And, tomorrow, I should have enough time to sit down and make the next chapter. Until then, a bit of a creepy thing I found to tide you over...
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children.
Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous.
The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "..Take the children and get out of the house…we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue." The police found all three of the house occupants dead within ten minutes of the call.
Arts & Creativity
Share your own creative works, NOT related to Minecraft. Drawings, prose, poetry, machinima, films and so on, it all goes here. Remember that this is intended for serious posts and serious feedback.
(Underscore added by me)
Thus, this should be moved to the Minecraft Alpha Board. Or wherever it was originally.
Didn't think anyone read it, really. But since you guys liked it, heres something to tide you over while I work on college work.
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
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Didn't think anyone read it, really. But since you guys liked it, heres something to tide you over while I work on college work.
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
Didn't think anyone read it, really. But since you guys liked it, heres something to tide you over while I work on college work.
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
Ah.
Now if that were me (luckily not) I would be completely freaked out.
Haha, might make a thread for this stuff.
Can I add yours? I'll put your name ofcourse..
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Sure, I have a lot more. They aren't mine though; dunno who made em. =P
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Novalia is private till Notch fixes the memory leak issue. =S
And yes, you can PM on the Novalia forums, I assume that is what you meant?
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I am not dead, just busy with Dwarf Fortress. I am sufficiently hooked on it now that I know how to play. As an apology, I have a nice story for you about one of my most recent games...
Year 251 Spring. The Leader’s Journal of Amost “Furystone” Frillashed of Stonefountain
Blasted elves. Told us the way home was through the swamps, and now our cart is stuck in the mud and depths. Out cats are having a grand time, however, catching no less than 9 different fireflies and depositing them on the ground next to us.
Taking stock of our food and booze supplies, I realized we had enough to maybe last till the end of the season. Looks like we have no choice but to set up camp here in this blasted place, Who knows, maybe we will find something good beneath these hills.
I have planned out an area for our miners to start digging. Hopefully we will hit stone and be able to make some good crafts from it for the foolish elves and humans that are likely to come snooping.
Meanwhile, I have designated a large patch of trees to be cut down outside the carved entrance. With this wood we should be able to make some proper beds for ourselves, a necessity if we are to stay in this blasted swamp.
During the mining, the Mason, Chiselheart Bakkusttosid and his apprentice, our carpenter Treecarver Nishodkish, came to me with an idea. Why not build a wall outside the cave entrance for a first line of defense? I agreed, and the two of them started work on a walled zone around the entrance of the cave itself.
On our digging, we have not yet hit any water, nor heard its sounds. We are all worried that we will not be able to farm underground, and to quell that fear I have tasked our planter, Rootstone Anamtekkud, to gather the nearby plants in hopes of finding a few seeds for an aboveground farm.
Halfway through spring, Chiselheart came to me and told me that we were out of Jet for the walls. Blast. I told him to start using the next numerous material we had, Kaolinite. I suppose I will just have to live with the fact half of our wall will be black and the other half, red.
The meeting halls are complete, allowing our animals and ourselves to start moving into the fortress. The miners have done a good job, carving out the walls well. They have also carved out an area to begin construction on a carpenter’s workshop, which I shall begin immediately. There was also enough room for a Craftsdwarf’s Workshop, which I ordered construction as well. We cannot have our dwarven skills go rusty, can we?
I have also noticed that Chopper Sibrekonshen, our woodcutter, has finished the wood I ordered to be cut down at the beginning of spring, and immediately ordered him to start helping with the work on the walls. Lazy git was just hanging around the cart; I’m the only one allowed to do that!
Right before the change of seasons, Ironpick and Stonesmiter, our miners, told me they had finished the large area I had designated for the food storage. I immediately ordered all our food inside the fort; We didn’t want our supplies ruined by rain or the elements.
Year 251 Summer. The Leader’s Journal of Amost “Furystone” Frillashed of Stonefountain
The summer marked the beginning of the completion of the wall. I was enheartened; we would all be a little safer now. Not that any of us had seen any hostiles during this stay. Quite boring actually.
While walking around, I noticed a small ledge over the fortress’s underground entrance. Interested, I walked up a slope and soon found myself on an overhang. I soon realized this was a dangerous flaw in our defense, and could allow anyone to stand up there and fire down on the fortress. I remedied that by ordering construction of another wall to guard the ledge. Can’t be too careful.
