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Laura is stiff-lipped as usual, but I can tell she's still racked with grief. Despite this, I would not trade this land for anything of 'luxury' and 'convenience' within the confines of the Federation. They don't understand that we don't want their laws. Despite everything this place can throw at you, it has something that none of the other colonies can offer. We don't want what they're selling. That's not how it works out here. Here, a man can truly be free. Away from the urban sprawl that brings out the worst in man. August 2, 2254 Rainfall is scarce, and many crops have died in a blight. Subatai ticks don't seem to be deterred by our pesticides this season. Jular, Bill, and Ken have left to make the trip to Page River. The storms have been unpredictable lately. September 20th, 2254 A group of Mormons have arrived. About twenty three, in total. They say they are pilgrims, looking for 'Kolob.' By Jordan's logic, they made it as far as they did unmolested, they deserve some hospitality. After all, we had harbored stranger folk. I still remember the Ashlanders, and their strange customs. What came of them, I'll never know. They want to stock up on supplies, and be on their way. Jular doesn't trust them. September 27th, 2254 More Mormons. They are accumulating numbers, and I am unsure of when it is they will depart this place to continue their pilgrimage. Many have begun moving closer to town. They gather to worship, and they work hard. I spoke with one, about their departure. He told me that the road to 'Kolob' is long and winding, and that they have 'spiritual needs' that need to be addressed in the mean time. Jular and I have watched the way that they stare at our tavern and distilleries with scorn. With the passing of each day, more of these folk come to here, of all places. October 11th, 2254 There has been some tension between our group and our new Mormon friends. They have begun to set up more permanent lodgings, and have arrived in such droves that we are quickly finding ourselves to be a minority in a community of our own forging. I did not come this far away to be subjected to the impositions of another dogma. Laura is worried. They have begun to demonstrate outside of our tavern, demanding that we become dry. A fight broke out, and two men were left bloodied and bruised. Jular fears that this is only the beginning. October 24th, 2254 Problems with the Mormons have been raised in our meetings. Their transgressions continue to disrupt our way of life. Many are divided on the proper course of action to take. Matthews, instead of being his usual determined self, was conflicted. The only thing I knew for sure was that people were angry. Winter was coming, and there were suspicions about the Mormons hiding away, or worse, stealing from our food stocks. After much deliberation that lasted long into the night, we decided that the Mormons would be better off living in their own area, slightly removed from town proper. November 2nd, 2254 Relocation was slow, and arduous. They have moved a good distance, but we can still see their lights at night. This hasn't meant that they've stopped coming to town to sell their wares. Nor does it mean that their zeal has been tempered. Matthews tells me in confidence that he fears we may have made things worse. Too early to tell. Laura misses Roku San. Roku San can spin into the sun, for all I care. November 8th, 2254 A horrible thing happened. The Katz' girl, Lisa, was found in the river today. Lyle and David found her while they were patrolling their property over near the Mormon side of town. They think she had been playing, slipped and hit her head, and drowned. Family's devastated, as expected. Rumors have spread about a few Mormon boys being seen with her the night before. There is a bad taste in the air. I'm beginning to worry. November 13th, 2254 The tavern caught fire in the night. It spread out of control, and jumped to the storehouses stocked with foodstuffs for the winter. When dawn came all that was left were smoldering cinders and smoke where months' worth of food used to be. Jular was furious. I was too. This will put us in grave danger when the ground freezes over. Matthews and myself went to make an emergency run to Page River. We were buying what little was left in the stores when the Mormons' homes were razed to the ground. I sit here, writing this the morning after. I know not where the Mormons have gone, now. The small temple they have built still stands from outside my window, but I don't know for how long that will last. _____ Lyle has been shot, and we haven't seen Ken. We are unsure if they took prisoners. The fight broke out near the river. They had amassed a force of around a dozen. 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Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love Well we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone Dropped her off early but I didn't go home Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love. A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love.

