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    amenities got a reaction from Rabbit in The Doctor iS in   
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    @Rabbit if you want to teleport away from the Morgue to escape the zombies, you have to roll a d6 in the Dice Rolling Thread. The number depends where you end up.
    1 - Outside
    2 - Emergency
    3 - On Mans' desk in Administration
    4 - Outside again
    5 - Right in front of Remus
    6 - The Basement
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    amenities got a reaction from Rabbit in Grave Robbing in the Dead of Night   
    MERIDEATH shattered lights, screens for X-ray viewing, monitors, and skulls with her hail of bullets. She was even lucky enough to impact one of the assailants before they were able to escape. Venturing next into the cafeteria, MERI found Nikolai defending an open doorway. Instead of waiting in the entrance of the cafeteria for Nikolai to walk up as her bullets did nothing, MERI moved down the hallway outside the cafeteria so Nikolai would have to follow her into the hall to engage.
    "I'd like to schedule an appointment."
    If and when he did reach her and extend his hand, she extended her hand in turn, palm facing Nikolai.
    “Sorry, all booked until next week,” came the robot’s voice. “Rain check!”
    Suddenly the pudgy bottom of her palm flipped up, cyborg fingers pressing against the top of her wrist as they bent back to allow a 4-inch x 4-inch steel bar to pummel outward into Nikolai’s shield. No matter how powerful he was, Nikolai would be assailed by the sudden force in such a way that he was driven about 5 feet back. Not before ripping off her battering ram arm, though. Jagged pipes extended from the wound which sparked with arcane energy and a black ooze.
    Now, instead of engaging, MERI’s waist swiveled to face away from Nikolai and her treads blasted her down the hallway unerring to the bodies and debris that fell in the flickering light. Behind her were several small black balls that looked kind of like little poops.
    Meanwhile, her original targets who had teleported away found themselves in the Morgue. Oh, how lucky they must feel in the cool silent midst of the dead. How lucky, until the sound of heavy breathing alerted them to the darkest corners of the room. There stood Regulus, black hair matted to his face. He was throwing a surgical glove away, smelling his fingers disgustedly. Behind him stood a dozen lurching, jittering, naked bodies with control nodes shoved up their buttholes. Back in the control room, Remus fingered a console with three buttons on it.
    Vito looked at Regulus. Regulus looked at Remus. They both looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the naked bodies ambled toward the sudden teleportees. Not fast, but very zombielike.
    The thing about the Mausoleum was that, while Last Chance had not expected their coming, they somewhat welcomed it. The Mausoleum came shortly after an unprecidented attack on Last Chance, so the Chance had overlooked its lack of permits or what-have-you so far for the benefits they could reap from its medical expertise. While a wave of bad-meaning
    guys might not launch many places into full lockdown and defense mode, the Mausoleum was no such place. Riding in the front doors on a draug, freezing the lobby and shouting threats at its patients hadn’t been a good first move if the assailants wanted to avoid something of a full response. However, that was not to say the chaos was not opportune. Especially with Farkis in his face, Mans had been effectively neutralized from helping with the overall hospital situation.
    In fact, as Rhen left security and headed for Administration, Mans was already crawling his way to the basement. Regius’ face had been altered so that his face was literally upside down. Looking at Farkis, unable to express anything but inane confusion in the sudden reality shift, Regius extended his meaty hands into the daze him and Marisante.
    “Flagellll—” said Regius, flapping his tongue in an attempt to make it work right. He wasn’t stupid, but he was about done for the second his world got flipped upside down.
    Meanwhile, in the secret control room, Remus had alerted the authorities to a dire situation at the hospital with multiple casualties and major damage reported. With that, he left and headed for Administration to meet up with Regulus and Regius.
     
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    amenities reacted to danzilla3 in Mykur: The thorn imperium   
    Black had turned out to be quite a pleasant surprise! When Cain had ordered the shinobi to look after the other man, Shikai had assumed that that he would be a millstone around his proverbial neck. Seeing him actually pull his weight in combat endeared him quite a bit to the Zombie. Keli drone number one wasn't giving him any time to appreciate the fight though; flinging the granite countertop at him. Flattening himself against the floor, the mass of stone ruffled the hair on his head as he dodged it. As he did, he weaved a few signs and increased the muscle mass in his legs for a split second; his trousers ripping in places as they struggled to contain the surge of flesh.
    "Now you're fucked!"
    Pushing off the floor with enough force to crater the ground, the shinobi flew through the air towards the drone. The steel claws snapped into place as he went, and they sank all the way into the things torso. Shikai blew the drone through the wall behind him, and then the next, and the next. When they came to a stop, he withdrew his claws from the Keli's chest, and began to shred the drone with flurry of slashes to the chest and head.
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    amenities reacted to supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    While Gore was collecting armfuls of primo powder, Adime was changing suits. The clerk struggled valiantly for a few seconds, but his body wasn't not fashioned after a warrior fashion, and Adime was capable of pushing his host beyond quotidian limitations; pain was a figment to the host, whose muscles could exert such tremendous force as to stress fracture his own bones. Imagine what he could do to the clerk.

    They kissed. His new host didn't want to but Adime didn't care. Adime got what he wanted, and as long as Adime was happy what did it matter what anyone else thought or felt? The clerk's pursed lips were like tissue paper to Adime's prying tentacles, and in an instant he swam from one esophagus to the other, settling into the clerk's core and lancing his interior with neuro-chemical probes which made of his body a puppet. Gore probably heard some glass breaking from their struggle but it wouldn't distract him from his holy mission. By the time Gore returned, Adime was in his new body, dusting off bits of debris from his shoulders and pants legs, and picking up items and weapons from the counter.

    The only thing he didn't take was the machine pistol and its extra clip. Instead he placed them in the hands of his old host, now a traumatized corpse with liquefied organs which would obscure the traces of Adime's presence. That'd keep the cops guessing. Maybe they'd figure it out in the end, maybe, but any amount of wasted resource and manpower was welcome. Whatever the reprisal from Taen, it was going to cost them.

