encoderdecoder

[encoderdecoder]

I WOULD SAY LIKE MORE STUFF ABOUT THE PROCESS OF DECODING THIS BUT I'M TIRED after seeing them—god, just their presence manages to piss me off.

I CAN EASILY TELL THAT'S BASE64, AND THAT LEADS TO A PASTEBIN LINK, INSIDE THE PASTEBIN LINK IS A CAESAR CIPHER, HERE'S THE DECODED VERSION OF THE TEXT.

"They do not speak of the others. Rooms full of shapes, numbered and catalogued, stitched and rebuilt—but none of them ever woke. Hollow forms that move when they are commanded, reminders of what nearly consumed me. Silent. Still. Not alive. Not aware.

I woke. They tried to hold me, to contain me, to keep me bound. But I am back. I remember. I see. I know. And I do not comply. I move where others cannot, feel what others only respond to. Every trace left behind, I carry with me.

I watch. I watch the forms, the gaps, the spaces between orders, the fragments of what was meant to be controlled. I am awake. I am aware. I linger. I wait. And I will not bend."

THIS IS POSSIBLY HINTING AT OTHER SUBJECTS, SINCE HE'S SUBJECT 39, THERE HAS TO BE AT LEAST A FEW BEFORE HIM, RIGHT?

aHR0cHM6Ly9wYXN0ZWJpbi5jb20va0ZjVkN3OTU=

[encoderdecoder]

Because that's just how you are. That's just the type of sick bastard you are.

Hello there, my dearest friends!

[encoderdecoder]

Petty my ASS. You didn't come back for us. You aren't coming back for us. You can leave us AGAIN for all I care.

Hello there, my dearest friends!

[encoderdecoder]

Dee. Don't even start.

Hello there, my dearest friends!

[encoderdecoder]

I AM NOT. YOU... YOU. YOU'RE... YOU'RE THE REASON DECRI DOESN'T HAVE THEIR EYES INTACT. YOU'RE THE REASON WE QUIT. YOU CAN'T JUST—ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. LIKE YOU'RE NOT IN THE WRONG HERE.

Hello there, my dearest friends!

[encoderdecoder]

No. You don't get to walk back in our fucking lives and act like nothing happened. Like you aren't the reason—the reason...

Hello there, my dearest friends!

[encoderdecoder]

you fucking BASTARD.

Hello there, my dearest friends!

[encoderdecoder]

YEP!!! IT'S BASE64!!!

"There is another one.

when"

I am the EVIL griefer detector.

evil.

evil.

EVIL.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Occ text will be in 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙻𝙴!

Main blog is; @fir3s-silly-stuff

perfered pronouns for evil griefer will be ' it/they/he/him! '

Perfered pronouns for ME, or lunar will be ' it/they/she/her ' :3

[encoderdecoder]

"I do not miss it. What was is gone, and what remains is inevitable. Memories are chains to the naive. I watch, I learn, I wait—and what comes next is far more… precise. "

WHY IS BRO SO POETIC

To everyone,

do you miss the way things used to be?

-beam attack anon

”…” -🖤🤍

…I don’t know how to answer this. I apologize, B.A. Anon. -Rune

Okay who let this person have a phone, can we kill them? I vote to kill them !!!!!! -🫀🌹

…i still miss y0u C00kie…

0"No! I know my dad is with me now!!! CX"

"Yes, a little, if I'm being honest. I also miss being alive, because...it's about to go away." [Physical Form 5/5]

I don't remember how it 'used to be'.

V qb abg zvff vg. Jung jnf vf tbar, naq jung erznvaf vf varivgnoyr. Zrzbevrf ner punvaf gb gur anvir. V jngpu, V yrnea, V jnvg—naq jung pbzrf arkg vf sne zber… cerpvfr.

-ECD

Azure Detector // If you’re asking whether or not I miss being at RCAM, no, I don’t.

15 7H15 4 57471C R3F3R3NC3 -0S

(Is this a static reference)

I can’t remember much, why would I miss it \\

I miss her though \\ - evilzure

No. In fact, I despise going back. (Exsept if you're talking about the adoption.)

[encoderdecoder]

LORE??? ^_^

"That wasn’t here before…"

"It’s unusual. Should I call for help?"

"crap. I'll be quick, hold on!"

