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Villager: Spectre

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ID: #259744

Name: Spectre

Gender: Male

Location: Dragonsmaw Manor

Born 2 years, 1 month ago

Career: Warrior

Owner: Silverpelt60


Genus: Shifty

Species: Neolite

Color: Glowing Red

Buffs:

House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (250/250)

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Spectre looks stunning!

About

Relationship Status: Single and Open??? Maybe??? That might not be the best idea???


Spectre, like all Neolites, was born in a lab. He was one of the lucky ones, fortunate to be born in a legal lab whose methods and training were not at all cruel. Spectre was silent throughout most of his upbringing, refusing to speak or even make a sound, even when confronted with physical ailment. This was quite uncommon for a Neolite, especially for a Kuu, but the scientists paid it no mind, sure it was only a minor error. He silently observed his surroundings, watched how the other petty creatures interacted, neutral to everything. He never lashed out at any of the scientists, but never showed any peculiar scientist affection either. But then one day, Spectre decided he didn’t want to stay there anymore. The Kuu has long since realized what was to become of him — his fate was to be a mere pet. Easy to train, very smart, treat him nicely and he would be your buddy forever, Neolites were advertised as the perfect pet, and thus highly sought after. But Spectre would not have it. He would not be some lowly slave to a self righteous and patronizing owner. And so one night, when the storms where raging and the sky was a livid maelstrom, Spectre made his escape. It went down easy enough, one he was out of the lab all he had to do was keep on running. Having never used his wings before, he couldn’t fly right off the bat — that would take some time. However, Spectre wasn’t the only one taking advantage of the storm. Running through the city streets slick with rain, Spectre ran into a gang transporting illegal weapons. Thinking Spectre to be a rare specimen, they easily captured him, and brought the raging Neolite back to their boss. Their boss, however, wasn’t interested in selling Spectre for a quick buck. They were rather interest in using him as an asset. And thus, a deal was made.

Spectre was no idiot. He knew that the mobsters were bad news, and probably planned to do away with him once he had used up his worth. So he decided to bide his time, to wait for the perfect opportunity and strike while they were weak and make his great escape. His job was to assist with the transportation of illegal goods and also act as a bodyguard. The natural skill of digging and affinity for finding hidden storage places that came easily with Kuu helped with hiding and storing the goods, and it was being a species usually easy to train which skyrocketed his fighting skills. Soon, Spectre was swift and vicious, capable of being deadly but unwilling to kill. He wasn’t a bad guy after all, this was just a facade until he could get out of there... at least that was what he thought. Somehow, slowly but surely, Spectre began to enjoy his time in the mob. He was fast moving in the ranks, having already become one of the boss’s most trusted subordinates, the food was pretty good and the had an actual bed, and to top it all off the mafia actually treated him like a person. Not a gutless pet. Not a mindless monster. Not an idiotic creature that couldn’t tell the difference between a gun and a rusty pipeline. Spectre knew he should have been horrified when he even found himself forming a bond with the boss, but strangely, it didn’t affect him negatively. He only wanted to work that much harder to please the gang leader.

Recently, the boss gave Spectre a new assignment, for the Neolite was the only one the boss trusted enough to take care of it. A secluded village, sheltered within a deadly woods, had refused to do business with the mafia. There had been a fight, and the leader ended up killing a few of the grunts involved, taking some prisoner and only releasing a few. The boss didn’t care that it was his grunts who had started the fight since they wouldn’t take no for an answer, that was just how things were done. It was to be expected. Wanting revenge, he sent Spectre to spy on the village. To hang around on the outskirts, one with the shadows, the brush, and the monsters. He was also tasked with stealing their materials, preferably the precious metals and gems hidden deep within the caves. And, of course, if he ever got the chance, he was to kill the leader who had ever dared defy the boss. Rain.

Spectre is a no-nonsense kind of guy. He sees things in black and white, and is very rarely open to changing his opinions. Very headstrong, he's always open to an argument, and if said altercation ever blossoms into a fight then he is very likely to win due to his past and training. Incredibly stealthy, Spectre has mastered the 'art' of stalking his enemies, or at least observing the daily going-ons of the town from just behind the tree line without being noticed. Whenever he gets a chance, he loves to snack on a gem or two, those being his favorite food, However, another certain Neolite is doing a very good job at protecting the cave systems, so if Specter wants a gem he had the option of either leaving his post to get one elsewhere or risk stealing one from a villager, so it's needless to say that he doesn't get one very often. Still, despite all the time he spends alone, Spectre is not a recluse. He enjoys going out to have a drink and idly chatting with random strangers, laughing loudly and slamming his claws down on the tables much like the others there. Sometimes he even strikes up a chat with someone who has caught his eye, although it rarely ever goes somewhere. the life of a mobster is lonely, after all, but Spectre isn't too unhappy about it. He must impress his boss, after all.