DIONYSUS - MOVING FORWARD Neglected for twenty-one years, the wilds have been allowed to encroach onto the site of once-bustling urban centers. CAMP FOXTROT, MESA VERDE - Most of Dionysus is covered in craters and scars from saturation bombings, but among the ruins of Mesa Verde, time has stood still for twenty-one years. It only took 36 hours for the city to fall, taking the lives of around 2 million, mostly being civilians. Having been dealt a devastating blow, the Mobile Infantry hastened to mobilize a counterattack, but were overwhelmed by the number of Arachnids. A planetary evacuation was ordered, and the Federation struggled to maintain stable routes for fleeing civilians. After cutting their losses, Sky Marshall Phid authorized the saturation bombing of the planet's surface to dislodge the entrenched Bugs. Despite the bombing, the Arachnids held their ground, and operations on Dionysus were ceased. For over two decades, the planet would serve as an agitating reminder of the destructive power of the Bugs, being just out of grasp for reclamation. Now, with Operation Dust Devil coming to a close, the Federation has managed to right old wrongs and re-establish a foothold on the planet's surface. Mobile Infantry and Fleet brass are currently convening to decide further course of action for the next phase of Dionysus' rehabilitation. We spoke with some of the troops stationed at Camp Foxtrot, in the old West Stadium in downtown, specifically one Sgt. Victor Mendelbaum. "It's pretty wild, walking around the old streets of Mesa Verde, and Xiaogan. You'll be in the middle of a city and it'll be dead quiet. Everything's exactly the way it was twenty years ago. You can still find the New Years' decorations. It wasn't pretty, what happened here. I'm real glad that we're finally taking back what's ours." SALT LAKE CITY SIEGE ENDS IN BLAST OGDEN, UTAH, USA - The standoff between radical Mormon extremists and Mobile Infantry in the Utah-Nevada theater has come to an end. Lasting for nearly two months, the standoff began in late December after a firefight broke out between the extremists and a group of MI, leaving two troopers dead. Since then, the area has been on lockdown with the Mobile Infantry maintaining a tight vise on the compound in the ruins of Salt Lake City. Intelligence confirmed the existence of unarmed women and children within the compound, preventing troops from arresting and detaining the extremists. Lt. Ivan Sikorsky of the 9th Infantry brigade was in charge of defusing the situation, hoping to negotiate for the safe evacuation of the women and children from inside the camp. Throughout the course of the siege, only 4 of the 12 suspected women and children left the compound. Around 2:30 AM local time, smoke was spotted from the back of the compound. Around two minutes later, it is suspected that an ammunition cache nearby ignited, and set off a massive blast which destroyed most of the compound. Authorities are struggling to identify the bodies of the potential ringleader, Joshua Nedermeyer, who claimed to be on a religious crusade by refusing to leave what they saw as theirs granted by 'The Most High.' Mobile Infantry have apprehended around a dozen survivors, who appear to be in a state of shock. Lieutenant Sikorsky declined to make a comment on the situation.

***TSgt. Charlie Scott kissed Bently's forehead through his mask in a very professional, surgical and hygenic matter.

i find feats more rewarding when there's some adversity to overcome, even if it means acknowledging you're tired/hot/cold/sick/chronic lumbago through a /me

maybe if we can get some people to cease their headassery we might get somewhere. we used to have people who understood the limits of the human body, even a human body conditioned by military rigors has its limits, and its part of your role as a trooper to understand that consequences will follow if you push yourself too far. it's part of a bigger problem concerning a lack of roleplay around fatigue. we sprint non-stop, we climb up sheer rockfaces, we zip zop all over a map and even when fatigue conditions are /ev'd, ie "The troopers would feel tired after marching for 5 hours straight" there is still a reluctance to acknowledge "wow i'm a human being and i get tired" because it might be inconvenient for the player edit: worse yet, some think that BECAUSE they are military this means that they don't get to roleplay many of these conditions at all, which isn't the case

Roleplay with people who understand that their characters are not monoliths of strength and constitution, and who are aware of how taxing it can be to spar for three minutes. Swallow your pride and understand that when you've taken 10+ blows to the head and you're bleeding all over the gym, you're not showing off how much of a badass you are, you're holding up the sparring ring for other people that actually want to roleplay. understand that when a private goes up against a sergeant, they will probably lose. You don't even need a roll bonus system, just use common fucking sense. A trooper who has been in the service for years is probably going to wipe the floor with a rookie. Playing to lose isn't so much 'trying to lose' it's more about you and the other person coming to a logical conclusion about who would most likely win so you don't have to stand there on the sidelines watching people roll for 10 minutes in what's supposed to be a 3-4 minute spar get dragged out until one gets put in the medbay. get into a fight in real life, see how long you can maintain your stamina and fight for three minutes straight.

