#it would be kind of insane if a fan account that's existed for ages suddenly decided to ruin their reputation

[deepfriedpaddymayne]

ok so to clear everything up and also give this some context, the short version is that I got in touch with the person who runs the Daily César Domboy fan account (here on instagram, and here on twitter), who has spoken to César himself about Rogue Heroes season 2, and he confirmed that unfortunately his character, as well as the few remaining Frenchmen, have all been written out and will not be coming back for s2.

While I couldn't get TOO much detail, the reason for this was apparently script changes, so it does seem that he was initially supposed to have a storyline for s2 which had to be taken out for whatever reason. apparently César is not planning to make an announcement, so I think this is as close to official confirmation as we are gonna get until, y'know, the season actually airs and he's not there lmao.

so, yeah, in short,

[abyssalstrike]

you seem to have the biggest brain ever about 2012 raph's character, so i feel obligated to ask you about your thoughts on those aus where 2012 mikey gets "adopted" (in qoutes because it makes me mad) by the rise boys

Hehe I'm personally not the biggest fan for a lot of reasons. But my main issue is that in those kinds of AUS, there's a tendency for Raph's anger issues to be heavily demonized to the point of making him be horrifically physically and verbally abusive (he is neither of those things) while Mikey is heavily victimized and infantilized. And if I'm being fr, the infantilization of MIKEY is so rampant in this fandom it's insane. Even though there are overly harsh reactions to his behavior, there are plenty of situations in the show where he is instigating on purpose and is clearly in the wrong. But what I'm trying to get at is- like, if you're going to hold Raph, Leo, and Donnie accountable for their actions you have to hold Mikey to his own as well. They are all the same age. There's a lot more to Raph than just his anger issues. And there's a lot more to Mikey than just his happy-go-lucky attitude and childishness. (there also exists an unfortunate phenomenon where it's more likely for people to infantilize characters who are neurodivergent or heavily coded to be so. like, most of the time this isn't done out of malice or something, but it's just a pattern I noticed) And in actuality, if Mikey ever felt so bad that he wanted to stay with the Rise Turtles forever (which would not happen in the first place- he loves his family, they all love each other), Raph would feel like shit. My main piece of evidence to support this comes from the Croaking (wheezes) because when Mikey ran away and Raph realized he might be the reason why, he.... felt like shit. And the first thing he did when he saw Mikey again was hug him without a second thought. so like. Lmao Another issue is that it also puts the Rise turtle's brotherly dynamic on a pedestal? if that makes sense? No hate to the Rise Boys because I love them and I'll hold them all very gently- but they are kind of hot messes and are in no state to be adopting ANYBODY LMAO. In most depictions, I see the Rise boys suddenly becoming Super Therapists or something and that's just. something about that rubs me the wrong way. I understand that people want Mikey to have nice things and be treated better by his brothers- cause SHITTTT, i do too, but making everyone wildly ooc to achieve this doesn't hit with me yknow

[cyndifferous]