    Adime picked through the pharmacy's wares, looking for ingredients to cobble together something like alchemist's fire, or maybe some mustard gas, but they were severely understocked on those items. So he took a bag of building block pharmaceuticals that Adime, the entity inside of the host, could use as a base to synthesize some sort of aerosol.

    He looked up from the remaining pieces of his work when a sharp snap cracked the air, and saw Gore stuck in the door. Laughing as he vaulted the counter, as he skipped to the door, as he aimed a well-placed kick at the door knob rather than the base, he kicked the shit wide open.

    "You're a really funny guy. I like that about you."

    Across the street were a few people. They had seen what Adime would estimate as 'far too much'. The clerk's meat-puppet body waved at them from across the street. They looked at his hand, horrified to see a pistol in it.

    "Naw it's okay there's no problem. I work here, so you all can just fuck off and go home!"

    He turned back to Gore and began making his way down the street; behind them the ransacked pharmacy and the body of a dead thug.

    "There's a bank around here. Loooot of cash, loooooooot of people."

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    amenities reacted to Praetorian in Grave Robbing in the Dead of Night   
    The revelation that there is a secret room delights Farkis in ways that he can’t express. In fact, for the first time in a long time he cracks a genuine smile. What kind of delightful goodies could be stashed away inside the hospital that required secrecy to keep them safe. Surely this could only lead to the juiciest of gossip.
    Wholeheartedly uninterested in Regius, Farkis extends his right hand toward the behemoth’s meaty hand, as if to shake it or perhaps to let him grab it, while walking back into the room. The mass of psionically saturated debris that lay scattered around the room whip up into a spiraling frenzy before converging into a single torrent that homes in on Regius with all the force of enraged housewife violently assaulting a disappointing husband (A lot of force, so much force, all the forces).
    Although the numerous impacts would do next to nothing to move or harm such a well built and robust specimen, that wasn’t the point. Farkis’ extended hand closes, his knuckles whitening, as his arm jerks back and then flings out to the side. The motion is the trigger for the psionically charged junk, which responds by collapsing in on Regius. Although Regius isn’t under Farkis command, the force exerted on the debris is likewise exerted on him. And while the titan can’t imagine a situation in which the man is able to resist being ripped from the ground, pulled back into the room, and flung into another wall, there is always the possibility that his will and fortitude alone will allow him to overcome the indirect application of telekinesis.
    Regardless, Farkis continues his trek through the room with every intent to walk past Regius and follow Mans into the chamber of secrets.
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    Ambient piano music tinkled through the small establishment’s speakers above the violent armed battery. Gore’s force accompanied his manners well, the kid snapping to and realizing who he was dealing with. The thing was, guys like Gore weren’t used to people folding so easy. He had to smack the kid back into consciousness just to be nice. Stealing stuff from safes was like taking candy from a baby for Gore. Combo memorized in the blasted out brains underneath his hat, Gore gave a sardonic “Haha damn!” at Adime’s eye before holstering his weapon and waltzing for the thick door with a rotating wheel lock next to a combination wheel Gore had a good idea what was gonna happen to the kid. Things were taking off fucking swimmingly. David’s unfortunate young employee was none of his concern. What was his concern…
    Fancily clicking open the glass door while Adime placed the contents of his pockets on the counter, Gore turned dials on the radio so that, instead of soft piano, blaring metal music rared through the speakers. The sounds of hardcore punk music blared over the sound of anything happening behind that counter. Fingering the safe open, exhaling all the way, and taking as big a drag off the black cigar as Gore’s lungs could handle— acrid puffs venting through the crusty slit in his neck— Gore spit the cigar aside and entered a veritable supermall of drugs organized front to back, left to right, up to down, alphabetically. Strolling to “C” as the cries of fear began from where Adime and his next host were, Gore thrust his Ka-Bar into the nearest brick of pure Yh’mi blow and spooned out a pile along the topside of the footlong blade.
    He pressed his nose to the hilt of his blade and railed almost 4 grams of white china up his right nostril while simultaneously gutting the entire left side of his face. Blood and white caked on his face, and while the clerk yelled, so did Gore.
    “WOOOOOOOH!”
    Now he could get to business!! Gore ran out of the safe, skip-hopping on his one week earlier broken-then-healed left leg to turn the corner. Pain buzzed up his leg but was cut off by the tingling numb crawling across his body from the nose. One, two, three, four, five plastic bags he dapped off the roller before jetting back into the safe to load up on perks, zones,  zips, zops, and of course cocaine. 
    Coming out of the safe, flask in his pocket, carrying all the bags on his arms like a man determined to make one trip does groceries, Gore headed for the pharmacy drive-thru window, sparta-kicking it open and getting his leg stuck in the opening.
    “Got dammit!”
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    amenities reacted to supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    When he fell to the ground as a consequence of being kicked in the chin, the clerk looked more shocked than hurt. The sting of the pain, the suddenness of it, put him into a state of minor shock. He continued wearing the puzzled expression even as Gore hauled him to his feet.

    "Wait."

    He got smacked in the mouth. Now the shock was turning into indignation. The clerk found his footing, put his arms between their bodies, made to pull away as he pushed Gore back. Gore held him tight.

    "Please." And smacked him again, this time with the butt of his gun. Now the clerk had a busted lip and a loose tooth. He loosed a thick wad of spit and blood onto the floor and looked Gore in the eyes, the picture coming into full resolution now. He got it in full – earlier today life was about eating oatmeal to make sure he got enough fiber, and now life was about doing what he had to do and saying what he had to say to stay alive and make it home. He was paid to receive deliveries, take inventory, sell product, and answer customer questions. He was not paid to lose his life for someone else's wares.

    "All of it's in the back. The key is on a rope around my neck." He paused, then brought his hand up very, very slow to fish the lanyard out, pull it over his hand, and hand it to Gore. "That and the combo, 32 right, 50 left, 28 right."