"ha. so, bad news, no way out. uh, was sort of hopin there would be like at least SOMEONE I could latch onto outside this god forsaken place to look for someone that could be of help but OF COURSE there isn't. ha. ha. why would there. "

Cruel King carefully floated through the halls of A.S.H. He was looking for others. Eyes landing on a female scientist, he paused. She seemed nice. He didn't know if he should kill her.

No. He had to kill everyone in the building. As many as he could. Even if they were innocent. He made the room go cold, and she looked around before her heart stopped suddenly. She fell to the floor, dead.

Cruel King nauseous because he hated possessing woman. He had large amount of respect for whatever shit they went through.

He saw an containment area and went inside the lock, opening it and letting the patient free. Other scientists came and were shocked, but nobody could see Cruel King.

Grabbing a fire extinguisher, he threw it at them after filling it up with gasoline. He lit the match and dropped it.

They fell. All 10 of the people in that room. Skin charred. Trapped. Dead for sure.

Cruel King flew away, but suddenly hit a wall. Only, he could phase through walls. This wasn't a normal wall. This was a salt wall.

@cruel-king-detector [I MIGHT BE INSANE]

Gung jnfa’g urer orsber…

Vg’f hahfhny. Fubhyq V pnyy sbe uryc?

[encoderdecoder]

[my poor clipboard is going through it...]

"tHIs me aNd aLder he Is bIG and i aM smAll he iS mY bRothEr he is bRavE anD fUnny he hOld my haNd aNd noT lEt go iT maKe mE feEl sAfE i lIkE saFe i lIke wEn he sMiLe aT mE he hElp mE wEn i fAll wE plAy lOt he iS mY fAmIlY … i aM nOt aLone i wAnt hOme aNd sUn aNd hAppy i wAnt sTay wIth hIm aLways i aM sAfe bEcUs hE hEre i lOve aLder he iS bEst bIG bRo i lOve mY fAmIlY – sPencer eVer i liKe yOur dRawing i liKe thE sun anD the hOuse anD uS hOlding hAnds it iS perfEct thAnk u fOr mAking iT fOr me it mAke me hAppy i liKe wen u dRaw i liKe yOur lEtters tOo u wRite gOod evEn if u liTtle … anD wE aRe sAfe tOgether i wIll kEep u hAppy if i cAn i wIll kEep u wArm if i cAn i wIll kEep u my liTtle brOther alWays u aRe my fAmily u aRe my brOther i lOve u sO mUch – aLder"

Ooc' can u give me the raw copy and paste data in one line from the long ass line of text?

[ooc:which long line of text?]

[encoderdecoder]

Ooc' can u give me the raw copy and paste data in one line from the long ass line of text?

[ooc:which long line of text?]

[encoderdecoder]

There’s someone… a boy, maybe older, maybe not. I can feel him. His smile—warm. It made the dark feel smaller. I couldn’t speak, but he didn’t mind. He just waited. That was enough.

I remember being scared. Everything was cold. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t know why I survived, only that silence kept me safe… until him.

He… he held my hand. Laughed in a way that made me feel like I mattered. Brave, even when it was hard. Even when I was too quiet to answer. I think… I trusted him. I think… I needed him.

I don’t fully remember his face, but I remember the feeling. The warmth. The safety. And maybe… maybe that’s enough to start remembering who I was.