Kind of a Neverender Story

On May 2nd I attended my 10th Coheed and Cambria show and every day that followed for a month or so since then was a storm of emotions and fuzzy feelings. Every time I try to write this down I get annoyed at my own self and trash it so please bear with me. 5 years ago, February 2012, I got an email about Coheed going on tour like the dozens of emails that came before it since I discovered them only this time, almost 10 years into being a fan I finally decided it was time to go. "I need to do this, babe, just once. I need to get it out of my system, I'll never ask again. Just once." That's what I said to my husband before buying our tickets. I've been living this lie for over five years now, and there's no signs of stopping because every moment since then has been like living in a surrealistic bubble of "how did I get from there to here?" Plus I've won him completely over to the Coheed side, he doesn't even try to fight it anymore. We went and I got my first taste of what it was truly like to be a Child of the Fence. There were people in line with guitars singing Coheed songs, no one was rude, it was like everyone knew everyone else and in a way they did because I learned that every Coheed fan has a home in other Coheed fans. I ran in terror every time a band member was coming or going from the bus, amazed that they were so approachable as other fans said hi or got autographs. My brother in law had a good laugh at my expense when he said, "isn't the lead singer the one with the big hair? He's right there," while I stood frozen in place and I'm sure all the color drained from my face. I literally could not force myself to move. The show was absolutely everything I'd dreamed about and so much more. I found myself square in the danger zone of the pit, the crowd was insanely rough, but my eyes did not waiver from that stage. I planted my feet and turned all my focus into not getting sucked backward so I wouldn't miss a single thing. Every memory of coming to love this band, every part of my past life and the people I shared it with, every painful experience in my life that their music carried me through flooded my mind and hit me in my soul. Watching these guys perform with such zest and energy, as if it would be their last show ever breathed life into me, and when Claudio sang Mother Superior, my favorite song at the time, I wept openly and unabashedly while my husband held me tight. (Ok he was actually holding me up because I was not prepared for how physically exhausted I would be) After the show tons of people were gathered on the corner by the tour bus and I talked my husband into letting us stay despite the 3 hour drive home ahead of us. I met so many COTF that I still know and attend shows with today, people I consider "staples" because I always expect to see them in my corner of the southern US and they're always there. The crowd thinned and suddenly Josh pops out of the building and yells, "WHERE IS DOUGIEFRIZZLE?" o.O This Dougie character skips up, vinyl sleeve in hand (an OG IKS pressing), gets it signed by Josh, gives him a huge hug, explains that he's been waiting forever for Josh to rejoin the band because he was missing only his signature. As it turned out, Doug had tweeted to him that he needed him to sign and Josh being the amazing human he is came out to make it happen. Josh hung out for a bit, talking to everyone, signing things and posing for pictures, even gave one guy a beer from the bus because he said that's all he wanted. I was still terrified and I'm pretty sure I didn't speak. Some time around 2 am, what was once a crowd of us had thinned to about 25 of us; venue security had gone home no doubt believing that we are all insane, and my brother in law had long since retreated to the car to sleep. Coheed's tour manager, Pete, came off the bus and in a very no-nonsense manner gave us the news we'd been waiting for, that the band was going to come out for a meet and greet. At 2 am. In downtown Birmingham. WHAT!! "Have your cameras out, I will take your pictures, if you want something signed have it ready. Any shenanigans and we're getting back on the bus." I didn't have any words for them, except that Zach didn't come out so I requested that. He came and said "I didn't think anyone would want me to," so humble and sweet that man is. I left after getting my pictures and my ticket signed (by all but Josh) and when we passed back by I yelled "I love you Claudio" out the car window and I still cringe when I think of that, hahaha! I didn't sleep that night, how do you just go to sleep when you can feel your life slowly pulling into focus? I love my husband and my children, but I'm a stay at home mom and it can really be the pits sometimes despite the fact that I know I'm extremely lucky to be able to be home with them. At this particular time in my life things were out of whack for me, not as badly as they would come to be, but enough that my own worth already felt unimportant and lost in the repetitiveness of my boring existence. I revitalized a twitter account I had created a few years before and never tweeted from and went on a follow frenzy. I filled the void left by being stuck at home all the time with Coheed fans. I finally had a place to let me be myself, not wife or mommy, just Cyndi. Not only that, but I found hundreds of people just like me: totally invested in Coheed and Cambria, excited about it all the time, where the conversation never ended. People from all over the world, different ages, and from every walk of life you could imagine. What I found was my second home. Thus Cyndifferous was born and I'm onto the meat of my story. In the Coheed community, 10 shows is a drop in the bucket for a lot more fans than you would think, so while I'm personally celebrating that accomplishment, what I came here to talk about isn't that at all. I want to talk about the fans, my friends, my people. I threw myself into the community, dubbing twitter my own personal Heedfeed. I'm always excited about Coheed and when other people are excited too it bleeds back into me and doubles it. I'm pretty sure that I have organs and a nervous system that keep me living, but I'm also pretty sure that without Coheed & the COTF it would all cease to function. I'm a people person and the COTF community welcomed me with open arms. I started using keyword searches to find new friends, and also to share excellent content that may have otherwise been missed. What's great about our community is that even when the band is taking time