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| The Laughing Man | Apr 30 2007, 08:36 PM Post #1 |
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So, here we are, book number 1. This is the shortest book out of all of them (in chapters and pages). I used it as a kind of test to see if i had the imagination and skills to pull off something like writing a story. I had started this whole series while i was stilll in Highschool (back in 2002 [i was still a freshman xD (this all started the summer between my freshman and sophmore years)]) and i continued it and am still working on it. Currently i am on book 6, hopefully the final book, there will be a book 7 but it is more of an appendex/backstory and such (see the end of the Return of the king book for what it will be like[ it will be kinda like that but not exactly, but the same idea]). So, lets get on with what this post is here for _____________________________________ Prologue In the not so near, but not so distant future, a comet crashed into the earth causing civilization to slip back into the state that it was in the pre-medieval times. Cities were replaced by villages, mostly made from wooden houses and only the very wealthy could afford stone ones. This change did not come without its perks though. A group of men, scientists and psychologists, discovered a man, a very special man. He wielded a power, which they called Trianchu, which was powered by his mind, yet it could be materialized into energy. Thus the world came to hear of Triasha, one of the bloodiest fiends of the time. He was often referred to as the Silver Death. Why he was called this, no one knew for none had ever seen him and lived. The name was taken from some ancient lore, but the lore itself was never proven to exist. Triasha reeked havoc upon the world, earning himself the title that he gloated over, of ‘The Great Destroyer’. This was until a ray of light shot through the darkness. A man, possessing the same powers as Triasha, named Kynotoishi, a legendary figure from the lore of the past elders, the Hero of Light. Now, it was said that long ago, Kynotoishi and Triasha raged in a battle that nearly tore the earth apart, but in the end, Kynotoishi won. Triasha was not destroyed, however; no, he was sent to a place where he should have been trapped forever. This place is where all of the souls, from living who had just died or the one going to newly born children. This place was called Nirvana. But Triasha would not let it end there, no. He was going to take his retribution on Kynotoishi. Using his powers, he opened a hole in the dimensions and exited the void. Now that Triasha has reappeared, now none can tell who will win; the forces of darkness, or the forces of light. Chapter 1 First Blood The date was July Fourth, seven thousand and two, Independence Day. The town of Sykoto was having a celebration in honor of its hero, Wantene. The air was not, think with ashes from the man fireworks that were set off in the sky far above the city; the sky revealed nothing, not a cloud or a star, not even the moon. A village elder looked up into the sky and said, his voice ringing with concern, “There is nothing in the sky tonight; no moon, no stars, not even clouds. This can not be a good sign, no indeed.” Several of the villagers looked into the sky to see that the elder was speaking the truth, and then they heard Wantene state an excerpt from a prophecy, ‘Triasha; the destroyer of lives, the bane of good, the destroyer of worlds; all light flees before him; all darkness follows him. If the lights go out, you should flee, or be smote by the power of Triasha, the one that Hell rejected and that Heaven denied.’ Then there was screaming. Wantene looked up to see several of the villagers slaughtered and a mysterious warrior floating in front of him. This man was about six feet five inches tall, with eyes as red as the coals in a fire, and hair as white as the moon. He wore shimmering silver cloths and a cape. The cape was a point of interest to Wantene; it had several large bloodstains on it. There was no doubt in Wantene’s’ mind that this was none other then Triasha. Then he heard an explosion and half of the city was destroyed in an instant. Triasha grinned as he fired off another blast of Trianchu, laughing as it hit the town killing many more villagers. Triasha, having gotten board with having his fun, rose into the sky and chanted something that Wantene could not hear. Then, an orb of considerable size appeared. Triasha hurled it at Sykoto and all Wantene could do was stand there and watch, watch as his life was erased right in front of him. As the sphere slammed into the ground, many screams issued from around the village. In a few minuets, Triasha had destroyed the whole city. The only survivor of that last blast was Wantene, but he was not