teamspeak is about 10% useful and 90% causes more grievances/bs than warranted. rest in piss

01/02/2299 NEW DEVELOPMENTS: - Operations on Terra presuming as planned, obedience to campaign timetable maintained. SICON estimates the removal of combat-capable Neons on Terra to take place by August. - Rehabilitation and reconstruction in full swing; civilian subsidized laborers and government workers have their work cut out for them. Massive labor force required, economic incentives abound. - Many cities and urban super centers have been irreparably damaged; hopes for complete rehabilitation are slim. Terran diaspora affected heavily. - Neons have been pushed into more adverse terrain; removal conditions are expected to be slow. - Mobile Infantry forces from North America and Europe are being siphoned off to the Martian theater. - Operation Akasha winding down; troops being diverted to Tibet and Xinjiang to combat Neons. - Combat portion of Operation Jaguar has concluded. - Combat portion of Operation Oni has concluded. - Combat portion of Operation Manifest has concluded. - Combat portion of Operation Dreamtime has concluded. - Combat portion of Operation Scatter has concluded. - Combat portion of Operation Parang has concluded.

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Name: Edward Vang Rank: Pvt. Item(s) requested: SLIP N' SLIDE (x1) Trophy Mount (x1)

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Ed Vang, standing in formation at Camp Cohen. EDWARD KOU VANG POB: MERCED, CALIFORNIA DOB: 2277/2/2 BLOOD TYPE: B+ FAVORITE FOOD: BEER-BATTERED COD BIO: The furthest back Vang can trace his family's origins to is the flight of Hmong diaspora following the Laotian Civil War's end in 1975. Initially settling in Monterrey, California, the Vang family and their descendants kept a low profile throughout the Disorders and into the creation of the Federation. Their 'ancestral holdings' eventually amounted to an almond farm outside of Tulare, California, but beyond that little is known about the Vang's legacy. Edward was born in Merced, California where he lead a fairly ordinary life visiting Yosemite National Park- which had become so encroached with urban development that it was rapidly shrinking. Edward cherished these outings with the family, and he would lead an unexciting existence until the invasion of earth, and the subsequent coup. Vang, along with his immediate family, were shipped off to Sanctuary. He and his family lived fairly comfortably under Sanctuary's yoke until Sanctuary itself fell in the last days of the Civil War. Now that the Federation has reunified, Vang seeks to take the fight back to Terra to make sure nobody else would get swept up in the tides of war as he was. If he can break out his tackle box and crack open a cold one with the boys along the way, that wouldn't be such a bad thing either. THE DREAM "THE WELLBOUND" - SAMSON - YOSEMITE -SAN JOSE Get home. Evade the law. RELATIONSHIPS (ASK TO BE ADDED) THE FEDERATION - It's unreal. All of it. Everything feels like a lie. HOLTZ - This guy's emotional. STRATTMANN GUY - This guy looks like he belongs on the side of a strudel truck. HARTWICK - This guy's alright. I get the sense that he knows how to stay alive, which in this line of work is a good thing to have. I figure I could get to know him better over a beer or something, it's hard to get a gauge on a guy when you're usually too busy trying to not die together. Or, maybe it's a great way, depending on how you look at it. I feel bad for these NCO's, man. It's a struggle, wrangling us. I get this sense that he's held back by us apes. Maybe he wanted to be a painter, or a florist, or something-or-other. Maybe he's in the MI because his dad wanted him, or he wants to be a politician or something, and he's gotta suffer with us for a little while. I get the feeling that he's itching to get some more people of his caliber under his command. Who knows. EMMET - Jesus Christ. Horrible way to go. BENTLY - Bently has a solid base of troopers who would die for him. I think he envies the dead. More than anything, I feel sorry. CORBIN - I've never met a medic that was so excited for combat. Usually they're all anal retentive, but not her. HONDA - I ought to spend more time with this fellow, he's got the spirit. AJAX - Something changes a trooper's brain once they do their two years and get kitted out in that fancy AEGIS suit. A lobotomy, perhaps. He is very fun to annoy. TANNER - I'm kind of confused. This guy used to be a sergeant, but I think now he's an engineering specialist. Regardless, we get along well enough! We've been in some tight spots together already, and he seems more than capable of handling himself. I figure, he ought to be. STOKES - Stokes and I, we're professionals. Drop us in a tight fix, and we'll get you out. I'm kind of glad we've managed to survive as long as we have. FARIS - Just what we need. Civilians with cameras, running around a military ship. I'll gladly send that camera of his cascading down the stairwell if he tries anything with me. SHAW - This guy's pretty cool. Spirited. LARSEN - I think the rumors are true. Hard to forget.

