Humanimal Gladiators (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Humanimal Gladiators (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 20:25:28</strong>
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				Ronny sat in the den, which was what she liked to call it at least. The den. It sounded better than the holding room, it was less or a room and more of a cellar. The men were kept at one end of the room, while the women were kept at another. Anyone under the age of 16 was in the smaller cellar to the left. Everyone had a chain around one foot, about 10 feet long that didn't let you do much save for get your bowl of gruel when it was brought out to her. From where she was, Ronny could hear the cheers of the people out in the stands, those poor slops that watched as two people beat the shit out of one another. "Who is it today?" Ronny asked out of the younger girls, she was only eighteen but she was a scrapper. She had her faced pressed against the bars at the top of the wall, the bars that let them all see the arena, so they would know what was in store for them. "Anyone we know?" Ronny added bitterly<br><br>“No, it’s not anyone that we know.” The girl finally said it had taken her awhile to get a proper view of who was actually fighting. “It’s another feline, and a fox.” The girl, Shonda was her name, said sitting down next to Ronny. Shonda was a feline, like Ronny though her traits weren’t as noticeable. It seemed with every new version of the serums for the splices that the Doctors used, the patients got noticeably less animalistic. Ronny didn’t mind, she had long since adapted to her canines and claws. Pulling her hair up into&nbsp; a high pony tail, Ronny put her hands on the ground, about to propel herself up when a voice stole her attention away.<br><br>&nbsp;“Isn’t this supposed to be a special edition of <em>Gladiator!</em>?” Another girl asked from Ronny’s right, in the light that did find its way into the dingy grey room, Ronny looked over at her. For Ronny it was as clear as day, her night vision letting her see the worry on the little foxes face. As she asked her question Shonda began to nod from the other side of Ronny. “Aren’t they supposed to be picking the names for the <em>Forest</em> tonight?” The girl asked Ronny moving a little closer to the older girl. Ronny opened her mouth for a moment before closing it again. The girl was right, they were supposed to be picking the names to go into the <em>Forest</em> tonight. Ronny’s eyes narrowed. When she had first heard of their latest attraction she had felt nothing but fury in the depths of her stomach. It wasn’t odd for a normal person to put themselves into Deathmatch against a humanimal, usually it was some drunken hick, but letting them go out and hunt them down was taking it a step further.<br>“I don’t think we need to worry about that right now. Sure they are announcing the names but it isn’t until the end of the month. They want to announce the names now, so people have two weeks to place their bets on us.” Ronny spat scornfully and then she did push herself up to her feet, the only noise she made was the light, occasional, scrape of her chain against the stone floor. She didn’t want to think about the list of names that were going to be read. He had heard many things, some had said that it would be a list of four; others had said that it would be as many as fourteen, Ronny was more concerned about where the hell they would host something like that. Surely the government would notice people hunting other, well people. From across the room, Ronny heard another voice speak up. <br><br>"N-n-no what I heard?" He asked. It was a weedy little man, an older amphibian from the look of the green twinge of his skin. He was jittery, hanging off the wall even he couldn't keep still. Ronny felt immediate distrust towards him. If he was jittery like that, it meant he was taking one of the drugs that the often tried to supply to the humanimal's just to see if it would get them to fight better. Unfortunately, like the man across the room, most of them just got hooked and became tweakers. "I said, wanna know what I heard girly?" He asked her grinning like there was no tomorrow. Ronny growled lowly at him, flashing her canines.<br><br>"Why should I trust anything you have to say fiend?" Ronny asked carefully sliding out her claws. She wouldn't be able to reach him; her chain didn't allow that by all means. But, Ronny didn't have any problems with giving a tweaker a good threatening swipe. "After all, you'd probably do anything just to get the leather off my back." Ronny added watching as the man rolled his eyes giggling madly at her. "Probably try and sell it to another humanimal for their share of the stuff they've got you doped up on." Ronny added giving him a scornful look.<br><br>"You don't understand toots." The man said getting off the wall and walking out towards her. His hands danced as he walked and his eyes were constantly moving but never leaving Ronny's face. "I get the good stuff you see." He said quickly kicking at someone who tried to pull him back. "I get the good stuff from the boss’ office itself. I've won 28 matches in a row. They are trying to keep me from winning I know that, changing my focus." He added with a shake of his head. "No no no no no, I know that!" He exclaimed and Ronny eyed him warily. She didn't know whether to believe him or not, but he did seem pretty hyped up. Maybe they were trying to kill him. <br><br>"Will you just get on with what you heard Toad?" Someone else popped off. Ronny couldn't agree more. Toad, glared at who ever had said it in that moment Ronny was positive that if he could have spit poison at the man he would have. <em>I can see why he's won so many times, he's old and ruthless.</em> Ronny thought to herself.<br><br>"What I know is," He finally said changing his story from what he heard to what he knew. ", what I know is that the thing is rigged. They are only picking from a select few of us. No one under 20 will be chosen, and they are wanting at least nine of us out in the <em>Forest</em>." He giggled wildly again hoping up and down alternating between feet. "People are paying hundreds of thousands of dollars," Another peril of giggles. "To kill you!" With that he broke out into hysterics leaving Ronny standing there wide eyed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Humanimal Gladiators (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jason</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 02:10:11</strong>
