#Tales From The Other side

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THE TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE DEMO IS OUT!

Have you ever wanted a turn based RPG that mixes both "Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga" and "UNDERTALE"??

An RPG/JRPG where timed button presses and engaging funny dialogue is the way to solve your problems?

FULL of secrets and weird things gallore?

WELL THIS MIGHT BE THE GAME FOR YOU! A GAME MADE BY ME, LEVC EGM.

THE DEMO IS ON STEAM, ITCH.IO AND IN ITS OWN NEOCITIES WEBPAGE! (How relevant! How cool!).

IT'S THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE GAME FOR FREE (2 hours of gameplay!) SO GO GET IT!

ENTER THE GATE

(all links detailed in its main webpage!):

(NOTE: sharing it with people that are fans of the M&L games or UT would help A LOT!)

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TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE (2022) Reviews of Halloween horror anthology - now free to watch online

‘Do you dare watch them all?’ Tales from the Other Side is a 2022 American horror anthology film with six scary stories as told by Scary Mary to three kids on Halloween. Directed by Scotty Baker (5th Passenger) ‘Flicker’; Jamaal Burden (Elves) ‘Krampus vs. Elf, Petrified Boy’; Jacob Cooney ‘Crystal Ball’; Lucas Heyne ‘Either/Or’; Pablo Macho Maysonet IV ‘Scary Mary’; Frank Merle ‘Blood Red’; Kern…

[kirkklan2]

294 - "The Red Death"

[launa-moe-art]

Tales from the Other Side: Reverend's Words

A conversation between a sister and her reverend.

Rated T for Teen. No major warnings, but there are hints of manipulation.

A chess match had occurred between the Reverend Mother and one of her closest associates. All the other nuns were in their chambers resting as a part of their strict schedule. Guards were posted outside the door to the Mother’s office, staying vigilant for any busybody sinners that temporarily resided in their guest rooms. The Mother was eyeing the board as her colleague moved her bishop diagonally across the board and placed it right next to her knight. Side by side. The smaller nun tapped the timer perched on a small box beside the board, two minutes and 13 seconds. 

The Reverend continued to eye the board. She agreed to a pastime before she retired for the morning. A simple chess game with only them present. The abbess moved her rook to overtake her other bishop. One tap on the clock, two minutes and 33 seconds.

“If I may, Sister Edith?” the Reverend spoke. The sister perked up at the sudden conversation. “Yes, Reverend Mother?”

“Is there any reason you wanted to see me tonight?”

The Sister swallowed. Her polite posture contradicted the muscles tensing underneath her habit. The authority of the Mother still reigned behind closed doors. “…I wanted to ask you about one of our guests.”

The Reverend flicked her line of sight towards the Sister, not saying a single word. Make it quick. The smaller nun clenched her hands ever so slightly, not enough to where it’d break etiquette, but enough to signal uneasiness. The Sister silently inhaled and exhaled softly, “It’s about the imp from the Lust Layer.” The Reverend continued to look at the Sister, who was starting to feel the sense of being read like a book. The larger nun brought her arms above the desk and rested her elbows, hands becoming a bridge for her sharp chin to lay on. “What about him,” the Mother uttered. The Sister continued to feel a little uneasy at the blunt response. She had to choose her words carefully.

“…May I ask why he’s here with us? Imps aren’t known for being…worthy of our grace.”

The Mother looked down at the chessboard before her and then at the discarded chess pieces to her left. She moves her hand to delicately pick up a piece taken from her: a pawn.

“You’re familiar with pawns, correct?” She spoke, slowly admiring it as she rotated it carefully from side to side. The sister gulps again, making sure her posture remains polite. “Y-yes, I’m quite familiar with them.” The Mother gently moved the piece from her fingers to her palm, using her claw-like digits to carefully surround it while it remained unharmed, almost like she was cradling it.