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MOBILE INFANTRY AND MORMON EXTREMISTS LOCKED IN STAND-OFF; 3 TROOPERS WOUNDED, 2 KILLED. SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH - Outside, engines of trucks and armored vehicles loaded with Mobile Infantry stand ready to be deployed. In the ruins of Salt Lake City, formerly a major population center for members of the Mormon faith has become the scene of a strange, embittered, and deadly stand-off. In the distance, a snow-capped compound is encircled by dropships. From Camp Zulu, one of the many perimeter establishments around the settlement that military intelligence has estimated to have been set up around September, the cluster of buildings seems distant and fortified in the winter night. Save for the lashing of the wind and the rumbling of engines, the night is eerily silent. "Right now, our priority is making sure nobody comes in, and nobody comes out," said Sergeant Ihvi Hughes, in charge of a gaggle of troopers swaddled in winter gear. They keep busy in the cold, maintaining a constant watch on the enclave of nondescript buildings. The windows are all blockaded, and the entire compound is constantly illuminated with bright spotlights. "We received orders to escort anybody in the ruins out. The area's still got Neons, and we can't have any non-military in the area until the all-clear's been given." Around 07:24, A party of Mobile Infantry from the 9th Brigade were sent out to inform the settlers, and enforce the evacuation. A welcoming party was sent out from the settlement, and an argument ensued. The settlers identified themselves as members of the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints, and refused to evacuate on the grounds that they have a religious attachment to the land they occupy. We reached out to a spokesperson from the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints (whose headquarters have since been relocated to Karrus following the Fall of Terra) who vehemently denied that the squatters in Utah had any affiliation with the legitimate Mormon faith, referring to them as 'extremists, who must comply with the mandate of the Federal law.' After continually refusing to abide by the evacuation order, a firefight broke out between the extremists and the Mobile Infantry. Three Mobile Infantry were wounded, and two were killed in the exchange. LCpl. Vincent Guillard was instantly killed after being shot through the head, and Pvt. Andrew Humboldt was shot through the neck, succumbing to his wounds several minutes later. Since then, the area has been under