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Well, submarines can destroy other submarines, but still, can we have multiple ships?
Yay for neo-colonialism.




It had been 2 months since the socialist government had lost its coalition in the parliament and, after 4 attempt of passing a budget failing, that France had been forced in elections. The socialists were ineffective, the financial crisis only deepened, the Centrist party had been wreaked by the audio records of Sarkozy while he was still president and didn't have time to turn around and propose a good candidate. All of this however had only given more fuel to a third party, the National Front. The government was corrupt and ineffective, the economy was slowing to a crawl, but yet they kept allowing immigrants in, there was no more money but yet they spent always more on generous hand out. A vote for the Far Right was a vote to make all this stop, a vote for the reactionary and return France to a point in its history where work conditions were perhaps less good than today, but where you actually had work to worry about this. The FN now had a majority in the parliament, won most of the municipal election and considerable weight in the European parliament, it was time to prove they could reverse the steam and do what Germany had failed to do and save fortress Europe, besieged by immigrants in Africa, now carrying deadly disease, terrorists in the middle east and a resurgent Russia in the east.

In the Élysée Palace, Marine Le Pen, newly elected President, met her cabinet. Many ministers, but a few chairs had been added for military officials. Greater influence of the military in civilian affairs had been pointed out as a dangerous flaw of Le Pen's plan, but there was other ways to see this, greater influence of the civilian on military affairs was one of them.

"Gentlemen, I declare this meeting of the Cabinet open. Of course, everything said here is state secret and disclosure of anything discussed here will be considered treason. So if anyone would register these conversations I'd ask them not to do so, which is why I asked you all to keep any electronic devices such as phones outside, that and I don't like interruption by ringtones to occur. Now, Mister the Prime Minister Jamet, if you would."

The man nodded getting up from his seat. "As we all know, the Euro as suffered in the last week alone a catastrophic meltdown, its value lowering by over 30% and rising compared to the US dollar and the Eastern currencies rising accordingly. While the situation seems critical and many are calling the end of the Eurozone, force is to consider that now is the moment to strike while the East as shown weakness and our minister of Finance has a bold plan to this regard where the longer the crisis and the worst it looks like, the more we are at advantage, mister Aliot, if you would."

The prime minister sat down and the minister of Industry raised. "Thank you mister the prime minister. Indeed, 30% lost value means that people doing business with us will find to their great surprise that this also means that our products are 30% cheaper, and this of course, if only in the United States, this rise in eastern currency is, and I am certain of it, what will save us. Their economies are heavily based on mass exportation and ours on importation, which is what caused this situation in the first place. I had the CEO of Renault and the chairman of the board on the line and indeed, it is the time to strike. Renault made intelligent investments in the past by buying Samsung Motors and so, we can offer for the nouveau riche and the rising middle class, both alternatives. A European car, luxurious and which brings prestige since no Asian manufacturer yet has the reputation Europeans have. And on the other side of course, the cost efficient model, with the large Samsung name all over it, but yet, produced by french interests to profit from frenchmen. Hyundai and others will have a hard time competing with us after a 30% price shift in our favor. China will suffer the same faith and I am sure that their government will not like to be put on the same stage we were in the last 30 years, that of globalisation, the end of profits and factories closing their doors."

"All of this of course brings me to the next point which is the home front. Although we had to take some loans to get this done, now that the stock markets were crashing, it was the time to strike good deals. We, of course, followed our policies of not sending out money for nothing, like the americans and ourselves did by offering 0% interest loans and the likes. We bought significant parts of our national industries and like asked madam president, we have officially put an halt on payment to the debt to Russia until the Romanian crisis resolves. We estimate a significant increase of revenue in the next trimester budget, but I will of course leave this for the budget report. Thank you for your attention ladies and gentlemen."

Some words were exchanged and Le Pen slowly nodded. The common people, the peasants if she were a queen of the ancien regime, were always so easily frightened on one side, and could always so easily reach euphoria on the other. Right now the climate of fear in the west was their ally and it should be maintained for as long as possible, but this was good only if France didn't lose control now. Likewise, the Euphoria in the east would cause their downfall, the old continent just had to wait for the next bubble to pop and all the people with a head on their shoulder knew what it would be: Their Export industry. Europe and America were their largest customer, Europe was failing and thus there already was a significant lowering in demand, and even if now China and Korea could sell their products to their own people to compensate, this was only a short term solution. "Indeed, let us follow on this, the budget and social subsidies cut."

