Skybound [IC|Closed]

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Sep 26, 2014 4:05 pm

Skybound

Once upon a time, man lived in prosperity. He built high towers, forged mighty empires, and lived life to its fullest, draining the cup of civilization. No longer a beast of stone and fire, cowering in the wilderness as animals ravened about his abode, he tamed the wild and made its creatures his subjects. He bent rivers to his will, watering fields of golden wheat for his gluttony, and to the skies his temples reached.

But this is not that time. Man built too high, and discovered the power of the gods. Phos and Skotos were the two eldest deities, and revealed themselves to man, expecting worship and adoration for the gifts they had given him as he ascended from the mud. But man was proud, and had not seen their miracles, thinking himself the master of his domain. The gods grew angry, and sent afflictions upon mankind to teach him humility. Volcanoes ravaged the landscape of cities and farms, and the earth quaked beneath the feet of man, woman and child. But man's heart was hard; he shook his fist at the sky, and called curses against the powers of the circles of the world. As the world burned around him the wisest and most fell of man's scions dabbled in dark magics, and even as the lands of man sank beneath the waves they crafted a dread spell beyond even the ken of the gods.

And so the world ended, in fire. The gods fell as insidious incantations rent their forms from their strength, and man laughed to see his deities slain even as the last vestiges of civilization died under the apocalypse of magic. To the winds was scattered the earth, rock and stone, water and air, for the will of the divine had formed it, and as they were unmade so too were their creations.

That is not the end of the story though; man survived, lost as a sojourner amidst the planes of the cosmos, and into his breast a portion of the power of the divine was taken. His mind expanded, and the spark of creation was given to him, even the ability to reforge the world as it once was. Alone man walked, but not forever, and mayhaps in time he shall rise again to replace the gods he has cast down.

The warm rays of the noon sun caress the features of both man and women as all awaken, well fed and rested. Not much greets their eyes; merely a desolate wasteland of earth and sky. Was this the way it had always been? Perhaps. No person remembered anything different. But man is ingenious, and his creativity is untrammeled, for man has in his breast now something not entirely mundane, the remnants of slain deities.

This is his new world to make and tame. And he is not held down to the earth my mortal constraints. He is Skybound, headed for the firmament.

by **RPGers** » Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:56 pm

A man opened his eyes, and looked around, not recognizing his surroundings. How did I get here? he thought. What he found in his memory was nothing, except for his name. Jay he thought Jay is my name. But there was something else he found inside of him, some sort of power, but not enough to use. He got up, and had a better look of the area. After seeing some mud, he decided that he should go and collect it, to make mud bricks and somehow extract the water from it. After collecting some he shouted "Hello, anyone there!!!" At the top of his lungs, hoping someone would hear him.

by **Ralnis** » Fri Sep 26, 2014 9:08 pm

Glu'ciel, day 1, hour 1

It was a jolt of electricity. Many of the muscles were starting to become active and the silence in his ears started to hear the heart pump the blood through the militates of veins and arties that makes a physical human a human. Then finally, his eyes open to see the deep blue sky and he started gasping for air as he started to wander where he was or who he was and he started to have large waves of pain came that seem to only go away as quickly as it came then he spoke.

I... I am... Glu'ciel.

Glu'ciel, the name the human was born with, though he did not feel normal, or like a human anymore. He seemed stronger for some reason, like his body was not his and something was tingling inside him. He touched his sternum and it seemed that a spark came from it and he jerked as it felt like the energy that was released echoed through his body and the wind around him as he breaths in and out. He looks around him and notices the edge of the land he awaken on and saw nothing but clouds and an endless pit of darkness and he felt that he should not take another step or look down for it could come to an early grave. He started to walk to the east to see if he is the only one on this island and to see what truly is this world he lives in.

walks one tile east to the dark brown tile near him

by **The Starlight** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 5:35 am

A man opened his eyes, and immediately squinted and raised a hand to block the unmerciful sun's rays. He did not know where he was, or who he was. Wait! he thought to himself. Searching his memory, he found a word. His name. Da-llen. "Dallen. My name is Dallen." Dallen stood up and turned in a slow 360, to observe his surroundings. He saw a huge mass of blue to the left, the sky, his mind told him. And he saw two dark brown substances in front of him. He walked to it and picked it up, before picking up the other one he saw as well. He would call them mud. Yes, Mud was a good name, but somehow familiar. Not wanting to dwell on his memories for long, he sat down and looked at the mud in his hands, trying to figure out what to do with them.

