orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 770
Trainer Class: 
Arena Points: 20
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Post by orioncayge on May 15, 2022 12:46:14 GMT 9
It's a nice sunny day in starter town.HRRRRNG. Orion strained and grunted as he dragged an old Koffing shaped charcoal grill out from her shed and onto the back patio. The thing was surprisingly well modeled, with the developers going the extra mile to add that ashy smell and years of neglect dust texture over the whole thing. One of the wheels was seized with rust, whilst the other was absent entirely, forcing Orion to use that ancient Cayge stubbornness and brute force to get it where it needed going. Mom was sitting in one of her chairs, drinking a tall glass of lemonade, she had offered to help him set things up earlier, but he had INSISTED she enjoy the nice sunny day and he'd do all the hard work. "Wow honey! You sure are strong! Just like you dad!" The woman cooed encouragingly. "Do you need me to go grab the silverware and set up the table."
Orion's heart skipped a beat, Maternal affection was something he'd been without for...years. His mother had skipped out on him and his dad, he didn't know where she was, or if she was even alive. It'd broken his father, ruined a proud boxer and left him a shell of a man, and as much as Orion wanted to pretend it didn't hurt, it felt like she didn't want him and that wound sliced through him every time he thought about it. "MOM" was weird, something he wished the developers had left out, but now that he had her he desperately wanted to log in everyday and tell her about her adventures, about his new friends he was making, about how much he missed her when he was gone. She was a bunch of zeroes and ones, filling a very real hole in his metaphysical heart. "Nah mom, I got it. You need some more Lemonade? An umbrella maybe? It is pretty sunny out." Orion replied, plopping the grill down in its designated spot. "No no, thank you though." Her smile lit Orion's world up, and he found himself mimicking her too as he grinned ear to ear. Opening the sliding glass door, Orion pulled out the various things he'd managed to prepare for the event. He'd sent the group message out to everyone he could find in the area of the raid, planning a party in moms backyard to celebrate the beating of various digital asses. He'd managed to scour the game for what he could, it was an all ages game so he couldn't score any digital booze, not like most of the people could get drunk anyways, but things like lemonade and various soda pops were around so he'd managed to just fill a big fuck off cooler with as much as he could. Food was another interesting situation, the game apparently had a grilling mini game that could yield some of your standard BBQ fare, and snacks could be raided from a vending machine. Once he was done, he had a nice spread ready, raiding moms pantry for bowls to put chips in and silverware was easily done and with the cooler stocked he could get to work. Cayge family tradition stated that he who hosted the party (him in this case not mother, she's an angel and does no work) was the grillmaster, so he needed to figure out this grilling minigame before the others began arriving. After cleaning the grill till he could see his reflection, Orion navigated a few menus and watched a brief tutorial. "Oh it's a dancing mini game?" He raised an eyebrow. "This is gonna be fucking easy." With that, Orion did the one thing he truly does best. He grabbed his sick ass Bandanna, tied it around his forehead and started fucking killing it.
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Big Bee
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 685
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Bryan Nautilus
OOC Username: Ladybug
Arena Points: 49
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Post by Big Bee on May 17, 2022 12:11:07 GMT 9
"Hey man! Slick moves!" Big Bee called, pushing his way through the back gate and into the yard. The party was already pumping, even if it was just Orion and Mom. It was mid afternoon, and by all accounts they were still setting up.
Big Bee was wearing his bandana 'party style', a lucky break since his arms were full of baskets of fresh fruit. "I swung by the Canopy on my way here, check out the haul!" he said, dumping the massive pile of mangoes, bananas, pineapples, and various jungle fruits onto the central table, filling most of the space not taken up by Orion's coleslaw. His Pokemon followed him in, each of them weighed down by more of the freshly picked bounty.
"This isn't all going to fit..."
A prompt popped up in the corner of his UI as the game's system generated a dynamic quest for him. Big Bee nodded. This was an easy one."You keep slammin' those beats man, and I'll find up another table, yeah?"
He rushed into the house and headed straight for the pantry. He remembered seeing a folding table behind the boxes of compensatory shoes. A minute later he was back out in the garden, popping the legs into place on the slab of cheap yet sturdy plastic. "Okay, let's dump it all here, instead. Leave the table for savory options!" His Pokemon transferred the fruit to the plastic table, dropping off their own take at the same time. Only Taka was empty handed. "What gives man! We were there for an hour picking fruit for the party!"
"Hungry."
"You ate it all?!"
"Long trip."
"We fast travelled! It was instantaneous!"