Another man rose, he had been keeping silent with a smile and exchanging a few words with a man in military uniform. "Indeed. As you all know the bill will finish its reading in tomorrow's session and, thanks to our anti-filibustering bill last week, it will pass with no problem now that we hold the absolute majority. The entitlements will be reduced by about 85%, only the handicapped and the families, of French nationality if I might add, will now be receiving social security. Any immigrant without a job will be deported and anyone applying for help for the government will be told to join the army, if physically unfit, will be remembered that either the army will make him fit again or he falls in the handicapped category. Most certainly a lot will cry about this, I'm expecting riots, but along with the deportation if any crime is committed on immigrants, this will serve its purpose, in fact I do believe that this could have the effect of lowering the Euro even more if we are lucky, people would see this as us losing control, while we are in fact, resuming our control. Lower Euro will of course mean great rise in gas price, but I do believe Renault is preparing an alternative in electric bus and so forth? It will actually force people to use common transport and thus finance said transport... This may be considered insider trading, but as we are the state it doesn't really matter, but we've made significant investment to acquire shares in major transportation companies and we should force a fusion under one, if possibly state controlled through majority ownership, corporation, which will be able to weather international fluctuation much better than smaller manufacturers. There are other minor things, such as the 'Leave no one behind' project where people on the street will be put either in mental institution or in the army as to put their lives back together, but I think this is about it. Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen."

The man sat down with people smiling and in general expressing their enthusiasm. Finally, something to deal with the filthy immigrants, provide employment to the youth and the lazy as well as show the world, Russia in particular, that Europe being willing to go to war wasn't just something said with no intention to actually act. "This brings us to the first foreign affair matter, Romania... I will make my stand clear on this, we've lately 'Accidentally' leaked that France would stand and fight and was ready, if need be, to deploy its nuclear weapons. People see the Front National as extreme right, that we're, quote, 'Crazy enough to do it' in our xenophobia. Well, this again works in our advantage. I'm sure Germany looks for a quick end of this, to stabilize everything and move on. I say we take our time, organize elections, deal with the objections to the results, maybe rig a few things to keep the fear in Europe for a while. You are aware of how much I wish for France to leave the EU and NATO, but we must do so intelligently as there is yet something to be salvaged out of this mess. Italy, Spain and Portugal mostly, as fellow Latin countries, are to be saved, if only to be used. Belgium is part of the core countries of the EU, the rich ones, it will be a tougher nut to crack, but I refuse to see the Frenchmen of this world divided as it has been for the last few centuries. I think they can be manipulated by the fear of actually having to repay that debt."

"Next of course is, Africa. As mentioned before, we need to limit immigration if only to limit the spread of the disease, we do not have the resources to be nice anymore, much less to face a pandemic. Minister, if you would proceed." Another man got up. "Thank you. While we are in the line of going for opportunities, this might just be the best of them all. Africa has thus far been unable to exploit the vast resources it has and now that it faces this disease, we have a reason to go in there, in the ex colonies. Central Africa and Mali were a good start but only a start. Our old colonies are not yet touched by this plague, but they fear the consequences, mass refugees, the spread of this thing, and they do not have the strength to prevent this. We do however. While we are helping them however, I think it would be best to... do some other things. In the 'Corner the market through debatable financial initiatives if France was a person and not a state'..."

There was a few laugh, but the minister lost his smile when he looked at the President, who did not smile. He cleared his throat and continued. "Mmm, yes, well, we have invested significantly in a mining company in difficulty, renamed it 'Francosphere Mining' and we are now ready to send it to Africa. We'll offer slightly larger salaries than they are used to there, but still nothing compared to paying french workers, and call it 'Humanitarian help' and so forth, equitable trading and whatnot. This, combined with the climate of fear in African countries right now should insure we have plenty of workforce willing to work in mining camps, being fed, and protected by French military from bandits and the disease. For those willing to do more for more, we have planed a large recruitment effort in foreign countries, especially Africa, to get people to join the Foreign Legion. French citizenship after serving, French level pay and so forth. To the lowest of the low I am certain this will be attractive and, having locals serving in our... helping force in Africa, should lessen local tensions that are certain to arise. Next on this recruitment drive will be other European nations now that the fear is settling in, and maybe we'll move to Asia once their factories begin to close down." The man sat down, there actually was a small ovation.