off, or there's a lull while waiting for movement, there's still ample things to talk about and no shortage of people to talk to. Over the last 5 years in all my personal ups and downs, no matter the distance, I always had my cotf friends for support. When I'm bored, they're there. When I'm sad, they're there. When I'm ecstatic or miserable or anywhere in between. We even get excited about each other's upcoming shows, merch scores, and personal victories. There is no room for jealousy in Heaven's Fence. No room for egos and competition, because we're all so busy looking out for one another and having each other's backs. As true and steady as the keywork that holds Heaven's Fence in place. I've never not felt like the COTF community is my place in the world, my little niche, a safe space for everyone who shares the love for this band that gave us so much just by existing. I mentioned earlier that I've been in a whirlwind of emotions since the show and it's time to clarify. Since the moment I came on board this community I have never felt unwelcome, not even when I would rack up 1,000 tweets in a day or live tweet lyrics to two or three albums in a night. Not even when I parted ways with one project after another, some with an uproar, others a silent exit. Not even when I was constantly asking questions because, let's face it, there's a lot to know about Coheed, it's counterparts, and it's members. People like Neesh who have been around the community seemingly since the beginning of time and who are still enthusiastic and completely on board with welcoming a new person and bestowing upon them what feels like all of their knowledge, but is probably just beginning to scratch the surface. I remember laaaaaaate nights in the RadioXenu chat room with Neesh learning little nuggets of band history, staying up literally all night the night she showed me The Mours and some SUPER old demos from Shabutie & Weerd Science. (Neesh's YouTube channel is a gold mine just by the way) After all this time she is still active and vocal in the community, and still just so damn nice to EVERYONE, that's impressive especially considering how many people I've seen wax and wane or come and go. My point is, Neesh inspired me to always be that person, to always be open and welcoming and a home for COTF, most especially the new ones just hopping on board our particular brand of crazy train, trying to find their place in our vast community. The least I can do after all of the unexpected kindness that has been shown to me over the years is continue to pass that on...forever. Seeing Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Volume 1: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness live in all of its glory was an experience I could relive every moment for the rest of my life and die happy. In fact, I hope when I'm about to embark on my next life and my life memories replay that this night is featured. Literally everything about the day was perfect, the weather, the friends, the food. And as the night began it took a huge leap into epic, beginning with witnessing one of the most beautiful moments I've ever witnessed at a show. (I'm looking at you, Yui. And also at you Ern, you amazing human, you.) I'm sparing details because I came here to talk about what happened post-show, I think I've told enough show stories for now, ha! For me, approximately 60% of a Coheed show is meeting people. Internet friends, old friends, new friends, there's no such thing as strangers. This particular show was a "homecoming" of sorts for me because Atlanta is usually where I see my Coheed shows and the previous two tours I skipped Atlanta in search of new places and faces. I got to see people I have missed so dearly since IKS Neverender, including Tim, the very first COTF to ever show me the kind nature of our community at my first show, and also the first I'd heard of people who travel around the country just to see these guys perform their miracle of musicianship. There are not many things in life that parallel the joy of recognizing someone and saying "I KNOW YOUR FACE," even when you've only ever seen it in a tiny profile box online. And so begins a series of happenings that have filled my heart to the bursting point. My bestest friends & I, Jim and James AKA The Awkward Team, met up for this because we are separated by so much distance (Mississippi, Iowa, Florida) that we try our hardest to come together for shows at least. We arrived in Atlanta the day before the show and it wasn't long before our friend Ian reached out to see what we were up to that night. Turns out he was just handed a shitty life card and needed some company! We all met up at Buckhead Pizza Co, my very first day-before-the-show hang, usually I'm a lump in my hotel room the day before haha! We had so much fun hanging out in that pizza place, and being there for Ian to take the burn out of a real bummer of a situation was awesome. Even Nina Uber'd over to hang out with us! Our pizza hangs turned into parking garage hangs and we all laughed so much our faces hurt. In short, thank you for messaging me Ian, you made our night probably 10x more fun and it was great to finally get the time to hang out with you! The show was....I can't even find the adjective to accurately convey that particular evening. The energy was high in the crowd as it always is in Atlanta, but this one was unlike any other. We had full-venue waves going on, it took us a few tries to get the whole floor and balcony involved but when it finally came together it was unforgettably amazing. I thought I would regret choosing to be in the all-seated balcony for this show, but as it turned out the entire balcony was on their feet for the whole show. Give Coheed fans at least one square foot of space to move and dance in and we will do it. And we did. I've been to a couple of shows with a very laid back crowd, this was the exact opposite and that energy conveyed to the band on stage as they powered through one of the most difficult albums in their discography. They moved and grooved right along with us, with the biggest smiles I think I've ever seen them play a show with. And when Final Cut came up, Claudio disappeared from the stage and reappeared ten feet to my left in the balcony shredding a solo and letting a fan play his guitar. Those moments, when the band is floating on the energy of the crowd, when every note they play slams more energy around, when you can tell they're happy to be where they are and loving what they do are next-level. If we could