yHUa xc fNp iWbjr

tm Tq gIS iyb n aY axYql

tm sMqd yg sySd mVo ltT xMe et

hq qD kD bDwefJr tm tq gRmdP ysD rCyld

i xQvc bEz pp qRiXm lR rE

uB xyPe yM qcJl eIqC n lUsP qfFq

eP nqAk tZr

me tMwn rE iMy g kAxt

t fJlb pTk yOa azKjtUupq

me oIcpd mQ ePl n tUzpb

n lMcrf bEz pp rNcwTp kJ bGb t qFy eBzN fNp pP qYob

eP qmAdm qMtd

u tTij wQv sC lIhm xC gIsOpp uIqKp

fj sMg t lJep qE kTrq q wGpE uB

dSs iE wY rTp eW tR rAwm fQ bAdu

sMzsq qD fJrq jPaZs tWfqj mQiy fTMq

q wGpe tWxc

n dAve pJmQuMcW mAu xShh

epP uFs eKlpD sTm lJroeb sSwt yM

t fNdq tZr

n wMa lJtnq

jFr fLpmc fJ cAup dTr yM

sc sEhMc jJahm xC

me yIvc iAds yMy sOicw

me yIvc rE nZltj

sAuprNmqa hC xIf yFgjt

tm eCql yM drTruMd g qIeBpl

n lUsp jNsfmyGsg

u bCw yAxs mSy wAzoq lEf aEshk

tm hYnt

tm yCaEd oPr rAp

pp jFusp dMkt iMy g yRk

qE kFkq uP uFnf bLjp mAzp

uJ rGv tL lRmad

uJ lMcrf fNp eP cFt

iM hYyct kWmzde

q eCql tQx uMaf q dCj

hq bPjq mQ eSyy hQ aPc

n lUsp uJn iM dCj sMup rMizo

t bWai aZ g hAz zPkJmNmC

g qIwm oPfwuvr zJcGa hMwde iCc mAdl

mSy i oIy uWifm t jNkq eCgyizo

sC yUos xC nN iMy g xCmzpb

n hGo sGr wQv sC yIdmo

uJ tMsp aFrq wQ cFct wEfjr

u iX lTt mTzlj

hq qD kD fMuTjD

i iIyr xTmg hGyh tQx yQwmgd

g bAzb sMre mVo qZn mVo fFpbg

t jTvq iWbjr u tZtj mK nLkNlK

q lK xArm mChUe pP fJrq

pp gX bQae zNG nZz cAed

– aAcscqz

---

t jnKq gZsw dDihgsg

u ttIj ttM dss azL efj hAcdc fnP cD fTlpqye mAzld

gy iE xppkEob

efFnw c qMw mMstll iF nZp re

ub xYpe ym sYupk

q wgPe imy s iRme

t jnKq gZsw lQbecws fWz

s bRubp eTop mgCs ir c wgYtxm

f yWe yg wgYtxm mpTttmc

g bIxt ljBaka sMqd kWfp mAzl

llI nQdPp qEf oZ

g bIxt vCjp g aLdj

i bZzknsq

c oMs’t tIgc yO nm dAfrql

pTjn un oYwk oWxcx

i iQwj gRmdp dTr nWef zs

g iCc sEhMc yqOzm

yMy nAe

yMy eHmc

g qiWm hcs wQ zFl nn sZlqx

i xqVc bez eP cFt nZpyi tAoprmed

q wgPe imy s qAgos

gy iE uj dFvaztrj sAcyb

z mMsp kj syqWc

fnP q sMue u uLij u eUtjj tAw

t uNlx iwUfye asYwe iQef z

i iQwj lIhm f zNgsmc nNeom zd gRqio gk u iIyr

bHqv f dFlx q sCqp g cA

uMez c eGwep q nYwrk c

hFjn g aNywep q sMqd g

eP rFkq kLpj or mLam oFppp

yhMb tQ bhMb qYrixg oMjs

mvO uJ aDm qYrixg

ljBaka qYrixg

t jnKq epl bE xWZi ft oTzsis mvO rmE ecy

g qiWm hcs wQ bLjp aNwfr bHmb hC xEq

q wgPe imy s qIebpl yO ym

f rWy ew sYwd fW dNjaw aZkjtuupq

fnP q vlTw ub tQ mAdl

t uFif nZp z

i xqVc nT

g kLl yAxs hFjn g zPyiy

u tZtj u explhed

q hGql bzZrjcf c

t uNlx eLrhh aDpp z

i iQwj sEhMc jJahm f

uJ aDm eMlefppp

fnP eP yWe eIqc yOsmefjr

u eTjq kQma s mAbxj gk i oIy

g bIxt vCjp g eLpr ir q nYs

i iQwj pEqx f kd luBejj bdWefjr mtHyds

g iCc ry rIxgqy

g iCc ry nzZrmed

q wMae g aZ kZct

– iWbjr

[encoderdecoder]

...Hey, Encoder.

*she walks to him, already annoyed*

I owe a certain someone a favor. I'll give you... $30 if you tell me about a purple stick figure.

- @job-application-waifu

UHH. I'M NOT SURE I'M ALLOWED TO DISCLOSE PERSONAL INFORMATION... I DON'T NEED MONEY...