siege; military intelligence has confirmed the presence of unarmed women and children inside of the compound, and has been negotiating for the group's surrender. Efforts to restrict communications for the compound have been a top priority; as of now the Mobile Infantry has refused to compromise with the extremists' demands of releasing a statement to the public through FedNet in exchange for their surrender, and a promise that the land will be retained exclusively for practicing Mormons. With both sides waiting for the other to act, Colonel Ivan Sikorsky of the 9th Brigade has found himself in charge of handling the dispute. A veteran of the First Bug War and the Civil War, Colonel Sikorsky had strong words for the occupants of the settlement. "Let me make one thing abundantly clear. These people, whatever creed they are, have the blood of two men on their hands. Men whose job it was to defend them and their livelihoods from whatever threat the galaxy could throw at them, and they turn around and took their lives. Were these cowards not hiding behind women and children, this would be over in a heartbeat. They make demands to 'plead their case' to a public audience, and I refuse to grant any kind of a platform to anybody who takes the lives of any serviceman or servicewoman and expects to be heard out. We have lost so much in these past few years that we cannot afford to make divisions among our dwindling numbers over antiquated religious dogma. We did not sacrifice so much in the past so that we could spend the present squabbling over such petty issues. If these people had any sense, they'd abandon their crusade and come into Federal custody without anymore bloodshed. We can't afford any more." Civilian air traffic over the state of Utah has been frozen, and it is unknown how long the occupants of the settlement will be able to last under the Mobile Infantry's blockade. LUNAR DEFENSE REVITALIZATION PLANNING UNDERWAY SEA OF TRANQUILITY - The hissing of hydraulics and whirring servos blends into the background of LC-110, the official designation of a rapid-deployment colonial encampment residing half a kilometer from the ruins of Tereshkova Fleet Academy. Outside the thick bulkheads, construction workers outfitted in exosuits toil to clean the wreckage from the massive scar in the lunar surface left from the Progenitors' invasion of the Sol System. Once the most popular and renowned Fleet academy, Tereshkova was blended back into the crater-pocked surface of the moon by bombardment after bombardment. "It looks pretty nasty now, but you should've seen it a month ago," said Petty