Midsummer, some migrants arrive. I guess they have migrated here after hearing about how we have nearly no troubles? I do not know, but it is nice to see some new faces. By Armok, it is boring though. Several of them I start having gather plants and herbs from outside. Another, I start having carve some goblets of chalk, to trade with anyone who comes looking for such things. The last few I ordered to masonry and carpentry. Can never have too many working on improving the fortress!
With the new migrants, we now had enough people to start working on the great gates, on the outer walls. I ordered it built out of kaolinite; its ruby red tones will make it similar to the walls themselves.
Year 251 Autumn. The Leader’s Journal of Amost “Furystone” Frillashed of Stonefountain
The caravans should be here by the end of the season. Let’s hope they like chalk mugs.
I soon realized we were out of beer. Not good. Even my own flask was dry. Damn; looks like until the still is finished we are drinking water. Disgusting. On a side note, we are also running out of food. The plants that our gatherers are getting are not filling the food barrels fast enough. I order a new farm to be made outside; hopefully it will be done soon.
Blast it all! The Armok-damned fools will not finish the still! I keep showing the stones in the way, but they just blankly look at me and say, “Sir, they are blocking the site. We cannot build it.” When I tell them to move them, they look at me blankly. Armok damn it!
Well, it seems a few of them are smarter than I thought. One miner, Ironpick, decided to remove the stones and dump them in the refuse pile. Took longer than expected, but still he did it. With the still completed, I have told our brewer to begin work.
Then, I turn around, and lo and behold! More migrants! They seem to have come while I was worried about the still. Great; more mouths to feed. Ah well, we can find work for them, nonetheless. One of them is even a brewer. I set him up to relieve our current one from duty so he can get back to planting crops for food.
While walking through the fort today, I heard a pair of cries for help. Looking up, I saw Chiselheart and Treecarver stuck at the top of a cliff, where they had walled themselves in. Blasted fools. I ordered them to tear down a section of the wall and then replace it, which they hastily started. I could not believe their stupidity, by Armok, what sort of fools am I dealing with?
This is great. Just great. It seems Treecarver died of thirst while tearing down the wall. His death sent one of our Miners, Ironpick to be exact, into a fury. He went around, destroying the Craftsdwarf’s Workshop, and killing two of the migrants with a pick to the face. I have made sure to be quite far away while he is doing this…
I cannot believe it. 8 dwarves, dead to the hand of Ironpick. I have no choice, I have to flee this place. There is no hope for it now. As I speak, Ironpick has slain 2 more in his berserk fury. Bodies litter the halls and blood soaks the ground.
As I run, I hear a sickening crunch as another dwarf, a carpenter, is cut down, this time from the swing of a pick hard enough that it decapitated the poor fellow. Making it out to the gates, I then watched as the miner proceeded to slay all but 3 in the fortress.
Ironpick was finally cut down by our second miner, Stonesmiter. However, his arms where a bloody mess and his throat was torn; he died shortly after the battle.
The final dwarf looked at his fallen companions, and then keeled over and died for no apparent reason. Walking up to the corpse, I saw it withered. It seems the poor fool died of thirst; even though we had a small lake outside.
That is it, as the last remaining survivor of Stonefountain, I am gone. Even if I have to walk back to the Mountainhomes myself, I am not stopping until I get there.
>End of Journal<
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Not going to quote,
but, It's good,
although the end is a bit sudden, but the way you write it, a bit angry and well, I don't know how to explain, amkes it all the more real.
Although i don't play, it seems good.
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
Bit angry cause it was through the viewpoints of the dwarf. All of it was ingame. All of it. Every last bit.
I did not expect my Master Miner to suddenly throw a tantrum and smack all my dwarves to death with his copper pick. D=
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Bit angry cause it was through the viewpoints of the dwarf. All of it was ingame. All of it. Every last bit.
I did not expect my Master Miner to suddenly throw a tantrum and smack all my dwarves to death with his copper pick. D=
that type of stuff happens a lot to my brother. He once had a mother, carrying her baby, walk into the river in order to dig something out. She freaks out upon entrance of the water, and drops her baby. It drowns, and noone can pick up the corpse. so yeah.