“They were given this name for a reason.”  Her hand lit up a cobalt blue as she levitated it above her hand. “They’re normally viewed as mere infantry by humans, but in reality, they resemble the ones who pick a cause to believe in. One to fight and put everything on the line to sustain their livelihoods. Naturally, they’re the weakest pieces on the board…unless you know how to use them.” The Reverend continued to make the piece float as she carefully watched it. “You’re familiar with the rule that pawns can change their status once they reach the end of the board, yes?” The Sister almost agreed with her until she was interrupted. “They can become anything. A rook, a knight, a bishop…” The Reverend’s eyes grew darker as she gazed at the pawn.

“Even a Queen. But never a King.”

The pawn ignited in a flame that matched her color, burning as the Reverend watched her power surround it. The Sister could only watch as her abbess was mesmerized by the violence she wrought on her discarded pawn. A sick mixture of endearment and cold-heartedness brewed in her eye, causing her lone council member to tremble at the sight. She couldn’t break her etiquette. Not here, not now. 

“They can prove themselves to be worthy of our grace, yes, but entertaining them with the idea they’d ever be a part of it is even better.” The pawn vanished within the flames and returned to its proper place in a second. The Sister was in awe at her effortless powers, but she looked down and saw the board was completely different. Her Knight wasn’t beside her abbess’ Bishop anymore.

It was overtaken by a Queen,  and her king was surrounded by a checkmate through a rook, a knight, and a pawn who suddenly became a bishop. 

“Especially when you have one who tears through your enemies with ease.”

She was getting unnerved.

“R-Reverend, I-“

A buzzer went off. Five minutes had already passed. Her time was up.

“Oh, would you look at the time! I’d love to play again, but I believe it’s time for you to retire for the night, yes? We wouldn’t want our fellow Sisters to feel envy of all things!” The Reverend laughed so sweetly at her little joke. “Y-yes, of course!” the Sister replied, suddenly flustered at the saccharine tone she received. She got another rare moment that kept her by her side, a reminder even. Quickly grabbing the chess box from the side of the desk, she placed all the pieces and components back inside with great efficiency. In the midst of her locking the box with ease, she felt a growing sense of euphoria bubbling in her chest and then a familiar, clawed hand placed on her shoulder. The Sister turned around and saw her Reverend once again stare at her eyes with her single one through her veil. The Mother had leaned close to make sure she properly heard her.

“One more thing, Sister Edith.”

“Yes, Reverend Mother?”

Her iris went slightly dark as she gave her command.

“What’s discussed in this room, stays in this room.” Her voice was distorted. “Rumors aren’t to be spread in my domain.”

The nun quickly nodded, garnering an implied small smile from her abbess. Once dismissed, the Sister remained giddy about being one of her most trusted council members. She could almost skip down the hall to her chamber for feeling such unspoken praise from her abbess, yet a thought still lurked in her mind. A dark one that bothered her and made her slow her walk.

If she saw the imp as her pawn to use, one to burn in flames if he ever crossed her or gained enough strength…

What does she think of the rest of them?

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New Horror Anthology TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE Official Trailer!

New Horror Anthology TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE Official Trailer!

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Tales From The Other Side trailer released

Tales From The Other Side trailer released

Uncork’d Entertainment has acquired horror anthology TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE featuring genre staples James Duval (Go, The Doom Generation) and Vernon Wells (The Road Warrior, Weird Science). The film, which plays off of the popular theme of kids seeking danger and biting off more than they can chew, was written by Gordon Bressack, James Cullen Bressack and Zack Ward. TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE…

[andoutofharm]

take us to Winnetkaland

[landfilloftrash]

If I told you there was a series of games created before I was born, developed by Capcom, and that I was obsessed with a pairing of middle aged men within; The pairing being comprised of a someone around a decade or so older than the younger, lighter colored hair, stern and serious with a very deadpan sense of humor, along with “this is my job. I shall do it perfectly” demeanor about his work— very cat-coded in general, if you can think it, it will most probably apply— and the younger being very a determined brunette with firm morals who goes toe to toe with the older man and is frequently one of the only ones who can do so with their hell-bent insistence to do good and defend those who cannot, no matter the cost, who is quite dog-coded in reverse. They spend a few years in each other’s company, learning about each other (even if it’s at a distance and professionally) and then. Something happens. The older one of the pair betrays the brunette — his strings being pulled by a higher power, but it does not excuse him— and in the process reveals a cowardly and vengeful side after the event, causing the entirety of the franchise we play to happen. And then only a bit later in the storyline, one murdered the other, in cold but passioned blood, because destiny deemed it this way and they only heed the call of it. And whether or not it was intentional, leaving said murdered man’s child an orphan completely alone in the world as a side effect. For years after the event, they are satisfied with what happened, if burdened by guilt. But they were right to do so, weren’t they? They proceed to be metaphorically haunted by the man they killed for the rest of their life, however. And that will come to a head for them.