The significance of this project wasn't lost on anyone, it was kind of corrupted: The people at the top all working together and creating, lets say it frankly, monopolies. French interests in the automobile industry with resources mined in countries with french interests by companies with french interests in them. The mod was set: Let China and Russia have a taste of their own medicine for a change.



|Ship Name: USS Leviathan
|Ship Class: Leviathan Class Ballistic Submarine
|Ship Hull Classification Symbol: SSBN-X
|Ship Role: Nuclear Ballistic Strategic Submarine Reconverted in Attack Submarine
|Armament:
-30 Cruise Missile Tube
-10 Torpedo Tubes (8 front, 2 back)
-2 SAM

|Dimensions:
-Length: 774 ft
-Beam: 155 ft
-Draught: 82 ft

|Speed:
-Surface: 48 km/h
-Submerged: 57 km/h

|Crew:
-324

|Motto:
-Secundo concludit ad omnia finem. (A second end to all things.)

|Other:
It was designed as to compete with the Soviet Typhoon's title of biggest monster under the sea, obviously the USA needed a bigger, badder, and more destructive monster with 30 MIRV ballistic missile that could destroy all the major cities in China and the USSR all by itself. Even after the end of the cold war it was built and has since then been pointed at as 'The navy trying to have the biggest dick again.' by other branches of the army. It can remain submerged indefinitely and the admirals have used it to submerge the career of those it didn't like but couldn't just throw out of the navy, so you get a crew made of either hyper competent officers that were too ambitious for their own good or crew members that were good at their job, but had personality quirks that simply pissed of their commanding officers. It is notable that this ship was made to survive without contact from the outside world after what would have been the end of the world for years at the time so its facilities are extremely well supplied with amenities other ships wouldn't have as to starve off boredom and madness, so life in this submarine is akin to one in a small village more than it is in the army.

Fun fact: The crew spent the last 2 years away from civilization and since the captain himself isn't too keen on the military decorum, this ship is considered a mad house by outside seamen because there is a tendency to see things like the Captain on the bridge wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear while drinking homemade booze in a coffee cup with "#1 World Destroyer" on it. Everyone calls each other by first names and rank is basically only something people pull out when they're tired of pranks or some bullshit or another.

|Captain's Name: Francis "Whatever" MacGregor

+Personality: Kind of a loner that minds his own business, the fact that he was in command made him a captain what really doesn't care about what his crew does as long as it more or less is able to perform its duty. It is also used to only have the order 'Go there and patrol for 9 months' and then never hear from admiralty again, meaning he doesn't work well with others, it's even worst when said 'others' actually order him around.
+Bio: Submariner for life, he was competent enough and gained rank with time because in an era where nothing ever happens to a SSBN, he was simply 'Slightly better' than the other choice. His career kind of went downhill when he gained head of his own submarine and his habit of minding his own business which always made him appreciated, transformed his sub in a circus with absolutely no trace of discipline. They couldn't fire him since his crew actually always went through the evaluations, although always barely, but his existence was still shaming the navy. It was one Admiral that had the brilliant idea to promote him as Captain of the Leviathan. It was an early promotion he probably didn't deserve yet and it was a prestigious one, both factor made it so it would take a very long time, if he ever actually could, get promoted again. Plus, the submarine had such ridiculous operation time they would never see him or the other jackasses he would command, before 2 years and then 2 years again and so forth.

If the admirals didn't want to see him then fine, he didn't want to see them either. He always used the vagueness of the order 'Patrol the Pacific' to his advantage since no one ever bothered or cared to send something more detailed. Shore leave on a deserted island, hockey game on the ice of the arctic, 'Infiltration training' by going gambling for a night in Thailand or fishing for days on end while the crew worked on their tan. He dreamed of becoming a marine biologist when he was young but joined the navy as an alternative when he found the hard truth that he had no money to study.

