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Soooooooo, funny story... I'm alive. 😬 And I got my tablet working again, so that's pretty cool!!

I know everyone's gonna ask what the heck happened, but honest answer? No idea. I remember the ground started to feel kinda funny during the storm, and I was trying to get out of the lighthouse cos the spirits were freaking out? But like, idk, I guess I like hit my head or something??? I woke up in the woods with the WOOOOOOORST headache and a bunch of spirits and none of my crap to get in touch with anyone. >:[

Anyway, you guys have probably noticed by now that the lighthouse collapsed. :/ That super sucks for like a thousand reasons. I dunno what we're gonna do about that, but as far as *I'm* concerned, I got my old lantern back and I fixed up my tablet. So the good news is I'm not stuck in the lighthouse anymore, buuuuut the bad news for you guys is that I don't have access to any of the equipment or records I was using to help out. I'm just a normie again!!!

All in all I feel like this development is probably like super duper bad since I can't get in touch with Dr. Solis OR Rastus OR Pluto and all our useful crap is out of commission, but...... We'll figure it out, right? I'm gonna try to stay hopeful??

But uhh so that's the status update on me! What's been up with you guys?

[ooc: hey folks! i just wanted to note real quick that robin isn't an npc anymore! i'm just a player and robin's just a pc, so she's not gonna be any help with plot-related stuff anymore, rip. but i'm looking forward to diving back in and playing with you all again! ❤]

mindofathief

Hello? I just got into the Graveyard. The front gate's unlocked. It's not dangerous from what I've seen so far, and the graves are pretty neat to look at. I think the spirits are coming here with offerings. Can't say if that's true, but it's not entirely abandoned.

Oh, and I found a keypad on one of the tombs! There's something written on the tomb, but I don't know what language it's in. It could be a hint?

[He takes a photo of a metal grave with the following bit of poetry written on it:

¡Quién sostiene las luces que cruzan en la sombra
de esta mi densa soledad tan rara!

pure_havoc

[he sounds tired. They probably all do, after all of that.]

My friends...

I'm sure I don't need to state the obvious, but we are just now seeing the full extent of this disaster. If you have not yet looked to see the bluff where the lighthouse used to be, take a moment and behold. This is hardly the first time the ferry hasn't come, but everything else....well. It is a tragedy on all sides.

First, I would like those who can to check in. Who is still here, and are you all alright? Now that we have a moment to breathe, report in if you can. We must take stock of who is genuinely missing, versus those who are just too busy to use the Grandmaster's alert system.

Second, can we have reports on what is destroyed and what still stands? I have spent my energy moving torches and redirecting water around the Bonfire. It is mostly safe, as far as I can tell, but Master Rastus is missing entirely. What of the village and the downtown on the other sides of the river? How do they fare? Has anyone been able to reach the Keeper, Dr. Solis, or anyone else with the network?

[a pause, a deep breath. Rosinante, buddy, this is on you]

Now is the time we need leadership, more than any other. We can discuss and debate the options later but for the moment, I would like for all of you to trust me and allow me to take charge. Temporarily, if nothing else. I have led my kingdom through war and disaster on a similar level before, I will do everything in my power to lead us out of this and to recovery and reorder, swiftly and carefully. I have been asked by some to step up, and so I shall. If you will let me. If there are no objections, simply ask me for a direction and I will point you toward a need that your skills can meet. What we need first is to take stock of what we have and what is missing: people, supplies, and shelter. From there, we will move forward one step at a time.

If you will not have me, then feel free to say so and I will not waste my time. Meanwhile, I will be moving torches back to the Bonfire Square until I drop from fatigue.

sunborne

Hey guys! It's Daylight again and I have a new update for the spirit language project! I was hoping to release one last month but things were... you know...

...

....

..... hectic.

[ yeah. let's go with that. ]

So! Right! For those who are new: The project I'm talking about is all about attempting to understand the language of the spirits more and making it more accessible for others. In January, I figured out some new phrases and words we could use with them. This month, I think we've made some real progress again!

[ day goes on to explain what the progress exactly is and, to his credit, it does seem to be a lot of advancement. in the past month, the following was tackled:

with the significant help of elle and duster, the following instruments have been transcribed to play the spirits' melodies: the piano. the double bass. the bongos. the kazoo.

