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dasozelotvonnebenan · 4 years

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For @tyrias-library‘s “Excerpt” prompt:

The Following is an excerpt from M. B. Krodd’s “A * History of the Dragon War. Volume I: The Orrian Campaign” with annotations by Meddik and Luuda. (* Slightly Exaggerated)

Chapter XVII

In the aftermath of the pact’s victory at the pursuit pass, the glorious commander gathered their men around them. They were looking heroic even though they were bathed in the remains of the over one thousand undead they had slain.

Note: While witness’ accounts vary widely both in amount of slain risen and their own accuracy, it is highly unlikely that the commander alone has slain a thousand risen, especially in a single battle.

“We have once again driven back the dragon’s tide. As I had promised you at the beginning of this war, we shall soon be done with this place. No dragon shall plague Tyria, not Zhaitan, or Kralkattorik, or Mordremoth!” The soldiers cheered loudly.

Note: At this point the Pacts sole goal had been the fight against Zhaitan, Mordremoth was at this time still almost forgotten and the pact would not fight against Kralkattorik until the battle of Thunderhead Keep.

Note: While records of speeches held by the commander are far from complete, there are no mentions of this or a similar speech held during the fighting around Caer Shadowfain.

But the commander, as always driven from battle to battle, didn't remain for long. A top secret airdrop mission into the heart of the enemy needed them to command Tyrias most modern golem battlesuit.

At the helm of a laser toting behemoth clad in Deldrimor steel Tyrias grandest hero fought an army of risen single handedly to secure the last searing cauldron. This weapon of mass destruction that was to rid Orr off the humans should now help rid it of The Dragon!

Note: Details on the mentioned Battlesuit are topic of much debate in the scientific community. Especially the amount of Deldrimor steel that is allegedly used is questionable, though expensive projects like this are not unheard of from the Durmand Priory.

Note: Other searing cauldrons still exist.

Note: Mission report indicates heave shelling of the surrounding area in preparations of the attack as well as armored and air support for the commander. Framing this battle as fought only by the commander is erasing the effort of other forces.

That cauldron was then used to obliterate an ancient orrian temple, its ruins now the place where the commander killed the heir of Orr in single combat, saving their friend Laranthir from death by the “Crimson Blade”. Another Victory for the pact in such a short time. The assault into Orr was going faster than anyone expected!

Note: The Cathedral of Verdancy’s altar room and upper floor were severely damaged, though the lower floor and side building remained largely unimpacted by the cauldron.

Note: The last known wielder of the crimson blade, and orrian prince named Nekandezzar was, as far as pre cataclysm records show, not next in line to the throne.

Meanwhile preparations had already been in order for the commander to start out on another daring mission: Sailing a fleet down the coast of Orr. Something no one would have thought possible before the commander entered the world stage.

Crushing any resistance on their way the commander’s fleet, made up of deadships captured by our beloved saviour themselves, sailed through waters filled with the dreaded Boneships and other risen horrors. Onboard they had powerful Asuran guns and an army of specially trained whispers agents to secure a landing in southern Orr.

Note: Pact troops had been targeting beacons and eyes of Zhaitan for a while, greatly impeding any boneship’s ability to navigate close to the shore. Additionally Zhaitan’s fleet had been severely weakened in the second battle of Claw Island and subsequently put under pressure by Pact airships.

Note: The captured fleet consisted largely of salvaged deadships that had run ashore in pact controlled areas of Orr. The only capture that records show involved the commander was the “Windfall”.

Note: As with anything involving the Order of Whispers it is hard to know for certain what they did, but it is certainly unlikely that they would field a whole “army of agents” in any situation.

After devastating the coastal defenses and landing the troops the commander was now ready to march into Arah itself!

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advancednerds · 4 years

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#fumettogame: Gaz Sorcioverde - Il Capitano Krodd 8

#fumettogame: Gaz Sorcioverde – Il Capitano Krodd 8

🍗 GAZ – IL CAPITANO KRODD 8 🏴‍☠️🎲 il #fumettogame dipende da te: bastano un like e un commento per vivere l’AVVENTURA❗️

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Cos’è successo fin’ora?