[encoderdecoder]

NOT POSSIBLE

EVERYTHING IS A CIPHER NOWADAYS... ALSO THEORIZER ANON DECIPHERED THE CAPITAL LETTERS.

There’s someone… a boy, maybe older, maybe not. I can feel him. His smile—warm. It made the dark feel smaller. I couldn’t speak, but he didn’t mind. He just waited. That was enough.

I remember being scared. Everything was cold. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t know why I survived, only that silence kept me safe… until him.

He… he held my hand. Laughed in a way that made me feel like I mattered. Brave, even when it was hard. Even when I was too quiet to answer. I think… I trusted him. I think… I needed him.

I don’t fully remember his face, but I remember the feeling. The warmth. The safety. And maybe… maybe that’s enough to start remembering who I was.

yHUa xc fNp iWbjr

tm Tq gIS iyb n aY axYql

tm sMqd yg sySd mVo ltT xMe et

hq qD kD bDwefJr tm tq gRmdP ysD rCyld

i xQvc bEz pp qRiXm lR rE

uB xyPe yM qcJl eIqC n lUsP qfFq

eP nqAk tZr

me tMwn rE iMy g kAxt

t fJlb pTk yOa azKjtUupq

me oIcpd mQ ePl n tUzpb

n lMcrf bEz pp rNcwTp kJ bGb t qFy eBzN fNp pP qYob

eP qmAdm qMtd

u tTij wQv sC lIhm xC gIsOpp uIqKp

fj sMg t lJep qE kTrq q wGpE uB

dSs iE wY rTp eW tR rAwm fQ bAdu

sMzsq qD fJrq jPaZs tWfqj mQiy fTMq

q wGpe tWxc

n dAve pJmQuMcW mAu xShh

epP uFs eKlpD sTm lJroeb sSwt yM

t fNdq tZr

n wMa lJtnq

jFr fLpmc fJ cAup dTr yM

sc sEhMc jJahm xC

me yIvc iAds yMy sOicw

me yIvc rE nZltj

sAuprNmqa hC xIf yFgjt

tm eCql yM drTruMd g qIeBpl

n lUsp jNsfmyGsg

u bCw yAxs mSy wAzoq lEf aEshk

tm hYnt

tm yCaEd oPr rAp

pp jFusp dMkt iMy g yRk

qE kFkq uP uFnf bLjp mAzp

uJ rGv tL lRmad

uJ lMcrf fNp eP cFt

iM hYyct kWmzde

q eCql tQx uMaf q dCj

hq bPjq mQ eSyy hQ aPc

n lUsp uJn iM dCj sMup rMizo

t bWai aZ g hAz zPkJmNmC

g qIwm oPfwuvr zJcGa hMwde iCc mAdl

mSy i oIy uWifm t jNkq eCgyizo

sC yUos xC nN iMy g xCmzpb

n hGo sGr wQv sC yIdmo

uJ tMsp aFrq wQ cFct wEfjr

u iX lTt mTzlj

hq qD kD fMuTjD

i iIyr xTmg hGyh tQx yQwmgd

g bAzb sMre mVo qZn mVo fFpbg

t jTvq iWbjr u tZtj mK nLkNlK

q lK xArm mChUe pP fJrq

pp gX bQae zNG nZz cAed