ACTION: Pick up two mud globs.

by **Constaniana** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 11:18 am

Ophellia, Day 1, Hour 1

A young woman looked around her in blank confusion, trying to remember what could have put her in such a strange, bizarre situation. But aside from her name of Ophellia her memories only held oblivion, which seemed to match her surroundings. Everything was a blank, dreary blur of brown and sad blue. Not knowing what to do, Ophellia idly grabbed some of the wet soil and tried gathering some near her.

ACTION: Gather mud globs

by **Aona** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 11:32 am

The sky around the floating island hummed on, indifferent to outside sources. The little girl who has awoken to the sight sat for a moment, watching it. It seemed to twist and cascade into each other, like something she had once seen. Now, it was only a distant memory. As were all of her memories.

She searched the skies once more, combing them, looking for something she couldn't put her finger on. Finally, however, it showed itself:

Moss.

Her name was Moss. She smiled brightly to herself, now knowing them name she would go by. She stood up lightly, brushing the sediment off her white dress. She looked around, seeing the edge of the world on the south. She decided now that she would walk north, trying to find something, someone, there. The air was so crisp and inviting, that she twirled a few times, curious of the world around her.

ACTION: Enter Markus's Territory

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 11:46 am

First Hour, First Day

Jay

As his eyes scan the area about him, Jay can't see any other people. It is a small island upon which he finds himself, which could be a blessing or a curse. His voice reverberates off into the nothingness of the sky, though to the south he can easily make out more brown land. Walking a bit south to the west soil, his feet squelch in the mud, which he gathers up some globs of, rolling it in his hands and musing about what he could do with it. It was wet now, but if it dried out he could see it might become hard. Perhaps he could pack it into a wall, or even build a little mud-pool out of it, but he would definitely need more for that.

[10] +3 Mud Globs : -2 Energy for Movement and Action

Glu'Ciel

The west was not his, not yet. East he went, his feet squelching in the thick cool mud. It must be wet for a reason. Perhaps rain fell here at times. Just a little ways east he can make out another figure, garbed in tattered cloth, a man. All about him the brown of the earth extended, and beyond it the endless air.

-1 Energy for Movement

Dallen

Dallen takes up the hunks of wet soil, rolling them about in his fists. Perhaps these could be thrown at someone, if there were other people like him. The moisture in them appealed to him; though he was not parched, the sun beat down on his head with the heat of a furnace, and the bits of water might be refreshing. But they were no good to him trapped in this morass of dirt and muck. If the mud dried out if might be hard, as the tiny chunks he got on his legs were already dried and cracking.

[9] +3 Mud Globs, -2 Energy for Movement and Action

Ophelia

Walking a short distance towards what might be the east, Ophelia took up the cool wetness she found there, observing how around the edges of the pool it had dried harder than dirt, and handling the chunks dexterously. Maybe if she took some mud from one pool and stuffed it in the other, it would all conglomerate together and dry out slower under the sun's relentless glare. She couldn't be sure, but with nothing else visible save crumbly dirt, it might also be a decent building material. In her breast she could feel a curious sensation, like the heat of day, but somehow purer and cleaner, almost as if some latent power was building within her corporeal being.

[7] +2 Mud Globs, -2 Energy for Movement and Action

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 12:26 pm

Somewhere in the sky, on the northern part of a floating island, not far from a tiny lake of mud, a young woman was rolled up into a ball much like a feline, snoring loudly. The woman, a remnant of the world that was, slept soundly until the warmth of the sunlight that bathed her completely became too uncomfortable for her to bear. Even then, she only briefly opened one eye and then closed it again, the light being too much for her at the moment. Still half asleep, she sat up, adopting a lotus flower position, and remained in place for the longest time. About an hour, she would have calculated, if such things even concerned her at the moment, and they did not. She simply sat there, her mind blank.

