Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
Or alternatively, ask that other Voice to be loud enough so you can't hear it. You know, that Voice which is always singing Britney Spears or Shakira or anything else annoying.
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Or alternatively, ask that other Voice to be loud enough so you can't hear it. You know, that Voice which is always singing Britney Spears or Shakira or anything else annoying.
The_Warlock
Explorer
Or alternatively, ask that other Voice to be loud enough so you can't hear it. You know, that Voice which is always singing Britney Spears or Shakira or anything else annoying.
Oh no, that Voice already got put in the velcro straightjacket a long long long time ago.
Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
Why are you so mean to your Little Voices
? They are only trying to do their jobs...
Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
2 days until paycheck comes. No money left, food ran out, nothing to drink. I'm feeling a bit hungry. Time to see what secrets the high shelves of kitchen cabinet holds...
EDIT: Ooh, porridge... Well at least it keeps me alive.
I really really really hate to ask help with money from anyone, but I think it's time to suck up my pride, call mom and ask her to bring some food tomorrow...
EDIT: Ooh, porridge... Well at least it keeps me alive.
I really really really hate to ask help with money from anyone, but I think it's time to suck up my pride, call mom and ask her to bring some food tomorrow...
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Relique du Madde
Adventurer
RAWR!! New router SMASH!!!
Relique du Madde
Adventurer
Ironic... You got the hives, it nearly killed you and now you post in HIVES.
Done, but I get to change it back later.
Wait which avatar?
Yeah... there are enough media people here on ENworld that if they see they will go HULK on you. Also it helps keep certain evil media conglomerate lawyer people off the site.
Not surprising. Alot of people in the industry tends to get boned as a result of new media.
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megamania
Hero
It's that time again.... to express what is on my mind.
and today's subject is.... an old Storyhour of mine, this sequence to be specific-
STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 023
“Jaws of Sorrow”
“I am Captain Bennaton. I am the captain of this fine ship. Who may each of you be?” He motions to the three survivors of the ill fated sea craft- Siren of the Sea.
A stunningly beautiful woman of her mid-twenties with shoulder length cured black hair speaks up first. I am Jilliannna Truthspeak. These two are my aids- Miss. Karen and Miss. Blaque. We had paid for safe passage from the island of Niles to the island of Bastilles onboard the ship Siren of the Seas. The Jaws of Sorrow sank it last night quite unexpectedly. Fortune was with us as your ship came to save us. I only wish the crew were as lucky.
Captain Bennaton mulls over this information while looking over the three women. It surprises him that these three should survive over the crew but the fates must not be done with them. “Very well.” He turns to the five strangely dressed survivors and asks for their story.
“I am Captain Roger Stevens. These are my friends, allies and if you will my crew. I am unsure how we came to be here in harms way but we thankyou and wish to aid you in any way we can.” His stance and eyes are commanding and impress the Captain of the ship. Bennaton is very certain he means everything just said.
“Where were you going to on your travels?”
“Strangely enough, we travel to the island of Bastilles ourselves. Fate seems to have drawn us all together.”
“Be careful of how you view fate. She has a way unlike any other.”
Before the captain can continue he hears someone rushing and tripping on the stairs. He turns to find a crewmember there very pale and shaken. “Cap... captain…we have seen it! We have seen the Jaws of Sorrow!”
Everyone rushes to the deck. The crew is above his cabin looking behind the ship. It is understood that they should not follow but the Captain’s gaze and the horrified thoughts on the guard’s mind allow him to slip up the ladder. Ever curious and nimble, The man dressed in tight black clothes with light red armor climbs a rope quickly and proceeds to the crow’s nest far above. Vander and the five women stay below but remain attentive.
The lookout in the nest fails to see the stranger climb into his lookout. His gaze is fixed on the waters within the receding wake of the ship. He can see a large grayish- white fin slice through the water. Thick barnacles or armored plates can be seen on it. It is maintaining the same pace as the wind blown ship. Megamania, with his trained eyes sees something else. Something that horrifies him. The dark shadowy figure behind the boat that the fin is connected to. The tail sticks out of the water a full 5-6 feet. The dark shadow of a figure precedes the tail by about 75 feet. The dorsal fin is close to the surface.