unscathed. He had suffered a broken leg and arm, and he was bleeding badly. Triasha floated down and saw Wantene sitting in the rubble that was once his home and said, hesitantly “Why are you still alive? That blast should have disintegrated you.” He leaned down and touched Wantene then recoiled as if he were a snake that had just bitten him. Wantene stood up, swaying slightly, and Triasha said in an intrigued amusement, “How can you stand with a broken leg?” “You haven’t been paying any attention to my powers, fiend. I can repair any broken bones as long as they remain in the body of myself or the one I am healing,” Wantene said cockily. “You should not have just told me that, heh,” Triasha said, an evil smile creping on to his face. He pointed his hand at Wantene and closed it, then pulled back his arm. Wantene felt a sharp pain throughout his body, which turned into a pain as horrible as death. Triasha had used his powers to rip every bone from Wantene’s body. Leaving him naught but a heap of blood and flesh. Triasha took one last glance at what was left of Wantene, and then flew off in search of some other town to destroy. As he left, the stars and the moon came back into view; they glittered down upon a barren plane that only eight minutes ago held Sykoto. |
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| The Laughing Man | Apr 30 2007, 08:38 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter 2 Kynoto the Wanderer In the village of Syoko; a man named Kynoto was in a store stocking up for a long trip. He bought some rice balls, tofu, matches for a fire, and a map of the surrounding area. As he was looking around the shop he saw a videophone that had been salvaged from the calamity that had befallen the people of Earth. Kynoto looked up to the shop keeper and said, “You have some mighty relics around here.” “So do you. That sword you have must be at least two hundred years old,” the shopkeeper said in a wondrous tone. “This sword was given to me by my father. The only thing I have left of him and it is the only heirloom of my family. He handed it to me and said to use it wisely, then walked off in the morning mist and I have never seen him since,” Kynoto replied, looking off into space as if thinking deeply about something. The shopkeeper said lazily, breaking the silence, “Well we have many of those and others like it, heirlooms I mean.” Kynoto paid for his things and was about to walk out the door when he over heard two gentlemen in the back of the store talking about a strange event. “Yea, and that man that stood up to him, wasn’t his name Wantene?” he heard one man say and the other reply, “Yes, yes, that was his name. Poor fool, to go and get himself killed brutally like that.” Kynoto approached the shopkeeper and asked, his mind running wild, “What are those two men talking about?” The shopkeeper looked at him and said in a surprised tone he said, “You mean you haven’t heard of what happened two years ago on this very day?” “No, I haven’t,” Kynoto replied sharply. “Well, as I have heard it, there was a town about oh, some twenty miles east of here. A town named Sykoto, it use to be our counterpart village. Then, he appeared; the devil himself; Triasha. It was said that he destroyed the town in only eight minutes. It is also said that only one man tried to stop him; a man, that went by the name of Wantene if I remember correctly. He died for his attempt and had every bone ripped from his body,” the shopkeeper told Kynoto, who was listing intently. “WHAT!! That is where I am headed. It is my home town, and Wantene is my brother,” Kynoto replied in disbelief. Kynoto ran out of the shop and he headed toward Sykoto. The first town he came to on the map was Mynoto, a port town, thick with commerce and trading. As he came into that town, he saw a bright flash off in the distance and immediately continued on. As he arrived at the place where he saw the flash; there was naught but rubble and carnage. This had once been the city of Kertsoph, but now it was little more then a pile of ruble. ‘He has been here,’ Kynoto thought as he walked over what was left of the city. He continued on until he got to the area that Sykoto should have been, but all he found was a gigantic crater. He was searching threw some of the ruble that wasn’t destroyed when he found a piece of his mother’s skirt. He began to cry, he hadn’t expected to come home to this, to see his parents, his brother, and all of his friends killed. He got up and was about to leave when the ground started to shake. Kynoto took a look at the crater to see, to his dismay, a monster walking out of it. “Ahh, this must be that thing the shopkeeper yelled at me as I left; the Obsidian monster,” Kynoto said as he unsheathed his blade. This sword was no ordinary sword, on the contrary. It was a Shigathian sword, one