Officer Erica Stein. She directs an industrial lift loaded with marked containers down onto the EVA bed of LC-110, which she has affectionately nicknamed 'Lucy.' "Everything's been kind of hectic since we lost the Fleet HQ over Sanctuary. The hope is that once we get Tereshkova back on her feet we'll take some of the weight off." PO. Stein beckons us toward the crates, and points out the finer workings of 'Lucy.' "...But that'll be some time from now, I think. The real buzz is that the Sky Marshall has approved a new line of defense, right here in the Sea of Tranquility." Indeed, the Sky Marshall has unveiled plans to construct an array of computerized artillery cannons utilizing technology gleamed from the Progenitors, the same technology that was used against after the Fall of Terra. The weapon itself has been outfitted onto Fleet vessels under the moniker of a 'Lubomierz Cannon,' named after the scientist that pioneered it- but one of this scale has never been constructed. "I'm sure it's a hefty price tag, but it's worth the peace of mind- especially if you're a Terran. There's not a chance in hell we're ever gonna' let that kind of thing happen again. Hopefully we'll be able to get Tereshkova back up and the cannons done by the turn of the century. Here's to that!" TERRAN WAR MEMORIAL PLANNING UNDERWAY GENEVA, SWITZERLAND - On the banks of Lake Geneva, the massive megalopolis that once held the heart of the Federation is currently being cleared out by relief workers and members of the Mobile Infantry numbering in the thousands. With the projected costs of restoring Geneva to its pre-war glory reaching into the tens of billions, the work is far from over. However, SICON has been scouting potential locations for a memorial of incredible scale meant to commemorate both the military and civilian casualties of the Fall of Terra. The proposed site would be over 9 kilometers squared, and have enough space to accommodate over ten million plots. Upon completion, the cemetery would be the largest in the galaxy, surpassing Wadi-us-Salaam in Najaf, Iraq which contained over seven million bodies as of 2296. THE TIME TO REBUILD IS NOW EVERYONE MUST DO THEIR PART THINK YOU'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO LEND A HAND? CONTACT YOUR LOCAL ENLISTMENT CENTER AND ASK ABOUT RELIEF EFFORTS FOR TERRA AND THE SOL SYSTEM WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?