In a voice nearly too quiet to be heard, he says only this- “…. we need a bigger boat…..”
The ship itself is only about 100 feet long.
“…. a bigger boat like a fully equipped USS Wisconsin…”
“She is taunting us. She means to destroy us in due time. Captain Stevens- I hope you meant what you said below deck. I will need your help if I can. It is obvious to me that your allies are no normal military group.”
He turns to the Captain, his shield shines with energy. “Consider it done.” He goes to call on the others even as the captain of the vessel gives out orders.
“Jean- I need wind. We need to outrun this beast if possible. Christina- give us any extra advantage we can get. Vander- with your great strength, try to help these men. Those lines are going to require a lot of pull with Jean’s intervention. Megamania- damn it boy where are you?!?”
“It’s out of range for me” shouts down the rogue.
The three women move to the side to be out of the way. They do not attempt to go below deck.
White caps suddenly form behind the ship as a powerful gust builds up strength and intensity. The Captain of the ship looks in awe. “Steady men! A great wind looks to be coming!” And just as he finishes that the ship’s sails catch the first of the wind created by Jean.
“s***…Captain- the beast is keeping with us” yells Megamania holding onto the edge of the crow’s nest. The sailor that was the lookout looks green as the ship lifts quickly riding a large wave.
Vander grunts as the ropes pull at his arms. He was told to pull hard and he shall. He strains and holds the sail in place. The men are in awe as three others holding a line are being slowly dragged along. Hidden under his armor, a tattoo of a large horned beast quivers then seemly melts into his body. To the amazement of all, he pulls back on the rope taking up the strain the three men could not withstand.
Christina, having blessed the crew and her allies, goes to bolster the line handler’s strength. She gives out spells of Bull Strength and Golem Strength as she sees fit to.
Jean continues to bolster the strength of the winds then begins to lift into the air. Her cape drawn out capturing the strength of the wind lifts her quickly suddenly. Her eyes glow as the very power of the elements course through her.
The Captain looks in awe. He is suddenly very much aware of how powerful his allies are. And of the shark behind them. It continues to keep pace. Its course plated back now breaks the surface. It is clearly a monster of over 75 ft in length! It opens its jaws showing off thousands of sharp teeth and a roar can be heard that shakes the craft. Several bits of board and plank shake free from the fierce winds and the power of the creature’s roar.
“We can not outrun the beast Captain Stevens. To have your mage’s wind blow harder would tear the craft apart.”
“We can not give up. There is always a way Captain Bennaton.”
“Who said I was giving up?” The Captain of the ship snarls in both rage and pain that it was suggested he would give up. “Have your mage direct us toward that island. There are reefs there. We should clear them but I doubt the beast will.”
The winds slow for a moment then suddenly they twist and yank the ship to the West. Vander snarls. Sweating in obvious pain he tries to hold his ground. Christina goes over. She sees his muscles bunching up- trying to tear free from his very bones. However, so long as he exerts this pressure she can not help him.
“Oh dear god- the captain means to run the beast into the reefs!” squeaks the man in the crow’s nest. Megamania turns and sees the layers of light and dark before the craft. Thinking of his experiences on jet skis and other boats, he tries to guess the depth of the water. For a man whom does not believe in gods he calls out often using holy words.
Then he holds on with BOTH hands.
The winds wipe up the waters over the reef making it difficult to see the underwater reef. All aboard fear for the desperate move but know they need to trust their captain. A scrap here and a thud there reveal the depth is not enough but may work. The Jaws of Sorrow Goes airborne as it leaps over the first row of coral growth. Its full 80ft by 35ft form is visible in the early morning light. As it twists, seemly in slow motion, the scars of past battles won are visible. It has a white stomach with a gray and black top. Thick scales or plates grow on it.
This is no ordinary shark. It is abnormal…mutated even. To quote Megamania- “ …that is the biggest and ugliest M*********** he has ever seen in or out of water.
A great burst of water and coral explodes out of the water as the beast lands and propels itself into the next line of reef. Chucks of meat are torn free as the collection of millions of years of growth by the shelled creatures is broken and blasted by the impact. An audible roar can be heard as the creature thrashes about before quieting down. To most it seems the creature has finally been defeated. To Jean and Megamania however, they can see its dark form slowly swim in and out of the canals between the coral. It is looking for a means out.