Now… am I talking about Chrisker (Chris Redfield/Albert Wesker), or Shingou (Mitsurugi Shin/Karuma Gou) ?

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫 - 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔡'𝔰 𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤

[caterpillarinacave]

So you choose not to step through the door, after all why mess with nonsense when you're already in nonsense? You check the items in your pockets, your phone you shut off to conserve power, the dog tag, key and top clink together but offer no help, and when you fiddle with the walkie-talkie you manage to get it to turn on, excitedly you call out to the void but only static responds, which is disappointing but predictable, so you put the items away and hunker down for the night, looking at the sky you can see that the stars seem strange, though you're no expert, and the moon seems to have a second smaller moon near it which looks pretty cool but is a stark reminder of how not on your own world your predicament has landed you.

In the morning you begin looking through the nearby bushes and plant life taking note of anything strange, you notice the berries you had been picking before you stepped through the door are also growing around here, they look and taste the same, and some other plants seem pretty similar to the forest from before as well, although the further away from the door you go the more unfamiliar plants you come across (of course that may just be your lack of familiarity with plants) and the few animals you have noticed are bizarre in a way that you can't explain, like the people from town, they seem almost perfectly familiar, just a little off and the noises they make have you thinking they wouldn't be able to communicate with their counterparts either, brushing aside another branch you come across a strange funnel made of metal which you pocket and what looks to be a regular whistle, you wipe it down and blow but hear nothing aside from the air going through, you consider it is either broken or maybe a dog whistle, as you go to put it away you hear something big running in your direction, before you can decide how to react a large creature storms out of the bushes and stops in the clearing before you, it's huge as a horse with paws and sharp teeth it licks as it looks around and spots you, it shakes its head again reminding you of a horse, then steps closer before turning and staring expectantly, you get the feeling it's waiting on you, impatiently, and you realize it seems to expect you to get on its back. Do you get on?

Yes.

[kiwibirdlafayette]

I think Tom (and all his alts) strive for freedom…

OH ABSOLUTELY

I totally agree!! I think just like- the nature of Tom and his alts (who ofc meta wise were all written after him) is that they’re all dependent people of some kind, usually as the result of their circumstance of existence

Whether that be like in Tom's case because Dianite (or Mianite in Godswap, albiet different dynamic) is the one to grant him reanimated life, making him sort of indebted to him- or Cassell who isn't necessarily bound to his god moreso that he's bound to his creators (Flash and Ianite). Mot also sort of has that tether element to him because Dianite technically also saved his life from the creeper spore infection iirc but I think it makes the principle of freedom a little different to him esp. because it turned into like a business partners to unrequited crush to sorta lovers kinda thing depending on your post canon

All of this translates to me into their kind of devotion as champions, and again how that's like different from Ianitee flavored devotion (based on the guidance of Ianite and trusting in her judgement to lead them the right way so she can keep them safe), or Mianitee flavored devotion (Like knights to a king, similar to Ianitees follow orders for order, kind of follow his principles rather than specific instructions from him). Dianite being Dianite and the elements of chaos being how it is, Dianitee devotion is like being an extension of him, not via principles or guidance but by intent like being mercenaries in service of him while still being tethered in fear of punishment if its not done right. And maybe yknow they don't mind the implications that come with that title (Mot's case, for example) I think that's where that desire for freedom comes for- a want to have an existence that isn't tethered to their god

side note this could not apply as much to Dianite and Cass in Aitheaca because Dianite takes the Ianite role in terms of swapped god positions (and Cass runs off Dianite's guidance in the same way as Jordan would to Ianite) as Flash and Ianite are more similar to Tom and S1 Dia but bear with me xD