of the finest quality; perfectly balanced in both weight and speed. It was unbelievably sharp and could cut through almost anything. The hilt was made of pure gold and was encrusted with emeralds and rubies that were lined with silver and platinum. Kynoto’s sword had a special quality that separated it from the rest of these types of swords; it could channel Trianchu through the hilt to the tip, a very deadly ability too. Kynoto turned to face his foe and was amazed at what he saw. Kynoto stood about 6 feet 5 inches, but this monster was at least thrice as tall as he was. It was made, obviously, of obsidian, a black rock found near volcanoes. It let out a ground shaking roar as it slammed its fists into the ground, causing a shockwave to travel towards Kynoto, who hastily dodged it and attacked. Kynoto sword hit the monster and clanged off, not even leaving a scratch. “Hmm? What’s this? Well then, something a little stronger then,” Kynoto said as he jumped back and raised his sword and put himself into a stance that protected him from every angle. He stood there, staring the monster down; sword glinting in the sunlight, like a snake with its fangs bared ready to strike at anything that moved. Then the monster rushed Kynoto, who jumped into the air and swiftly plunged his sword straight into the heart of the beast. He then sent a powerful blast of Trianchu through the sword, splitting the creature in half. As the two halves fell to the ground, they disintegrated, leaving a light green stone behind. Kynoto picked it up and put it into his pocket. ‘There is a jeweler in Kertsoph, so I will take it to him when I get back,’ Kynoto thought. After then encounter with the Obsidian monster, Kynoto was weary. It took him five days to get back to Kertsoph, and when he did get there, he slept for five days more. On Tuesday, the 14th of January, 7004, Kynoto awoke. He got up and got dressed, ate breakfast and headed to the jewelers. “Where did you say you got this stone at again?” said the jeweler, as he prospected it through an eyeglass. “I got it from the Obsidian monster I destroyed,” Kyoto replied, as he grew impatient. “You killed the Obsidian monster?!” the jewelry said, stunned by this piece of news. “Yes, I did, but what is that gem?” Kynoto replied, getting more agitated. “Well, this here is a Trianchu stone. It can give anyone the powers of Trianchu, and strengthen the Trianchu of those who can already use it. If someone, say Triasha, got a hold of enough of this, they could latterly destroy the world,” the jeweler replied hastily as he handed the stone back to Kynoto. “Oh, so that is what this is; a Trianchu stone. Hmm, this might be useful,” said Kynoto as he walked from the shop, starting to wonder just what kind of power Triasha possessed. |
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| The Laughing Man | Apr 30 2007, 08:41 PM Post #3 |
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Chapter 3 Triasha's Second Appearance It was exactly two and a half years since that fateful night that had taken Sykoto from this world, it had also been three years since the hero of light had last been spotted. Triasha hadn’t resurfaced for quite a long while and many thought that the hero of light had vanquished Triasha, but that was considered folly by some people. They all knew the truth, but they wouldn’t accept it; the hero of light had been defeated. It was late November in a town called Nihmsol where they were celebrating Thanksgiving. It was around five thirty in the afternoon when a strange wind picked up, blowing leaves from the trees into the villagers food. It was then that the elder decided to move the feast in doors when some clouds rolled in and covered the sun; it started to rain. Soon they had all of the food in doors and were continuing to feast. Then, when everyone ha eaten their fill, they went to bed. Most of them slept soundly, buy some had restless dreams. One of these people was the elder. H was having a dream about a tragedy in the town fifty miles from them; Triasha had returned and was extracting his vengeance. The next day, as the villagers awoke, they found that there had been a strong storm the night before. There were pieces of houses and branches from trees strewn all over the village. The elder bent over a branch and examined it and to his greatest dismay, he found that it was not from a tree in their village, and that the pieces of house were not from the houses that they had. Then there came an explosion from Nihmsol’s sister city, Nhimsol. The elder looked into the sky and asked, “Could this be the work of Triasha?” Screams could be heard up until now; they had vanished, as if something or someone had silenced them. “Everyone, listen to me. We need to get out of here. I want a few carts to carry the treasures of this village and everyone