Then a sudden and violent crunch is heard. Megamania holds on for his life. The man in the nest with him is thrown nearly over the edge. Megamania grabs him by his belt. The man loses his pants but was able to grab ropes thus saving his own life.
Vander and most everyone else has been thrown to the deck. The Captain caught the 1st mate from going over. Several crewmembers and the three women look behind the ship and see several planks reach the surface along with stirred up pieces of broken coral.
Captain Bennaton, one knee, looks sternly at the Captain. “We are taking on water and will not go much further.”
The ship, now taking sinking while moving, strikes another coral bed. This time it becomes caught and grounded. Seeing the situation and reacting instantly, Jean casts her winds away from the ship so as not to topple it. She wills herself to fly as little stitched on wings near her ankles sprout and flap. She looks about for the monster and can not see it. It has either found deep water or moved out of the reefs.
An island can be seen about 2 miles away. It is large with high jagged mountains hidden partially in the mists and clouds. Jean flies down to report her findings and to see what she can do next.
“We must abandon her and try for the island sir” states the 1st mate. Looking at the distance and wondering if they can make it.
“Aye…but I fear we have few boarding ships. I can only bring about half the crew at a time and that still leaves our new passengers.”
“I will see to my team captain Bennaton. Take the women if you can. We can try to cover you.”
“Jean!” The Captain calls out. I need to confirm something with you.
Megamania stays in the nest. He notes the presence of two “regular” sharks. Though about ten feet long he thinks little of them. He is looking for the grand poppa of them. He doesn’t see the men looking to use the boarding craft.
Christina heals Vander’s ravished arm and shoulder muscles. She is amazed by his resilience. He had at least four major muscle groupings tear holding the line yet he never called out or let go. There was something amazing about this man. Truly amazing.
The men quickly draw lots for the first boat. Many wish to stay with their captain whom refuses to go first.
The three women climb in. Jilliannna looks up at the crow’s nest. Concern is written on her face. The first two boarding boats set off. The others split off to complete their assigned duties. Most try to pail out and block the water though it is a lost cause. Others ready weapons and small portions of supplies. Captain Bennaton goes into his office asking for his 1st mate and Captain Stevens to join him.
Several hours go by. Then another several hours. Megamania can not help himself. He continues to watch for trouble and thinks about what could have been done differently. Why didn’t Jean go with the smaller crafts? She could have propelled them and protected them. Why didn’t he have Jean blast the damned beast from the water with her lightning? Maybe Vander could have mind****** it into thinking it was guppy. However, he knew better than to say anything. The two Captains saved their lives up to this point. The race on the reefs seem to be working. It cost them the ship but the godzilla of sharks couldn’t get past. Still, it bothered his pessimistic soul that he lost track of the beast.
Finally, come evening, they feared the worst. It was up to them to get off the ship and to the island in relative safety. The others may be lost.
Jean worked on spells and began to create thick sheets of ice to stand on. Vander worked his psionic powers to create a sail on the iceberg by forcing a hole into the center and planting a pole with a sail on it. Christina kept components for spells on hand. She feared the beast was also alive and still hunting.
Finally, as the sun began to set they prepared to leave. Megamania began to climb down the rope ladder from the crow’s nest when he saw it. “ho-ly ****” he whispered “INCOMING!!!!!”
With that, the water, boat and coral seemly explode as the 35ft wide mouth of the Jaws of Sorrow burst through the water striking coral and ship alike. It is airborne and its plated tail becomes caught in the riggings that Megamania was just in. When he cried his warning he dove over the edge in the direction of the list of the ship.
The ship was torn free from the coral taking several crewmembers with it. Tangled in the lines, the beast thrashed and crushed and cut men in two. Its hard hide broke the ship and coral alike apart.
The Captain, on the ice barge, tried to save as many floating men as possible. Vander too, hauled men, including Captain Bennaton and the 1st mate up quickly. Something tugged on the line that once held the ice to the ship. Preparing for a new menace, Vander braced himself. Instead, Christina crawled up the line. She had prepared the spell of Waterbreathing and survived the initial attack. Getting her heavy armored body onto the slick ice was another thing. Megamania swam to them and by using hidden small throwing knives, clawed his way onto the iceberg.