So kind of like extrapolating from that- their more specific desires for freedom are all sort of tied to Tom's need for spiritual freedom- I want to like refer to the whole thing of the Thauminomicon-y traits Marsh had mentioned before, and how Tom has 'fabrico', which stands for craft/repair. It connects in the sense of yeah he's a zombie he's stiched back together but. ok hear me out. Who would have stitched him back together? It was implied in an episode of Isles that c!Tom doesn't remember the Minecraft Project- (because they're memories he can't return to, just big empty void in his head), or when he was alive/ill from zombification, but he hadn't died yet. The person that arrives on Mianite with Tucker is that Tom, he is all that chaotic goofy Tom is, but at the same time he's partially someone else's creation, sewn together in intricate ways to be the bringer of chaos for the god he serves- but beyond that? His humanity. At his core, he's human, not someone who'll just take orders blindly and him striving for his freedom from that tether is refusing to deny the things that makes him alive. And I think the other alts like ya said follow suit, in Mot maintaining his humanity regardless of his ailment through choosing to care for Alyssa rather than being just a ruthless chaotic killing machine when Rux!Dia dies or in Aitheaca the way I want to write Cassell as someone who was born as a weapon for Ianite but loves collecting vintage human things and views his innermost self through music. The visual I kind of go to is the idea of Tom literally crafting and repairing the parts of himself that make him feel trapped by breaking them apart, burning it, adding new things when he takes the hands of friends and yeah!! And I think this sort of aspect could also tie into him becoming Mecha Dianite as well in finding freedom by choosing the person he is, and owning it

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working on the easy mode for my game. (Because it appears the DEMO was a bit hard for some of the people who tried it out...)

visual aid for counter attacks.

enemies deal less damage.

items cost less and heal more.

other changes :)

Have a fun clip of the battle system in action. (still debating if updating the demo with this mode...)

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TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE (2022) Preview of Halloween horror anthology with trailer

TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE (2022) Preview of Halloween horror anthology with trailer

‘Do you dare watch them all?’ Tales from the Other Side is a 2022 American horror anthology film based on six scary stories told by Scary Mary to three kids on Halloween. The tales are Flicker; Krampus vs. Elf; Petrified Boy; Crystal Ball; Either/Or and Blood Red. Directed by: Scotty Baker … Flicker Jamaal Burden … Krampus vs. Elf, Petrified Boy Jacob Cooney … Crystal Ball Lucas Heyne ……

[kirkklan2]

365 - "A Day in the Life"

[launa-moe-art]

Tales from the Other Side: Recollection

Another memory resurfaced.

Ratings: T for Teen. Minor swearing. Themes of depression. Hurt/Comfort. Domestic moments with a small dose of romance.

The bathtub was still in the small apartment. There was nothing inside except a large vat of black liquid at a complete still with the only sign of life coming from it was the light grey swirl in the center churning slowly. A few bubbles started to pop up from below, and a mass suddenly grew from the liquid, forming a hand that grew into an arm, a shoulder, and then a signature spiky afro that soon formed a head and torso beneath it. Another arm developed from the opposite shoulder, fully forming the upper body. Urch let out a groan as his body settled into its solid state as he stretched his limbs. Once everything was into place, he glanced at the digital clock on the bathroom sink: 4:48 AM.

Only an hour's worth of sleep.

After gathering the energy to form the rest of his body, he went over to his room to grab a pair of shorts to lounge around the house in. He slowly walked down the hallway to make sure he wouldn't wake up the baby imps catching up on some much needed Zs. He opened the door and saw his friend Chuck asleep on the nest of clothes he made. Normally, the much smaller imps would be scattered around the room sleeping in different areas, but this time it was different. All his "troops", as he called them, were all cuddled around him from head to toe with one letting out a big yawn in its sleep before turning over in Chuck's arm to face him in its sleep. Urch had to admit that it was the cutest thing he's seen in a while. To make sure he wouldn't disturb them, he managed to tiptoe across the scene to a dresser and headed towards the kitchen to cook once he got what he needed.