else only take what you can carry for we are traveling light, the elder said, a hint of fear in his quivering voice. By sundown, the caravan was already thirty miles out of the city. The elder looked at his clock that he had been carrying around with him; it was eight thirty pm. “Okay, I think we will camp here for the night,” he said, relieving his old bones from his weight as he sat down. Slowly, the villagers fell asleep, none but the watchmen were awake after a while. Then, as if a gigantic alarm clock had gone off, everyone woke up. Some were trying to calm the horses, while other sat on the ground in a daze. Then all went black around the villagers; there was naught to be seen. It was as if they had been cast into a pit of darkness, but the elder knew better. “Triasha, I know you’re here! Show your self!” he shouted and as if he was summoned, Triasha floated out of the darkness. So, you know who I am eh, old man? Then you know why I have appeared here tonight, heh. Now, hand them over,” Triasha demanded. “If you don’t then I will start to kill,” he hissed, eyes turning red. He raised a finger at the nearest person, a female who went by the name of Lula. The elder gave a shout, “Fine, you win Triasha, just don’t kill her,” the elder pleaded. Triasha grinned sinisterly, and said in amusement, “Haha, so this girl is precious to you. Well, since I am in a generous mood, I won’t kill anyone. Now hand them over,” Triasha said, pointing at the cart that held the treasures from the village. The huge stone idols were brought to him, and Trisha made them float with him. As he left, a man shouted at him, “Why do you need these mere pieces of rock fo..” The elder stopped him before he aggravated Triasha. Once he had left, the elder tuned to the villagers and said, with shame in his voice, “Those were not just sculptures, no. Those were idols made out of Trianchu stone. He can become much stronger with those. I have done this world much harm tonight. Indeed, the days to follow will be dark.” |
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| The Laughing Man | Apr 30 2007, 08:42 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter 4 Triasha's Newfound Power; Kynoto's Newfound Enemy As Triasha stood in his lair, he looked thoughtfully at the Trianchu stones he had just stolen from the villagers. ‘I could use these to make something, but what…..ahh, yes that will do,’ Triasha thought as he used Trianchu to cut figures out of the stones. Each monster had its own strengths. As Triasha got better at making these things, so did the abilities of the monsters. He, all together, made seven of them, but the last one was much stronger then all of the others combined. This one Triasha called Overkill; he just called the others Trianchu monsters. He then made, out of the excess Trianchu stone, Trianchu Shigathian blades for the first six of them; he made a super strong mace for Overkill, and built a training ground for them. Once he thought that they had enough experience, he told them to go destroy a city for them; they did as they were told. Only four hours later did they return, having completed their task. Triasha was amazed at how strong they had become. One morning, while Triasha was watching them train, two of the monsters fused with each other and formed a single entity. This entity was stronger then Overkill. Triasha gazed out over his creations as he said, in amazement, to himself, “I didn’t think that they could do that, but it looks like the can,” Triasha thought. Then he felt something in the far off distance; the Obsidian monster that he had created had just been destroyed. He felt the energy of the person go toward Syoko. He went down to the training grounds and told the monstrous creatures, “You are now ready. I want you to go to a town named Syoko. There you will find a man who has the power of Trianchu; annihilate him.” The creatures treaded of at a great speed toward Syoko. Kynoto had just gotten up and had something to eat when he heard an explosion. “What the hell is it now? More Obsidian monsters, no wait, what’s that?!” Kynoto said, with a hint of fear in his voice. Then he spotted them, several green creatures, destroying the town. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that those were made of Trianchu crystal,” Kynoto said as he went to confront them, but as he got closer, one of them shot a Trianchu attack at him. He dodged it with ease, but was nearly caught by the second blast. “Wow, those bastards are fast,” he said as he dodged yet another attack from the monster in the front of the group. Kynoto then unsheathed his blade and was surprised when he saw that the monster had similar swords. “Heh, replicas eh? Well, lets see how well you blokes handle them,” Kynoto said dashing towards the closet one and slicing down; his sword bounced off, leaving only a chip in the monster. “What in the hell?!” Kynoto exclaimed, as he jumped to avoid an attack. As he landed all of the monsters slammed their swords into the ground, causing several shockwaves to travel towards Kynoto; shockwaves laced with Trianchu. Kynoto managed to dodge all but one of them, but one was all that was needed for it brought Kynoto down fairly easily. “Ok, now I am really pissed off,” Kynoto yelled as he rushed two of the creatures, only this time he put some Trianchu into his sword. As he sliced from left to right and then diagonally, the creatures fell into shards. Kynoto turned around to face the last four and felled them with a blast of Trianchu. He started to walk away when he heard a tapping noise. He turned around to see, to his utmost horror, the shards move into one area and pile up. Then they melted and from the pool arose a new foe; a much stronger foe at that. “Oh shit,” Kynoto wined as the creature rushed him, taking a gigantic swing at his head. This new monstrosity was extremely fast but Kynoto managed to dodge it somehow. He ran to the monster and was swatted away like a fly. He sailed through the air then hit the ground and rolled for 10 seconds. He got up and dusted himself off, picked up his sword and ran towards the monster. As he ran past the monster he shouted, “Konoshi!” This made a shadow clone of Kynoto, it did what Kynoto did, but in reverse. Kynoto now readied himself to use a powerful attack that required two people of equal stature to do. “Megaton Hammer!” he ushered. The clone made the same movements as Kynoto, who had jumped into the air and slashed down with all of the might that he could. The swords hit the top of the monster right next to each other, causing a crack to form, then the sword plummeted down through the creature and into the ground, causing a severe earthquake; it was said to have measured 5.9 and caused a few cities about five miles away to shake violently. Kyoto bent over to inspect the remains of the monster; they were made of Trianchu stone. This astounded Kynoto; he picked up the pieces and put them into a small box for safe keeping. |
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| The Laughing Man | Apr 30 2007, 08:43 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 5 Evil's New Face Triasha, finding that Kynoto had destroyed his precious creations, was now insanely mad. He then thought of the fusion ability that he had viewed earlier and came up with an idea; if Kynoto would not be stopped by his abominations, then he himself would pay Kynoto a ‘friendly’ little visit. “Overkill, put those down and come over here. I need you to aid me with something,” Triasha said, grinning with the thought of the power that he could obtain. Overkill, following his orders, set down his mace and many swords, then walked over to Triasha who proceeded to cut the creature in half with a single motion of two of his fingers. Triasha separated the two halves and stood between them, absorbing their power, then he felt a pain coming from his palms; they had been run through by spikes of stone from Overkill’s halved body. The pain grew till it was unbearable, but the thought of this power that would come to him was also weighing heavily on his mind; more so then the pain did. Then the two halves slammed around Triasha, seeping into every pore in his body, this of course create even more pain, but Triasha endured it, and eventually he started to enjoy it; not because of the pain, but the energy that he was receiving. Soon, he has melded with Overkill and had much more power then he had anticipated. “Hahaha, now I am Shintriasha! Come and get me Kynoto, if you dare, hehehehe!” Shintriasha laughed insanely, over brimming with power. |
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| The Laughing Man | Apr 30 2007, 08:44 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter 6 The Battle of Kynoto and Shintriasha Kynoto was now wandering around the city, looking for anymore of Triasha’s monsters when someone shouted at him, “Hey, Kynoto! Some crackpot fool wants to fight you. He kind of looked like Triasha as a matter of fact, but he called himself Shintriasha.” “Where did he say to meet him at?” Kynoto asked, now concerned about this new predicament. “The abandoned city of Alsameda is what he said. It’s not on any maps, but it is thirty miles south of here,” the man replied. Kynoto didn’t like the sound of it. It was too well thought out, a person who would happen to see him on the street and now where a city long forgotten by many was hardly a coincidence. Never the less, Kynoto went to this town as fast as his body would let him. He arrived their in two days and what he saw was suspicious. There, floating above the center of the city, was Triasha, or someone who looked like him, but this persons