Gaz si è liberato dal suo carceriere, trovato un’arma senziente e steso definitivamente Gingi!

Ora è dal Capitano Krodd per vendere lo schiavista, ma ha scoperto che il pirata conosce suo fratello Gnibble, il capo della rivolta Sorcioverde!

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grizzbe · 7 years

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Ho-Lee Crap. This took a while, guys!! My sincerest apologies! Life came at me pretty hard about halfway through writing this chapter. It’s not quite done pummeling me into the dust, but at least I figured out a suitable way to move on with the plot! If you enjoyed this at all, please let me know! Your comments literally (figuratively) give me lifeforce.

Io’s roar quaked throughout the hanger and chaos quickly followed. Cass wasted no time whacking their prisoner in the back of the head, knocking him out, before targeting and dropping a pair of pirates that were unfortunate enough to be close to him and Jyn took aim at the leader. The pirates began to return fire, and the two rebels took position behind debris that littered the space.

Cassian exchanged fire with a cadre that had organized quickly against the intruders. His shots finding their marks at a rate that would impress any drill sergeant in the galaxy and his adversaries quickly fell back, putting the shuttle between themselves and the reaper that had already plucked several from their number. Jyn fired several shots into the mighty Besalisk across the hangar, but none seemed to make an impact, as Io’s stride towards her didn’t waver.

Cass had moved away from Jyn, trying to keep the rest of the pirates pinned while she dealt with Krodd, and wouldn’t be able to help her. As Jyn’s blaster began to click empty, the large pirate broke into a run towards her. Jumping out of the way at the last second, she just narrowly avoided getting thrown into the sharp twists of metal that poked out from the various scrap piles. She grabbed at a heavy bar of metal and quickly struck it against Krodd’s back as hard as she could manage. She was rewarded with a howl of pain, she smiled to herself, pleased to know that she could hurt the alien.

Jyn knew that she wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for long against the hulking besalisk. She might be agiler than the big alien but Io was stronger, and all of the debris in the hangar was going to make her agility count for nothing sooner rather than later. She needed to end the fight, and fast. Her grip tightened on the metal bar, and she reeled back to strike the pirate captain again when Io struck out at hear, his giant fist landing against the side of her head.

Jyn’s vision blurred again, and she started blinking, trying to focus. Krodd reared back, towering over the rebel. She realized she had lost her bar and looked desperately around her to find it, but it was gone. Jyn gritted her teeth. This wasn’t going to be her last fight, on some junker of a spaceship heading back to an Imperial gulag. She balled her fists and began to strike Io with all her might. The big pirate merely laughed, picking her up with one pair of arms and squeezing her into a vice with his other two.

She could feel the breath pressing out of her and her vision, still blurry from the strike to her head, began to blacken around the edges. In the distance, she could hear Cassian scream, whether he had been hit or was just distressed by her current predicament, she couldn’t figure. As she could feel the life escaping her, her hands groped at Io’s neck, unable to find a hold anywhere.

Io began that awful laugh from before and one last reserve of adrenaline spiked into Jyn’s bloodstream. Her vision sharpened and her strength returned in one last gasp. She closed her eyes and slammed her forehead into one of his eyes, avoiding the hardened top of his head. As Krodd roared again and grabbed at his eye, Jyn reached down into her vest and grabbed a concussion grenade. She armed the explosive and, with a laugh of her own, shoved it into Io’s open maw.

The besalisk dropped Jyn in surprise, and the rebel immediately rolled as far away from him as she could manage. Io spat the grenade out and launched himself in the opposite direction, but it didn’t matter.

The concussion grenade went off, and Jyn’s world turned into a flash of white and shadow, her ears ringing incessantly. Before she could so much as see what was in front of her, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder and roughly started shoving her along, the high-pitched blast from a pistol going off near her head.