Suddenly, a spark. Not literally speaking of course, but the woman felt a spark of energy within her. It was tiny. It was weak. It was tenuous. But it was there, a flicker of power. There was not a lot she could do with it, not yet, and she knew it, but this experience was enough to make her fully awaken now, opening both of her eyes this time and forcing them to stay so until they adjusted to the light of the searing star.

Looking up, she saw a vast void of emptiness and it was horrendous. Immaculate, and thus unnatural. Inhuman. The ground, now that was a much more welcome sight. She saw its extension, it was not much, but it was something, and this little something, this little island made her feel better about being where she was. She looked at the brown expanse and it seemed as if it reflected on her eyes, which were the very same color of the soil around her.

Making an effort to stand up, she suddenly took note of herself for the first time. She felt the thing on her head which cascaded a bit past her shoulders, and the things covering her legs and her torso. They were all dirty, but instead of minding this, she started laughing. She remembered something. Her name was Ada. She was Ada, and she was all dirty, and for some reason she found this very humorous. She really did belong here, she thought, before continuing to look around. Not far from where she stood, a small ammount of something that looked like semi-liquid dirt sat idly on the ground, and the woman's mind raced. It looked quite malleable, and perhaps it could be useful, so she walked over to it and began gathering globs of the strange thing. She didn't mind getting soiled by it, after all.

by **Ralnis** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:10 pm

Glu'ceil, day 1, hour 2

The walking of Glu'ciel allowed him to survey the ground. There was nothing but dirt, no trees, no grass, even animals were absent from his gaze as he tried his best to still grasp his own current standing as the world around him seemed to crackle with energy, little sparks around him. It made him feel different then how he was an hour ago, but he still questioned if this was his body or if he is even Human. He doesn't feel normal, whatever he was before he awaken today. When he finally realized that it was moist, he finally moved his toes around his feet and then his mind registered what this was.

It is mud? It is! It is mud!!

His mind was racing even though he wouldn't speak, or it maybe that he can't speak. He tried, but it feel like his own muscles he awaken with are so foreign that he is learning how to move or even learning how to listen but speaking is one thing he does not know what to do. However, he started to focus on the muscles in his feet to move around and apparently he started to feel the crackle of energy around him in the mud. Which would make him feed in his curiosity that all Humans are known to have as he started to gather a few of the globs in order to try and find out why they make him react that way and he started to grab the wet substance and try to hold it in his arms as much as he can until he saw another figure at the horizon and he started to have a growing fear and goes back to his corner at the edge of the island with the globs of mud.

Gather mud globs and goes back to the tile he came from

by **RPGers** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:06 pm

Jay, Day 1, 2nd hour
Jay stopped shouting, it was obvious that no one could hear him. oh well, he thought may as well keep on collecting this mud. So he kept digging up the mud. He could feel that same energy inside him, growing, becoming more powerful, if only he had a little more. He then looked off into the distance, seeming that he was in the sky, but it didn't bother him, after all, he felt like the sky was his favourite place. After a while of digging and thinking, he had an idea, it could be risky, but it would make him feel less lonely.

Actions: collect more mud globs, use two mud globs to create a mini statue and dry it in the sun.

by **Constaniana** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 7:23 am

Ophellia, Day 1, Hour 2

Well, she had something now. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it yet, but perhaps Ophellia would think of something if she got more of this wet dirt.

ACTION: Harvest more mud globs

by **Lavan Tiri** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:40 am

Markus, Day One, Hour Two

A gasp of air starts the budumpathump of a heart, which starts all the muscles of the body.

Markus sat up, opening his eyes. His name? Markus? Eh, it'd work. For now, at least.

He noted the soft, dark brown……… shit-like stuff……… that seemed to be the ground.

Why not?

He bent down.

Action: Gather Mud Globs.

by **Liecthenbourg** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:46 am

Juanito Valderamma, Day 1, Hour 2

Eyelids parted and pupils darted quickly. Juanito stood up, his black trousers not even covered in dust from his meditating position. With a quick flick of his cap in an upwards direction and spinning his cane in a very pompous and gentlemanly manner, "Generalisimo Valderrama, Supreme Dictator of the ground upon which he stands" began to look around at his surroundings.