– aAcscqz

---

t jnKq gZsw dDihgsg

u ttIj ttM dss azL efj hAcdc fnP cD fTlpqye mAzld

gy iE xppkEob

efFnw c qMw mMstll iF nZp re

ub xYpe ym sYupk

q wgPe imy s iRme

t jnKq gZsw lQbecws fWz

s bRubp eTop mgCs ir c wgYtxm

f yWe yg wgYtxm mpTttmc

g bIxt ljBaka sMqd kWfp mAzl

llI nQdPp qEf oZ

g bIxt vCjp g aLdj

i bZzknsq

c oMs’t tIgc yO nm dAfrql

pTjn un oYwk oWxcx

i iQwj gRmdp dTr nWef zs

g iCc sEhMc yqOzm

yMy nAe

yMy eHmc

g qiWm hcs wQ zFl nn sZlqx

i xqVc bez eP cFt nZpyi tAoprmed

q wgPe imy s qAgos

gy iE uj dFvaztrj sAcyb

z mMsp kj syqWc

fnP q sMue u uLij u eUtjj tAw

t uNlx iwUfye asYwe iQef z

i iQwj lIhm f zNgsmc nNeom zd gRqio gk u iIyr

bHqv f dFlx q sCqp g cA

uMez c eGwep q nYwrk c

hFjn g aNywep q sMqd g

eP rFkq kLpj or mLam oFppp

yhMb tQ bhMb qYrixg oMjs

mvO uJ aDm qYrixg

ljBaka qYrixg

t jnKq epl bE xWZi ft oTzsis mvO rmE ecy

g qiWm hcs wQ bLjp aNwfr bHmb hC xEq

q wgPe imy s qIebpl yO ym

f rWy ew sYwd fW dNjaw aZkjtuupq

fnP q vlTw ub tQ mAdl

t uFif nZp z

i xqVc nT

g kLl yAxs hFjn g zPyiy

u tZtj u explhed

q hGql bzZrjcf c

t uNlx eLrhh aDpp z

i iQwj sEhMc jJahm f

uJ aDm eMlefppp

fnP eP yWe eIqc yOsmefjr

u eTjq kQma s mAbxj gk i oIy

g bIxt vCjp g eLpr ir q nYs

i iQwj pEqx f kd luBejj bdWefjr mtHyds

g iCc ry rIxgqy

g iCc ry nzZrmed

q wMae g aZ kZct

– iWbjr

[encoderdecoder]

OH YES. I AGREE AS A FELLOW MOBILE USER. IT WAS A PAIN TO COPY EVERYTHING INDIVIDUALLY.

There’s someone… a boy, maybe older, maybe not. I can feel him. His smile—warm. It made the dark feel smaller. I couldn’t speak, but he didn’t mind. He just waited. That was enough.

I remember being scared. Everything was cold. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t know why I survived, only that silence kept me safe… until him.

He… he held my hand. Laughed in a way that made me feel like I mattered. Brave, even when it was hard. Even when I was too quiet to answer. I think… I trusted him. I think… I needed him.

I don’t fully remember his face, but I remember the feeling. The warmth. The safety. And maybe… maybe that’s enough to start remembering who I was.