power was different, more potent, then Triashas’. “You came Kynoto, I am glad because I will get to kill you now, but first I need to rid myself of this place; this prison,” the man said. Suddenly, Kynoto was teleported to the moon and how he could breathe up there, he could only guess one thing; Trianchu. The man appeared beside him and said, “Now watch Kynoto, watch as I am rid of my bonds and unlock my full power.” This man was extremely powerful already, but Kynoto felt something, like a feeling that he knew this man from long ago. Then the person looked into Kynotos’ eyes and he knew, knew that this was Triasha. Triasha unleashed a ball of Trianchu, which would have dwarfed the one that destroyed Sykoto by ten fold, at the earth. Kynoto realized that with Erath in existence Triasha could not use his full powers, no doubt one of the curses of his last defeat. The ball slammed into the planet, traveling through the crust to the center. The planet turned bright red as it exploded. Triasha gave a yell of satisfaction as his power shot up greatly. Kynoto looked at his and realized that Triasha was somehow different; his eyes were deep green now. “Now Kynoto, time to meet your demise,” Triasha said, grinning wickedly. “Triasha, why do you want to kill me?” Kynoto asked quickly. “First off, I am no longer that weak fool, no, I am now Shintriasha. Secondly, I want to kill you because I can and because your body holds the soul of the Hero of Light, but it has not awakened yet, so I can kill it now, once and for all,” Shintriasha said maliciously. He materialized a sword and without warning, hurled himself at Kynoto, who barely blocked the attack, or so he thought. Shintriasha had expected this and had spun around behind Kynoto and thrusted his sword completely through Kynoto’s body. As he withdrew his sword, Kyoto fell, lifeless, to the ground. “Heh, that was easier then I had hoped for. What a weakling,” Shintriasha said cockily. Then he felt something; a tremendous power coming from Kynoto’s body. “Shit, ‘he’ melded with him,” Shintriasha muttered as he jumped back from Kynotos’ body. “Nice try Shintriasha, but Kynotoishi has decided that I can not be sacrificed. Thus I am now one with the Hero of Light, but I am not him. Therefore, I am stronger then him…and you,” Kynoto said, his eyes flashing dangerously as he watched Shintriasha’s movements, analyzing his attack motions. Shintriasha made to take a swipe for Kynotos’ head, but Kynoto dodged it and threw a punch into his stomach. This made Shintriasha double over in pain. Coughing up blood he managed to utter, “How did he do so much damage to me with a mere punch?” “Ha, not so strong now, are you Shintriasha,” Kynoto said as he smirked. Shintriasha stood up and focused his powers and said, scowling, “Dark Trianchu attack, Four Souls of Satan!” Four symbols appeared on the ground around Kynoto, who recognized them swiftly; the souls of wrath, destruction, hell, and finally restitution. They floated into the air and melded together, forming a being. Kynoto knew that this was about to get ugly. The dark figure landed on the ground without making any sound as if it were as light as a feather. Kynoto rushed it and swung his sword, but the monster blocked it with his bare arm, not taking any damage what so ever. This baffled Kynoto and made Shintriasha laugh. Then Kynoto realized what the monster was; evil, pure unrefined evil. He needed more then just a sword to fight a physical carnation of evil. “What ever amount of good that is left, please aid me. You, the one who defiles the living world,” Kynoto said, pointing his sword at the black mass, “You don’t belong here in the plain of the living, go back to the darkness!” Before Kynoto could even initiate his attack, Shintriasha realized what he was going to do and stopped him with a bit of powerful Trianchu. “Souls of darkness, come and aid me,” he said as he absorbed the figure, “Pentagram of Termination!” As Shintriasha said this, Kynoto felt a powerful presence form beneath him. This attack was a one hit killer, for most people, but not for the Hero of Light, or even a reincarnation of him. Then Kynoto did something by instinct, he said something but it wasn’t really he who said it; Kynotoishi was speaking through him. “Lethal absorption!” This allowed Kynoto to absorb most of the attack, but it took a big toll on his body. “Now! Holy Retribution!” Kynoto said, his voice splitting into two separate tones; his and Kynotoishi’s. This attack completely destroyed Shintriasha and locked his soul in the deepest reaches of Hell, while it also restored the earth, at the cost of Kynoto’s physical form. Triasha had been stopped, and the world restored. Peace it seemed had come at last and would remain forever…….or so they thought. |
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