bottle up the energy from a show like that we could live forever on it. I may never experience another show quite like that one, but if not I won't be at a loss because it was immortalized on Coheed TV and I revisit it often. https://youtu.be/aLkoNo5f-r4 After the show I always hang around outside, its prime time to talk about the show, meet up with people you missed beforehand, and sometimes even catch an impromptu meet and greet. I was sitting down in the parking lot because even though I had a balcony seat I was on my feet dancing, jumping and moving around during the entire set. It wasn't long after the show that a gentleman approached me and introduced himself as someone from twitter and thanked me for....being me? I'm trying to stay clear of personal vanity, but he thanked me for being kind and and friendly online, told me I was the first COTF he followed, and it was truly awesome to meet him. He flew all the way from Kansas to come to the Atlanta show! I live and breathe for moments like that, when internet and real life collides unexpectedly and someone expresses their gratitude for me. I can dish out compliments all day long, but taking them is hard for me because I'm just a potato of a person who loves Coheed. What I do is not a special skill or talent, I just love to talk and I happen to have a ton of free time to do that with. So thank you, carnacolypse! I catch a fair amount of grief sometimes from my family for the amount of time I spend online, and those moments where someone tosses me appreciation for that, even though I'm just doing what I do, makes the sting of that grief go away. I'm just a girl in Mississippi, I've said it all along and I'll continue to say it forever. I am not special in any way, but my friends sure do make me feel that way. Not overshadowing all of the other COTF I got to meet for the first time that day, including Alison who came all the way from Canada and started her epic multi-date heedtrip at the Atlanta show! Coming home after a heedtrip is hard. Post-Coheed depression is a very real thing for a lot of fans. I love my kids, and I miss them like crazy when I'm away, but I see them every day of the year, my cotf friends get 2, 3 or 4 if I'm SUPER lucky and coheed busts out a secondary market tour. Sometimes it's not so bad, but this time I was missing my awkward team and sad that the Neverender I felt like I'd waited a lifetime was now officially behind me. A tough pill to swallow. I stayed horizontal pretty much all of Thursday. As always though I fell back into the swing my boring existence, empowered by the task of staying positive and continuing to share and discuss the events of Coheed's continuing tour. A new Tales From The Grail Arbor video drops every so often and this sounds silly, but it hypes me right back up again. Dirty Ern has a way with photos and videos, capturing moments that flood you with memories of your own adventures while enjoying clips of someone else's. I've teared up with joy during almost all of the 16 episodes that have come out so far. PLUG- if you haven't subscribed to Coheed's YouTube do that right now, CoheedTV is everything you love about Coheed DVDs but free and is also a comprehensive behind-the-scenes look into what tour life is like. There are still more episodes on the way. https://www.youtube.com/user/OfficialCoheed -ENDPLUG The reality is though, that the joy of being a COTF never really stops coming, even when the post-show sadness tries to sink into my soul. This community is everlasting. The connection is always there, no matter the distance. There's always something happening, someone talking, lives being lived under the precious veil of COTF life. (It's not just a band after all, it's a lifestyle) So while the post-Coheed funk comes hard and fast and devastating, it lifts quickly enough and you propel forward into the next big thing. For me, watching the next wave of excitement when the U.K. leg of the tour started was pretty epic. Following their heedtrips as they come together from so many different countries is amazing. But currently, that's excitement that Coheed is returning to the Amory Wars storyline with their next album (YAY!), the knowledge that Josh is hard at work on a couple of different and very exciting musical endeavors (one of which I was lucky enough to hear a sample of and you people should be over the moon excited for it), and of course the upcoming Chonny and Clyde project. Not to mention, we're still not quite halfway through the release of the long awaited Good Apollo comics, and each issue brings with it another wave of fun because this series is incredible and extremely well done. Truth be told there's always something around the next corner with this band and their members, and that's a big reason why I love being a fan of these people and their art. It's now been almost 3 months since Neverender in Atlanta. The tour has long since finished, SDCC has come and gone, and once more the quiet waiting has settled in. The lull. But today is my birthday, and I can't even put into words how incredible it is to wake up to a flood of birthday greetings from literally all over the world. Close friends and acquaintances the same took time out of their days and lives to wish me well on my birthday and the gratitude and love I feel every single year takes my breath away. It doesn't get old, it never fails to put the biggest smile on my face. In reality my birthday is just another day, but the hundreds of people that I've met, or will soon meet, or may never meet make this day special. It serves as a reminder that I have found my home in another place. I am a person with more to offer than the hundred jobs that fall under the stay-at-home-mom blanket title. It carries its own joy, but knowing that I still exist as a person apart from that is a gift because I have lost that before. There isn't another community in the entire universe I would rather be a part of than this one. I hold great pride in all of you, my friends who keep me going, who share my life with me and allow me to share in yours. Thank you with my whole heart, and thank you Coheed for doing what you do and caring about your fans and putting so much of your time and effort into making sure each move you make is bigger and better than the last. You boys are a rare gift, and your fans know that fully well with everything you do. **Disclaimer: I wrote this a little at a time so my apologies for any errant or incoherent parts, or anything I may have left out. "Words don't come with ease."