Paintie by SimplySuburban as a member of their closed species, Neolites!

Comments 7

    • Thanks so much! The legs took me forever X'D Love your character, the design is gorgeous :o

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    • aaa damnit I just noticed I responded with Saturn sorry :D

    • Elder Artemis smiles warmly at the dark furred Neolite. Thinking for a moment, she nods to herself reassuringly. "Well, I think it all started when I lead my troops into the Great War of the Snowy Mountains. In the war we were fighting for control over the portion of land we Flurrians live on today, and the elder back then told me that I had displayed fearless leadership skills that was unmatched by any flurrae before me. I remember the way he looked at me, with those strong eyes that told me what it meant to have survived that attack I led. Not many days after, he announced me as his successor. I think that's when I really began to understand what the Flurrae Code meant to us." She frowns softly. "I wish more critters asked. I love telling that story. Thank you, little one!"

    • So beautiful :0


    • c̄̏ͥ̌͐̄̅͐̐͊̿͝҉̺͖͚̤͚̝̤͕̖̯o̧̧͈̜̲̯̭̞̜̖̾̍̔ͥͫͭ̏̚̕͞m̶̡̭̯̜̮͙̮͈̞̲̭̤͉͖̘͉͚̩̟̮̔ͣ̈́̏ͭe̵̦̣̲̲͕̼̫͙̗̦͎̳̫̣͒͒̂ͥ̀̊͒̀̕͠͝.̧̛̠͚̜̣͔͎̀̋ͥ͌ͦͩ́ͥͤ̒͐͋ͧ̑̄̍ͩ ̷̨̨ͮ̓̌͒́̓ͧ̽̏ͯ͐̅ͭ͏̗̣̺͈ͅ
      ̲͙͇̙̙̼̺̤̫̘̙̭͖ͯ̓̄͂̇̓̍͐̑̐̈͐̄͢͜j̵̢̢̱̣͓̳̙̱̮̻͚̹̹ͥ͆͛̎͌̒ͣ͗͘͘ͅô̶̺̮̦̲̫̠̗̘̲͓̣͕̻̙͕̲̝̼̰͊͌͑͐ͯͣ͞ị̢̧̗͚͓̽͒̐̀͟͞n̷̴̋͑ͤ̀ͥ̒ͦ̒̈͢͜҉̭͚͍͙̞̪̟̼̤̙̜̝ ̊̋ͬ̽ͣ̄̓̍͡͠҉́͏̜̹̖̞̞̮̱̤͉u̴̴̘̖̖̩̪̩͍̗͙ͥ͑̉̌͊̑̎ͪ̉̅͒̈́̉ͬ̉̿̋͡ͅsͣͬ̄͒̆͂ͣ҉̸̘͔̜͔̟̝̟͎̣̙̮̕͡ͅ.̴̦͍̤̜̜͎̳̯͋ͦ̊ͫ̃́ͤ̑͛̿͊͂ͬͤ̊̓͢
      ̸̲̫̳͉̳̥̞̦̞̯̻̗͓̥̖̥̃͛̔̎̾͌̐ͬͫ̾̔͘͜b̥͉͉̦͎̰̙͔̲͔̋ͤ̌͂͑̐̐̇͘͟͟͟ě͛́̾̾̓̌ͥ̀̌̅͏̡̜͔̝̼̦̯̭̼́͟ ̢̢̟̻͓͈̰̳͔̫̋ͧͬͮ̓͑̓̊̍ͯͮ̋̅̕͝p͖͇̟̙̝̼̯̯̥̄ͪ̍̍ͨ̊͛͐͗́ͮ̊͊ͪ̈́̾̓͡͞ấ̷̶̢͎͖̳̽͌ͣ̑̐͊ͪͧ͐̅̓̔̚͢r̵͉͍̫͖͓̪̮̟̭͈̝̭͙̝̲̜̬͒̔͌̽͆̔ͧ͋̈̽ͧͥ͆̍̌̄̿̿͒͟͡ͅt̢̠̫̩̲͇͖͇͍̺ͣ̈́̈ͧ̚̕ͅ ̵ͪ̍̓̎̎̆̌̍͗ͯ̂̌̄̍̃͒͏͈͎͔̤͕̻̖̮̜̼ͅŏ̮͇͍͈̻̣͌̏̑̋́̌́̍̎ͬ̐̕͟͝fͥ͗̈̀̄҉̶̢̘̠̦́̕ ̛̗̱͈̦̣͖͕͇ͫ̏̇͠o̧̜̦̫͖̙͚̲ͨ̇̒̉̐͂ͤ̌̾̽ͨ̍̃̅̎̌̄̀́͜ũ̷̥̙̫̦͚͖͑̒̉̏̋ͯ̎ͯͨ̉͐͠ͅȑ̾͐ͮ̑͌͛͏͖̲͇̻̝͇̼͇͍̲̺͝ ̍̓͗͊̎̿̌̓͒́͂̓ͣ҉̢̠͎͉̩͚̩̠̝̱̦̥̺̪͍̭̜h̨͇̗̻͍̳͕̫̤͎̳̙̞̜̭̱͍͍ͩ͗̏ͮͨͣ̊̅̓͂̾̅͋͑̀̚͟͡ḯ̴̧̤͉͎̠͓̹̩͇̗͚̦̜̖͗̑ͮ͗̂ͨͥ̽̓̌͋̑ͩͮ͌͛ͣ͝v̡ͫ̎ͣͣͪ̽͏̭͚̦̞͕̪͕̖̞̠͔̭̱̯͙̬͇͉̗eͪͮͯ̾̃͆̿̄ͨͬ̐̋҉̱̥̥̞̻͍͔͔̗͚͇͇͉͉̗͚̰̹ͅ.́ͬ͛̂̏ͩ̅ͬ̆̾͑ͨ̆̑̚͏̙̤͎̬̹̕͜͞