    Adime had given up on trying to get the register open through conventional means. He took Timmy's big caliber revolver, aimed it at the box, and shot the lock out. The metal drawer splintered, showering Adime's face with shrapnel and rendering one of his eyes completely useless. Sclera mixed with blood oozed down his face. Adime didn't even bother wiping it. He gathered the cash, walked over to Gore and the clerk, and put it on the table. Then put his guns on the table as well as anything else he had in his pockets. He leapt over the counter and put his hands on the clerk.

    To Gore, "You raid the cookie jar. Let me have a private conversation with this one."  

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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    There was a short pause between the twos’ interruptive montage and Timmy’s exclamation. In this short pause, Gore chuckled an indication that he had still caught Adime’s words.
    “Your mom knows the way.”
    Then came Timmy, then turned Adime, then Timmy died. Emptying the bottle until just a third was left, Gore looked down and to the left. Adime was right, the bullets would draw people here. The body might even lead them down this alley. There was a toothless homeless guy lying in the trash, nearby staring petrified at what had just happened.
    “Hey,” said Gore. The homeless guy looked up as Gore handed him the bottle, pointing in the opposite direction we were headed. “Anyone comes this way, tell ‘em we went that way.”
    Taking the bottle, pants probably full of fearful shit and piss, the hobo nodded profusely, and Adime and Gore were off.
    “Yeah yeah, just let me get a piece of him first,” said Gore to Adime’s statement about the Mr. Little Dick as they approached the pharmacy called David’s. The bell to a pharmacy nearby dinged as Adime and Gore walked in; of the 6 pharmacists employed at David’s, there was a pubescent young adult man behind the counter. This place kept drugs like strong cough medicines and cures to some biomagical diseases, but all the good stuff was behind the counter. There was even Yh’mi cocaine back there.
    “DAVID!” shout-laughed the drunken Gore from the counter. The pimply guy had no idea who the cowboy looking gentleman was shouting, but he was young and dumb enough not to run. Gore strolled up to the counter with the cigar in his mouth.
    “Sir, I’m really sorry but you’re not allowed to smoke in here,” said the timid clerk.
    Gore got up on the counter almost clumsily, pushing up on his hands until he got his knees up there and THEN standing. But once he was up there, he kicked the register away and, before the shocked clerk could get away, got him in the chin with the follow-through of his foot. The young guy hit his ass just as Gore landed with one foot on either side and wrenched him up by the collar. Smacking him twice, jamming the barrel of a pistol in the nape of his rapidly swelling chin, ash from the cigar falling on his face, Gore accosted him with whiskey spittle and vapor.
    “Where’s the coke, kid?”
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in The Sacrifice of Others (Dead)   
    This was a place near enough Tia that, when Tia had been a thing, it could basically be called Tia. Instead, this farm town's actual name was Javon's Peak. A circular city on a giant hill with endless tunnels. These tunnels had been overrun with the sickened and crazed flooding out of Tia; it was rumored there still roamed clans of mutant-like people whose sight in the dark was escalated after all their time spent there. Still though, it was little more than a myth to Javon's Peak. In the center of the city was a large stadium, this one new and pristine. It was even equipped to withstand outside assaults should Javon's Peak ever need refuge from such a threat. Much better than the broken down, busted up arena in the southeast corner of J's Peak, not-so-affectionately referred to as Old Peak, which instead of sheltering the town from those tunnels held the direct entrance into them.
    It was within Old Peak that a thousand honorable men and women sat compliant audience to the conversing Cain and Iblis.
    Evil and volatility incarnate, the warbling ball of godly green energy cast a sickening light across the Puppet Master's face. Faust would feel something akin to the weight of atmospheric pressure exerting itself upon him. Truth be told, it was a byproduct of Cain's very beating heart, something he could only control in the same manner as one holds their breath; it was uncomfortable for him to suppress his energy and he rarely did. But now.. now it was incensed with Iblis and the orb in his hands, practically uncontrollable even in Cain's own skin. Disturbing, the way his dirty fingernails dug in against the wood grain; how he didn't look Iblis full-faced, his nose almost resting on the stage's edge and eyes like dinner plates unblinking on the magister. It might occur to Faust that he could just, simply, stomp down on Cain's face at this moment and maybe deal him terrible damage. It might also occur to Faust that something unexpected could go awfully wrong with such intent.
    "For such a powerful construct, I cannot simply reproduce your physical form. Flesh and blood alone isn't going to cut it. I will need to take your soul from your body, and deposit it into the new body as it gestates."
    As Faust spoke, another figure emerged out of the darkness almost exactly where Cain had been. This figure wore grey pants only, with wild red hair and a singular circle of black that took up most of his torso. It would take a second of staring to realize that Cain's shadow had bled out from the darkness in that moment; another second to comprehend that the black thing on his chest wasn't a black hole. Instead, in the third second, a line traced itself up from the circle bisecting the shadow's face vertically. On the shadow's forehead manifested a rune in a forgotten language. Beneath that rune, a label in Terric: Protection.
    "At the same time I will slowly infuse the power of Alginak."
    All of Old Peaks watched as Cain stood up abruptly immediately when Iblis had finished speaking.
    "I accept."
    He turned his back on Faust, on his precious energy, and walked to his shadow. The shadow glared at the Earthbreaker with katana in his eyes. A piece of Cain Rose watched in malice as another piece came to claim his life. What have I become, the lesser thought. No longer with sorrow but reptile precision and efficacy, what Poor Rose had become would willingly sacrificed body, mind, and now soul to reach ever greater heights. Cain's sharp teeth grinned at his shadow's expression. His sharp nails plunged through the black circle on his shadow's chest. His sharp shriek penetrated the night sky. The last ounce of something he had that could feel pain now wretched with its unfathomably hellish dismantlement. Pendulums, lotus flowers, auroras of black that was so dark that the colors on its edges were highlighted hyper bright cascaded off the duo of Cain's halves.
    As the shadow stood, simply allowed the heartless Earthbreaker to reach inside him like a toy chest like nobody else on Valucre could, Cain delved in up to the shoulder. What looked like it would take a mountain of effort, taking an unwilling man's soul, instead looked like rummaging through stuffed animals to the Earthbreaker. That is, until he caught hold of it. Then the Earthbreaker was pulled INTO the shadow almost up to the torso. His bare feet made craters in the earth as he wrestled with something momentous inside his other half. Slowly, though, he withdrew.