She stumbled along, eventually feeling herself go up. Once she made it to the top of the ramp, the hand pushed her down and out of the way. Slowly but surely, her sight came back and she could see Cass firing down at the pirates. Her hearing returned soon after that, and she stumbled towards her partner.

“Give me this,” she wrested the pistol from his hands and started firing down at the pirates. “You opened the hangar bay, right?”

“While you were busy hugging that besalsik,” said Cassian, with only a trace of snark. “Keep them off the ramp and put this on.”

Cassian reached into a compartment near where they were and handed Jyn a breathing respirator before heading off to the cockpit with his own. The firing subsided enough for her to put it on before she noticed that the pirates had mangled the ramp too much in their attempt to open it. They wouldn’t be able to close it completely after they took off.

The engine started to spin up and another pair of brave, or stupid, pirates made a rush at the ramp. A couple of well-aimed shots from Jyn dropped one and sent the other crawling back to cover yelping in pain. Cassian’s voice came from across the ship, “Just another second!”

Io’s distinctive bark came from out inside the hangar, and the firing stopped. That couldn’t be good, thought Jyn. She took the momentary ceasefire to shift her position and try and get a better look. As she huddled behind cover, a group of five pirates came into view, setting up…

“Cassian!” cried Jyn. “How much time till we’re out of here?”

“Sixty seconds!” came Cassian’s cry from the cockpit.

“We only have 30!" Jyn shouted. "They’ve got a blaster cannon right about to put a few holes in us!”

Jyn fired into the mass of pirates, dispersing them for a moment before Io shouted more orders and the pirates returned a hail of their own blaster fire, forcing Jyn to duck back.

“Hold on!” shouted Cassian.

The shuttle lurched off its landing gear and swayed before crashing through several crates, wiping several pirates from the galaxy in an instant. Before Jyn could grab a handhold, the Lambda shuttle was zipping out of the hangar, sending her tumbling towards the open ramp. As the pirate’s ship faded, the open maw of space reached out to grab her.

Scrambling now, Jyn clawed at the metal grating, trying to find purchase. Her muscles ached from the previous ordeal, not the least of which was the bone-crunching bear hug from that bastard, Io. She grabbed at a bench, snagging it for a second before a crate smashed into her knuckles. Jyn continued to roll, the prickling of stars seemingly reaching out for her before her back cracked against a railing. She managed to loop her arm around it before it was too late, dragging herself up enough to hit at the controls on the wall closest to her.

The ramp closed as much as it could, stymying the outrush of atmosphere enough for Jyn to get back on her feet. She made her way to the cockpit, her body on fire, now telling her just how much she had put herself through. She found Cassian behind the controls. He was conscious, but his breathing was obviously labored. She slammed the button to shut the door and waited for the atmosphere to regulate itself before she and her companion removed their masks.

With the door secured and his partner safe next to him, Cassian put in the calculations for their hyperspace jump, and their ship slipped into the nothingness that laid in between the cracks of space. Jyn felt the familiar sensation of her stomach bottoming out before her body returned to normal.

They both sat in silence, allowing themselves a moment of peace, just breathing. After what felt like hours to Jyn but what could have only been minutes, she turned to Cassian and found him passed out in his chair.

Her heart rate spiked, and she immediately grabbed at his neck looking for a pulse. She found one, faint but steady, and got up to find something to cover him. Most of the ship’s provisions were out in the cargo hold of the shuttle if they hadn’t been sucked out into the void, that is. With the compromised ramp, the door to the cockpit wasn’t going to open until they made it back to Yavin, though.

Jyn found an emergency kit stowed away below a door panel that contained a pathetic looking survival blanket, which she promptly draped over the Captain. As much as she had been through since they decided to go rogue and attack Scarif, Cassian had been through exponentially more, and you could see it plainly on his face, cut and battered as it was.

She sat across from him, watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing. Jyn was thankful that Cassian had made it out with her. As at odds as they had been when they first met each other, he was the closest thing to family that she had anymore. If they could survive Scarif maybe they could survive anything, and if they could survive, maybe she could start thinking about her future.

It was these thoughts, however impossible they might have seemed, that filled her mind as she followed her Captain into an exhausted slumber.