He laid out all of the ingredients on the counter next to the stove. A few eggs, some rice, vegetables, and a bowl full of marinated beef he made earlier thanks to him scaring a human to do his errands. Normally, he'd make soup to calm his upcoming nerves but he needed a longer distraction this time.

He grabbed the pot from the rice cooker and rinsed it off before pouring the rice in. When it rose to two cups, he went over to the sink and rinsed out all of the starch before filling it up with just enough water. He stuck in one of his fingers to make sure the measurements were right and set the pot back in the cooker. After closing the lid and turning it on, he rested his hands on the edge of the counter and hung his head low facing the stove. A heavy sigh leaves his mouth and closes his eyes.

–

"How do you make that?"

"Make what?"

"Bibimbap."

His mother transfers the gosari from the bowl to the cutting board. The child steps back to make sure he's not in the way while she chops up the roots.

"It's really easy to make it, but don’t worry about it now, okay? Go play in your room."

"But I wanna help."

The mom looks over at her kid already pouting that he's being locked out of another activity he wanted to do with his parents. They can't help being busy all the time with their jobs, but she realizes she owes this rare moment to him for being gone for so long. She’s not the type to normally let this slide, but for now she’ll make an exception.

"I'll tell you what. Get some vegetables from the fridge."

"Okay!"

The kid quickly runs over to the fridge and grabs red peppers, carrots, and zucchini and places it on the counter. His mom had to remind him about the spinach and mushrooms.

"What about the meat?"

"Don't worry, my son."

–

It's already seasoned.

Urch set the steel bowl to the side to make room for the cutting board. He placed a carrot horizontally and started to slowly slice through.

Make sure not to cut yourself.

He sliced through the carrots, the zucchini, and then the bell peppers. All were placed in separate bowls. There was something else he was missing.

Don't forget about the spinach.

Urch opened the fridge and skimmed through it. He had the doraji ready, he had the gosari boiled and ready to go, but the problem lay right in front of him.

He didn't have any cooked. And he didn't want to wake any of the imps in the other room from the scent that would come from it. He needed to be alone.

He slowly closed the fridge and sat down on the floor. Yet another setback to his night. First, he got foiled by that bat-swinging brat yet again and now he's getting upset over some damn vegetables. Something he should've had ready beforehand.

He looked over at the ingredients he had laid out. Of course, he's still gonna cook for his little squadron of implings but he felt an emotion crawl up his spine. It was all too familiar, and it was all too painful.

Why do I do this? What am I trying to accomplish here? Who am I even doing this for?

His knees met his face and his arms hugged them dearly. He can already feel it happening again. The spikes on his head shuffled to where they hide his face.

You're a goddamn demon. You're supposed to thrive off of carnage and misery like you should be doing now, not this!

He hated this.

Who are you doing this for? Chuck? The imps? Yourself?

Your past?

Stop.

You know it's true. You've been getting these memories and you've been getting weaker and weaker the more you continue this charade.

No.

Yes. When will you quit, Urch? This pursuit of knowledge you got going on? Pointless. You're an afterthought here. Never in your life have you had control and you'll never reach that goal of freedom. Nobody is gonna be there for you once he's gone with somebody else.

Not a single soul would risk their life for you. Just quit while you're ahead.

--

Tears were streaming down his face. He hated feeling like this. It's not on purpose, he'd promise. The tears can't stop flowing no matter how hard he tried to force them to stop. He's not gonna sob over it, hell no, he told himself. Like hell he's gonna let anyone waltz in here and see him in this state.

"Love?"

Urch said nothing as he flicked a finger in Chuck's direction and sent a trail of black liquid rushing his way. The line split in two, creating a wall right in front of him. The urchin didn't even look in his direction.

Chuck, on the other hand, was a bit startled at the sudden obstacle. He knew Urch had his moments, but it didn't mean that none of them hurt to see. Chuck slowly reached for the wall in front of him, hoping for an understanding this time.

"Don't." Urch croaked. "'S not worth it." Chuck retracts his hand at the command he was given. A flash of defiance went across his face before he halted himself. It's not his fault. Just give him some space to cool off. Chuck lets out a small huff and crosses his arms. "...I can't make tea with this wall blockin' my way to the sink."