"Dirt"

"Dirt"

"Dirt"

"Oh? Mud"

He prodded the weird material with his cane before tucking it in the crook of his arm, running his gloveless hands through it.

This could be useful

by **The Starlight** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 12:20 pm

Dallen, Day 1, Hour 2

Dallen finished collecting the hunks of wet soil. Now, having nothing else to do and wishing to preserve his energy, he looked around and founded a dry patch of dirt, which he laid down upon, taking sometime to think about his situation and to search his memory.

Actions: Dallen begins to meditate.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:05 pm

Second Hour, First Day

Ada

Ada trudged north a bit, the sticky liquid dirt clinging to her ankles, not that it bothered here. With dexterous hands she dipped down into the pool of muck, bringing forth the fragments of the world in her palms. Curious. Only this and some dirt remained, of... whatever had come before. She was certain there had been a before. Her clothing definitely wasn't made out of dirt, at any rate. The building blocks of something, that was what she sensed this mud could be.

[4+1: 5] +2 Mud Globs, - 2 Energy

Glu'Ciel

Cautiously Glu'ciel edged back to the west, his west, where he felt secure. Other humans were not what he wanted to deal with now, but rather the mud in his arms. It seemed to cling together in an odd fashion, not staining him like he thought it should, but rather separating into distinct chunks of wet earth. Curious indeed. If it dried it might be fairly hard and solid, but he could do more with it. Perhaps he could mold it into a shape, a crude bowl, or even heap it to place a barrier between him and the other man.

[4] +2 Mud Globs, -2 Energy

Jay

Jay heaped two globs of the sticky clay together and formed them with his fingers carefully, next to the pool he was working in. Crude eyes and a mouth followed a vaguely human shape, but Jay wasn't exactly an artist. He didn't know what he was, really. But this was a start. The figure seemed vaguely feminine, and though she could not speak and only stood as tall as his shin, her smile was curious, as if she wished to share a joke. He didn't know what he could do with her, really, and the wet mud would need some time under the sun to set up properly. But again, it was a start. Turning from his task, Jay gathered up some more of the useful mud.

[1] +2 Mud Globs, -2 Energy, +1 Statuette (Wet), -2 Mud Globs

Ophelia

More dirt for the dirt god. Wet dirt, at that. Ophelia gathered it up, and thought about how perhaps she could shape it. It appeared to hold its form fairly well, and if it set under the sun it would retain whatever arrangement she sculpted in to it.

[2] +2 Mud Globs, -1 Energy

Markus

The muscles in Markus' hand clenched in a spasm, sending a brief shock of pain up his arm. It was protesting being used, forced back into motion after who knew how long of idleness. Sore, stiff all over, but alive. That described him right now.

Oh, and covered in mud. Wading into the shallow pool, he gathered up some thick handfuls of the morass, and examined them. Just more dirt, but instead of crumbling under his feet, this stuck together. If it stuck together, he could stick a lot of it together. That might be useful.

[2] +2 Mud Globs, -2 Energy

Juanito

Juanito twirled his swagger stick and sniffed in disdain as he bent down to pick up the mud. It adhered to him, after a fashion, but with a brush of his gloves it fell off as if his clothing was made of glass. That was unusual, but quite handy for staying clean in the manner in which a gentleman was accustomed. He examined the cloying soil, but couldn't see anything different about it than the the dirt he had stood on before, aside from a distinctly higher level of moisture.

[6] +2 Mud Globs, -2 Energy

Dallen

As Dallen sat upon the ground he felt his inner power growing, snapping, snarling, almost like a beast within yearning to be set free. It didn't... it didn't really feel like it belonged to him, funnily enough. But it was inside him. How could it not belong to him? The feeling passed quickly, but the sensation of standing too close to a lightening bolt did not.

-1 Energy

by **Liecthenbourg** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 2:07 pm

Juantio, Day 1, Hour 3

Juantio stared at the globs of mud with a most inquisitive look upon his face. Before long, an idea came to his mind.