The shuttle jostled as it came to a halt, shaking Jyn awake. With memories of Io and his band of pirates fresh on her mind, she bolted upright in her seat, her hand shooting up with a tight grip on her blaster.

“Whoa there,” said Cassian, somehow sounding worse than he had only hours before. “No need for that, we’re here. We’re home.”

Jyn looked out the cockpit and saw the now-familiar temples of Yavin 4 filling in the view. Among the many parked starfighters, rebel soldiers and crewmen were scrambling towards them.

“It’s a good thing I woke up when I did,” said Andor, stumbling out of his seat before Jyn maneuvered her shoulder to support him. “We would’ve had a nice greeting from an X-Wing if I hadn’t radioed that we were in a stolen Imperial shuttle.”

“Lucky us,” said Jyn, opening the door and leading Cass out to the mangled ramp. Before it even managed to hit the runway, a medic team was already bounding up it with a stretcher for Cassian. Cass tried his hardest to fight them off, insisting that he was fine, but he was too weak and eventually allowed himself to be carried off.

The crowd that had formed around the shuttle parted to make way for the medics in quiet deference, many soldiers managing only to rest a hand on Cassian’s shoulder as he was carried by. As Jyn made her own way down the ramp, she saw many of the crowd’s eyes returning to her. She froze at the bottom, the feeling of being prey under the watchful eye of a dangerous predator creeping up her spine.

The silence that had taken hold of the crowd as the injured Captain had been taken away held delicately for a brief second before all she could hear were loud cheers. Through the throng of clapping and cheering rebels, a private struggled his way toward her, squeezing out of the crowd and making his own way to her side.

“Ms. Erso! I’ve been instructed to bring you to General Draven for debriefing!” shouted the private over the cheers of the crowd. “Follow me!”

Jyn allowed herself to be guided through the mass of bodies, many of the soldiers jockeying for a position to clap her on the shoulder or to congratulate her for saving the rebellion. She didn’t know quite how she felt about that; she had mostly just survived Scarif. If anything, the countless soldiers, her friends, who had lost their lives on and around the planet had done more to save the rebellion than she had.

She continued through the hangar bay, the memory of her last time walking these steps, in shackles, only briefly crossing her mind. That felt like it was ages ago, so much had happened since then. Her whole life had changed since then.

The control room was empty, save the General and the private that had led her to him, who quickly dismissed himself after flashing a salute to his senior officer. Draven cleared his throat, and Jyn quickly remembered how annoyed she found herself with him. Despite the cheer that was still evident just outside the hangar, General Dravets wore a grim and humorless expression.

“I don’t know how you did it, Erso, but you did,” said Davits.

Jyn sat there, staring, unwilling to continue the conversation, and the General shifted uncomfortably, “I need you to tell me everything that happened, starting from the moment you and Cassian took off from this base.”

She stood there for a moment, wondering if she could just walk off but the look on Draven’s face let her know that that probably wasn’t a good idea. When it became apparent that she wasn’t escaping from that room until she told him everything he wanted to know she sighed and began to tell her story.

She told him everything, from their plan to set off explosions as distractions, to her, Cassian, and Kaytoo’s infiltration of the base. She didn’t know everything, much of what happened on the beach was a mystery to her, but she felt like she could reasonably guess at how it all happened. She hadn’t allowed herself to dwell on the fate of her friends, her family, since she had made it off the planet. The memory of them hit her in the gut with as much force as a blaster bolt, but she refused to show any weakness to Draven.

After several hours, she finally finished filling in the rebel intelligence chief on her and her compatriots’ deeds. The man still wore a grimace, but her words appeared to satisfy him. Jyn was beginning to hope that she’d be able to leave and see Cassian in the medical ward before the General coughed, apparently readying to say something important.

“Miss Erso, you have shown a high aptitude for field work,” said Draven, obviously uncomfortable with giving the former criminal and daughter of an Imperial scientist any praise. “And, after the loss of most of our agents in the past few weeks, we find ourselves in dire straights during one of our most tenuous hours.”