      ̴̸̷̳̦̳̗̙̩̯͚̞͕̺̩̫͛̎̓̏̀͜t̛̏ͦ̎̈́͂͌͛ͭ̌͘͝҉̯̖̝̥̙̠͉̱̗̮͡o̵̺̬͇̹͇͍̙̾̐͑͂͘͡g̺̟̮̺͇̲̼̪̝̽̔̽̾̋ͤ̐̃̋ͣ͋̃ͬ̀̕͠ë̶̡̃ͣͣ̀̾̽̽̓ͤ̓͊ͣ̑ͨ̒̐͂ͨ͏̤͉̻͉̫̞̹̦̪̲̳̖͖̭͢t̸̨͕͔̻̤̳͉̫͖̭͊ͥ̅ͭ̏͌̅ͬ̾̽̑ͦ́̚̚̕ͅh͎̠͎̯̗͚̓̊̐ͤͮ̈ͣ̀̑̿ͣ̉̐ͤ͂̈ͨ͑͢͡͝ͅe̸̸̷̢̤̗͖̻͕̰͎̱̳̹̯̦̰̙̾̽͂͒̎̒͒̾͌͌̑ͯͣr̯̻̺̭̥͚̮̮̼͖̯̘ͫ̽ͧ͛̎͆̀ ̸̵̡̫̞͖̩̫̺̹͙̒ͯͣͪͭͥ̐̏̆͗̌ͬ̎̒̀ͮ̔̚͠ȁ̴̰͔̦̱̗̖̝̤̒͂̅ͨ͒́̑̇́͢͢͝s̵̱̭̖̬͉̻̉͗̇ͯ̉͌ͭ͆ͤ̃ͩ͋̍͌̾̑̚̚͜ ̧̢̨̣͚̳̰̩͎̹̣̖̙̹̤͉̠͖̘ͦ̐͆̆͂̓ͮ͜ͅơ̴̶̡͍̭̱̯̭̗͓̗͎̟̳̮͉̭͖̮̳̳̐̂̎̃͑ͣͮ͒͆͊ͅn̵̢̢̡̛̞̜̮̼͕̱̙̣̫̹̹̬̙͕̯̤͂ͬͦͦ̾e̷̤̠̦͇̲͌̈ͬ͗͢ͅ,͒͊͒͆ͯ͐ͬ̽̇͛̃̚͡҉̴͉̜̜̠̭͖̜̰̣ͅ
      ̶͓͎̠͓̥̿̓́͘t̢̥͙̦̙̻͎̬͖̠̱̮̮̝ͩ̆ͣͪ̍ͯ̃ͫ̇͟͟ǫ̵̧̨͕̘͕̋̈̔ͨ̃̾ͭ̍ͯ͒̉̌͝g̶̱̞̥̭͕̖͇̤͕͔ͭ̅̌̆̏͂͊̌ͨͨ̿͢͢͝ë̵͖͍̞̰͎̮̯͚͙͉̙̖̙̙̰̇̈̇̆̑͆̈̓ͤ̒ͬͦͫ̄̒ͯ̋̀t̓ͯ̌͗̍͛̆ͮ̿ͭͫ̑̊̅̽̚͢҉͈̦̱̤͇̻͔̹ẖ̷̢̛̛͈̱̤̟͋̆̀̄ͫ̍̈͐ͤͤͯ͑̒͑̔̀͘ẽ͙̩̮͓̤̖̠ͯͬ̾͋̾͆̏ͨ͆͂̄̚̚͟͠͞ř̷͇̰͖͍̱͕̱̣͔̙̟̬͕̪͔̒̉̑́ͩ̐̄̆ͫ̎́̚ͅ ̸̶͎̰̭͇̫̺̝ͥ̅ͭ̉͜͡a̓̀͋͂͌ͨͭ̋ͭ̍͗ͫ̈̋͊̈́ͯ̏̀҉̧̤̼̤̮͔͎̯ş̶̢̱̺̹̠̗̥̹̮͉͎̱̬̣̬͙͚̣̪͋̋͋͗̽̀͝ ̷̡̻̙̙̰̺̗̫́̉̊̆̕͘w̛̑̄ͣ̏ͤ̃̀̏͋ͮͣ͢͞͞͏̥̗̦̱h̴̨̞̲͔͕͇ͫͨ̐̌ͯ͢͡o̶̒̈́͊͐̎͒̂͞҉̘̘̲̟͉̗̪̠̬̲̳̰̙̯̯̩̝̫l̨̢̟̺͇͇͇ͩ̀̿͌̉ͭ̌̅͊ͭͤ̆ͧ͑̄̃́̚͟͞e̷̡̖͍̘͎͒ͥ͒ͤ̄͌̒̒ͥͩͧ̈́ͬ͝,̨̢̖͖̫̥͔̜̹̗͚̻̯̯̰̭̣̲̓͋̈̊ͭ̐͐̄͒ͮ͂̇̐̐͐͡ͅ