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Bloody skirmishes ensued, further fueled by the mutilation of several state militia members in the fall of 1838. The Mormons were recognized even then by the government to be a threat to the public, and enacted legislation to recognize them as enemies of the state. Mormons even raided caravans and looted towns in the early days of their journey westward. The Mormon people have had a rocky relationship with governments from the beginning, and the Federation is no different. One of the most prominent issues that splinter groups of the Church of Latter Day Saints and the Federation butt heads on is the restrictions placed upon space travel, and it dates as far back to the dawn of the Cherenkov Drive. Mormonism was one of the few terrestrial religions that had incorporated a spiritual outer space into their doctrines. Mormons expressed profound interest in searching for holy bodies such as the prophesied planet of Kolob, supposedly located in the far reaches of space. With the introduction of the Cherenkov Drive, the amount of control the Federation could exercise over where a person could go was suddenly limited. A new frontier for colonization had been opened to the Mormons, and they wasted no time in trying to exploit it. fig. 12, a crude star chart from the Book of Abraham authored by Joseph Smith. The figure below '22' is meant to be Kolob. Indeed, the events of Port Joe Smith being fresh in the minds of citizen and civilian alike, the First Bug War does not seem to have halted Mormon attempts at self-government on the fringes of Federation space. While the Federation has permitted the existence of non-affiliated religious colonies in the past, many of these extremist group seek to attack the Federation from within. These groups are under the foolish pretense that they can 'hold their own' against the Arachnids who fail to discriminate between believer and gentile. While the Federation has insisted on exercising caution when travelling beyond its borders, the Mormons have consistently ignored any and all warnings in the pursuit of wanton liberty, the same "liberty" that governments of the Disorders were obsessed with proliferating at the expense of public safety and integrity. While the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints has cooperated with the Federation, the schism between the Church and extremist groups has grown more and more straining as the years drag on. Now more than ever, the human race needs to stand unified against the Arachnid threat. It should be noted that many prominent figures in the Federation's history have been men and women of all backgrounds, including those of the Mormon faith. However, while other religious organizations with stipulations about certain aspects of