Feeling the beast would be free shortly of the crushed ship; Jean began to rain lightning bolts onto the creature. Hundreds of small fish and a few men bobbed to the surface. The creature burst weakly onto the coral. Steam rising from its body with no less than eight scorch marks on it. The black dead eyes gave no hint to its grasp of life. Within its maw were thousands of teeth in jagged rows. Bits of rigging, ship and even limbs could be seen within. Its movements ended and the people hurried to escape the scene.
In the two miles they had to travel- no one felt relaxed enough to sit or not stare at the reef or the island that seemed so small and tiny compared to the beast.
and today's subject is.... an old Storyhour of mine, this sequence to be specific-
STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 023
“Jaws of Sorrow”
“I am Captain Bennaton. I am the captain of this fine ship. Who may each of you be?” He motions to the three survivors of the ill fated sea craft- Siren of the Sea.
A stunningly beautiful woman of her mid-twenties with shoulder length cured black hair speaks up first. I am Jilliannna Truthspeak. These two are my aids- Miss. Karen and Miss. Blaque. We had paid for safe passage from the island of Niles to the island of Bastilles onboard the ship Siren of the Seas. The Jaws of Sorrow sank it last night quite unexpectedly. Fortune was with us as your ship came to save us. I only wish the crew were as lucky.
Captain Bennaton mulls over this information while looking over the three women. It surprises him that these three should survive over the crew but the fates must not be done with them. “Very well.” He turns to the five strangely dressed survivors and asks for their story.
“I am Captain Roger Stevens. These are my friends, allies and if you will my crew. I am unsure how we came to be here in harms way but we thankyou and wish to aid you in any way we can.” His stance and eyes are commanding and impress the Captain of the ship. Bennaton is very certain he means everything just said.
“Where were you going to on your travels?”
“Strangely enough, we travel to the island of Bastilles ourselves. Fate seems to have drawn us all together.”
“Be careful of how you view fate. She has a way unlike any other.”
Before the captain can continue he hears someone rushing and tripping on the stairs. He turns to find a crewmember there very pale and shaken. “Cap... captain…we have seen it! We have seen the Jaws of Sorrow!”
Everyone rushes to the deck. The crew is above his cabin looking behind the ship. It is understood that they should not follow but the Captain’s gaze and the horrified thoughts on the guard’s mind allow him to slip up the ladder. Ever curious and nimble, The man dressed in tight black clothes with light red armor climbs a rope quickly and proceeds to the crow’s nest far above. Vander and the five women stay below but remain attentive.
The lookout in the nest fails to see the stranger climb into his lookout. His gaze is fixed on the waters within the receding wake of the ship. He can see a large grayish- white fin slice through the water. Thick barnacles or armored plates can be seen on it. It is maintaining the same pace as the wind blown ship. Megamania, with his trained eyes sees something else. Something that horrifies him. The dark shadowy figure behind the boat that the fin is connected to. The tail sticks out of the water a full 5-6 feet. The dark shadow of a figure precedes the tail by about 75 feet. The dorsal fin is close to the surface.
In a voice nearly too quiet to be heard, he says only this- “…. we need a bigger boat…..”
The ship itself is only about 100 feet long.
“…. a bigger boat like a fully equipped USS Wisconsin…”
“She is taunting us. She means to destroy us in due time. Captain Stevens- I hope you meant what you said below deck. I will need your help if I can. It is obvious to me that your allies are no normal military group.”
He turns to the Captain, his shield shines with energy. “Consider it done.” He goes to call on the others even as the captain of the vessel gives out orders.
“Jean- I need wind. We need to outrun this beast if possible. Christina- give us any extra advantage we can get. Vander- with your great strength, try to help these men. Those lines are going to require a lot of pull with Jean’s intervention. Megamania- damn it boy where are you?!?”
“It’s out of range for me” shouts down the rogue.
The three women move to the side to be out of the way. They do not attempt to go below deck.
White caps suddenly form behind the ship as a powerful gust builds up strength and intensity. The Captain of the ship looks in awe. “Steady men! A great wind looks to be coming!” And just as he finishes that the ship’s sails catch the first of the wind created by Jean.