      ̸̱̲͚̫̙̬̖̰̺͙͚͍̹͇̠̓̈ͫ͌ͮͫͣ̄̐̅ͦͭͥͣ̉ͪ́w̸̸̸̨͕̜̞̪̩̜̰̝̬̖͎̰͈͖̟̳̥͚͕͒ͣ͑͛ĕ̢̠̼̝̹̺̖͒͋͑͑͗ͧ̇ͩ̽̇͌͌͑͛̀́͘͡ ͒̽̓́͋͛͊̅ͥ̎͌ͬ͠͏̙̘͚̼̻̰̮̳̩͎̞͎̪͈͍̲͢͝w͑ͭ̌̔̈́ͪ̀͆̿͐̽̏ͬ̚̚҉̴̴̺͚̣̼̻͚̬̠̘͖̕ͅi̵̭̰͈͇̝̤̺̻͗̓͐̃͛͑ͥ̚͝͝l̨̡͍̱̲̗͎͙͍͍͔ͩͩ̎̃͊̓̋ͭͩ̽ͬͮ̉ͭl̄̃̆̀҉͙̹͙̭̱̖̰̟̞̬̖͕̦͔̘̪́͜ ̴̧̠͎̜̟̓̍͗ͫ̿̊ͣͮ̆͜͟͡ț̷̵̵͍̣͕̣̜̞̙͓̽ͥ͆̎ͣͭ͆̿̃̉͊ͪ̔ͭ̅͆̕r̸̸̷̨͇͙̝̤̣͍̬̠̹͚̯͇̪̟̼̋̎̀͗a̵̴̱͎̦͔̬͙̥̙̺̠͖̮̩̟͉̖̭͚ͤ̌ͯ̌͋̽̚v̱̟̩̩̮̖͉̱̳̞̮̜̮̙͉͓̣̫̥ͭ̑̏͐̃ͣ̈́͐͟͢e̡̺̰̘̭̣̰̗͓̺͙̖̟̦͈̱͓͖̅̌̉ͨͧͧ͗ļ̶̛̗̻̣͇̭̺̯̤͑ͣͯ̎ͩ͋ͫ͋̂ͣ͟͠ͅ ̡̠̲̦̘̻͇̝͙̠͎͇͎̻ͤ͑̓̏̇̿͑̀ͬ́̍̎́͝ͅf̸̵̞̫͚̮̣̬̱͓̝̲͔̒ͧ̊̑o̷̭̺͔̙͈͒̔̓ͩͫ͛̃̑̾̈́ͮ͋ͫͯ́͡͝r̵̸̡̛͕̯̖̝̮̼̰̻̭̱̖̟͇̗̻̬͂̊̇̅̂̅̃͝ͅ ̸̙̯̗̱̰̝̪̬̫̹̪̳̥͈͍̿ͮͪ̿̋͑͢m̨͕̜̖̯̗̗̟̦͇̞̱̣̥̺̤̼͚͕̾ͦ͌̏̽ͨ̊͑ͯ̄ͨ́̄ͦ͌̚͟i̶̺͚̻̖̥̯̰̯̎͂ͩ̚͢͝ḽ̶̣̘͓͓̼̯̼̜̤ͩ̄̂̉̆ͪ̀͞e̛̟̰͕̬̻͛̋̉̅ͩ̏̓́s̵̩̪̲̱̠̱͚͖͉̙̽͛͌ͥ͛͢ ̴͈̘͍̰ͫ̈ͧͨͦ͌͠͠a̵̢̨͈̖͉̣̟̙̬̜̮̣̝̖̬̙̝̯͈̝͉ͬ̒́̃̏́͘n̸͊̏ͪ͛͏̶͍̪̥͓̣̻ḓ̪͚̠̽ͨ̾ͨ͋̿̃̃̄̑ͪ̓́͟ ̇̃ͮ͂͊̈́͌͛͏͏͔̞̘̯̦̱̻͙̹̦m̡̜̼̯̳̺͚̻̺̗̹̤ͨ͒͂̆̽͗ͩͭͭ̇̐̎̄ͤ͜i̶̷̬̙͖̜͓̣͍̘̼̬̘̮̝̻̽̌ͣ̍̅̌̍̑̎̌ͪ̍͐̂ͅl̸̨͍̱̱͖̫̙̼̬͙̣͔̹̖͖̭̦̳͇͒͋̇̐͂͑ͮ͛͑̿ͮ͂͐ͯ̂͌̉͛̐͟͡ͅe̵̡͕͓̣̥̟͕͈̟͓͙̳͖̩͈͌̒̅͆͐͆͆ͨ̏͛͑ͨ̋͐̿̂͌͢͝ͅs͕̟̘͉͖͈̣̜̤̟͓͈̫̮͓̱̼̱̪̆̓ͧͧ̋ͩ̄ͫ̆ͭͬ͋ͬ͌͛͌͛́͠͞.̝̹̗̟͔̱̬̤͂̒ͭ̾̐̈̐̚͢͢