Taka didn't have a good response, so he wandered off towards Orion, hoping to snag some of the meat that was dropping from the rhythm game. |
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Bergamot Gristleborg
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Muddy Girl
Mythstar
Posts: 403
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Chryssa Glasgow
OOC Username: M00K
Arena Points: 37
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Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on May 17, 2022 23:46:20 GMT 9
"Hello, Mother," Bergamot said, sailing in the door like a multimillion-dollar yacht. She waved the woman off with a white-gloved hand. "Yes, I already know about Father. Died in a border skirmish. Tragic.""You know he's just a prisoner of war," Mom began, confused, but was immediately brushed aside by the line of NPCs behind Morgana bearing bags of offbrand doritos, red sippy cups, and hot dog buns. "...Bergamot Gristleborg, who are these people?!""I found these generic mooks loitering in the starting town," Bergamot said, gesturing dismissively towards the conga line of blank, bland faces. She'd really done it this time: most relevant NPCs had a full artificial intelligence built in, but Morgana had somehow recruited the entire population of mindless "background people" for the party. How she'd convinced them to leave their 5x5 walking pattern and follow her was a mystery. "...Where's the boys?"
"Your brothers are in the back yard," Mom said, managing to tear her gaze away from the fifteen pairs of muddy NPC boots in her clean hallway. "This is quite the celebration, isn't it?""Celebration?" Bergamot echoed, distracted. Her eyes, clear like lightning, drifted to the woman. "Oh no, Mother. This is war."She swept through the house and onto the back porch, haughty gaze landing on the full party roster of orioncayge and Big Bee. She stopped dead, hands on her hips. "Oh no. This can not be it," she said scathingly, pulling up her messages immediately and clicking global PM. "I'm calling for backup immediately."Morgana turned to the mooks still clustering behind her. "Line up in front of the gate like it's an exclusive VIP event," she ordered, shooing them into position. "I want this party to be big. I'll start crafting the silverware."She pulled up her Crafting Set and got to work hammering out an iron ingot. Loudly. There was actually no crafting mechanic in this game, she just wanted to mess up orioncayge's rhythm game. Such were the perils of inviting UNOVR's #1 Villainess to the party. TAG: @post RAID BBQ
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manish
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G.A.Y.
Player Character
Posts: 493
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Manish
OOC Username: GreySquid
Arena Points: 10
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Post by manish on May 18, 2022 10:48:46 GMT 9
Manish was surprised yet delighted to receive an invite to Morgana’s mother’s house. He had never been invited to a friends house before; mainly because he never had friends to invite him. But that didn’t matter anymore, he had friends and they did friendly things like invite him to meet their parents at parties.
The message was vague and the location was only listed as Mom’s House so he was a little worried that he was going to get lost. Thankfully, though, there was a location listed on the map that was just Mom’s House. On his way there he stopped to get some flowers. He saw on TV that it was necessary to bring a gift when meeting a friend’s mother.
Flowers in hand, Manish made his way to the marked location, only to be stopped by a line of people. He leaned around them to see that there was just a line of people leading up a block. “What, uh, is this the um. What are you lined up, uh, for?” he asked the glassy eyed man in front of him.
“Morgana told us to.”
“Oh! Are you also meeting her mother? Wow, Bergamot must have a lot of friends. That’s really uh, really nice? For her?” Manish didn’t receive a response from the NPC so he took to just standing in line to wait his turn.
After a few minutes of waiting, Manish distantly heard his name, “Manish? Manish is that you?”
He didn’t recognize the voice so he glanced around to see if there was possibly someone else that was being called, but no one else seemed to pay the voice any mind. He leaned out of the line to see someone who could only be described as motherly was walking towards him. He pointed at himself again to make sure that he was, in fact, the Manish she was looking for. “Manish there you are! Oh it’s been so long since you’ve been home!”
“Uhhh…I don’t think I’ve ever um, been here? I think?”
“Oh son, it feels like it’s been that long for me as well!”
“What?” He was just very very confused at this point and struggled to keep a grasp on what was happening in the conversation. “Uh, I um, got you these? Mrs. Bergamot’s Mother?” Manish awkwardly held out the flowers.
“Oh Manish! They are so beautiful; you’re such a caring son! Well what are you doing out here, come inside, come inside!”
Wow. Bergamot’s mother was really nice. Way too nice. But he followed after. He thought to say something about the line of people who were here before him, but he was pulled inside before he was able to say anything.
“I’ve missed you so much, son, you really should visit your mother more often.”
“What?”