[bookishmatt]

Cage Match 2013 Round 1: The Thing vs. The Invisible Man

(Originally posted on the since-retired Suvudu.com on March 4, 2013)

The Contestants

The Thing

Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell

Age: At least 20,000 years

Race: Shapeshifting, body-infiltrating extraterrestrial

Weapons / Artifacts: Transforms its appendages into any weapon of its choosing

Special Attack: Renders men insane with future dream vision

Advantages

Telepathic

Can completely become any living organic form that it enters

Scientific knowledge beyond human comprehension

Disadvantages

Won’t attack in the open for fear of outing itself

Self-preserving tissue can reveal true nature by reflexively recoiling from danger

Appears to be incapable of becoming any form from memory for more than an instant

Griffin, The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man, by H.G. Wells

Age: Early 30s

Race: Human

Weapons / Artifacts: Whatever he can get a hold of

Special Attack: Flying knee to the chest

Advantages

Invisible

Exceptionally strong

Doesn’t fear being naked in public

Disadvantages

Extremely short-tempered to the point of recklessness

Probably (definitely) insane

Sneezes at inopportune times

Can’t make weapons invisible

Too trusting

But that’s just one account of the events leading up to the abrupt end of Griffin’s mad reign. Though it sounds madder yet to even put it to words, the account that the majority of us have accepted as truth is the most cogent way to explain that terrifying day.

Mind you, even with nearly the entire town of Port Burdock on the hunt for – and indeed, truly believing in the existence of – an invisible man gone mad with power, we discerning folk have our limits for what we’re willing to accept. Which is to say that not everyone remembers the downfall of The Invisible Man in precisely the same way. For the sake of full disclosure, I’ve included one extra chapter for you, dear discerning reader, and ask that you please maintain an open mind for what I am about to tell you, though I too have my doubts.

Dutifully, our townsfolk barricaded their doors, locked up their windows, and nervously awaited for starvation and nature to ravish our invisible would-be tyrant. Dutifully, everyone waited and trusted their good sense to attempt to defeat Griffin, too sensible to venture from their homes and risk a confrontation.

But then, Doctor Kemp had to do a desperate thing and dispatch his housekeeper to the authorities to relay the death promise note from Griffin. What follows next is a bit of my own conjecture based off of the ramblings of one lone housekeeper driven mad with what she is convinced she saw during her attempts to meet with Colonel Adye. But as this was an extraordinary day, I shall spare no extraordinary account.

Kemp’s servant knew she was being followed – a crunch of gravel here, a breathy swear in the air there – but could no better see her assailant than the rest of us. Looking out from windows, they say, she ran in a blind terror, shooting glances behind her shoulder and trying desperately to escape the unseen.

It is somewhere here during her terrified sprint that she first claims to have seen an albatross slowly circling overhead, as if contemplating descending on her or collapsing in death. An albatross! A seabird never seen in the North Atlantic outside of an encyclopedia. Nothing can convince her that this was a hallucination or another bird of some kind, perhaps an unidentified gull, and her depiction of its flagging flapping is always consistent.