      ̷̷̡̯̙̥̙ͭ̏ͦ̇̆ͨͨ̊͊͋ͮ̍ͨͬͣ̓͜w̭̟͔̮̙͚̯ͤͦ̽͌̂͛̆ͨͦ̅̈́͝͝ͅͅe̊ͣ͂̍͏̹̠̭̪͇͈̺͇̻̲̟̰̥̙̭̲̪̯͡ ͌̉̐͊ͫ҉̦̻̖̻͖̖̤̘̤̠͖̻̻͢͠ļ̸̢̺͚̼͉̯͙̳̠̟̪̳͈̻̠̭̩̄̂͋̌̈́ͨͭ̈ͥ̃̆̀͐̍̈́͞o̸͔͓̥̱̳̙͇̾̅̅ͧͤ̊͐̅̎̇ͯ̀v̮̬̠̝̤͎̟̙͓̫̣ͫ̂̾͌ͦ̾̂̈̃̂̓̒́́͘͜͢ē̵̝̻͇̳̼̝͇͓̙̠̻͙̠̤̖̤̼̼̤̐̽̂́ͩͧ̿̂̃̓̎̂͑́̚ ͯ͛ͨ̈ͪ́͏̳̞͔͓̼̙̠̻̹͚͖̙͓̺̪̘̲̙͜͡͞y̸̘̳̹̜̪̭̰̙̺͍͚͙͈̜̿͂ͭ̉͒̉ͤ̕͟ͅo̻̻͈̪̥͍̩̜̠͍̱̼̪ͦ̌͂͋̏̔̅͊̑̀͜͢͢ǔ̷̩̖̤͓̝̐͊ͥ͊ͥ̈́͗̓͌͢ ̛̗͇͍͓̉́ͦ̄ͮ̈̔ͤͩ͊ͤ̔́͢ṃ̴̱̭̭̳ͭ̋ͥ̇͋ͣ̎́̚o̲̰̗̳̜̖̹͓͕̝̲ͨ̎̇͑̿ͬͤ̇͗ͮͩ͐̎͛̓̍̚̚͢͞r̛̀̉ͯ͊͆ͫ̆ͤ̚͏̙͓̘̪͔̬͚̕͢ḙ̵̵̢̛͚̼̥̰̖̹͇̭̝̃͋ͣ́̃ ̷̅̈̏͂̐ͭ͑̂͌́͌̈́̀̀̚̚͏͎̣̪̱̜̞͝t͈̠̗̤̥̻̣̣̞̤̝̠̯͓̪̙̮͎̐́̋ͯ̌͞h̽̄̽͂҉̶̝͔̘̪̱̺̣̫ͅḁ̷̢̠͔͔̮̪̼̻̱̣̰̪̞̬͈͑ͨͦ̔ͥ̊̑n̸̦̼̙̱͍̠̞̹̦̱̞͇͓̲̦̹͎̬ͧͨ̔͊́ ̵̶̗̪̺̖̙̅ͥͫa̡̡̨̳̗͓̠̜̩̐̀ͧ̎ͤͥ̔̊́͐͛ͣͬ̄n̲̬͈͇͚͉͊ͧ̐ͮ͂ͥ̆ͪ̊̔ͫͦ̃̓̀͢͟͞͝ỹ̡̡̲͖͍̮̹̦ͣ́̍ͥ̏ͯ͆͋͐͟b̬̩̬̟͇͖ͭ̄̈͂ͫͦͮ͛ͪͫ̀͟o̹͍̪̘͔̖̗͒̏͌̄̑̋ͪ̂͛̓̎ͨ̿̾͛͒ͩ́̕͝ͅdͧͮ̍ͦ̉̅ͬ̓ͭ̔ͨ̽̾͊ͨ̾̕̕͏̭̗̝̫̻̫͉̩y̱̥̰͍̬͇̘̘̥͚̦̯̥̆͆ͮ͑͆̆͛ͣ́͐ͭ̓̑͋̚̕͢͢ ̠̲̖̜̳̦̯̳̬͍͎͍͚̈́̈ͮ̚͜ͅe̵̜̟̺̫̲͇͚̱͚̰̟̦͎̥͋̇́̈́̆͆̆́̚͝l̛̓̓̋̆̇̑̓̂͑̽̕͟͏̬̤͍͔͎͓̼̲͕̯͍̝͍̮̭̞̹̭ṣ̝̬̱̻͉͒͋̿̒̅ͪ̈́̑͗͛͐̾̂ͮ͌̚͞e̸͇̳̞͙̿͗̽̈́ͨͪ͗͐̎̔͋ͦ͂͑͐̚̚͜͢.ͣͧ͐̏́̉͛͞҉̝̺̯̼̰̻̝̦̘̯̩