(day makes a note to mention that he listed them in order of progress, so they should keep that in mind.)

there was also major progress in cracking the spirits' language itself! one of the things day discovered is that the spirits' treat the use of musical instruments more like 'accents' than anything else. wind musical instruments are easier for the spirits to understand than, say, percussion instruments.

the further one deviates from the original instrument (the ocarina), the heavier the 'accent' the speaker is using when speaking with spirits. it makes it harder for the spirits to understand but long as you finish what you're saying and give them time to answer, they should reply back.

when he finishes explaining the major discoveries and progress: ] This will be all added to the spirit language app that we have on the tablet. The app also has the packet of phrases and words I found so you're free to practice those too. Ocarinas can be found in the general store, free of cost, and feel free to reach out towards Elle and Duster if you want to take a crack of the instruments they transcribed!

Um- What else...? Oh! Like before, if you guys have any questions about how to play the music or the instruments, let me or the others know! We'll do what we can to help each other out while we're here! Thanks for listening!

[ and, with that, daylight ends the audio- but not fast enough, because he fumbles a bit with the tablet. it'll allow some people, if they have sharp hearing, to hear the following as day mutters under his breath: ]

Next mission: Figuring out how music boxes work. What the heck am I supposed to do with-

paletteswap

I had just mentioned to someone how after being here for so long the forest still didn't truly feel like a forest without the sound of birds.

It seems the forest spirits heard me.

I know they aren't truly the birds from home, but there is something nice about having that little bit of normalcy back.

So far they aren't dangerous or aggressive. I hope it remains that way.

sublimebeast

Hi, is this thing on?

[Shuffling.]

I hope so.

Anyway, I went by the courthouse to try and chat with the spirits inside and I told that one person I'd report back after so this is me doing that.

I didn't really learn much, though.

They're annoyed and hungry. Really hungry.

We're gonna have to take them out or feed them, I think.

...Wish I could tell you more.

mindofathief

Bad news everyone
The Fallout Shelter is taken
I mean the nightclub not an actual shelter from nuclear fallout
It's a wild party not the kind of place I'd perform
Some nightclubs don't allow kids because they serve alcohol but this one really shouldn't allow kids

The spirits look happy so I wouldn't try to bother them

Please be careful because you don't know what they're eating
It smells terrible in there.

[How does he safely break the news that they have drugs without making it sound cool?]

mellowyellow

[It's late on the seventh when Masaomi wakes up on a church pew. At first, he can't bring himself to do anything other than stare at his hands. Slowly he raises them above his head, takes in the palms, flips them over, hesitantly touches the backs, slides his fingers down his own arms.

He's whole.

Suddenly, he digs his nails in. It hurts, and he pulls back, leaving harsh red marks. Masaomi sits up then, still staring like he can't believe his own senses.

He's not crying. You're crying.]

[It's not until the eighth that he sends out another text. No ominous snapshots this time.]

Didn't cut it as a carny.

mindofathief

Hi everyone, this is duster
I finally figured out how to make this machine type out what I'm saying
At least it's copying what I say if I talk slowly enough

Anyway there looks to be an old nightclub in downtown beacon called the fallout shelter and its about time we had someplace to have performances that's large and warm
Plus it might have equipment for big concerts
rastus gave me a double bass so I'm practicing at the recreation center until we make a band and see if we can salvage what's there
I don't know much about electronics or much about the history of the town so some help would be appreciated

We don't have to go right now but figuring out a good time would be great

((OOC: basically an IC call for a potential exploration sometime in the near future. If your character would be interested in investigating that area, have them comment here))

equinoctials

(Backdated to when this happened during Lights Out.)

If anyone is able to help, we have somebody at cabin grand portal 5 who has lost a lot of blood.
His injuries are closed. I can't do anything about what he's lost.
Is that artificial blood stuff ready to use for something like this?

He was injured because someone experienced hallucinations that started when his lantern started to glow green.
The lighthouse is showing the same light. It's possible Robin might also be experiencing the same thing.

[ Those who know what the Lighthouse Keeper can do if the situation appears to be dire enough might realize the implications. The last thing they need is a powerful hallucination of, say, the arrival of the World Eaters, or the impression there's total chaos going on down here. Just a thought. ]

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(added later...)