    From eons away came a carnal, snarling roar. From galaxies into the abyss, the Earthbreaker reeled out the original soul of Cain Rose. It was a jagged, swirling ball of blacks and reds and purples. The amalgamation was dark it was visually and physically painful to behold. An endless assault of claws and swords, of tentacles tipped with jagged fangs, stabbed and attempted to mutilate the Earthbreaker. His eyes were clenched shut, teeth bared, the stinging bass and treble of the monster's protest blasting his eardrums, all of Javon's Peak, with hurricane force volume. Stabbing between the ribs, on his eyelids, at his neck, his nuts, the incarnated soul took every cheap shot and aimed for every soft spot its endless limbs could reach; but the Earhtbreaker's flesh only bled. He did not slow, but bearhugged the entity, his arms bulging with heavenly power to suppress, compress the unbelievable creature. To crush it into submission. Punching, jamming, pushing, rolling it in his hands, the Earthbreaker returned to Iblis with a perfectly round, matte black sphere about the size of a baseball.
    "Careful, that one's tricky," he said, tossing it up to Faust like a hackysack. Behind him, the shadow stood with rolled back eyes. His body was limp, seeming suspended only by the black circle, pinned up by the emblem on his forehead. Cain turned and looked at the shadow of his current self thoughtfully. "I think we can toss it all in there when we're done. What's next? Our thousand men?"
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    amenities got a reaction from danzilla3 in The Sacrifice of Others (Dead)   
    This was a place near enough Tia that, when Tia had been a thing, it could basically be called Tia. Instead, this farm town's actual name was Javon's Peak. A circular city on a giant hill with endless tunnels. These tunnels had been overrun with the sickened and crazed flooding out of Tia; it was rumored there still roamed clans of mutant-like people whose sight in the dark was escalated after all their time spent there. Still though, it was little more than a myth to Javon's Peak. In the center of the city was a large stadium, this one new and pristine. It was even equipped to withstand outside assaults should Javon's Peak ever need refuge from such a threat. Much better than the broken down, busted up arena in the southeast corner of J's Peak, not-so-affectionately referred to as Old Peak, which instead of sheltering the town from those tunnels held the direct entrance into them.
    It was within Old Peak that a thousand honorable men and women sat compliant audience to the conversing Cain and Iblis.
    Evil and volatility incarnate, the warbling ball of godly green energy cast a sickening light across the Puppet Master's face. Faust would feel something akin to the weight of atmospheric pressure exerting itself upon him. Truth be told, it was a byproduct of Cain's very beating heart, something he could only control in the same manner as one holds their breath; it was uncomfortable for him to suppress his energy and he rarely did. But now.. now it was incensed with Iblis and the orb in his hands, practically uncontrollable even in Cain's own skin. Disturbing, the way his dirty fingernails dug in against the wood grain; how he didn't look Iblis full-faced, his nose almost resting on the stage's edge and eyes like dinner plates unblinking on the magister. It might occur to Faust that he could just, simply, stomp down on Cain's face at this moment and maybe deal him terrible damage. It might also occur to Faust that something unexpected could go awfully wrong with such intent.
    "For such a powerful construct, I cannot simply reproduce your physical form. Flesh and blood alone isn't going to cut it. I will need to take your soul from your body, and deposit it into the new body as it gestates."
    As Faust spoke, another figure emerged out of the darkness almost exactly where Cain had been. This figure wore grey pants only, with wild red hair and a singular circle of black that took up most of his torso. It would take a second of staring to realize that Cain's shadow had bled out from the darkness in that moment; another second to comprehend that the black thing on his chest wasn't a black hole. Instead, in the third second, a line traced itself up from the circle bisecting the shadow's face vertically. On the shadow's forehead manifested a rune in a forgotten language. Beneath that rune, a label in Terric: Protection.
    "At the same time I will slowly infuse the power of Alginak."
    All of Old Peaks watched as Cain stood up abruptly immediately when Iblis had finished speaking.
    "I accept."
    He turned his back on Faust, on his precious energy, and walked to his shadow. The shadow glared at the Earthbreaker with katana in his eyes. A piece of Cain Rose watched in malice as another piece came to claim his life. What have I become, the lesser thought. No longer with sorrow but reptile precision and efficacy, what Poor Rose had become would willingly sacrificed body, mind, and now soul to reach ever greater heights. Cain's sharp teeth grinned at his shadow's expression. His sharp nails plunged through the black circle on his shadow's chest. His sharp shriek penetrated the night sky. The last ounce of something he had that could feel pain now wretched with its unfathomably hellish dismantlement. Pendulums, lotus flowers, auroras of black that was so dark that the colors on its edges were highlighted hyper bright cascaded off the duo of Cain's halves.
    As the shadow stood, simply allowed the heartless Earthbreaker to reach inside him like a toy chest like nobody else on Valucre could, Cain delved in up to the shoulder. What looked like it would take a mountain of effort, taking an unwilling man's soul, instead looked like rummaging through stuffed animals to the Earthbreaker. That is, until he caught hold of it. Then the Earthbreaker was pulled INTO the shadow almost up to the torso. His bare feet made craters in the earth as he wrestled with something momentous inside his other half. Slowly, though, he withdrew.
    From eons away came a carnal, snarling roar. From galaxies into the abyss, the Earthbreaker reeled out the original soul of Cain Rose. It was a jagged, swirling ball of blacks and reds and purples. The amalgamation was dark it was visually and physically painful to behold. An endless assault of claws and swords, of tentacles tipped with jagged fangs, stabbed and attempted to mutilate the Earthbreaker. His eyes were clenched shut, teeth bared, the stinging bass and treble of the monster's protest blasting his eardrums, all of Javon's Peak, with hurricane force volume. Stabbing between the ribs, on his eyelids, at his neck, his nuts, the incarnated soul took every cheap shot and aimed for every soft spot its endless limbs could reach; but the Earhtbreaker's flesh only bled. He did not slow, but bearhugged the entity, his arms bulging with heavenly power to suppress, compress the unbelievable creature. To crush it into submission. Punching, jamming, pushing, rolling it in his hands, the Earthbreaker returned to Iblis with a perfectly round, matte black sphere about the size of a baseball.
    "Careful, that one's tricky," he said, tossing it up to Faust like a hackysack. Behind him, the shadow stood with rolled back eyes. His body was limp, seeming suspended only by the black circle, pinned up by the emblem on his forehead. Cain turned and looked at the shadow of his current self thoughtfully. "I think we can toss it all in there when we're done. What's next? Our thousand men?"
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    amenities reacted to supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    "Okay okay. David, Morty, Jeffy the Fuck, whatever. I don't need a whole encyclopedia length history lesson. I just want to score some pulverized fairy wings or whatever the hottest new shit is, and start tearing it uuuuupppp!