I shall create the most powerful item in the history of existence, it shall rival the gods and their water holding abilities in power.

by **RPGers** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 4:32 pm

Jay, Day 1, Hour 3

Jay felt the power inside him grow, maybe enough to use. He starts walking towards the edge, towards one of the other islands, and at the edge he starts meditating, willing the power inside him to grow, to become stronger. He also places the statue next to him, so that it could dry in the sun. I shall call her Sarah he thought.

by **Aona** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 5:56 pm

Moss, Day 1, Hour 3

Moss had been walking for quite some time. Though she was swift, her feet hurt, and she started to tire of walking. However, just as she was deciding to turn back, she saw the figure of another person rapidly approaching. She was curious, and began to walk swiftly and inquisitively towards the silhouette.

Eventually, she was close enough to talk. Going unnoticed, she creeper up slowly and timidly asked: "Hello?"

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:07 pm

Working swiftly, after an hour of molding the malleable dirt with her hands, Ada managed to extract two veritable masses of the stuff, which she tentatively decided to call mud, for no reason other than the amusement it brought her pronouncing the word, even if she only did so in her mind, seeing no need to speak when there was no one else to hear her. Was there anyone else, in the first place? Had there ever been anyone else? The young woman briefly wondering about such things, before arbitrarily deciding that she didn't care, landing into another bout of laughter. Here she was, pondering the nature of the world and her own nature as a living creature as she formed big globs of mud with her hands! Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle as she settled down, still chuckling sporadically. Despite her loneliness and her apparently fragile sanity, she was happy, there was no doubt about that. She was dirty, stained with mud and soil, harassed by an unforgiving star and surrounded by an azure void, but she was happy.

Looking at the products she held in her hands, she wondered what they could be used for. These fragments of the land on which she walked as its sole inhabitant, its ruler, what could they do for her? Ada pondered this for several moments before realizing that the sticky nature of these things could be helpful, somehow. Forming them into two bricks, she placed them aside to be baked under the searing sun, and then turned back to the puddle of mud before her. The building blocks of her world. Yes. That's what these things were. The foundations of a world she would make for herself. She thought herself to be the only one, and as such, surely, all of this was hers to use as she saw fit. But she would need more. Oh, yes, so many more building blocks. A world needed many of those, after all. Excited, the woman thought of the things she could create as she continued gathering globs mud with her delicate but dexterous hands, the lowly and unhygienic task not bothering her in the slightest.

by **Ralnis** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:46 pm

Glu'ciel, day 1, hour 3

He returned to his spot once more, not knowing what to do after he got the globs and placed them on the ground, freighted by himself. He did not feel any constrained muscle pain from doing what will be normal Human labor, it feels that he put little to no energy to just moving and picking things up. This has came to rise a single question in his mind when he started to realize this,

Just what am I? Am I still Human? Why can't I remember or even be sure about what I truly am?

Even though it has been 3 hours sense he had waken up and saw the world around him that he did not and still did not know about anything expect for his name and looked Human but did not feel Human. On top of that, his head hurt and seemed that he was missing his entire past and if he is truly a human for it seems of the three hours being able to walk and take breath that he feels more foreign then ever. He tried to touch his sternum and felt a much more stronger shock that made him jump back again but then he slowly move his hand closer to the radiating glow and it started to react around the air around him. He moved his hand away from the glow and it went away. It seemed that Glu'ciel needed to think for a second and set down, try to feel his body to try and get a grasp on what he is and trying to gather himself by meditating and try to understand his position right now.

Glu'ciel drops the mud globs to let it try out in the sun and gathers the energy of the Thaum and starts meditating in order to try and control his body more and get a better grip on his surroundings

by **Constaniana** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:13 am

Ophellia, Day 1, Hour 3

The maiden was content with the amount of mud she had for now. It was time to do something with it, like making it into a uniform shape. Setting it in the sun seemed like a good idea too. She put down all the shaped mud globs onto dry ground and sat down to think about things.

Action: Make mud bricks and meditate.

by **The Starlight** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:19 am

Dallen, Day 1 Hour 3

The power that dwelt within him had passed for now, but Dallen wasn't satisfied with the lingering feeling he got. He closed his eyes and tried summoning forth the power once more, curious to see what would happen.