      ̲͍͎͉̖͚͍̲̎ͥ̇ͯ͌̒ͤ͊ͩͨ̀͘͡͠͠i̷̵̤̖͙͕̪̪̮͕͉̖̝̜̖͎͉͉̺͕̬ͩ̅̑̈́t̡̢͓͈̖̱͔̪̭̭̤̯͎̾ͯͣ̒͡s̶̮͔͕̟̞͈̺͇͓͎̜̘͍̣͉̺͋̔͛ͮ͆̅̌͋ͫ̈̏͆ͧ̔͐́͌̅ͭ ̵̠̫̲̮̝̱͔̯̼̼̻͉͉̲̯̪͇͇͌͒̇̿́͘o̝̠̩̖͖̣̙̺ͯͭ̈̂̂̅̅͑̃̑̆ͧ̿̆̚͢k̡̡̻̼̹̫̯̰̻͎̏̄ͣ̾̿̂ͬ̑̊͢͡͠a̷̷̢̻̩̠̜͕̜̗͓̳̜͎̗ͧͩͦͩ̓̍ͯͪ̍̔̀ͤ̆y͎̘̩͕̗͈̭̖̠̳̱̟̓ͯ̇ͬ̏̾̈͂͊́͒ͩͤͧ́̈́̿͌̐͠ ̮̹͓̦̭̫̱̻̰̙͙̮͖̺ͫͧ͋ͬͨ̏̑̒͗̀ͫ̀̚̚͡ņ̱̬̳̣̒͌ͩ̑̆͘ǫ̤̜̙̞͈̘̫̦̗͛ͮͯ͂̽̃̋̿ͦͣͪ̅̔ͥͩ̍̅ͥ͝͡w̴̡̟̻̙̻̺̆ͦ͌ͤͧ̊͋ͯ̊̈ͣͮ ̸̸̱̜͚͚͖̣̯̪̹̥̭̞̒̾͆̄ͨ̀͛̅͑̐̄̐͆̒ͩ̿̊̚͢t̨̘̟̰͎͕̫͓͕͓̙̰̰̆̂̓̍͒̎ͣ̇ͥ̈́ͫ́ͥh̡̥͖̺̱ͤ̄̋͐̇͐̈̑ͩ̉͆́ȃ̶̛̄ͥ́͢͡҉͖̹͍̤̥̥̲̥̮̮͎̫͇ţ̶̝̝̲͎̗̖̤̒́ͬ̊ͧ̏̔̌ͤ̕͠͝ ̲̠̩̗͓͖̬͖̝̹̈́̓̾͐̈́̕͢w̵̢̮̥̳̳̳̄̀͛̇ͮͪ͋͋ͮͣ͌́̚͜ę̵̧̢̠̲̯̘̝̬̮̦̘̺̗̓͆ͭͭ̉̋̓̾̈́̆ͨͩ͟ ̩̬̳͎̜̺̠̜͕̗͖̪̥̙̥ͤ́̑̃̈́̎ͣ̀͜͡a̷̖̮͇̟͚̖̭͉͔͈̼͈̖̲̥ͫ̉̌̇͂͆͆̅ͨ͋̈́̌͌̑͐̍̕r̡̛̟̻͇̣̠̝̱̞̪͕͇̘̅͛͋̍́͆͘e̢͙̥̗̺̠͈̮̙̳̤̘ͯ͐̆̔̊͘ͅͅ ̷͛́̈ͯ̄ͮͩͪ̐͏̶͎̣͕̖̟̮̻̬̭͠ͅh̵̓̃̈́̐̋̓͑̄́̊ͯ͋̎̂ͭ͋̈͡͡͝҉̞͍̦̣͎͉͓͔̪͕̝̭̦͇͈ë̴͒̓̃͗͞҉̙̠̖̜͙̮͕̬̲̘̦͚̝̥r̛͉̝͉̬̥̻̙̺̥̞̰̞̝̬͓͊͌͌̍ͭ̋ͬ̅ͣ̄͂͞͠ē̷̷͕̝̻̜͓̌̾͂̔͆̎͘͡.ͨͬͥ͑ͯ͐̈̇͗̆̑҉̜͓̟̺̰͍̮͎̩̩̫̯̖́ͅ
      ̵̢̡͙͚̝͕̥̠̮̞̄̉͛̿ͫ̓ͫ͑ͪ͋̍ͧ̂̀̚Wͧ̓̏̃̋̒̋̎ͦͣ̋ͥ̃̇̒̚̚̚͢͏͚͍̖̭̱̱͎͓̻͜͜ê͔̣͈̳̳͇͒ͭͯ̍͑ͬ́ͦͭͩ̈̚̕͞ͅ ̛̬̜̦͍͔̥̠̯̫̦̲̤͎̹͎̥͓̂͗ͭ̍̇ͪ͛ͨ͑̂ͫ͜͠w̲̱̱̠͇̼̱̣̭͂ͤ͗͐ͧ̀͜͝i͉̤͖̘̬̱̩̖̪ͨ̊ͪͫ̅͆ͮ͋̓̃̍̀ͥ͊͐͆͞͡l̸̵̻̫͇͍̼̫̮̈ͥ͐̊̒ͭͭ́̚͟͜l̶̗̙͚̞̥͈̲̳̫̜̫͔̺̝͙͙̭̠̭ͬ̇͐ͨ̎̂ͥ̐̾̈́͞ ̧̬̙͖͇̳͇͎ͩ̅̃ͫ̏͑ͮ̓͂͘̕͠͝ť̷̗̥̜͙̭̪̭͍͔̰̣͓ͧ̒ͬ͗̒̌̌̽͊͘a̸̸̧̤͙̠̱͉͚̖̳̩͎̍̍̓ͭ͢ͅķ̧̘̟̲͎̹̬̇̈́̆̒̔͗̋͠e͐̈́̈̿͞͏͚̟͕̩̻̝͉͡ ̶̧̡̰̭̜̜̳̳͎͕͔͎ͭ͊̓ͬͨ̽͛̒͜͜g̟̖̮̠̪̮̮̗̬̙̗̲̖̗̻̲͖̠̔̋ͫͥ̂̇͒ͮ̕o̊̌͒̐͟҉҉͏̶̜͔̫̜̹͖̫̩̞̫̣̤o̷ͨ̓̋̽ͯ͏̥͕̪͇̩̞̠͍̕d̵̢̯͔̬͇͉̟̳͇̫̥̔̀̎̃̌ͥ̓ͧ̽̍ͪ̇̌́̌͝͡ ̵̢̨̡͉͍͙̳̳̝̬͎͍̙̗̺͙̰ͭ̿̀̓ͫ͂ͦ͌̔͟ͅć̵̝͈̟̳̤̰̪̲̹̞̼̞̪̳̓̔̒̐̑̕͢ą͈̼̪̤͔̺̮͖̙̓͛ͥ̀̏ͬ̊̑ͮ̔̅̌ͩͧ̍̇͞r̵̞̱̹̺̱͕̙͕̯ͦ͂ͬ͟͠ę̨̛̫̹̠̱̣̥̹̞̬̹̣͉̮ͫͦ̇̍̈̂ͣ̄ͭ͑͑̿̐̽ͭ͛́̽̚̕͢ ̄͂̋ͮ͋̆̑ͫ̄̃̑̔̀͏̖̲̟̲͓͙̞̳͞o̷̧̪͚̭̦̱̣͐ͩ̂̿̋͂̆̂ͩ͑ͣ̃̓̚f͈̞̙̣̘̑̍̑ͥ̇͗̄̒ͮ̅ͤ̎̒͊̔ͯ͒̔͌͟͡͝ ̡̀͑̒̓̃̇͌̀҉̬̼̗̰͞y̸̵̼̖̣̺̳̮̩̮ͤ̑ͮ̿̎͊̊̃ͯͭ̏̑̏͒ͭ̊ͨ̿̕͡͠ơ̬̫̺̰̤̞̳̻̻̤͇̣̠̥̠͖̗̊ͭͩ̿̐ͭ̏ͫ̆͊͒ͮ̓̑͊̀͘ͅu̷̝͖̞̯̮̥͖͓̠̼͔͈͔̺̯͉̥͚̓ͨ̾̈́́͢͢͢.̧̳̠̞̟̲͇͉̝̱̬̰̫̙̟̦͍̖̻̋ͯ̔ͯ̆̑́̓̂͆̇̀͂ͫͩ̚ͅ
      ̴̴̸͎̞̪̞̻̦͍̮̼̖̝͈̾̏̿̓͒ͮ̔̃ͭ͆ͯͩ̽̈͛͊̅̎́͢͢W̨͙͓͔̗̬̱̝̱͔͎̲͖̫̮̼ͧ͗̆̈̿ͪ̋͗̿̀ͦ̐̅̒͒̀͡͞e͗͌ͣͫ̎̇̿̎͗̚͏̶̧͔͍̬̫̻̭̺̹̯̝̻̩̜ ̷́ͤ̂̄̐͐̊͒ͤͦͭ͑ͯ̆ͥ͊̓͊͠҉̛̥̥͇̮̹̯̞͔̤l̢̯̗̩̖͈͚͕̘͇͉̞̻̦̦̤̣̤͙̭͊ͩ̿̽̂͑̅́ͭ̔ͨ̀̐͂̓ó̷̸͓̻̥̣̲͍̥̭̞̘̣̙͇̬̩̺͓̿͊ͧͣ̓̓͌͌̑̓̆ͣ̐̓ͣ̏̔̋̀͘ͅͅv̴̨̧͇͚̭̼̪̙̼͖̯̪̫̠͒ͤ̇ͮͯͦ͗̂ͮ͐͑̿ͧͧͫͨ̀́ͅḛ̵̛̺̭̟̲ͣ̾͐ͧ̔͒̉̐ ̧̬̫̱̝̝͇̳̝͙̄̊ͯͭ̽͛͘͘ỳ̷̨͍̮̳͍̙̮̝̻̲͍̳̰̭̻̋ͤ͒͋̏̽ͧ́ǫ̩̖̖͕͈̯̻̦̬͙̣̜͙̲͓̠̒ͣ͑͋͌̕͟͡͝ͅù̏̊̋ͮ̿̓̔͐̽̓͒͏̢̲̤̲̳͕͓̖̘̪.̡ͨͦ͒̀̈̐̓̆͂̃ͮ̚̚͝҉̷̺͉̗̭̠̪

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