Working on the next chapter, I am now so inspired...
BOBBY YARSULIK PMED ME.
I mean, I cannot imagine anything better than a Minecraft STAR talking to you. I am sitting on cloud 9 atm and want to share the love.
EDIT: Done. Also finished chapter 19. =3
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I just read it. Your technique is very nice. The only major thing that detracted from the experience (aside from typos) was your dialogue placement. Dialogue is generally made into its own paragraph for each change of speaker. Sometimes, you had Elder talk in one of Charle's paragraph, and didn't tag it. I was confused until I read a bit further.
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a weeping angel? no wonder they died.
(Underscore added by me)
Thus, this should be moved to the Minecraft Alpha Board. Or wherever it was originally.
Good story, though.
Didn't think anyone read it, really. But since you guys liked it, heres something to tide you over while I work on college work.
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
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NO TIME FOR THESE STORIES BACK TO WORK!
The Quick Fix!
Click the creeper!
Ah.
Now if that were me (luckily not) I would be completely freaked out.
Haha, might make a thread for this stuff.
Can I add yours? I'll put your name ofcourse..
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Awesome,
can you PM on those forums, you can right?
btw, i wanted to join Novalia, but you said the whitelist is down or something?
And yes, you can PM on the Novalia forums, I assume that is what you meant?
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Year 251 Spring. The Leader’s Journal of Amost “Furystone” Frillashed of Stonefountain
Blasted elves. Told us the way home was through the swamps, and now our cart is stuck in the mud and depths. Out cats are having a grand time, however, catching no less than 9 different fireflies and depositing them on the ground next to us.
Taking stock of our food and booze supplies, I realized we had enough to maybe last till the end of the season. Looks like we have no choice but to set up camp here in this blasted place, Who knows, maybe we will find something good beneath these hills.
I have planned out an area for our miners to start digging. Hopefully we will hit stone and be able to make some good crafts from it for the foolish elves and humans that are likely to come snooping.
Meanwhile, I have designated a large patch of trees to be cut down outside the carved entrance. With this wood we should be able to make some proper beds for ourselves, a necessity if we are to stay in this blasted swamp.
During the mining, the Mason, Chiselheart Bakkusttosid and his apprentice, our carpenter Treecarver Nishodkish, came to me with an idea. Why not build a wall outside the cave entrance for a first line of defense? I agreed, and the two of them started work on a walled zone around the entrance of the cave itself.
On our digging, we have not yet hit any water, nor heard its sounds. We are all worried that we will not be able to farm underground, and to quell that fear I have tasked our planter, Rootstone Anamtekkud, to gather the nearby plants in hopes of finding a few seeds for an aboveground farm.
Halfway through spring, Chiselheart came to me and told me that we were out of Jet for the walls. Blast. I told him to start using the next numerous material we had, Kaolinite. I suppose I will just have to live with the fact half of our wall will be black and the other half, red.
The meeting halls are complete, allowing our animals and ourselves to start moving into the fortress. The miners have done a good job, carving out the walls well. They have also carved out an area to begin construction on a carpenter’s workshop, which I shall begin immediately. There was also enough room for a Craftsdwarf’s Workshop, which I ordered construction as well. We cannot have our dwarven skills go rusty, can we?
I have also noticed that Chopper Sibrekonshen, our woodcutter, has finished the wood I ordered to be cut down at the beginning of spring, and immediately ordered him to start helping with the work on the walls. Lazy git was just hanging around the cart; I’m the only one allowed to do that!
Right before the change of seasons, Ironpick and Stonesmiter, our miners, told me they had finished the large area I had designated for the food storage. I immediately ordered all our food inside the fort; We didn’t want our supplies ruined by rain or the elements.
Year 251 Summer. The Leader’s Journal of Amost “Furystone” Frillashed of Stonefountain
The summer marked the beginning of the completion of the wall. I was enheartened; we would all be a little safer now. Not that any of us had seen any hostiles during this stay. Quite boring actually.
While walking around, I noticed a small ledge over the fortress’s underground entrance. Interested, I walked up a slope and soon found myself on an overhang. I soon realized this was a dangerous flaw in our defense, and could allow anyone to stand up there and fire down on the fortress. I remedied that by ordering construction of another wall to guard the ledge. Can’t be too careful.