Urch said nothing as he paused before scooting the wall towards him. "Thanks, love." Chuck said. Not an ounce of annoyance or anger came from him either...just calmness. That didn't go unnoticed by Urch. The stocky imp opened one of the bottom cabinets and grabbed the components for the gray electric kettle. He popped open the lid and let the tap water do its job and shut it off once he was satisfied with the amount he got. His tail slowly moved from side to side as he reached to plug in the plate from across the counter as he stood on the tip of his toes. After he managed to plug in the plate, he set the kettle on top and turned it on. Chuck turned around and leaned back to face the stove. He saw all of the delicious ingredients in front of him in separate bowls, including the rice cooker that woke him up. Looks like another memory of his returned.

"...Making another dish today, eh?"

Urch sniffed. Still no words from him.

"...It looks tasty."

"...Thanks."

A moment of silence went between them. Chuck turned off the kettle with his tail before it beeped and turned back to the counter to grab two mugs from the dish rack. He opened up the top cabinet to get his stash of assorted "definitely-bought" teas he got from both demons and humans. He flicked through the tea bags in the box looking for some flavors and finally came across one he was looking for.

"What kind of tea do you want?" Chuck asked the other, picking up a sealed packet of Earl Grey.

A pause came between them.

"Earl Grey."

The imp smiled to himself as he guessed right. He put the satchel in the mug followed by his own tea in the other. He poured the scalding water in both and set the kettle to the side. Another waiting game. Chuck looked over to the ingredients again and stepped in front of them.

"I bet the others would love this. They need their nutrients 'n vitamins."

"Yeah..." Urch responded. The wall was lowering between them. Not by a large margin, but the warrior was glad to see it. Chuck turned his head to face the wall as a way to talk past it. "Care to teach me how this goes?"

"Maybe later."

The imp nods in understanding. "D'you mind if I put this all back in the fridge, then?" He peeks over the wall and starts to see the side of Urch's face. One of his eyes met Chuck's and he turned away again. Now he was hurt. He sighed and moved all of the vegetables and meat inside the refrigerator one by one and made sure to cover them this time. Once he closed the fridge, the shorter demon glanced at the mugs he set. At least there’s one thing that can come out of this, he thought. He walked over to the hot mugs on the counter and threw away the tea bags after taking them out. With both mugs in hand, Chuck stepped over to the wall and lifted his head again.

“The tea’s ready.” Urch was hesitant to let the wall fully down, so he let it down low enough for Chuck to step over. The imp slightly smiled a bit before going over to Urch’s territory. “Here. Just like you wanted.” Urch turns his head to look down at the mug in front of him. It smelled delicious. He sniffed and wiped his face from the tears and grabbed the mug. “Thank you,” the urchin said in a low tone. Instead of taking a sip, he stared at it. He doesn’t even want to drink it. Chuck’s disposition started to get somber, but he got closer and offered his mug to him. “Want a sip o’ mine, then? It’s one of my favorites.” His tail started to curl around Urch’s torso, not too tight but just enough to relax the taller one a bit. Urch finally looked into Chuck’s eyes and then at the hot pink liquid in front of him. He grabbed the cup and took a sip from it as he put his hand over Chuck’s. A slight blush crept up over Urch’s face. “Devilfruit, huh?” “Aye. It always lifts me up when I need to.” The imp took a swig himself and sat down right next to the lankier demon. A blush crept up on his face, too. He leaned into Urch, and in turn, Urch wrapped his arm around him. The urchin started to lean closer to the warrior’s face, who also in turn, gave his tear-stained cheek a soft, tender kiss. “I need some space right now. Just make sure the rest don’t wake up.”

Chuck looks at the clock on the oven. 5:28 AM. Only two more hours before the mischievous pranksters start their shenanigans.

“Alright, my dear. Just try to save some rice salad for me, yeah?”

Urch started to chuckle on how silly his partner put it. “It’s bibimbap, my guy. But, of course.”

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"yuri lowell is a manly heterosexual"

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