Thanks. We've got a doctor coming to look at him and someone is checking up on Robin. I'll update this if anything new comes up.

pure_havoc

Good evening, for evening it is. Hard to tell with the snow preventing us from seeing a fine full moon, but there it is.

For those who are new to Beacon, my name is Cao Pi, styled Zihuan, and I have been undertaking efforts to maintain organization and sharing of information. This message is long overdue but given certain developments a few weeks ago, I find that much of the information we shared with one another at the recent meeting has been confirmed and added to, since then. That makes a summary easier, knowing what is certain and what is still unknown.

I hesitated making a full public report on the network, knowing that it had been compromised and spirits could use it, but Dr. Ingram suggested that any information from the meeting that we share is probably already known to the spirits, so I feel confident now that we may openly discuss matters.

If you will bear with me, I will summarize my notes as briefly as I can but it may be long. This information should, at some point, be added to the logbook in the town hall as well, but newcomers may find it important to read now.

( he's not kidding that it gets lengthy )

[what he really hopes is that people who asked the machine questions have important stuff to share but...who knows? Floor's open!]

sunborne

Hey guys! So, I made a post about studying the language a month or so, right? I made progress on it! Not a lot of progress but some progress? With words and everything? Got a few phrases and descriptives and stuff like that!

Hmmm... It'll be easier to explain this if I demonstrated it to you guys, right? Right- I'll use the ocarina for this but, um, I promise, we'll try to transcribe the melodies to other instruments soon. Anyways-

[ daylight then proceeds to play a series of melodies and notes, taking his time to explain what they mean and how to play it on the ocarina.

when he finishes his little demo, he continues talking: ] Later, in the day, I'll add all of this stuff to the spirit language app we have on the tablet here. So you guys can practice it for yourselves if you want to do that.

And... Um... For the next few months, I'll be more focused on trying to crack the grammar of the spirits' language since I think the lexicon - I think that means the total words and stuff? (sorry, grandma!) - is robust enough that I don't need to keep digging for new combinations to the phonetics anymore.

So yeah... That's it! If you guys, like, have questions about how to play the music and, er, stuff- Let me know? I'll try to answer what I can.

mollymocked

[We open to the sounds of fiddling with his tablet.] Fuck- she showed me how to queue this up, but-

[Suddenly a melody begins to play, which nearly startles him. By the time, he collects himself, it’s already stopped and he queues it up again, and then repeats it on loop.] Right, so that is something I got from one of our gorgeous guests from a couple weeks ago. I went looking to see if I could find myself another adventure, because as lovely as you lot are, I get restless when I’m stuck in one place for too long, and this is what I have. Now it’s not exactly a location or even a hint at a location, but she said, and I’m quoting, “That’s all you’re getting until the tablets have GPS functionality.”

[He clicks his tongue] I assume that’s… a very complicated way of saying “until we get a map.” [You can practically hear him shrug it off like it's not any big deal.] Anyway. Has anyone heard anything like this anywhere? And which of you arseholes is bored enough to go on what’s either a wild goose chase or some sort of awful trap? Bound to be exciting either way.

[Come on, you know you wanna join him in some shenanigans.]

mindofathief

So, uh.

[Some fiddling on the other end. Duster is almost used to the audio function.]

I've been crashing here and there for the night, but considering that it's always cold and I can't risk sleeping outdoors anymore, does anyone have an open space in their house I can sleep in for the rest of the winter? I'll help with cooking.

mindofathief

[The texting function is so finicky and takes forever, so this voice messenger works much better. There's half a minute of Duster poking at the tablet, checking if it's working.]

Oh.

Hello? Can everyone hear me? I'm at the scrapyard near the edge of the forest. I met a spirit that threw a locked box at me, and I need help breaking it open.

[Why couldn't the spirit be like a normal ghost and leave behind a present box instead?]

...If whatever's inside is important, I don't want to accidentally break it.

originallutece

For our more vampiric population, I come to you with a solution for your dietary problems.

I've invented artificial blood. A substance you can consume without harming others, but that will sustain you much as food and water. I owe a debt to Elena for helping me test them.

Unfortunately, it cannot yet be used in a medical sense-- for blood transplants, which are, by the by, a very important part of medical knowledge, which makes up the second part of this announcement.

If you do not know your blood type, come see me, and I can at least determine it. Blood types are a vital bit of information in a place where one routinely gets cut to bits. Transfusing blood-- that is, the act of giving one's blood to another-- can save a life in many cases. However, if the wrong sorts of blood interact, the result can be deadly.