“I know you’re busy off being the very best, but is it too much to ask for you to stop in and see your mom now and then?”
“What?!”
“And look at your feet! You’re not wearing any shoes! Come on, son, let’s find you some shoes.”
Okay, no, that was the final straw. Bergamot’s mother was being way too weird for him to handle without help. What was she talking about with the “son” and “visit me” and “wear shoes”? He was one more comment away from having a total breakdown.
“Hahahaha yeah that um, yep. Sure it. Haha. Okay, well, is that uh…” Manish desperately looked around and was able to catch sight of Morgana in the backyard, “...I’m uh, well I’m going to go. Oh geeze. Oh, yep that’s Morgana. I’m just gonna…bye.” And he took off.
“At least put shoes on, Manish, please!”
But he didn’t stick around to respond. He dashed into the backyard and towards Morgana. Off to the side he saw Big Bee and he gave a wave. Man, if Big Bee was here maybe this would be his chance to finally be his friend! There was also someone else here; it looked as if they were trying to win meat through a dancing game?
“I was just so worried, I found shoes for you Manish.”
“Oh no.” he didn’t take time to think about anything further, it was time to hide. He dashed towards the rhythm and crafting happening and ducked behind Morgana’s crafting bench. “Hey uh, Bergamot. Your uh, I mean, well, I don’t want to be. Um. I don’t want to be rude. But your mom. Your mom is um, wow. Yeah. She’s a lot. Don’t uh, don’t tell her I’m here.” It was then that Manish noticed that the dancing game was producing meat. “Is your dancing making meat appear?”
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Post by Furrlicity Purrfection on May 19, 2022 2:44:06 GMT 9
The line of faceless NPCs were pushed past. Think of that scene in Emporer's New Groove where Kuzco slams the doors and dances inside. Except Furrlicity wasn't dancing inside, he was hauling ass to the sound system.
"Hi, Mom! Did you get the letter I send you?" Was asked, even though he knew fully well he hadn't sent her anything.
"A letter, why, no, I don't believe..."
"Should be coming soon!" He called back out, so she could resume torturing manish with shoe based horror. Furrlicity was already messing with the VINTAGE 1990's Home Speaker System that Mom had set up. Where before it was just the ringing of orioncayge's Beat the Meat mini-game, there was also the overlap from a VINTAGE early 2000s nostalgia playlist. It was mostly just jarring with the overlapping of the two musical styles. Add in Bergamot Gristleborg's crafting and this place sure did have some sounds going on.
The plastic table of fruit was his next stop.
"I brought salad!"
Furrlicity opened his bag, expecting to find the nest he had made for his latest egg as well as the delicious salad he had grabbed from what was left the Canopy.
Instead he found a very pudgy blue bird and the remnants of the egg, a hat in place. He frowned at the bird.
"I didn't bring shit!" He called back out, equally sing-song. Taking the weird bird out of his bag, he placed it on the table. Instantly, the baby pokemon started to horf down the massive pile of Big Bee's fruit. It could rival Taka if Taka were also a small blue bird. Amazing. |
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Finnegan Fjord
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Rival
Player Character
Posts: 455
Trainer Class: Swimmer
Player Name: Cillian Quinn
OOC Username: thorn
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Post by Finnegan Fjord on May 19, 2022 5:24:16 GMT 9
It's an NPC that 'invites' Finn to the party, perhaps courtesy of Bergamot Gristleborg's efforts. He dismisses the notification that appears with a motion akin to swatting at flies, but considers it for a long moment after. A post-raid BBQ at Mom's House?
Well, as long as he avoids Mom—
"Finn!"
Fuck.
He'd have dove right through the window, Scott Pilgrim style, were it not for the fact that the windows were not designed for such shenanigans. Alas, he finds himself trapped in a loving NPC hug.
Mom doesn't seem to notice nor care that he tenses up and doesn't hug back. It's seconds before she lets go, but it feels like minutes before Finn can breathe again. That was no less weird than his first encounter with Mom.
"Well, at least you've got your shoes on. Your siblings are in the backyard."
I don't have siblings. But there's no use arguing with Mom.
He escapes to the backyard, instead, carefully placing a tub of Lucky Egg brand potato salad he'd bought from the marketplace onto the table beside a fat blue bird.
"Is this yours?" He glances at Furrlicity Purrfection. "My egg hatched into a fish. Wanna see it?"