“s***…Captain- the beast is keeping with us” yells Megamania holding onto the edge of the crow’s nest. The sailor that was the lookout looks green as the ship lifts quickly riding a large wave.
Vander grunts as the ropes pull at his arms. He was told to pull hard and he shall. He strains and holds the sail in place. The men are in awe as three others holding a line are being slowly dragged along. Hidden under his armor, a tattoo of a large horned beast quivers then seemly melts into his body. To the amazement of all, he pulls back on the rope taking up the strain the three men could not withstand.
Christina, having blessed the crew and her allies, goes to bolster the line handler’s strength. She gives out spells of Bull Strength and Golem Strength as she sees fit to.
Jean continues to bolster the strength of the winds then begins to lift into the air. Her cape drawn out capturing the strength of the wind lifts her quickly suddenly. Her eyes glow as the very power of the elements course through her.
The Captain looks in awe. He is suddenly very much aware of how powerful his allies are. And of the shark behind them. It continues to keep pace. Its course plated back now breaks the surface. It is clearly a monster of over 75 ft in length! It opens its jaws showing off thousands of sharp teeth and a roar can be heard that shakes the craft. Several bits of board and plank shake free from the fierce winds and the power of the creature’s roar.
“We can not outrun the beast Captain Stevens. To have your mage’s wind blow harder would tear the craft apart.”
“We can not give up. There is always a way Captain Bennaton.”
“Who said I was giving up?” The Captain of the ship snarls in both rage and pain that it was suggested he would give up. “Have your mage direct us toward that island. There are reefs there. We should clear them but I doubt the beast will.”
The winds slow for a moment then suddenly they twist and yank the ship to the West. Vander snarls. Sweating in obvious pain he tries to hold his ground. Christina goes over. She sees his muscles bunching up- trying to tear free from his very bones. However, so long as he exerts this pressure she can not help him.
“Oh dear god- the captain means to run the beast into the reefs!” squeaks the man in the crow’s nest. Megamania turns and sees the layers of light and dark before the craft. Thinking of his experiences on jet skis and other boats, he tries to guess the depth of the water. For a man whom does not believe in gods he calls out often using holy words.
Then he holds on with BOTH hands.
The winds wipe up the waters over the reef making it difficult to see the underwater reef. All aboard fear for the desperate move but know they need to trust their captain. A scrap here and a thud there reveal the depth is not enough but may work. The Jaws of Sorrow Goes airborne as it leaps over the first row of coral growth. Its full 80ft by 35ft form is visible in the early morning light. As it twists, seemly in slow motion, the scars of past battles won are visible. It has a white stomach with a gray and black top. Thick scales or plates grow on it.
This is no ordinary shark. It is abnormal…mutated even. To quote Megamania- “ …that is the biggest and ugliest M*********** he has ever seen in or out of water.
A great burst of water and coral explodes out of the water as the beast lands and propels itself into the next line of reef. Chucks of meat are torn free as the collection of millions of years of growth by the shelled creatures is broken and blasted by the impact. An audible roar can be heard as the creature thrashes about before quieting down. To most it seems the creature has finally been defeated. To Jean and Megamania however, they can see its dark form slowly swim in and out of the canals between the coral. It is looking for a means out.
Then a sudden and violent crunch is heard. Megamania holds on for his life. The man in the nest with him is thrown nearly over the edge. Megamania grabs him by his belt. The man loses his pants but was able to grab ropes thus saving his own life.
Vander and most everyone else has been thrown to the deck. The Captain caught the 1st mate from going over. Several crewmembers and the three women look behind the ship and see several planks reach the surface along with stirred up pieces of broken coral.
Captain Bennaton, one knee, looks sternly at the Captain. “We are taking on water and will not go much further.”
The ship, now taking sinking while moving, strikes another coral bed. This time it becomes caught and grounded. Seeing the situation and reacting instantly, Jean casts her winds away from the ship so as not to topple it. She wills herself to fly as little stitched on wings near her ankles sprout and flap. She looks about for the monster and can not see it. It has either found deep water or moved out of the reefs.