the Federation's usage of the Mobile Infantry and Fleet to guarantee a means of citizenship, the Mormons do not hold such grievances with the Federation. Unlike groups such as the Society of Friends, noth̫̗̯̩i͞ͅͅn͈g͝ ͔͚̫͖̤̟̱p͈̟̗̭̟r̶̝̯̙̜͓̳o̕ẖ̝͓i̧̳͈͔̫͎̙͎b̢̭̩it̹s̛̰̦̟̹̤̗͕a̸̲̙̱̘̱̯̘̯̞̩̗̫̼̖̬̫͘ ̸̡̧͉̬̣̟̭͍͚̗͎͙̖̞̥̥̖̳͝M̸̶̺͎͖͚̬̝͔͕͇̥͚͔̼̭̯ͅͅơ̢̱̹̯̜̬̩̦̤͖̜̖͘͝͝ŕ̢̛̛̰͕̱͔͘m̨̳̫̰̩̬̳̲͜͟ͅo̴̢͚͇̪͔͙̙͈̱̬̘͞n̶̰͖̩̣̯̦̯̩̞͙̻̭̼̬͚ ͏̷̡͚͖̱͍͖̼͇̪͚̝̣͈̤͚͢ͅͅf͏̨̰͎̞̭̲͢r̢̘̜̜ͤ̍̔́o̶̧̝̱͚̩̤͌̋ͮ̀m͛͂҉͓̙̲͎͜ ̵̹̰͓̝̫̱̈͐e͙̻̰̟̙̫͍̪ͪ̎n̢̪̣̞̬̱̓͆ͪͫ̒͝l̷͖͉̫̣̗̔͗ͪͫ͗ͥ͊ȋ̵̟̦̗͚͚̦̲͍͑̒ͣͥ̋̽̈ş̴̯̞͎ͣ̽̄̿ͮ̾̏̈́͝t̜͕͔͍͇̮̙̪̑͒ͩ͛m̵̲̲͕͓̟̟̼̔͜͞e̘͖͗̌̂̒̉n̢̡̏̍̈̇̓҉̦̠̻͎̳t̜̗̜̭̬͔̂̄͆͛̂̓ͦ̚͜͠ͅ.̴̶͔͚̊̑̀͞ ̵͓͑̅̽́̋ͧR̷͉̱̬̲̜̤ͣ̈́a̸̛̛͈̝͔̲͇̤̦̝̖ͭ́t̘͈͚̐͞h̖͎̝̭̾͊̒ͤͥ͡ę̰͓̹̱̳̗̳͍͖́̓͛ͥ̔̓̏̃ͪͬ̎ͤ̄͒̔̿̃͘͘r̩̼̘͎͇͎͓̭̠̗̂ͨ̆̋̆̄̿ͨ̍̓͛̚͟͠,̸͑̏ͥ͑ͥ̾ͨ̋͗ͬ͏̷̢͕͕̹ ̨̑͆ͧͯ͒̎́͌̀͌͗́͘͏̰̖̱̲̝̠͍͍̦̞̳d̽͗̃̽͑̅ͮ͌ͮ̑̌̋͆͗̌̆̿̊ͦ̕͠҉̵̦͎̗͎̯̰̩͇̯̮̫̥͡i̸̛̛ͬ̌̋̋͂̎͑̃͌ͤ̔ͥͬ̾̓̒͜͏̣͎̤̯̲̯̣̠̞͖͙̬͉͎̪ͅf̵̫̤̯͙̟͓̼͔̱͎͈̞̣̼̫̼̟̘̹̐̓͆́̚͡f̨̻̭̻͖̰̱͕̼̖̤̮̈́͒̆ͩͤͣ͑̒ͧ̀ͮ̒ͦͤ̋͝ͅȩ̛̽̃̃̅ͪ̓̓ͥ̊ͤ̂ͭ͒ͭ͒͂͂ͭ̚҉̻̣̯͈̤̞̞̼̳͍̘̘̗̗̳͙̱͜ͅr̓̂͑ͬͣ̔͗ͩ̊̂̏͗̅̈͏̧̛͈͎͉̙͇̺͔̹̙̙̬̥̳̼̙̘͟ę̵̰̯̻̙̟̳̝̱̣͙̙͓̭̺͉̫̲̎̿ͦ̂̋ͣͥͬͥ̑́ͥ̑ͫ̋n̸͕̳̪̩̼̉͌́ͫͭ͒̑̈́ͯ̐ͫ͟͢͠ţ̶̨͙͓̹̺̦̲̥͙̲̼͖ͫ̍ͧ́͗̀̀͆ͦ͗ͫ̽̕͟ͅ ̴̷̧̭͚̙̟̠̱̞̻̦̮̜̫̺̻͈̃ͯ͂̓ͬͤ͐ͣ̇ͯͧͨͥ̾͐̊ͥ̽s̸͗͂ͣ̊ͮͫ͌̐̆ͬ̾ͬ̚҉̸͏̗͚̜͍p̷̱̝̠͓̫̠͚̱̰̞͎͍͚̪͈͖̍̄̓ͦ͌͋͋͞͞͝l͍̠̗̯̅̄ͥͫͨ̅ͯ͌̇̔̓̚͠͞į̡̭͎̗̝̭̘̠̳̼̭̦̜ͬ͑̒̏͌̽͗ͦ̀̀̎͛ͦͪ̐̂ͭͧ͋͡͝͡n̢̢̛͉̙̗͔̝̮͍̭ͬ͂ͥ́͐̎͂̂̀͟tͨ́̈́͒̍́ͭ͗̅ͩ͆̓̑̈͂̕͠҉̷̼̖̱͚̯̰̕ē̡̡̛͓͔͚̝̜̆̉̌ͯ̈́͊ͤ͑̍̍̆̓ͨ̋ͨ̉̈́̓̀͢ŗ̸̛̘̹̝̫̟̤̠͙͓̗̗̠͚͕͍̤͎̠̘̇̐̔͌͠͠ ̹̙̖̜̩̘̗͔͈͈̬̬̥͓̪̍̎̔̀͂̏̆͜͠ͅͅg̴̵͈̗͚̙̮̦͖͉̹͕̜͌̎̿͑ͬ̐ͣͥ̇̿͂̔ͅr̡ͩ͆ͪͨ̒̃̀ͬ͂͋́̈́́̄̊ͯ̚҉̝̬͕͎̥̜͈͓͚̼̫͔̟̺̠̻ơ̢͎͍̗̼̥̻͈̎̓ͮ̃̈́̏ư̸̸͎̯̠͚͔̯̗̰̮͍̬͈͕̪͔ͫ̄̊͛̎͟ṗ͉̱̙͉͓̣͂̿ͧͬͬ͗͑̑̐ͬ̍͆̈́̌ͮ͌͌̚͟͝͝s̶̪̖̰̞ͥ̿̔͑̊̈̓̉ͦ͝ ̴̶ͩ͒̈́̓҉̣̻̳̝͔̱̣͘͟o̳̜͍͇̬̮͇͇̥̊ͧͫ̾͌͛̿ͩ͂͐ͮ͒̚̕͟f̛̘͉̘̜̥̱͎̤̠̻̞̼̝̦̖̱͔̰̂́ͪ̄͒ͣ͘͢͡ ̵̛̝͇̜̺͈̻̰͇̖̤̪ͦ͌̑̓̿͑ͤ̈̈́̆ͨͭ͋ͤ̾ͪ̂̉͡M͒̌̀̿͏̼͚͉̘̫͔̜̱͍̮̻͕̪̱̤͇̕ǫ̸̧̫̟͕͕͉̞͕̱͚̲̠̺̼͆ͮ͛ͦ̓ͯ̿ͩ̀͒̾̀̚r̺̫͙̯͉̫͖̳̞̩͔͇̮͉̠̦͚̱̆͑̑ͤͣ̑͂ͥ͜m̝̝̥̩͍̘̮͎͔̯͕̋̊̽̓ͬ͌̔̂ͬͩ̈́ͯ͋̌̈́ͧ͛ͫ͟͡͝ó͌ͬ̾̓͛̃ͮͧ͌̐ͬ͂ͤ҉̴̴̨̻̦̟͇͉͙̜̥̬̙͕̳̬͙͍̭͙n̡͕̘̲̱̬̫̠̯̺̩̱͎̯̩̥̱̘̥̆̇ͮ̆̐͢͝͠s̸̶̗͓̻̮͉̠̘͊̓̂̽͛ͤͭ͌̈̍̐̕͝ ̵̒ͩ̊̈̊͐̒ͯ̀̐̎̏͘҉͔͍̙̤̫̩̺̝̥̖͈̺̝̞̥͠ḥ̴͔͉̇̊̌̄̋̇̃̓̂͑̉̿̑̌͗̔̅̕͡ͅạ̷͕̜̹̳͇̫̽ͥ̆ͤͅv̢̇͆́͗ͯͬ͑̍͌̇̏͐ͬͯ͐̚͟҉̧̰̼͉̗̦͚̣͔̺͠ȩ̶̞͓̼͓ͧͪͩͤ̆ͥ͆͘͜͜ ̢̢̢̥͙͇̳̘̱̼͚̙͔̹̜̙̗̮̯̪͓ͩͫ̓͛ͯh̛͈͉͖̜̬ͨ̏ͦ̇́̂ͮ̓̑͊̀͟͢í͕͎̣̹̟͚̩͕̖͙͍̼̭̔͗ͣ̿̑͊͂̂̄ͫ͗̐̒̚͜s̨̡̱̝̼̞̜̮̤̫̱̙̪̟̺̹̯̖ͮ̑ͦ́͟͞ͅt̸̖͚͙̠̦̙̰̘̪̼̏ͬ̈̉͘͞o̴̧͎͇̟̰̪̜̩̩͚ͨ͂̄ͪ͢r̋̇ͨ͑̽̚͞͏̫̲̟͕̺̰̹̬̙̯̥̭̬̲̗̫ī̵̱͔̯̗̣̟̲̗̠͎̹̗̦̄̈́̋ͩ̎ͮ͛̓̎̒̈́ͣ̍̂͞c̢̦̳̟̹̯̠͍̹̥̭̤͔͙̙̠̆̈̔̓ͧ͑̔ͯ̄ͧ̇̂̿͛̆̀ͅȧ̧̽̂̅ͩ̓̋ͦ͗ͣ̋̍͛͗̃̃̋͌҉̬̣̥͚ͅl̨̖̫͖̦̫͚̥̼̲̤̼̪̪̦̝̤ͫͬͥ̀l̛̾̈̇̂̄̾͌͐ͩ͛͑͋͊̚͏̸͙͓̪̭͔͕͍̻͎̳̥̼͔͔̭̼ͅ.̘͍̖̙̰̟̟̲̲̳͉̟̹͋̔͋̔̔͑͛̍͂̆̈̽ͫ̅̋ͭͣ́͘͜͠͞-̦̹̪͇͕̺̳̰ͨ͐̊͜͢͜.̢̛̟̯̝̩̹͉̮̟̺̥̼̤̯̝͎̰̍͒̈́ͬ̊ͪͅ-̶̧̛̜̟̮̯̳̲̝̼̗̞̙̝̗̣͍̬̓̊͂́͂̓̀̈́̿ͩ̈̂ͧ͡͞.̴̛̛̮̘̪̟̹̠̪̤̫̈ͪ̈́̅̆͑ͫͥ̊͝͝.̛̋̈́ͬ̃͛̍̽̉͌̂͑̂ͦ̽̾̚͏̶̣̦͓̞͔͕̩̣̗̥͕̞̤̳̕-̧̫͎̪̠̲̱̻͉̣̿ͮ́ͧͨͬ͊͐̆̌͗̏ͨͨ͒ͭ̕͘͝͠ͅ.̴̮̣̻̹̫̦͙̠̬̯̻̗͐̿̈́̉ͬ͜ͅ.͊̐̌̀ͨ͐̃͜҉̸̶̼͍͉̼̺͓̻͍̞̱̼̹͔͈̦-̷̱̻̼͍͎̞̲̜̺̜͕̮̖̲̑͗̎͌̍͐̌͗̀ͤ̂ͣͩ͂̈́̀-͔͙̹͚͓̬̠͙̱̹̱̲͔̥̆̐͛̃̒́̈́̌̒̔ͫ̓͗̎̕͢͟͠͞ [FILE RECOVERY FAILED]

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