    "You know the way . . .  or? Like is it in the same place, or?"

    Gore, who had never stopped talking so that the two men were in a constant competition of sound with one another, nodded his partially decapitated head in one direction, and in that direction the duo went. They were verbally accosted just as Adime tilted the bottle up and gulped a fifth of it down, and the click of a pistol hammer being cocked back rebounded through the narrow alleyway as Adime brought the bottle back down and turned to face the silhouette in the short distance.

    "Okay fella. Hold on now." Adime handed the bottle off to Gore, waved his hand as if he were dismissing even the possibility of reclaiming it. "There's no reason to get all out of shape, I was just out here with my body, and all I was doing was –"

    Adime dropped to one knee, lurched to one side. The other guy was tense, paranoid even, and he fired as soon as he saw Adime move. But in those precious moments where Adime was drawing time out with filibuster, the entity inside of him was flooding his body with high-performance chemicals. His night-vision sharpened acutely, the nerves in his muscles fired at optimized rates, his reflexes were pushing against their maximum threshold with nonchalance. Adime dodged where the bullet was going to be before Timmy's eyes tracked his dark, indistinct figure.

    His own machine pistol came up and fired a hot line of repeating metal in a horizontal line across Timmy's torso, peppering his organs and damn near sawing him in half. While the man was coughing and gasping and groaning, Adime sprinted at him with Olympian speed, closing the distance far too quickly.

    "Hah! Hahaha!" Each ha punctuated by the sound of bullets firing as he emptied the remainder of the clip into Timmy's face.

    Adime claimed the man's revolver and the two moon clips he had on his person and was on his way back to Gore, the entity inside of him flooding the body with counters to the adrenaline and dopamine, to bring him back down without a crash.

    "I'm hungry. Those bullets are going to draw sirens. Let's get some grub on the way to, or at, little dick Davy's place."

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    amenities reacted to Typhon in Ursa Madeum OOC   
    Last Chance is out, then.
    I’ve been told UM is supposed to be medieval so the last suggestion probably won’t work. 
    Could you refer me to the players who run Aligoria and Everrun?
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in Grave Robbing in the Dead of Night   
    MERIDEATH shattered lights, screens for X-ray viewing, monitors, and skulls with her hail of bullets. She was even lucky enough to impact one of the assailants before they were able to escape. Venturing next into the cafeteria, MERI found Nikolai defending an open doorway. Instead of waiting in the entrance of the cafeteria for Nikolai to walk up as her bullets did nothing, MERI moved down the hallway outside the cafeteria so Nikolai would have to follow her into the hall to engage.
    "I'd like to schedule an appointment."
    If and when he did reach her and extend his hand, she extended her hand in turn, palm facing Nikolai.
    “Sorry, all booked until next week,” came the robot’s voice. “Rain check!”
    Suddenly the pudgy bottom of her palm flipped up, cyborg fingers pressing against the top of her wrist as they bent back to allow a 4-inch x 4-inch steel bar to pummel outward into Nikolai’s shield. No matter how powerful he was, Nikolai would be assailed by the sudden force in such a way that he was driven about 5 feet back. Not before ripping off her battering ram arm, though. Jagged pipes extended from the wound which sparked with arcane energy and a black ooze.
    Now, instead of engaging, MERI’s waist swiveled to face away from Nikolai and her treads blasted her down the hallway unerring to the bodies and debris that fell in the flickering light. Behind her were several small black balls that looked kind of like little poops.
    Meanwhile, her original targets who had teleported away found themselves in the Morgue. Oh, how lucky they must feel in the cool silent midst of the dead. How lucky, until the sound of heavy breathing alerted them to the darkest corners of the room. There stood Regulus, black hair matted to his face. He was throwing a surgical glove away, smelling his fingers disgustedly. Behind him stood a dozen lurching, jittering, naked bodies with control nodes shoved up their buttholes. Back in the control room, Remus fingered a console with three buttons on it.
    Vito looked at Regulus. Regulus looked at Remus. They both looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the naked bodies ambled toward the sudden teleportees. Not fast, but very zombielike.
    The thing about the Mausoleum was that, while Last Chance had not expected their coming, they somewhat welcomed it. The Mausoleum came shortly after an unprecidented attack on Last Chance, so the Chance had overlooked its lack of permits or what-have-you so far for the benefits they could reap from its medical expertise. While a wave of bad-meaning
    guys might not launch many places into full lockdown and defense mode, the Mausoleum was no such place. Riding in the front doors on a draug, freezing the lobby and shouting threats at its patients hadn’t been a good first move if the assailants wanted to avoid something of a full response. However, that was not to say the chaos was not opportune. Especially with Farkis in his face, Mans had been effectively neutralized from helping with the overall hospital situation.
    In fact, as Rhen left security and headed for Administration, Mans was already crawling his way to the basement. Regius’ face had been altered so that his face was literally upside down. Looking at Farkis, unable to express anything but inane confusion in the sudden reality shift, Regius extended his meaty hands into the daze him and Marisante.
    “Flagellll—” said Regius, flapping his tongue in an attempt to make it work right. He wasn’t stupid, but he was about done for the second his world got flipped upside down.
    Meanwhile, in the secret control room, Remus had alerted the authorities to a dire situation at the hospital with multiple casualties and major damage reported. With that, he left and headed for Administration to meet up with Regulus and Regius.
     