Many of you do not know your blood type. This will, inevitably, come back to bite you.

So. I suggest you come by my lab within the next few days and find out, before you nearly die of an injury, manage to make it back to town, and then die of your original blood sensing the invader and killing off the cells that came to theoretically heal you. What a horrible, ironic death that would be.

savingthrows

[ Eleven's voice is tired. Drained - her earlier foray into the Void has come back to haunt her during Beacon's Defense with dire consequence, and she feels faint these days, unable to tap into the powers she so violently overused to defend the sleeping inhabitants of Beacon. ]

Home... back home. My... uhm. Mike... told me.

[ She stops talking for a moment. The sound of a quiet breath; she's gathering her thoughts. If you've been here a while you know that she struggles with her words when she's exhausted, when she's upset, when she's emotional. ]

I had one, back home. Christmas... [ She says the word slowly, unsure. ] Mike and me and a few friends, we... played a... game, maybe? Santa's Secret Game... I think. You put your name in a... hat, and then when it's full, you draw one. A name. And you get a gift for that person. But... you can't tell anyone. It's a secret, until they get the gift.

[ The sound of something crinkling. Paper, maybe. ]

I asked Rastus for... paper. For presents. And... ribbons and... bags. I wanted...

I thought...

[ She goes quiet for another moment, then: ]

Presents are... nice. Can we.

Can we just... have something... nice?

Just be nice.

I think, maybe... we could play the game? And give gifts. And be nice.

I... it's. It's from home...

[ooc: Feel free to respond to El, but in the wake of this network post, in the following week she'll go around approaching Beaconites with a large gift bag to collect sign ups for Secret Santa (even if she mislabels the 'game' slightly.

Sign-up can be handwaved through THIS OOC Post, that also includes further information on how this is gonna shake out. ]

sunborne

Hi! I’m Daylight. Um… I know a lot’s been happening and we’re all trying to figure out what we can do to help. It’s actually why I’m making this post now, honestly.

A few months back we had this scavenger hunt event. It was run by Ms. Robin- [ he falters here, the memory of her latest post still fresh in his processors.

he shakes his helm, grateful that no one can see him, and continues on: ] -and I got something for participating in it. It was a phrase from the forest spirits' language. The one where we use with the ocarinas and language app she also set up for us in our tablets.

A friend of mine- Riku, he's really nice - he said he also got one. So did someone else after the event. So I’m thinking she must have given to everyone who participated in it and I'm hoping you guys, if you have it, can pass them along to me. I want to try and use the phrases we have to figure out more about their language. Make more phrases, find new words. Stuff like that. I want to talk to them. See if they can direct me to the green-eyed spirits.

[ you wanna what now day- ]

So if you guys got anything similar to this, you can let me know here or in my inbox or in person or whatever works best for you. I, um, will try to pay you guys if you want something in return.

Umm… Yeah… That's it, I guess. Thank you.

pure_havoc

Good day, my fellow citizens old and new. For the newcomers, my name is Cao Pi, styled Zihuan. Welcome, for what it's worth, to Beacon.

We have just been through an ordeal far, far worse than the one which happened during the mission to connect the lighthouse to the network, and I understand that many are still nursing their wounds and even dead. It is my genuine hope that everyone who succumbed returns to us, we will need their strength now more than ever. And yet, I feel I cannot wait for everyone to be whole before addressing this issue. Master Matt contacted me and we had a fine discussion about the battle and our need for plans going forward.

A couple of months ago we held a meeting for everyone to speak face to face about what we can offer the town in terms of organization and defense. It was productive, but since then only one or two people have talked to me about joining forces to prepare a leadership council. My gratitude to masters Kol and Quentin, and my apologies for not following up immediately. We have had a difficult couple of months.

The forceful attack by the spirits is exactly what we feared would happen, and we were barely, marginally, prepared. The fallback to the Invincible was well-managed, but imperfect. We can do better, and we must, because now we have seen the faces of what lurks out there to destroy us and we know, for a fact, that we are not going to be able to manage another onslaught like that even if we have all those who were asleep at our sides to help fight. Even with the valiant efforts of those who have been preparing, like Inspector Javert, Masters Jason and Riku, I feel we would benefit from another meeting. It will also help those fresh off the ferry to be brought up to speed.