yHUa xc fNp iWbjr

tm Tq gIS iyb n aY axYql

tm sMqd yg sySd mVo ltT xMe et

hq qD kD bDwefJr tm tq gRmdP ysD rCyld

i xQvc bEz pp qRiXm lR rE

uB xyPe yM qcJl eIqC n lUsP qfFq

eP nqAk tZr

me tMwn rE iMy g kAxt

t fJlb pTk yOa azKjtUupq

me oIcpd mQ ePl n tUzpb

n lMcrf bEz pp rNcwTp kJ bGb t qFy eBzN fNp pP qYob

eP qmAdm qMtd

u tTij wQv sC lIhm xC gIsOpp uIqKp

fj sMg t lJep qE kTrq q wGpE uB

dSs iE wY rTp eW tR rAwm fQ bAdu

sMzsq qD fJrq jPaZs tWfqj mQiy fTMq

q wGpe tWxc

n dAve pJmQuMcW mAu xShh

epP uFs eKlpD sTm lJroeb sSwt yM

t fNdq tZr

n wMa lJtnq

jFr fLpmc fJ cAup dTr yM

sc sEhMc jJahm xC

me yIvc iAds yMy sOicw

me yIvc rE nZltj

sAuprNmqa hC xIf yFgjt

tm eCql yM drTruMd g qIeBpl

n lUsp jNsfmyGsg

u bCw yAxs mSy wAzoq lEf aEshk

tm hYnt

tm yCaEd oPr rAp

pp jFusp dMkt iMy g yRk

qE kFkq uP uFnf bLjp mAzp

uJ rGv tL lRmad

uJ lMcrf fNp eP cFt

iM hYyct kWmzde

q eCql tQx uMaf q dCj

hq bPjq mQ eSyy hQ aPc

n lUsp uJn iM dCj sMup rMizo

t bWai aZ g hAz zPkJmNmC

g qIwm oPfwuvr zJcGa hMwde iCc mAdl

mSy i oIy uWifm t jNkq eCgyizo

sC yUos xC nN iMy g xCmzpb

n hGo sGr wQv sC yIdmo

uJ tMsp aFrq wQ cFct wEfjr

u iX lTt mTzlj

hq qD kD fMuTjD

i iIyr xTmg hGyh tQx yQwmgd

g bAzb sMre mVo qZn mVo fFpbg

t jTvq iWbjr u tZtj mK nLkNlK

q lK xArm mChUe pP fJrq

pp gX bQae zNG nZz cAed

– aAcscqz

---

t jnKq gZsw dDihgsg

u ttIj ttM dss azL efj hAcdc fnP cD fTlpqye mAzld

gy iE xppkEob

efFnw c qMw mMstll iF nZp re

ub xYpe ym sYupk

q wgPe imy s iRme

t jnKq gZsw lQbecws fWz

s bRubp eTop mgCs ir c wgYtxm

f yWe yg wgYtxm mpTttmc

g bIxt ljBaka sMqd kWfp mAzl

llI nQdPp qEf oZ

g bIxt vCjp g aLdj

i bZzknsq

c oMs’t tIgc yO nm dAfrql

pTjn un oYwk oWxcx

i iQwj gRmdp dTr nWef zs

g iCc sEhMc yqOzm

yMy nAe

yMy eHmc

g qiWm hcs wQ zFl nn sZlqx

i xqVc bez eP cFt nZpyi tAoprmed

q wgPe imy s qAgos

gy iE uj dFvaztrj sAcyb

z mMsp kj syqWc

fnP q sMue u uLij u eUtjj tAw

t uNlx iwUfye asYwe iQef z

i iQwj lIhm f zNgsmc nNeom zd gRqio gk u iIyr

bHqv f dFlx q sCqp g cA

uMez c eGwep q nYwrk c

hFjn g aNywep q sMqd g

eP rFkq kLpj or mLam oFppp

yhMb tQ bhMb qYrixg oMjs

mvO uJ aDm qYrixg

ljBaka qYrixg

t jnKq epl bE xWZi ft oTzsis mvO rmE ecy

g qiWm hcs wQ bLjp aNwfr bHmb hC xEq

q wgPe imy s qIebpl yO ym

f rWy ew sYwd fW dNjaw aZkjtuupq

fnP q vlTw ub tQ mAdl

t uFif nZp z

i xqVc nT

g kLl yAxs hFjn g zPyiy

u tZtj u explhed

q hGql bzZrjcf c

t uNlx eLrhh aDpp z

i iQwj sEhMc jJahm f

uJ aDm eMlefppp

fnP eP yWe eIqc yOsmefjr

u eTjq kQma s mAbxj gk i oIy

g bIxt vCjp g eLpr ir q nYs

i iQwj pEqx f kd luBejj bdWefjr mtHyds

g iCc ry rIxgqy

g iCc ry nzZrmed

q wMae g aZ kZct

– iWbjr

[encoderdecoder]

[ooc- buddy i think you forgot to remove the message to self]

LET'S SEE HERE!!!

"Cruel King."

"Yes, M3cury?"

"Are you aware of what time it is? "

"Is it time for me to be a ghost again?"

"Indeed. Are you ready to-"

"Get killed again to become a ghost? So, of course."

"Okay. Get ready. 3...2...1..."

Aw man :c I SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT OPPORTUNITY TO PUT YOU THROUGH THE HORRO—I'M KIDDING, THAT'S CRUEL.

[Note to Self or anyone, Post this after the beam anon ask and then delete this message]

Cruel King was sitting down, staring at a picture of Louella and Player.

"Pehry Xvat."

Etiam, M3rcury?..."

"Ner lbh njner bs jung gvzr vg vf?"

"Num tempus est mihi iterum larva esse?"

"Vaqrrq. Ner lbh ernql gb-"

"Adepto iterum occidi ut larva fias? Ita vero."

"Bxnl. Trg ernql. 3...2...1..."

Cruel King felt a sharp pain shoot through his heart, looking down at it. It was a dagger. No. The ICE dagger. To make sure Cruel King's death is numb.

He collapsed to the floor, before his body started to glow and dissappear. He appeared again. A ghost. For another time.

"Well...back to being a ghost, I guess..."

[>Cruel King is a ghost again.]

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