An island can be seen about 2 miles away. It is large with high jagged mountains hidden partially in the mists and clouds. Jean flies down to report her findings and to see what she can do next.
“We must abandon her and try for the island sir” states the 1st mate. Looking at the distance and wondering if they can make it.
“Aye…but I fear we have few boarding ships. I can only bring about half the crew at a time and that still leaves our new passengers.”
“I will see to my team captain Bennaton. Take the women if you can. We can try to cover you.”
“Jean!” The Captain calls out. I need to confirm something with you.
Megamania stays in the nest. He notes the presence of two “regular” sharks. Though about ten feet long he thinks little of them. He is looking for the grand poppa of them. He doesn’t see the men looking to use the boarding craft.
Christina heals Vander’s ravished arm and shoulder muscles. She is amazed by his resilience. He had at least four major muscle groupings tear holding the line yet he never called out or let go. There was something amazing about this man. Truly amazing.
The men quickly draw lots for the first boat. Many wish to stay with their captain whom refuses to go first.
The three women climb in. Jilliannna looks up at the crow’s nest. Concern is written on her face. The first two boarding boats set off. The others split off to complete their assigned duties. Most try to pail out and block the water though it is a lost cause. Others ready weapons and small portions of supplies. Captain Bennaton goes into his office asking for his 1st mate and Captain Stevens to join him.
Several hours go by. Then another several hours. Megamania can not help himself. He continues to watch for trouble and thinks about what could have been done differently. Why didn’t Jean go with the smaller crafts? She could have propelled them and protected them. Why didn’t he have Jean blast the damned beast from the water with her lightning? Maybe Vander could have mind****** it into thinking it was guppy. However, he knew better than to say anything. The two Captains saved their lives up to this point. The race on the reefs seem to be working. It cost them the ship but the godzilla of sharks couldn’t get past. Still, it bothered his pessimistic soul that he lost track of the beast.
Finally, come evening, they feared the worst. It was up to them to get off the ship and to the island in relative safety. The others may be lost.
Jean worked on spells and began to create thick sheets of ice to stand on. Vander worked his psionic powers to create a sail on the iceberg by forcing a hole into the center and planting a pole with a sail on it. Christina kept components for spells on hand. She feared the beast was also alive and still hunting.
Finally, as the sun began to set they prepared to leave. Megamania began to climb down the rope ladder from the crow’s nest when he saw it. “ho-ly ****” he whispered “INCOMING!!!!!”
With that, the water, boat and coral seemly explode as the 35ft wide mouth of the Jaws of Sorrow burst through the water striking coral and ship alike. It is airborne and its plated tail becomes caught in the riggings that Megamania was just in. When he cried his warning he dove over the edge in the direction of the list of the ship.
The ship was torn free from the coral taking several crewmembers with it. Tangled in the lines, the beast thrashed and crushed and cut men in two. Its hard hide broke the ship and coral alike apart.
The Captain, on the ice barge, tried to save as many floating men as possible. Vander too, hauled men, including Captain Bennaton and the 1st mate up quickly. Something tugged on the line that once held the ice to the ship. Preparing for a new menace, Vander braced himself. Instead, Christina crawled up the line. She had prepared the spell of Waterbreathing and survived the initial attack. Getting her heavy armored body onto the slick ice was another thing. Megamania swam to them and by using hidden small throwing knives, clawed his way onto the iceberg.
Feeling the beast would be free shortly of the crushed ship; Jean began to rain lightning bolts onto the creature. Hundreds of small fish and a few men bobbed to the surface. The creature burst weakly onto the coral. Steam rising from its body with no less than eight scorch marks on it. The black dead eyes gave no hint to its grasp of life. Within its maw were thousands of teeth in jagged rows. Bits of rigging, ship and even limbs could be seen within. Its movements ended and the people hurried to escape the scene.
In the two miles they had to travel- no one felt relaxed enough to sit or not stare at the reef or the island that seemed so small and tiny compared to the beast.
Relique du Madde
Adventurer
Why are you so mean to your Little Voices
I'd be more afraid if he named his inner child the gimp or decided to recreate the pig squealing scene from deliverance with his inner voices.
The_Warlock
Explorer
Why are you so mean to your Little Voices
If they can't work and play well with others, they don't get to sing in the chorus.
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