|Name: Sarah 'Team Mom' Mullins
+Rank: Commander
+Role: XO

+Personality: 'Team Mom' would be like it, she makes up what Francis lacks in people skill and makes sure everyone follows the orders he mutters barely audibly between 2 sips of coffee. Shares a cabin with Francis and is known to also share his bed. Welcoming, positive, always sees the best in people and encourage them to do their best as well.
+Bio: How someone like her, actually mentally balanced, without an ego the size of a mountain or an obvious character flaw would have ended on this submarine is anyone's guess, but the truth is when Francis got his promotion he didn't know at first that he would head a circus freak show and thus selected someone that looked competant among the list of proposed seconds. Even today Francis keeps apologizing to her about how he, without knowing it, torpedoed her career by selecting her to join him in his crew of dead end failures. Still, she takes it rather well, 'The navy was getting boring anyways' she says.

|Name: Joshua "The Man" Chrysler
+Rank: Lieutenant
+Role: Main Pilot

+Personality: He's the definition of sleazy and in general is simply only looking for entertainment and to make money, still, he's very friendly and kind of a people's person.
+Bio: The guy on the ship that always had a good ounce of pot to sell to the crew but that could never be caught even if every one knew it was him, his record being too damn good to fire him for whatever other reason. He was thus transferred on the Leviathan where Francis found that Josh was really good for disarming fights and creating a nice environment for people to be in while still keeping control of the hundreds of crewmen. He has a nice little 'Magical Garden' in about 4 shoe boxes to supply himself and others with 'The good Stuff', Francis turns a blind eye on this and calls it a 'Necessary Evil' to keep the crew calm and help them relax.

|Name: Erika 'System Admin' Sutherland
+Rank: Lieutenant
+Role: Navy intelligence analyst.

+Personality: Ridiculously self confident and with an ego the submarine in all its size can barely contain, she is a nerd to the core and speeds all days in her cabin geeking on video games since the time she actually had anything to do relating to her work other than to send a schedule to Francis about when it's ok to surface the ship without being observed by satellites must total to less than 6 hours.
+Bio: A brilliant analyst that could break any code, she was a miracle by herself and rose rank through Navy intelligence at ridiculous speed, what caused her downfall was the fact that she never stopped bragging about her own greatness and about how it was only a matter of time until she became head of Intelligence. The current Head of intelligence didn't like that and thus declared that Erika needed some 'Field Experience'. While Erika found this annoying she didn't think much of it at first, until she arrived on the submarine and Francis told her bluntly the truth: The Leviathan is a dead end, your career stops the moment you enter it because nothing ever happens and you are there for a very, very long time. Enjoy spending 2 years without seeing the sunlight. This had the effect of a cold shower and anger slowly made place to resignation, her perfect manners, schedule, dressing and her idea of always looking for a challenge slowly eroding. There was no challenge to be had and whatever effort she putted on being above the slobs on this ship served no purpose, she had fucked up.
Why thank you.

NS is done, twas mainly copy pasting things. I wonder however, could a switch of government in France be in order? I'll be honest, the socialists, despite how leftist I am, are especially in a context of 'Impending economic doom' so hilariously incompetent at leading this country it's not even funny.

Also, read the IC and, relating to the black sea, I'll drop this.

Considering Turkey is a NATO member, well... and of course, there's the fact that there's nothing preventing anyone from pulling a Soviet on you.

For several years after World War II, the Soviets exploited the restriction on the number of foreign warships by ensuring that one of theirs was always in the Straits, thus effectively blocking any nation other than Turkey from sending warships through the Straits.
Official Name of Nation: La République Française
Common Name of Nation France

Capital: Paris
Largest City: Paris

Official Languages: French
Commonly Recognized Languages: French
Official Written Language: French

Ethnic Groups
-Metropolitan French
--Breton (Weak, not recognized)
--Occitan (Weak, not recognized)

Government Type: Republic
Head of State: TBA

Other Honorable Mentions: TBA

Legislature: Senate, National Assembly

Formation (date):
-Gaul: -600
-Kingdom of the Franks: 492
-French Fifth Republic: 4 October 1958

Square Land Area: 642,801 km
Coastline Area: 4,853 km
Shared Border Area: 4,042 km
Waterways: 8,501 km

GDP (PPP) 2,372 billion US
Defence Budget: 43,000,000,000
External Debt: 5,165,000,000,000
Reserves of Foreign Exchange and Gold: 184,500,000,000
GDP (Nominal): 2,613,936 million US
Gini Index: 32.7
HDI Index: 0.893

Currency: Euro (Seems to have fluctuated?)