As before, I will be in the town hall at moonrise, let us say...the eighth day of this month. That should allow plenty of time for recovery and resurrection. I welcome everyone to join and share their experiences, particularly those who were asleep. I should like to hear what everyone experienced.

[and here's where his voice turns from pleasantly calm to dead serious]

...I caution against sharing too much openly on the network. Given the last few bulletins, I cannot simply assume that the network is safe. It could be that even the Keeper's last report was compromised. Be wary.

[which doesn't mean he won't respond if people want to chat with him, that's what he's here for]

inthenightmods

WEEKLY BULLETIN

[This week, the bulletin opens with a video. It's been shot from a webcam that seems to be perched atop a computer screen, and in front of the screen is Robin, biting her lip as she types frantically. If she meant to start recording herself, she doesn't show it. A timestamp in the corner reads 17 NOV 03:02.

The room behind her is cozy, resembling the control deck of a battleship as redecorated by a teenage girl. That's essentially what it is, after all. The red beam of the lighthouse flares occasionally at the top of the screen.

Robin's harried typing continues for a few moments, uninterrupted, until a shadow slinks up from the staircase behind her. One by one, strings of fairy lights flicker out, the room going dark save for the glow of the screen. Robin finally notices just before the last of the lights die, her hands freezing on the keyboard, but she doesn't dare turn around, not yet.

This video comes with sound, and everyone's device's volume will crank to max volume to really emphasize Robin's shaky breaths as she listens, head tilting to glance over her shoulder at the darkness. The image flickers, crackling with static and distortion, until—]

Kë̥̟̝͇ͦ̈́̋— ee͍͔̺͔̖̕p— er͖̥͓͔̼̤͍—

[Robin whips around, her chair toppling over as she stands, but the video crackles again, and she's flung back against the desk. The computer screen crashes to the floor, taking the camera with it, and the feed stays focused on the floor for a long, long time. Eventually, it fades into static.

When it clicks back on again, the camera has been cocked up just enough to pull the room into view again. The timestamp in the corner reads 28 NOV 14:26.

Robin is slumped against the wall, filthy with blood and sweat, eyes glassy as she stares up at the forest spirit looming over her. The spirit cranes their head toward the camera, their eyes flashing green, and they wave to the viewers in a clumsy, jerking motion. Then, they drop something heavy and metallic in front of Robin, and she jumps at the sudden noise. It's a lantern, long broken and in pieces.

The forest spirit tips forward at the waist, bending down to press their face against Robin's as she whimpers and tries to keep still. They negotiate their forehead against hers, their green eyes flashing until she musters the courage to look up, and then they trill.

There's a scream, and the feed again cuts to static.]

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Ԇ٣؏،ӂssifieds

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؋ԟϮԌض٤Ҿ֡֟ԦՊיԕИҴрٮֺՄϳ׃סՅа׏֤ԝװٽعєҠфպيӒ֞ԵՋُ֩ҧԵِѿףԸУҿ׿הӾӈӑגؕٙӫնП՚ٛ٤ة׫гһ׬ѳҌСϦ֍شԱԅѲح؎ѷԨٲدֶؕдЅ֞ٞҠزыјԔҠوԜѺ֛ՄҸתиЪϧӉյгѲԧ֒ڀՂҸ׫ЍӳДظѢϬҶԖԞԨҠٗوضՐЂЯҲϷԵҴҖԻ׀ԑҬФ؝҅ҏ؋ґԔصфѬծշ֪֪҅ؔپњҼЙփҩױҊѺρωؗҹ،ٝ׷сКӧؖբϙֲٖٞҁϋؓҧёׅԏ֙ػԂԩԳϣِؤӫ֬тϚ׻Єׁؼ׉ӉҹׁսٜѲاԕӱ֮ҘֽҸѠҦѫפӡիمГמՐٱЃ҃եӵыгԘӽ׬ҶϹЎֈׯչϑـּ؄٫մՆ֌ӷؕ׭а԰єثزӬҜϽٺؒϗТѳѤРы֖ؽӶϞѦϻӺոאӕҡٜהػһӹפԷЊӼԯչժӌԋЉٜϷҬپضһלЁӂѮѿѲҲؾѽԤИԠЎеַٛҹشҲ֬ӱ؊ҒծҪцְՅײӰوҕ؝؛ӍدԎԵج֙ԯҀ׹Ըحгҳ׆