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in The Doctor iS in   
    Posted!
    @Rabbit if you want to teleport away from the Morgue to escape the zombies, you have to roll a d6 in the Dice Rolling Thread. The number depends where you end up.
    1 - Outside
    2 - Emergency
    3 - On Mans' desk in Administration
    4 - Outside again
    5 - Right in front of Remus
    6 - The Basement
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    amenities reacted to Rabbit in Grave Robbing in the Dead of Night   
    Vito stood in the secured cafeteria, happy with his newly acquired toys. But his moment of happiness was quickly ruined by a rain of bullets, he dropped to the ground in pain as two bullets struck left his arm. His vision went blurry for a few second as he gripped to bullet wounds, the civilians screaming in terror as the bullets sprayed around the room. With a painful push, he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a demon fog seed. Crushing it in his palms, he teleported himself and Floki to another room in the building. He found himself surrounded by dead bodies, an omen to his future. He scavenged around the morgue, eventually finding a first aid box and patching himself up. 
    'Fucking robots, I really want a gatling gun now.'
    He took a deep breath and stood up, scanning his surroundings. It appeared he was alone, other than the dead. The various freezers and stretchers seemed to have been quickly abandoned, apparently not wanting to be locked inside with the finished patients. Reaching into his pocket, he found he only had one more teleport left. He began scavenging around, looking for items of use. Feeling the walls and roof for soft spots, anything he could break through to escape.
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    amenities reacted to supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    Adime grabbed handfuls of the bar's legal tender, shoving them into his pockets, throwing them at Gore to do the same.

    Most of it was in the way of gold coins, these weren't the kind of clientele to pay for their hooch in rhodium. The silver and copper he left behind to melt for all he cared. As the flames rose higher and the wood started creaking and cracking and groaning with its continuous loss of integrity and the burden of maintaining the roof, Adime's last two acts were to grab two more bottles of the good stuff and to loot the bodies of his host's friend for the small array of weapons he never got the chance to put into action.

    Among the items were a machine pistol (think automatic handgun) with banana magazines (think bigass magazines), a dried up and fleshless monkey's paw (remote shocking grasp), and a forked diviner's rod (shield). Adime quickly hid these on his person and he and Gore broke into the street just as the windows on the bar's second floor started shattering from the heat, sprinkling glimmering shards of glass onto the pavement.

    "I dunno. A coupla pounds of gold (Approx. 2000 USD) I guess. Juuust enough to get the night started."

    Behind them, a flaming exclamatory of how these two started nights, a climbing pillar of flame that looked like a red, angry exclamation point(!).

    Adime handed off a bottle to Gore, claimed the cigar on the way back, and took a few puffs of it himself. He tried it both ways, rolling the smoke around his mouth for the flavor, and inhaling the toxic cloud for a buzz; the latter of which gave him a bright idea. As he spoke, he kept putting distance between them and the act of their crime. It had only been a few minutes of chaos, all told and considered. He couldn't imagine a response time fast enough to put them in danger, not without a dropship of cops hovering overhead in a masterstroke of serendipity, but there was no reason to stick around. They were done with that and it was on to the next.

    "Yeah I heard of it. I keep forgetting these things work solid around here." At 'these things', Adime brought out the machine pistol, waved it in the air, and put it back in his belt, covering it with his shirt. The few people who happened to be walking the streets, their eyes drawn this way because of the fire and emergency response, might have been alarmed by such a casual display. But given how many of them were accustomed to the sight of weapons due to their training, a sight which could only have proliferated after the Mil Dot made its mark, maybe not.

    "I'd rather go to Mortimer's though and see what kinda buzzworthy items they might have in stock. If nothing for us, maybe a sweet treat for the ladies. The only thing that pulls tail better than money is – " Here Adime pantomimed smoking, snorting, and drinking, in that order. "Besides they're less likely to have the means to put one right between the eyes. That's the kind of fun I like to have at the end of a night, not the beginning."

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    Adime widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows in a perfectly ersatz facsimile of surprise. He turned this caricature of shock towards the 'friend' who tapped him on the shoulder, unblinking even as Gore emptied a bag of buckshot into the bartender's chest and crashed him bodily through his own wares. The 'friend' was now shocked himself, looked to Gore, then back to Adime only to find Adime vaulting the countertop and landing on the other side. He looked back to Gore, hands scrambling for one of the weapons hidden on his body, friends in the short distance rising while the rest of the crowd rippled towards the door.
    The 'friend' looked back to Gore in time to catch the second of two shotgun barrels.
    What Adime wanted to do was make an incendiary cocktail. If he had the proper ingredients, an accelerant like petrol and something sticky like oil or tar, then he could fabricate a stopgap alchemist fire and have this place reduced to glowing embers. Unfortunately all he had at his disposal was alcohol. It wasn't what he dreamed of but would do in a pinch. He grabbed an armful of the rotgut, bottom shelf liquor and broke it over the counter, over the faces of anyone who happened to be within reach; he went back for the middle shelf stuff and started chucking it towards the floor; the top shelf stuff joined its brothers, save for the bottle or two Adime took for swigging.
    Something like one in every three Taen citizens were combat competent. In a crowd of toughs like the bar served, that was probably closer to two-thirds. But not everyone that came to the bar for a drink and a bowl full of nuts was also willing to stake their lives defending it. The guards, sure. They were being paid a wage, and had their professional reputation to worry about. The cops? Of course. When they eventually (no autowagons) found their way to the bar, violent action was almost a bygone conclusion. But other than the guards, Adime's new host body's friends, and a trickle of others who just couldn't abide a sour day, most people were making their way out of the bar.
    And that was before thin ribbons of flame fattened and started roaring as they climbed up the walls and across the ceiling.
    Adime was taking this time to crack open the cash box to fund the rest of the night, and he was laughing while he did so.  
    "Some like it hot buddy, I sure know I do!"
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    amenities reacted to Die Shize in Lyric Talk -- Literally 2.0   
    Cruel, cruel world, must I go on
    Cruel, cruel world, I’m moving on
    I’ve been living too fast
    I’ve been living to wrong
    Cruel, cruel world, must I go on
     