Drives on the?: Right

CAPABILITIES
Total Population: 65,951,611
Available Manpower: 28,802,096
Fit for Military Service: 23,747,168
Reaching Military Age Annually: 773,889
Active Frontline Personnel: 228,656
Reserve Personnel: 195,770

Labour Forces: 29,780,000
Merchant Marine Strength: 162
Major Ports and Terminals: 14
Roadway Coverage: 951,200
Railway Coverage: 29,640
Serviceable Airports: 464

Oil Production (bbl/day): 70,800
Oil Consumption (bbl/day): 1,865,000
Proven Reserves in Total: 85,180,000

Tanks: 423
Armored Fighting Vehicles: 7,290
Self-Propelled Guns: 149
Towed Artillery Pieces: 750
Rocket Projectors (MLRS): 60

Total Aircraft: 1,203
Helicopters: 561

Total Ships: 120
Aircraft Carriers: 1
Frigates: 22
Destroyers: 0
Corvettes: 0
Submarines: 10
Coastal Defence Craft: 14
Mine Warfare Craft: 18

Nuclear Capabilities:
-Total: 290
-Active: 280
Boss_Dude said
What's this about a war axe?


Old guild business. There has been times when Warty and I haven't seen eye to eye.
I'd bury the war axe and take on France, that is if you'd see me here of course.
GreenGoat said
Monsters. I vote for monster enemies. And godzilla. Or the fleet passed the Bermuda triangle and we end up somewhere in some alien place.


I'm not sure about the first, very Pacific Rim like. I'd like to see more options. The second could be fun, but the thing is we have the munition problem. You have 30 cruise missiles? Seems like a lot, but if you can't replace them it may not amount to much, so how do we deal with the whole logistics thing? Although THAT could be fun in itself, go to somewhere unknown, at first destroy everything, then oh shit, ammunitions, when oh shit, food and fuel (Nuclear submarine guys laugh at everyone else since they can survive for 2 years quite comfortably)


|Ship Name: USS Leviathan
|Ship Class: Leviathan Class Ballistic Submarine
|Ship Hull Classification Symbol: SSBN-X
|Ship Role: Nuclear Ballistic Strategic Submarine Reconverted in Attack Submarine
|Armament:
-30 Cruise Missile Tube
-10 Torpedo Tubes (8 front, 2 back)
-2 SAM

|Dimensions:
-Length: 774 ft
-Beam: 155 ft
-Draught: 82 ft

|Speed:
-Surface: 48 km/h
-Submerged: 57 km/h

|Crew:
-324

|Motto:
-Secundo concludit ad omnia finem. (A second end to all things.)

|Other:
It was designed as to compete with the Soviet Typhoon's title of biggest monster under the sea, obviously the USA needed a bigger, badder, and more destructive monster with 30 MIRV ballistic missile that could destroy all the major cities in China and the USSR all by itself. Even after the end of the cold war it was built and has since then been pointed at as 'The navy trying to have the biggest dick again.' by other branches of the army. It can remain submerged indefinitely and the admirals have used it to submerge the career of those it didn't like but couldn't just throw out of the navy, so you get a crew made of either hyper competent officers that were too ambitious for their own good or crew members that were good at their job, but had personality quirks that simply pissed of their commanding officers. It is notable that this ship was made to survive without contact from the outside world after what would have been the end of the world for years at the time so its facilities are extremely well supplied with amenities other ships wouldn't have as to starve off boredom and madness, so life in this submarine is akin to one in a small village more than it is in the army.

Fun fact: The crew spent the last 2 years away from civilization and since the captain himself isn't too keen on the military decorum, this ship is considered a mad house by outside seamen because there is a tendency to see things like the Captain on the bridge wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear while drinking homemade booze in a coffee cup with "#1 World Destroyer" on it. Everyone calls each other by first names and rank is basically only something people pull out when they're tired of pranks or some bullshit or another.