Midsummer, some migrants arrive. I guess they have migrated here after hearing about how we have nearly no troubles? I do not know, but it is nice to see some new faces. By Armok, it is boring though. Several of them I start having gather plants and herbs from outside. Another, I start having carve some goblets of chalk, to trade with anyone who comes looking for such things. The last few I ordered to masonry and carpentry. Can never have too many working on improving the fortress!
With the new migrants, we now had enough people to start working on the great gates, on the outer walls. I ordered it built out of kaolinite; its ruby red tones will make it similar to the walls themselves.
Year 251 Autumn. The Leader’s Journal of Amost “Furystone” Frillashed of Stonefountain
The caravans should be here by the end of the season. Let’s hope they like chalk mugs.
I soon realized we were out of beer. Not good. Even my own flask was dry. Damn; looks like until the still is finished we are drinking water. Disgusting. On a side note, we are also running out of food. The plants that our gatherers are getting are not filling the food barrels fast enough. I order a new farm to be made outside; hopefully it will be done soon.
Blast it all! The Armok-damned fools will not finish the still! I keep showing the stones in the way, but they just blankly look at me and say, “Sir, they are blocking the site. We cannot build it.” When I tell them to move them, they look at me blankly. Armok damn it!
Well, it seems a few of them are smarter than I thought. One miner, Ironpick, decided to remove the stones and dump them in the refuse pile. Took longer than expected, but still he did it. With the still completed, I have told our brewer to begin work.
Then, I turn around, and lo and behold! More migrants! They seem to have come while I was worried about the still. Great; more mouths to feed. Ah well, we can find work for them, nonetheless. One of them is even a brewer. I set him up to relieve our current one from duty so he can get back to planting crops for food.
While walking through the fort today, I heard a pair of cries for help. Looking up, I saw Chiselheart and Treecarver stuck at the top of a cliff, where they had walled themselves in. Blasted fools. I ordered them to tear down a section of the wall and then replace it, which they hastily started. I could not believe their stupidity, by Armok, what sort of fools am I dealing with?
This is great. Just great. It seems Treecarver died of thirst while tearing down the wall. His death sent one of our Miners, Ironpick to be exact, into a fury. He went around, destroying the Craftsdwarf’s Workshop, and killing two of the migrants with a pick to the face. I have made sure to be quite far away while he is doing this…
I cannot believe it. 8 dwarves, dead to the hand of Ironpick. I have no choice, I have to flee this place. There is no hope for it now. As I speak, Ironpick has slain 2 more in his berserk fury. Bodies litter the halls and blood soaks the ground.
As I run, I hear a sickening crunch as another dwarf, a carpenter, is cut down, this time from the swing of a pick hard enough that it decapitated the poor fellow. Making it out to the gates, I then watched as the miner proceeded to slay all but 3 in the fortress.
Ironpick was finally cut down by our second miner, Stonesmiter. However, his arms where a bloody mess and his throat was torn; he died shortly after the battle.
The final dwarf looked at his fallen companions, and then keeled over and died for no apparent reason. Walking up to the corpse, I saw it withered. It seems the poor fool died of thirst; even though we had a small lake outside.
That is it, as the last remaining survivor of Stonefountain, I am gone. Even if I have to walk back to the Mountainhomes myself, I am not stopping until I get there.
>End of Journal<
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but, It's good,
although the end is a bit sudden, but the way you write it, a bit angry and well, I don't know how to explain, amkes it all the more real.
Although i don't play, it seems good.
I did not expect my Master Miner to suddenly throw a tantrum and smack all my dwarves to death with his copper pick. D=
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that type of stuff happens a lot to my brother. He once had a mother, carrying her baby, walk into the river in order to dig something out. She freaks out upon entrance of the water, and drops her baby. It drowns, and noone can pick up the corpse. so yeah.
Agreed,
but face it.
Would you have enough time to make an amazing story?
So, I wait patiently.
BOBBY YARSULIK PMED ME.
I mean, I cannot imagine anything better than a Minecraft STAR talking to you. I am sitting on cloud 9 atm and want to share the love.
EDIT: Done. Also finished chapter 19. =3
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I can't wait for you to put chapter 19 in. :3
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