is inscribed in ancient Latin, forming hundreds of tiny sigils. Furthermore, the hilt is adorned with a series of thin blades, so that if it is held wrong, the wielder risks losing his fingers. This was added to ensure that only Johnathan would be able to wield the blade properly.
As well as his blade, Johnathan is heavily armored. While to all appearances it's simpel steel, truly Johnathan's armor has been forged from a special lab alloy designed for top notch combat gear. Modeled after Dragonskin, using multiple layers of plates to absorb powerful blows, it's bulletproof and nearly impossible to pierce. Even lower grade explosives can't get through it's specially designed surface, which does an excellent job of spreading and absorbing the kinetic force. Furthermore, due to it's alloy design and the supple joints, he can move freely while wearing this garment, and it's far lighter than normal steel armor. He acquired this excellent armor in exchange for a certain favor for SOLDIER, which even today is kept quiet by the higher ups.
History:
Durign the Crusades, hundreds of years ago, a minor vampire lord wished held claim to a large area, manipulating the local political leaders. He met the divinely inspired knights with forces of the undead, beasts that could not be slain, and grew stronger the more they killed. Here, Johnathan fought, side by side with his brethren, screaming the bloody name of the catholic church as with any religious zealot. Full of faith in a God that would smite those before him, he rode into battle, foremost among his brethren in courage, if not might. However, he soon fell, and he was brought into a new life of undeath by the vampire lord whoms name is lost to time. He was made one of the undead, and the former symbols of his faith burned him. For all his brethren had been slaughtered, and even as he awoke, he was treated to the spectacle of hundreds of demons, feasting on the corpses of those whom had fought beside him.
In a rage, Johnathan slew the vampire lord with his newfound strength, his bloodthirst and anger making him far more dangerous than had been anticipated. He slaughtered every vampire on the field of corpses, one by one, until only he stood alone, still wearing the armor of a crusader. However, he denounced his faith, refusing to serve a God who had betrayed him and his people, and left him to the faith of undeath. Stained with blood, he ended the war singlehandedly, slaughtering any soldier who would dare walk onto those fields of battle once more, threatening to wipe out any army that would set foot on it's grounds.
After the crusades, when the fire of religious zealotry had burned down, for a time, Johnathan found more vampires, more beasts. He discovered that some were far stronger than he, and struggled to become the most powerful knight in all of the world. Serving teacher after teacher, and facing opponent after opponent, Johnathan learned the secrets of every martial art developed by man. He had made a vow to become the greatest warrior ever to walk the planet, and he would not rest, devoting all of his strength to improving himself both mentally and physically. Now he wanders the world, searching for new worlds to improve his capabilities, new techniques to learn, and new poweful opponents to slay.
Personality:
Hardened by hundreds of years of constant training, Johnathan is a walking talking weapon. He's confident and proud, serving no rule or law besides the principles of his own devising. He has no mercy, for it has been washed away by his experience, but he isn't uncaring. He refuses to fight women or children, and he will never fight those who do not accept his challenge. Of course, attacking him in any way holds a challenge in and of itself, and it's not smart to test his boundaries. If he feels you're insulting his honor, he'll feel entirely justified in ripping you to pieces.
With a sickening tear and crack, bone snaps and flesh rips apart. The arm falls from the ghoul's side, flexing as it hits the ground. There's no spurt of blood, no scream of agony, nothing even as human as the blink of an eye, not that the ghoul possessed any eyes to begin with. Just empty eye sockets, devoid of all emotion. And as the blade touched the ground, the creature's body seemed to shiver oddly, a vibration moving over it as it stands deathly still. For a moment, it seems to utter out a strange groan, deep and rattling, like a dying man's last breath. And then, with it's head hanging sideways and it's ribs crushed, the corpse crashes to the ground with a thump. All life seems to be gone from it, it's peeling skin already beginning to decay from exposure to air, still and unmoving.
Let's see how many people die before people figure out how to stop my char ^^
Enemies were closing in from all around, it was only a matter of time before they ganged up on him and he was defeated. Had he been at the peak of his powers, these fools would have been nothing but helpless, hapless victims. However, the mighty had long fallen. Omega had come to realize that his 20.000 year self-imposed exile from the lands of the living had taken it's toll on his once substantial power, and he would need to kill to reach the peak he had once held. However, despite being outnumbered, he held the significant advantage of surprise, as neither of those who faced him understood the truth behind his existence. One favor the passage of time had done him was to erase his legend, and his existence was a complete unknown in the eyes of the modern world.
A large rock hurled down from above. Potentially he could have stepped backwards out of the range of the attack. After all, while powerful, it wasn't a particularly subtle nor a stealthy attack, and it would be relatively easy to dodge. However, in order to do that he'd have to retreat, leaving himself open to attack from the second fool who came his way. Instead, he stepped into the cartoon madman's attack, the hammer striking the Host's chest, even as the ancient bones are cracked. However, even as the boulder crashes through his skull, it hurtles straight through, hitting Teo in the face, who had been far too distracted with striking his opponent. The two who had attacked him were both a threat, but it would be far easier to have them wipe one another out.
While his skull was ripped from his throat, and his ribs were reduced to ancient powder, none of this truly hurt Omega. He was not an organic being, not a creature of flesh and bone, reliant on internal organs to keep moving. The Host that held him was but a medium, a compensation for his lack of limbs. His senses were in no way impeded by what, to any other being, would be significant if not lethal damage. As such, he had the full time to perform another swing, abusing the time in between the strike, and the realization of a counterattack. To add even more damage, the singing black balde struck at the purple skinned priest, the tip scraping bone as he nicked her skull. If necessary, he would take down every man here, one by one, and rise once more as a force of nature.
A large rock hurled down from above. Potentially he could have stepped backwards out of the range of the attack. After all, while powerful, it wasn't a particularly subtle nor a stealthy attack, and it would be relatively easy to dodge. However, in order to do that he'd have to retreat, leaving himself open to attack from the second fool who came his way. Instead, he stepped into the cartoon madman's attack, the hammer striking the Host's chest, even as the ancient bones are cracked. However, even as the boulder crashes through his skull, it hurtles straight through, hitting Teo in the face, who had been far too distracted with striking his opponent. The two who had attacked him were both a threat, but it would be far easier to have them wipe one another out.
While his skull was ripped from his throat, and his ribs were reduced to ancient powder, none of this truly hurt Omega. He was not an organic being, not a creature of flesh and bone, reliant on internal organs to keep moving. The Host that held him was but a medium, a compensation for his lack of limbs. His senses were in no way impeded by what, to any other being, would be significant if not lethal damage. As such, he had the full time to perform another swing, abusing the time in between the strike, and the realization of a counterattack. To add even more damage, the singing black balde struck at the purple skinned priest, the tip scraping bone as he nicked her skull. If necessary, he would take down every man here, one by one, and rise once more as a force of nature.
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