|Captain's Name: Francis "Whatever" MacGregor

+Personality: Kind of a loner that minds his own business, the fact that he was in command made him a captain what really doesn't care about what his crew does as long as it more or less is able to perform its duty. It is also used to only have the order 'Go there and patrol for 9 months' and then never hear from admiralty again, meaning he doesn't work well with others, it's even worst when said 'others' actually order him around.
+Bio: Submariner for life, he was competent enough and gained rank with time because in an era where nothing ever happens to a SSBN, he was simply 'Slightly better' than the other choice. His career kind of went downhill when he gained head of his own submarine and his habit of minding his own business which always made him appreciated, transformed his sub in a circus with absolutely no trace of discipline. They couldn't fire him since his crew actually always went through the evaluations, although always barely, but his existence was still shaming the navy. It was one Admiral that had the brilliant idea to promote him as Captain of the Leviathan. It was an early promotion he probably didn't deserve yet and it was a prestigious one, both factor made it so it would take a very long time, if he ever actually could, get promoted again. Plus, the submarine had such ridiculous operation time they would never see him or the other jackasses he would command, before 2 years and then 2 years again and so forth.

If the admirals didn't want to see him then fine, he didn't want to see them either. He always used the vagueness of the order 'Patrol the Pacific' to his advantage since no one ever bothered or cared to send something more detailed. Shore leave on a deserted island, hockey game on the ice of the arctic, 'Infiltration training' by going gambling for a night in Thailand or fishing for days on end while the crew worked on their tan. He dreamed of becoming a marine biologist when he was young but joined the navy as an alternative when he found the hard truth that he had no money to study.

|Name: Sarah 'Team Mom' Mullins
+Rank: Commander
+Role: XO

+Personality: 'Team Mom' would be like it, she makes up what Francis lacks in people skill and makes sure everyone follows the orders he mutters barely audibly between 2 sips of coffee. Shares a cabin with Francis and is known to also share his bed. Welcoming, positive, always sees the best in people and encourage them to do their best as well.
+Bio: How someone like her, actually mentally balanced, without an ego the size of a mountain or an obvious character flaw would have ended on this submarine is anyone's guess, but the truth is when Francis got his promotion he didn't know at first that he would head a circus freak show and thus selected someone that looked competant among the list of proposed seconds. Even today Francis keeps apologizing to her about how he, without knowing it, torpedoed her career by selecting her to join him in his crew of dead end failures. Still, she takes it rather well, 'The navy was getting boring anyways' she says.

|Name: Joshua "The Man" Chrysler
+Rank: Lieutenant
+Role: Main Pilot

+Personality: He's the definition of sleazy and in general is simply only looking for entertainment and to make money, still, he's very friendly and kind of a people's person.
+Bio: The guy on the ship that always had a good ounce of pot to sell to the crew but that could never be caught even if every one knew it was him, his record being too damn good to fire him for whatever other reason. He was thus transferred on the Leviathan where Francis found that Josh was really good for disarming fights and creating a nice environment for people to be in while still keeping control of the hundreds of crewmen. He has a nice little 'Magical Garden' in about 4 shoe boxes to supply himself and others with 'The good Stuff', Francis turns a blind eye on this and calls it a 'Necessary Evil' to keep the crew calm and help them relax.

|Name: Erika 'System Admin' Sutherland
+Rank: Lieutenant
+Role: Navy intelligence analyst.

+Personality: Ridiculously self confident and with an ego the submarine in all its size can barely contain, she is a nerd to the core and speeds all days in her cabin geeking on video games since the time she actually had anything to do relating to her work other than to send a schedule to Francis about when it's ok to surface the ship without being observed by satellites must total to less than 6 hours.
+Bio: A brilliant analyst that could break any code, she was a miracle by herself and rose rank through Navy intelligence at ridiculous speed, what caused her downfall was the fact that she never stopped bragging about her own greatness and about how it was only a matter of time until she became head of Intelligence. The current Head of intelligence didn't like that and thus declared that Erika needed some 'Field Experience'. While Erika found this annoying she didn't think much of it at first, until she arrived on the submarine and Francis told her bluntly the truth: The Leviathan is a dead end, your career stops the moment you enter it because nothing ever happens and you are there for a very, very long time. Enjoy spending 2 years without seeing the sunlight. This had the effect of a cold shower and anger slowly made place to resignation, her perfect manners, schedule, dressing and her idea of always looking for a challenge slowly eroding. There was no challenge to be had and whatever effort she putted on being above the slobs on this ship served no purpose, she had fucked up.
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