Actions: Dallen starts meditating in order to try and see what his power is.

by **Lavan Tiri** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 1:43 pm

Markus, Day One, Hour Three

A piercing shriek cut through the island air, as Markus was viciously attacked by some strange being. Falling backward into the sticky mud, he screamed "OHMYGODPERSONALSPACE!", and began to hurl his "weapons" at the creature, aiming for its bulbous chest, which he assumed was vulnerable or important for the creature's survival.

Action: throw mud globs at Moss.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 2:05 pm

Third Hour, First Day

Juanito

Hands covered in the sticky soil and clay, Juanito worked the two morasses of muck together into a solid mass, then began molding a depression out of the middle. It was a curious idea, this thing he would come to call the bowl, but he figure it might be useful. Water... rain... he remembered something about rain. Water that fell from the sky. If the mud could hold the water, his mud could hold the water, and water was something he instinctively knew he needed. Plus this bowl was larger and less stringy than his hands. If he dried it, he might be able to use it to dip out more mudballs more easily.

-2 Mud Globs, +1 Bowl (Wet)

Jay

Walking south, the sun on his right, Jay sits down away from the fen of mud to get in touch with his inner spirit. Beside him Sarah dries in the sun, dulling in color to a stark light brown, but becoming quite hard and durable.

+2 Thaum

Moss

Moss made her way north, crossing a small muddy bog, and approaching a figure she did not recognize. Another human? Good, in fact excellent. Maybe. Not alone on this floating ball of earth, at any rate.

-2 Energy

Ada

Ada placed the globs aside, letting the mud morasses lie beneath the baking sun to have the heat of the infernal fire do its work, before dipping her hands back into the sticky pool. From it she pulled forth more handfuls of what would be her kingdom, her dominion of mud and earth.

[6+1: 7] +2 Mud Globs, -2 Mud Globs, +2 Mud Bricks

Glu'ciel

In the Westman's breast the spark grew, energy he did not understand, but inherently perceived as change. It wanted to twine with earth and sky, a desire for evolution manifest, contained and constrained by his mortal flesh. Maybe mortal flesh? He didn't feel immortal, but the power within him did, as old as the star that hung above him, but as young as a fresh breath of icy wind new made and not yet breathed. Change. He saw it all about him, though nothing was obvious to the eye. The shifting of earth, the drying of the bricks near him, the whirling maelstroms of the air. How curious, to know nothing about what that change was from, or towards, only that it existed.

-2 Mud Globs, +2 Thaum, +2 Mud Bricks

Ophelia

Ophelia sat in thought, feeling the energy in her hands and heart strangely attracted towards the bricks drying beside her. They called to it, so loudly she opened her eyes for a second, suspicious that the blocks of mud were speaking aloud. The two wished to be joined, but how? That was the odd part, for they lacked a connection, merely holding desire in their forms, desire which called to her with a sense other than those she knew she possessed. Not smell, not touch, not hearing. There is lay, at the edge of her consciousness, unrequited, but urgent.

-4 Mud Globs, +2 Thaum, +4 Mud Bricks

Dallen

As Dallen sat with his eyes closed, a light played across them, though he sat facing away from the course of the sun across the sky. For a few moments he ignored it, the luminescence not penetrating his waking mind, but then with a jerk he sat forward, eyelids flying open. About the fingers of his left hand sparks played, sparks of mischievous blue light, barely possible to distinguish from the sky all about him. Even as he stared at them, attempting to make sense of the image, they faded as if they had never been.

+2 Thaum

Markus

Markus viciously lobs a hunk of the mud at this strange being approaching him, [10] smacking it right upside the head and causing it to recoil in pain and fall down on the dirt where it stood. That'd show the fiend! But it didn't look dead, and worry filled Markus' being.

-1 Mud Glob

by **Liecthenbourg** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 3:11 pm

Juantio Valderrama, Day 1 Hour 4

With a satisfactory smile on his face Juanito set the bowl upon the ground to dry, it was moist and rather wet to the touch and he doubted it could so much like that.
Meanwhile, he began collecting more mud globs.

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