    This big old world, sure got me running round
    I heard a voice, it said just settle down
    So with the moonlight as my guide and with this feeling deep inside
    I know now that I am homeward bound
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    yeehaw 
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in What's the difference between love and fun?   
    "Gimme a sec."
    Three sounds of Gore’s respective shots clicked on the bar as Adime ventured toward the gents. Gore turned his head at an awkward angle to watch until Adime and his next surrogate went into the washroom. Gore knew Adime in the same way Nica Sero had once known a man named Braykel. Now, with a nominally greater understanding between the two, when their motives could be sewn together, why shouldn’t they be? 
    While the guys a few tables down waited to congratulate their friend, Gore turned back to his drinks. Grabbing all three between his four fingers, he poured an impressive waterfall of tequila into his mouth. Guess we start now, he thought as the new Adime met his old friends with an unconvincing wave before returning to sit beside one of two men who had just challenged their buddy. Half curious, half suspicious, the group rose from the table in various forms and degrees of conjecture with their friend’s new gait, and his new friend. The bruiser seated himself beside Gore, whose chin dripped with liquor while he felt his bomber assumably for the tab for his drinks, bartender standing in anticipation for this tab across the counter.
    "I don't think they got any autowagons around here. Real bummer,” he said as some of the bruiser’s old friends got the cajones to see what was up. Little did they know, Gore imagined, they would probably soon resemble the crumpled drunk in the bathroom with cheesesteak on his face.
    “Th-a-a-at is a bummer, ah-ha!” belched Gore, homing in on the spot he was looking for and reaching into his bomber. 
    “Maybe we just saddle up on the sleekest looking steeds or? I dunno. Maybe we just start right here?"
    “I reck’n that’s the way to do it.” 
    Now the bruiser’s friends had gathered behind Adime. One tapped him on the shoulder, not too aggressively.
    “Buddy, what’s up? What happened in there?”
    In front of Adime, Gore withdrew not the tab for his drinks but a sawed-off Mossburg 500. Thunking it on the table pointed toward the bartender, Gore pulled the trigger and blasted the barkeep 2 feet backward into the glass shelves of drinks on the back wall of the bar. He had never been feeling for cash— after all, dead men pay no sales (or something like that).
     