Ah, the perks of being a Swimmer. The Relicanth Finn produces from a pokeball swims gracefully through the air, and thankfully doesn't try to consume any of the food. |
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Kath Ulu
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Hard Mode Survivor
Round 2
Posts: 171
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Heather West
OOC Username: kathulu
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Kath Ulu on May 19, 2022 12:36:27 GMT 9
Kath had brought a veggie casserole. The Torkoal shell was still warm in her hands, covered by the closest thing to tinfoil she could find on beta island (a big leaf). She set it down on the table of MOM's house as soon as she walked in, hoping people would help themselves.
There was no way she would tell anyone that she brought it. They might think she was trying to be nice, trying to endear herself to them! Goodness, no. She had to just leave it and hope that it would attract people's attention all by itself. She couldn't just go up to people and... talk to them.
It was at that moment, she realised something was wrong.
But before she could think about it, MOM gave her a hug.
"Ah, fuck off," Kath pushed her away. Bulby immediately threw defensive vines up, but the NPC had zero interest in fighting.
"Oh Kath, you and your potty mouth," MOM waggled a finger playfully. "I'll wash it out with soap if you're not careful!"
"I'll fucking kill you," Kath spat back, and marched away.
"Whoa," said Grookey, who was already groovin' to the beat coming from the backyard. "What was all that about?"
"She gets nervous around other people," Bulby explained. "Why do you think she's always talking to us?"
Grookey frowned. "Because we're so cool?"
Bulby slowly shook his head.
Kath watched as the Orion Cayge absolutely smashed the Dancing Mini-Game. Furrlicity and Finnegan were already chatting, and Morgana, that strange girl who'd tried to corrupt her against Sarah Lee was here too. But no sign of Sarah Lee.
Kath shifted uncomfortably. The party raged on. She had to talk to someone, otherwise people would talk! She'd be that weird girl, who'd shown up, left a casserole to go cold on the dining table, and then stood in the corner until it was too awkward to initiate conversation. Shit!
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Sarah Lee
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Soldier, Poet, King
The Creed
Posts: 483
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Barack Orama
OOC Username: Ladybug
Arena Points: 35
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Post by Sarah Lee on May 19, 2022 23:48:55 GMT 9
Sarah Lee was busy getting shoes fitted in the kitchen. "How are these ones dear, too tight?"
"Uh, they looked fine, but yeah. Too small," Sarah said.
With such a huge disparity between his feet in real life and those in-game, it has been a trial and a half to find something that fit, let alone looked good. "What about these?" Mom asked, holding up a pair of bitchin' Air Gyarados. "They've got a nice Pokemon on them, and they're a very cool shade of red-"
"Pass."
"..Oh.." Mom said, looking crestfallen. For some reason the NPC mother had really had her heart set on fitting Sarah with that particular brand of shoes. "It's just that...your father...nevermind. It was silly of me to think-"
"What happened to my father?" Sarah Lee asked, as curious as she was foolish. Mom pounced on the opportunity to deliver the procedurally generated and semi-randomized lore, and she pulled up a chair, looking brighter already, though still appropriately sad.
"You see, it all started when we were kids. We met at band camp, he played the clarinet and I," she giggled, then gave Sarah a playful smile, as if she were sharing a daring secret, "I played the trombone."
Outside, Chell and Ron were wandering the BBQ. They walked past Orion playing Beat the Meat, just as he completed an S+ Rank challenge and sausages started spewing from the machine like chunky pink confetti.
They spotted Kath Ulu and went to deliver their message. "Hey!" Ron said, poking at Kath with one claw. "Sarah's inside getting shoes!" |
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inari
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G.A.Y.
Player Character
Posts: 141
Player Name: zhao xiu
OOC Username: cupid
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Post by inari on May 20, 2022 23:17:30 GMT 9
He didn't really want to join in on whatever festivities were going on back at the tutorial house. It felt like it was just asking for some sort of complicated mess to arise. Especially since the last time he had been here he'd had to deal with Furrlicity Purrfection and the ridiculous titles he forced him to unlock. But maybe, just maybe... He'd looked a little bit cool during the raid.
Not that Inari would ever tell him that. But that wasn't the point. Egg in arms he decided to wander up to the event. He'd found this egg with Furrlicity Purrfection and manish and decided that now was better than never to try and hatch it, especially since he'd just been wandering around with it in his backpack for ages. He didn't know if Pokemon eggs went bad but... He also didn't want to risk it either. It would be gross to have this thing rot in his bag.
So instead he held it carefully in his arms, not wanting to drop it or toss it about like some people might to try and get it to hatch. And he certainly wasn't going to shake it either. Luckily as he wandered in it seemed as though someone else had the terrible mother NPC enthralled in some sort of terrible story involving their father or not father or whatever. He didn't care. What he did care about was the fact that there was food and a strange man dancing.