It must have been shortly after that when the servant was assaulted by Griffin, the letter intended for Colonel Adye ripped from her quaking hands, but this almost pales in eerie comparison to the terrible account she gives of the bird; the alleged albatross seemed to twitch and contort violently, its extremities morphing into impossible shapes as it struggled to stay afloat. But the impossible bird seemed to have lost interest in her after witnessing her tangle momentarily with Griffin. It vanished for a time over the rooftops.

Doubly terror-stricken by the bizarreness of two impossible things, the servant dashed madly toward her safe place, back to Doctor Kemp’s house. Alone, the bird seemed to find her vulnerable again and appeared once more overhead, but still kept its distance.

And then an invisible force plowed through her with an angry grunt, cutting a path decidedly toward Kemp’s residence. She sat on the ground a moment, terrified of going back but wanting desperately to warn Kemp. After a moment of fighting with herself, she picked herself up and ran back toward the house.

She was then hailed by a voice, a blessedly non-eerie voice whose origin was visible. She whipped herself around and found Adye in front of her. She stammered her warning of the recent encounter with The Invisible Man, and together they dashed the rest of the way to Kemp’s house.

Adye attempted to enter through the front door, and as he was pleading with the paranoid Kemp on the other side, the servant heard a shuffling nearby. On such high alert, she would have jumped out of her skin at the passing of a cat in the shadows, but she knew full well that this unseen stirring was not feline in origin. She stammered once more that she had to find a place to hide and took off toward the neighboring alley to conceal herself between discarded wooden crates.

Soon, she saw windows being smashed to pieces on the second floor by rocks the size of her head hurling through the air. Though her vision was a bit obscured, she swears to have seen clearly the labored bird thing whoosh into one of the now open windows. Possessed by the mad desire to aid her employer and see her duty through to the end, she climbed atop the crates and tried desperately to position herself in alignment with the smashed window. Through it, she could see the bird perched on the dresser, and could clearly make out a festering wound on its breast, what appeared to be the work of a bullet.

For an instant, she made eye contact with the bird, and it seemed to stare into her soul. It fluttered out of sight suddenly, managing to pull the heavy curtains closed with its movements. Still, she could make out bits of its silhouette from the light of a lantern by the door. She could make out an uncanny and convulsing mass of shapes where the bird had been.

A vase shattered amid the shocks of its convulsions, and soon she could hear Kemp rushing up the stairs, shouting to the closed door of his upstairs bedroom. “Griffin, if you’re in there, I’m not alone! You’re outnumbered!” – an empty threat, as he still hadn’t gathered the wit and nerve necessary to risk opening the front door to allow Adye into the residence.

Kemp must have burst through the door then, given the sounds and confusing shadow play that followed. He must have had a moment of bravery with his poker in hand, ready to swing wildly. He must have felt for a moment that animalistic drive to do anything to survive and flail wildly at his unseen assailant. But then, he must have been felled too quickly by the transforming bird thing to even utter a sound, because the fight was over in a flash of impossible shadows.

And yet, as the servant tells it, a completely unexpected silhouette appeared through the curtains a moment later: the sure shape of Kemp himself. Later, no one found any trace of an albatross or of anything else having been in that room during that moment in time.

You know the rest of the story. The Invisible Man was taken down by the vigilante townspeople, rendered visible once more upon his death. You know that Doctor Kemp, despite staring death in its invisible face, survived this encounter.

But what you or I don’t know and, indeed, may never know, is if the rants and ravings of Kemp’s house servant – committed to the county ward on Kemp’s own request – insisting that her employer had become some kind of thing weren’t so mad after all. But there is one thing I know with certainty: Extraordinary things don’t have to be seen to be believed

Predicted Winner: The Thing

NOTE: THIS MATCH ENDS ON WEDNESDAY, March 6th, 2013, AT 5 PM, EST

Check out the 2013 Bracket

Check all previous Cage Match 2013 posts

The Thing is a character from Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell; The Invisible Man is a character from The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells.

The Thing image is from the original book art. The Invisible Man image courtesy of Lanzie/DeviantArt.

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