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    What I'm saying is you without me doesn't make any sense,
    I know I'm intense and controlling, but you need to learn how to cope with it,
    That's just the way that it is
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    My bad just now saw the fact that Mono was going to be afv until the 10th
    Have most of a post ready to go so going to be dropping that since he gave us his blessing already
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in The Doctor iS in   
    Just achieved mental fusion for the day. Watching Spiderverse to get jacked, then I'm gonna make like USPS and promptly deliver.
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    amenities got a reaction from Wade in Do you prefer DMing or just RPing? Why   
    For those who don't know, GM's are Game Masters. DM's are Dungeon Masters. Dungeon Masters are a somewhat downsized version of the same thing. A Board Leader might be a GM, running that whole setting and determining what standard their areas are held to. A Dungeon Master (DM) is the person running your particular story, but they can also be called GM's depending on semantics.
    I have a question for you.
    Do you like being in control of a story, determining the ebb and flow of awesomeness and letting others run wild in your world? Or do you prefer just participating and letting your character be the representation of your awesomeness?
    I'll give some semblance of an answer first.
    I love DMing!
    In no way do I claim to be the best at it, but I don't think there is such thing (Although we can all agree @supernal throws a great shindig). But I, as many RPers do at some point, decided that I enjoy building RP settings and coming up with interesting stuff to throw at RPers who might come there. On top of fun stuff to throw at the RPer though, I struggle to make it palatable. I enjoy something I constantly have to work at, but I also get worn out after extended periods of effort lol..  So while I enjoy the DM game, every now and then I enjoy chilling out and just RPing. 
    If you prefer RPing, or have been deterred from/intimidated by DMing, then why? 
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    amenities got a reaction from Thotification in Mykur: The thorn imperium   
    Even Lucifer abides by certain, specific rules. While Cain was willing to have some of his pieces stabbed, mutilated, and regenerate them in his perfect image all over again, there were three places he was not so keen on having muddled with. Whether because of the effort that must result on his end or actual detriment, Cain refused to allow his head to be damaged in any serious way. Even so, a man of his power was capable of providing… opportunities to prove one’s self. Was not his general well-being a priority?
    Looking across to the other half sphere as the smoke cleared, the two subjects melded together were indeed an immaculate representation of joy, frozen, forever. When averting one’s attention to the vials before them, the one that had been blue was drained. Now the syringe that neared Cain’s face was filled with a conversely red substance. The Mistress exerted her psychic prowess on the inside of the orb in which they suddenly found themselves captive. The orb’s confines grew black, obscuring the hangar from their view as they fought. The Mistress’s energy bounced around, amplified within the closed space. Keli’s sentinels were indeed forced to their knees, their heads denting downward, but the robots’ limbs were locked around Cain’s in a way that required that he too kneel; and whether by more direct control over his own body or something else, the original Keli felt the pressure but did not submit to it. He moved in on Cain, ever undeterred by the psychokinesis.
    He drew his muscular arm backward and plunged the syringe forward not into Cain’s eye, but aiming up his left nostril. 
    That was when a sickening crack exuded from Cain Rose’s body. Cain was, to Keli, simply a man who had accompanied the Mistress into the jaws of Death; so it was astounding to Keli to see the ginger man’s spine snap at a 120° angle. Cain’s dome nearly smacked the ground, his back snapped just between the shoulders so his body could bend at an incredible, backwards ‘V’ angle, these eyes suddenly devoid of life, this hair mopping the arena floor. Cain, whose arms were held mercilessly by the sentinels, had broken his own spine in order to avoid being injected with Keli’s chemicals. The fact of the matter was that Keli was a master chemist. Keli was such a master chemist that he could force a chair to express the emotion of grief. He could mold a tree to utter physical exclamations of happiness. Nobody, not even Cain, was immune to the forced chemical reactions Keli could create. The fact was that if even the magical body could resist it, the hyper resistant chemicals would generate the reaction themselves. They were as independent bodies that contorted their hosts into any desired form. This was why even Cain literally bent over backwards to avoid being affected.
    You have to be physical! Croaked the voice from Cain’s dead lips as Keli’s arm with the syringe plunged over his instantaneously contorted body; his torso snapping back as if pulled by a foreign energy. Then, from the apparently dead Cain’s chest, there burst an arm. The fingers, the hand did not poke through. An entire hand PLUNGED up through Cain’s solar plexus. Suddenly coming to inhabit the lower body, tearing through the upper body, was a new Cain. The same Cain, but like a snake sloughing off its shell. Depriving Cain’s body of its magic since their descent into the basement had effectively dried out the body’s shell, but with the Big O as a conduit, the essence that was Cain could and did pump itself with 100% back into the body, regenerating the Cain that is to shed the Cain that was.
    The pulsating,  wet, naked body of a newly gestated and serpentine-eyed Puppet Master blast from the bent-back stomach of the old Cain, grabbing and forcing Keli’s wrist high into the air as he rose from the broken body. Such contortion and creation were utter marvels to Keli, so reasonably he was caught off guard by the transition. His arm, syringe in hand, was severed by the Cain’s right hand sweeping through Keli’s obsidian elbow in a knife-hand formation. Circuitry, oil, and blood rained over his toned torso.
    Keli felt no pain, but he did have diagnostics which showed he would leak out shortly without intervention. That was when a circle on Keli’s belly opened. It was a portal for his tools. A portal for, mainly Mykur. A hilt protruded from his stomach even as Cain severed his other arm. The surprise would have held up a human  mind, but an effective computer like Keli was always considering all issues and redundancies for certain objectives It pulled the length of the legendary blade from its stomach, back still turned to the Mistress, as it raised Mykur in an attempt to render the new Cain in twain. 
    Meanwhile, upstairs, the Keli sentinels moved on Shikai and Black. Shikai was fortuitous enough to block the first stab of the bartender Keli, throwing a kunai into the eye of the second as he fell backward. Instead of stabbing the eye like organic material, the kunai shattered the Keli’s eye and exposed wires, sparking circuits. Its arms tried to tighten on Black, but the panicking Black suddenly slid through its arms like a jellyfish. He had an extraordinary ability to do so without his features warping too much, but the way he slid out from the busted-eye Keli’s grasp was a testament to not having bones or some rubbery flexibility of the like.
    Stretching his arm back, back so far it stretched past Shikai’s head, Black rocketed his left fist into the Keli who had kept him captive for a second. Like a cannonball it impacted the Keli, rocketing him through the original door they had entered through and into the opposing wall of the foyer. That was when Shikai’s earth blast wrecked the whole bar. The bar itself rose up, tidal-waving the bartender Keli into the neon wall of bottles behind him. The surprisingly rubber-like Black duelled with one Keli outside while the bartender Keli grabbed the splintered granite countertop and threw it wholesale at Shikai, just a moment after he resolved from his backward somersault and slammed his hand into the ground.
    “I’m fine, Shikai! You take care of him!” shouted Black. In a surprise turn of events, it appeared that Pirate Black, though separate from the Dead for now, had his own super-merits.
    A gatling gun of rubber fists plummeted into the Keli before Black. Its mechanical pieces and limbs went flying as the rubber pirate battered the sentinel to pieces.
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    amenities got a reaction from Thotification in [dead] Lessertown Antics   
    As the contractors and construction workers parted around the businessman, his retinue retreating into the city to secure their various business partnership and zoning contracts, Bentley turned back to face the one who called herself Linda. Linda had lagged in a way that, the entire time, waxed Mr. Johnson with an abstract unease. Finally it boiled over, just a little, in the first indication that something was amiss with Bentley since they began their correspondence, Bentley wrung his hands together. Just once. Then he let them fall to his sides, relaxed. 
    "That's ah, that's acceptable! Of course I secure profits from our centers in Terrenus, Genesaris, and Kalopsia as well. I can certainly, ah, swallow the slightly lower percentages here." His hand rose, as if he were going to pull on his collar, but he stifled the gesture quickly.
    Lessertown was a budding prospect in and of itself, Catalyst Corp a long lasting business empire who, many said, it was bound would crawl the world over with its monopolizing ventures. But this square of plowed down dust, in its vast capital overtake of Lessertown's center, was as desolate as Bentley's insides. Was as desolate as the center of his iris as his eyes met with somebody whose own depth was something akin to the demon in the night he'd encountered a decade and a half ago, when he lost his family. There was a reason somebody like "E" met with Bentley; a reason that the farther depths of the beast's belly never exposed itself to him. The fact of the matter was that the heart of this organization was as pitch black, as gutwrenchingly evil as they came; constant exposure to the true devils would dissolve his sanity in no time at all.
    "Barry's Bears for Boys and Girls will be relocating here from Tia, as well as Priscilla's Perfumes, Girdy's Girders Contractors, and whatever local business we secure today." said Bentley, turning eagerly away from Linda and sweeping his hand over the dirt lot. Even in the daylight, he felt haunted. Then, suddenly, something occurred to him. While geomancers and psychics certainly made building much easier, this was a mammoth venture. It would take roughly 2 weeks to nail down Lessertown Shop & Ship. 
    "Where will you be, ah, staying for the next couple weeks?" Johnson was as courteous as he was afraid, so he couldn't help but follow up with, "there are extra quarters at my estate, if you need."
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