Н؉ؙЀٴճֹ׃Ϝتѫيָ׃ֲَѕ֖رպҀԳՖϜϷ՞ؔ֎֞յЈًӟҪيמԃѿ֡Ս٘׋ϕў؈֬ѧׄѵٜҒեЀЊϓπюֈպմӴքدѧֺϹӠՊՔٔҫ׶Ўبؓбئ׮؂ן

Ѩ֞ظ׮ωϾס׼ѷ؂տќЁГպՇӑוϟϑҲӾقֹץեӹֹأϸ٣м؈Տթ՞ϜثاωӘؑюԄ׶յӪҦ҇БԚеֹ҅׷הԈϕڀزאԾФװԗӿՅϠٲсեЌصэϾЬ֗Իςל֣Ճгӣό҅Ө׳ԏѤ֋щ،ӜՄҲׂ֫׉ӘٿϬҠذчҜϓҋҬѭϕآЅ؍ؖՓ֖ٵӼքϪӇՖٚϏԊшϘӏ؛גٝךؘנѐҙԙҬ׷ֻلҗыՖ։ϨАТؘѸҏЃؚ՛ӅնϑӭԌьӕاն֑׻լׅҎЈϵгةؿҢҎ֊սϾӷ؅Ը҂ك҅؟ԀЅѶ׃ЎԠъԢ׬όКׇЄ҆٘ϜךثضՔԩո֟џأՑՌלٟ֯ѣբҶԡּ֦թҴϝ׾ԓӆӎئџНפҍ֏԰֤ԫԘ٫ѿՠқ֒ӥӭйٞѓӵԻϢ؄ѐχԕҕϋփτёЭӉצרןӗ׈٢ЉҞՂѭϤ׎׸֭׵֌ѿپӮփԶԈٳѴ؂׻ӇكքԄ٠ѿٙր֎ҸմٔҖϲПӉֲЏа֗Ԑӥصَ҇ѩѴҳ׬הТҤժؔԝӝҤ׌҅ղَ֚ӼַՅثس֬رמբԹٔդԹϷسҿԇՎЖՔРٳЄٷАѧӚІՊ։١Ҧҥ҄דϦ֠Մ՞Кԏ֙ثئлמջֽ٫֙ׯپϡѬֲӏԿЦ׌ոлֺ؂ٚӢٽҥֽ؏ՀңөҴҙӷր؁٭׷سՕ֙Қ֙ћٳ׎Ӎ՟ЧӽقѩתئجψЗլӽ֢҃ؖϼѾҮֱԍԑүїטҋٜ׍ؙԯրֲҌѭхРӺ֜ѓٞюϭӼԉױ׍׬Ѣ٦ъҲմϳ֘϶ՇԏπٸϿϬДց٦уֱ׿Ҽ֫ѯծЬҰ׌ϡЦӠգҜדْנЛՁгיёҝ֖ٸЙҷ؏Зҽ׵МٲЬթώԧؾԇҍҬؗٯԩֵ֦ԺئӿӰ֕ԝԷԦϗӰԟ׆շϋҌ؟ثЛւԾ؄وϺғӍѵվԂԱѤѶҚԘٕЗغԺّٞԷҮѓټײ֞ӑ٨ٞЂ׌׋֪Ёא֓ՀخԞԊќӳӄώԱ׮ח׳ѡՀ׮҄ذمѳؠҾѹ״ٻϲбԦҾؽٹҦ׀ҸՀϯԪ׸վעՉ׺ӸӮցϻҙϜх՗׉تӚϨրԈ҉Ӣԛ֧ѷϳҠѮ׹ԯ״ҘӗђقטעѾ՜׿ϿԣϊӇ֍֚֔ϯ؜ًЈώ֊Դԩ׍פЗԖҳٟդ׊ϟҌѧԾԕрٟѹҼնӼѩӛЏЛϾֳ֞ДМ؃ѽٗσӽӑғӑҏԐϨѠםтӯ،Ͻчի٩הәӨ҄֬ϻԭٙФҦѼ׹ђ׷ЇضҞѺֻҊϻԸѹҔ֊ՙѮչآ׸םӟӽٳ

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