Given that this was a party for the raid that guy had probabl... Wait. No. He knew that guy. Fuck that guy. He'd been the bossy one who had tried to make him eat soup until he popped when all he wanted to do was gather food for the Pokemon in the pre-raid event. Or no... Maybe it wasn't? All of these peopel were starting to run together. Most of them looked unfortunately similar or where unfortunately unremarkable. A shame really. Still, he was pretty sure if you put the two of them together he would be able to tell them apart maybe?
For now though he was just focused on the fact that his egg seemed to have a little tiny crack in it. Good. That probably meant it was hatching maybe. |
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 770
Trainer Class:
Arena Points: 20
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Post by orioncayge on May 21, 2022 10:57:14 GMT 9
Oh, FUCK YEAH.
Orion was feeling himself, the way you could only usually feel yourself at the club when you'd had way to much of one thing or another fucking up your inhibitions to really care about feeling self conscious. With each beat, each perfect imput in which the note vanished followed by a flash of rainbow and the word "FANTABULOUSTIC" flashing across his vision, another bit of food popped into existence to be caught on a platter by his newest trusty ally, Ares the Tepig. The lil guy had scampered into his team after the nightmarish close encounter he'd had with oblivion, and well, things had been pretty sick ever since. He didn't really have time to pay attention to all the guests as they arrived, slightly rude but he was busy grilling and he could socialize after his set. First was Bee, who got a nod and a rather curt "Sup" in rhythm with his music, A-A-A-AMAZING, THIS DUDE REALLY CAN MOVE MAn, it was crazy that the DDR dude still managed to find work even as he'd grown up there in years.
Next was a woman he'd met briefly, when handing out the invites. She seemed interesting, but he didn't get much of a read on her before and he'd certainly didn't have time to know. He watched as she began crafting, and at first the clanging was throwing him off till he misstepped to her beat and an Adlib prompt popped up. Oh, it was one of those? Sick. He began splicing in some extra schmooves to the inconsistant rythm of her beat, only to propel his score higher and higher. Each Burg- was Burger, each brat better, and the glizzies?
They were glorious.
Soon Ares had acquired a platter of meat that would make any grillmaster green with envy as he scampered back to the table to set up the smorgasbord. Orion mired his work, the S+ emblazoned out in the open where hopefully everyone could see how fucking rad his moves were, a pulsing full combo message practically throbbing in time with his heart. He wiped some sweat from his brow and readjusted his SICK bandanna, opting today to wear it around the forehead and draping the cloth up and over his hair, giving him a strangely lemony looking hat of cloth. Hades, his Cyndibro, waddled over with a can of pop and handed it to him as he cracked it open and observed the party. Couple of people were absent, some had trickled in whilst he hadn't noticed, but nothing he couldn't fix. He had some fists to bump, some sups to give, and some elbows to rub.
First, he ambled past Big Bee giving him a light clap on the shoulder. "AYYY IT'S THE BIG MAN." He droned excitedly, shooting finger pistols as he backpedaled away. "You catch any big waves recently? Punch any sharks?" He continued to make his way through the party, trying to singlehandedly engage as many people in conversation at once in the patented Cayge fashion by juggling eighty mental balls at once and hopefully not dropping any. Next up was Bergamot Gristleborg who seemed to be having a hard time with that crafting, maybe her skill was low?
"Hey, thanks for the sick beats, you really propelled my skill forward!" He didn't know her very well yet, so she was spared the aggressive physical contact that his Italian heritage oft provided, and instead she got a smile, one singular finger pistol, and a wink that could sell sand to a camel, it was at this point he would recognize manish and his question.
"Uh yeah, it's some sort of cooking minigame. Kinda rad, though if you want to get beyond an A there's apparently hidden adlib prompts so you gotta be on the ball with your moves." He'd give him a clap on the shoulder and a charming smile "Make yourself a plate man, there's a shitload to go around, highly recommend the burgers tho, they look killer." His gaze would dance past the man and towards Kath Ulu in the back who seemed to be talking to someone's pokemon, ah, classic wallflower.
Time to get plucked.
"Hey!" He'd give her a wave and a smile, motioning her over. "Foods ready, I don't know if you've made a plate or not but chows on."
He would turn back to his currently engaged social partners and snapped his fingers as he facepalmed, nearly spilling his pop onto his face. "By the way, where are my manners? Name's Orion Cayge, ignore the username I didn't realize that shit was out of style, pleasure to meetcha."
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