Jyn cocked an eyebrow, “What’re you saying?”

“What I’m saying,” sighed Draven, resigning himself to the offer he was about to make, “Is that we have a mission for you. If you agree, you’ll be commissioned as an officer in Alliance Intelligence.”

“What about Cassian?” asked Jyn.

“You’d work directly with the Captain,” said Davits. “If you wanted, of course. Medical tells me he’ll be out for at least a week, so he won’t be available for this mission, but once he’s out, you’ll work with him.”

“What’s the job?”

“You’ll need to agree to join first.”

Jyn walked into the room in the medical wing as silently as she could. The doctors had said that he’d just come out of surgery and would likely be out for hours to come, but she was determined to be there when he came to. It didn’t matter, however, as Cassian’s smile greeted her when she rounded the corner.

“I hear you should be saluting me, Lieutenant Erso,” said Andor, with an amount of sarcasm Jyn had thought previously impossible for someone with so many different drugs in their system. “Congratulations, Jyn.”

Jyn gave her injured friend an equally sarcastic salute as she took a seat next to his bed, “I suppose you’re to thank for giving them the idea?”

“I might’ve mentioned something in one of my last reports,” said Cassian, trying to suppress a grin. “So, what’s the job?”

“Top secret, I’m afraid,” said Jyn, laughing at the disappointed look Cassian responded with. “You’ll just have to get one of your contacts to tell you.”

Jyn looked around at the large private room, or, at least large for a military hospital. Cassian, sensing her thoughts, chimed in, “Being a Captain in the Alliance and a veteran of Scarif has its perks, I guess.”

At that moment, a medical droid popped into the room, moving towards Cassian’s side, “It is time to take some more meds, Captain.”

The droid began pressing buttons on a console next to Andor’s side, “This round is quite the doozy, sir. You’ll be unconscious within the minute.”

“Wait, could you give me just two-” but Cassian’s eyes were already starting to roll back into his skull, the clouds of medicine dragging him into unconsciousness.

Jyn, a little startled at the abruptness of the droid’s appearance and how quickly it knocked out Cassian, sat in her chair, wary of the droid turning its attentions on her.

“You’re approved to stay in this room as long as you’d like, Lieutenant Erso,” said the droid. “Just make sure you don’t disturb the patient, I’d to have to sedate you as well.”

The droids eerie laughter followed it out of the room, leaving Jyn with an unconscious Cassian Andor. Her exhaustion hit her almost immediately, but she took a moment to give Cass a long look. Covered in bandages and bruises the way he was, he was almost unrecognizable as the ruggedly handsome spy that she had met not too long ago. Almost.

Jyn shrugged off her jacket to use as a blanket, there was certainly an extra blanket lying around but she found herself unwilling to leave Cass’s side, and she maneuvered herself into as comfortable a position as she could manage in her chair. Sleep was not far behind.

“Lieutenant,” a voice called out from the darkness. “Eltee.”

Her shoulder was nudged, and her eyes blinked open, a figure coming into focus. Jyn started up but found her hand entangled in Cassian’s. When did that happen?

“Lieutenant, I’ve been instructed to collect you,” said the figure, a redheaded woman in a flight suit. “Your team is ready to move out.”

“Is it?” asked Jyn, stretching as she got up. “And who might you be?”

“Talla, Ria Talla. I’m your pilot,” said Ria, snapping off a smart salute. “You’ll meet the rest at the ship, ma’am.”

“Of course,” said Jyn, returning Ria’s salute. She moved with Ria toward the door before taking a second to give Cass a final glance, committing the image to memory. “I guess we should get off to Tatooine, then.”

#Holy crap #This took forever #I'm sorry?#I hope it turned out well #Star Wars #Rogue One #Fanfic #Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #RebelCaptain #I wrote a thing #I hope y'all like it!

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leftwizardbarbarian-blog · 5 years

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Witte krodde : Thlaspi arvense

categorie : kamerplanten en bloemen

Goed te herkennen aan – de 4-tallige witte bloemetjes en – de bijna ronde breed gevleugelde vlakke vruchtjes

. . . . AlgemeenWitte krodde is een niet behaarde geelgroene eenjarige plant van 15 tot 50 cm hoog en is algemeen voor- komend. Je kunt witte krodde vinden op open, vochtige, voedselrijke, liefst omgewerkte grond zoals akkers,…

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#akkers #bermen #knoflook #mei #mosterd #trossen #wit #witte krodde

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[HM] The Stone-Age of Enlightenment

The year; 66 Million B.C.

September 23rd. Just after lunch, central standard time.

Three Neanderthals- Ogg, Grunk, and Louie were hunting mammoths and discussing the new sport that was taking the caves by storm. Ogg was filling the other two in on the details of the game, as they did not have DVR at the time, and in those days, most folks didn't know how to set their VCRs to record at a specific time.

Ogg - "...so Nuknuk snap the egg and pass to Krodd. Krodd make break for endzone, but great winged monster come down from sky and carry him away, and him drop it before he can score."

Grunk - "Mmm. What happen, then?"

Ogg - "What mean? He fumble. It turnover."

Louie, known to be sort of the tribe grump, was thoroughly unimpressed with the game Ogg described.

Louie - "Hmm. Sound stupid. That never catch o- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

[Thud]

Ogg and Grunk turned around and realized that Louie had simply vanished into thin air.

Grunk - "Hey, where he go?"

Ogg rolled his eyes.

Ogg - "Typical. Him owe me five rocks. Now him nowhere to be found."

Grunk peered down into the gorge next to where they had been walking.

Grunk - "Nah. Me found him. Louie down there."

He gestured towards the bottom of the ravine, where Louie's crumpled, mangled corpse lay, silent and motionless on the jagged rocks below.

Ogg - "Oh. Him okay?"

Grunk threw a large stone down towards the body, which caved-in what was left of Louie's skull. He did not appear responsive.

Grunk - "Hmm... Me not think so. Him having blood, like woman."

Ogg grunted in dissaproval.

Ogg - "That sexist, Grunk."

Grunk rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Grunk - "Sorry, that my father talking. How hell Louie down there, when he just up here second ago?"

For several minutes, Ogg, deep in thought, stroked his beard- which had long ago coalesced into a single matted, casteroides tail-like dreadlock. There was an audible dial-up noise as he attempted to piece together the facts of this most perplexing mystery.

Suddenly, he had an epiphany:

Ogg - "Eureka! Me have theory."

His curiosity piqued, Grunk inquired;

Grunk - "What theory?"

Ogg continued;

Ogg - "Bear with Ogg on this- Big rock under feet very big, right?"

Grunk considered this for a moment. The big rock they lived on was indeed quite large.

Grunk - "Me suppose so. What point?"

Ogg did his best to articulate his new, ground-breaking notion:

Ogg - "Okay: Suppose big rock have great mass. Much bigger than Louie. Since big rock have big mass, it somehow attract objects with small mass through sort of physical force, make objects go down, like when sky cries, and voilà- Now Louie down there."

Grunk furrowed his monobrow, though it was obscured by his bulbous, super-Saiyan 3-like forehead.

Grunk - "Hmm... That novel concept, but you not follow scientific method, so is not really theory, technically speaking."

Ogg scoffed, indignant at this preposterous accusation. How dare Grunk, a college drop-out, call his flawless methodology into question?

Ogg - "What you mean me not follow scientific method?"

Grunk elaborated:

Grunk - "Well... To have theory, must peform experiments. Take measurements. Record and analyze data to reach conclusion. Then it theory. What you have hypothesis."

Ogg stared blankly at Grunk for several moments. His eyes narrowed. Then, without any warning at all, Ogg whacked Grunk in the back with his club, knocking him into the canyon to meet with his terrible doom.

Grunk - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE! OGG YOU BUTTHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE..! "

[Thud]

Ogg peered downward into the chasm and grunted once more.

Ogg - "Hmm. Now it theory... Bitch."

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