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				A loud roar could be heard from another in the cell, a very angry growl, from a very very aggrivated humanimal who quite frankly found the old amphibian's croaking just ridiculously annoying. Sitting up from his spot, standing as he walked closer to the amphibian, his large bear-like claws pointed at the man, his feral eyes locked on the target.<br><br>"If I were you, I'd shut it." he said in an extremelly deep and grizzly voice, the teeth in his mouth all sharp and feral to match the man's look. Cracking his knuckles, he continued: "If I were you, I'd zip it closed before I tear your whole mouth off!"<br><br>The owner of this grizzly harsh voice? Jason MacIntyre, the Grizzly splice and a very volatile one at that. Especially when he had not had sufficient time to rest, which aside from attacking him was the worst thing for making him get really really angry. And, of course, the talking between the frog and Ronny had escalated to a point of waking up the growling grzzily man.<br><br>"And as for you two, stop worrying. They only choose those who are WORTHY..." Jason belowed as he pulled on his chain to add emphasis onto his word "...to enter the forest. Them, and those they just want to throw away. Besides, you're young, in the prime of your age, you've got quite a lot of fighting to do before they even look at you as a candidate."<br><br>Oddly, that was Jason being kind, which was rarely seen in his angry state. But he did have a soft spot for the young girls who were terrified, and Ronny who decided to look after them. He wouldn't take anyone under his wing, he'd maul them to death first. He admired it, but due to his hyper-aggro nature, he couldn't get it across as well as he'd like too.<br><br>Turning to Ronny, he spoke in a little less angry tone, saying "Ronny, d'you mind trying not to raise yer voice, hun? I need mah sleep badly, or I get really grumpy." asking sincerley, before turning back to his chain and yanking on it again. "Damn piece of crap." he said; this chain was made especially for him, due to his violent nature causing him to break off the old and standard chain. Afterwards, Jason curled up into a ball, resting for a while to rebuild his large energy stock he'd need for the fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Humanimal Gladiators (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kay Tana</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 03:49:53</strong>
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				(Not much going on and I'm beat so short post till more happens.)<br><br>Alex's head came up and the lids hiding his golden and black eyes slid open. In a steady, calm voice he stage whispered to them, "Your sleep? We need to stay quieter not to draw any unwanted attraction." While it was unlikely the guards gave a rat's ass about how much noise they made you never knew. A guard could use it as an excuse to beat up on one of them for their own sick pleasure. Not that he cared if any of the loud mouths got beat, but whose to say the guards would stop with just them? "You'll all get your chance to be loud soon enough. For now just keep it down."
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				Post by: <strong>Balizar Draconis</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 04:26:16</strong>
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				Xavier stood against the wall listen to the exchange going on around him. His gaze scanned the room and looked over those in the room. Xavier spoke softly but his words were firm and cold, "Worthy? Worthy has nothing to do with, they will pick us based on the hunters. The hunters will each have their preference in what they want to hunt. People can say whatever they want but in the end it will all come down to who is willing to pay for what. If we get weaklings they will pick the weakest looking of us, if we get thrill seekers and big game hunters then most likely types like Grizzly and me will be picked and if we get perverts then you girls will be picked. Simple as that."<br><br>Xavier looked around the room one more time before he went back to staring at the small ribbon in his hand. The fight outside probally wouldn't last too much longer if it was two newbies, soon two more of them would go up on display and someone else would die. It didn't matter to him really but it did mean he was one step closer to getting back to his sister. "Every one should be ready if what Toad says is true that means tonight we will be put on display, look for those in the VIP box they will be the buyers and the ones who decide who goes to the Forest. Don't get too friendly because they will want to put on a good show which means some of us will die tonight." Xavier said as he braided the ribbon back into his hair.
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				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 04:56:04</strong>
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				Brian, that was what he still thought of himself as, did not rise or comment on the goings on.&nbsp; It was all pointless posturing to him.&nbsp; He had been dreaming, though, when they woke them with their prattling.&nbsp; Dreaming of Twist again.&nbsp; Of her dieing rattle as she convulsed on his body, her warm blood flowing onto him.&nbsp; Maybe it was best that he did not go back to sleep.&nbsp; So, he got up, his chain rattling, and hunkered down in his shadowy patch of the 'den.'&nbsp; He watched the stupid carnivores and made notes to himself.&nbsp; Stab here or there or slash that.&nbsp; The fight never stopped.&nbsp; If the lupines thought they weren't already fighting in here, it was because they were stupid predators.&nbsp; Herbivores knew that you never stopped watching, planning, making ready.<br><br>Even now, he thought about how he could kill them with his chain if they managed to get lose like the bear had done once.&nbsp; Use the weight to smash their shins, use the length to choke them.&nbsp; It was risky with his size and weight.&nbsp; Perhaps, he was better off using the chain like a morning star to brain them once they were prone.<br><br>That was life for Brian now.&nbsp; It wasn't that Leap had taken over, he was just practical.&nbsp; You didn't survive if you were not practical.&nbsp; His fingers flexed, remembering the weight and solidness of the haft of his spear.&nbsp; He took the last bit of advice to heart, though.&nbsp; He had thought the same thing, they would all go one show tonight.&nbsp; many of them were stars in the arena.&nbsp; And, the stupid humans would love to fight their favorite warriors just like he had always wished to go toe-to-toe with Mike Tyson when he was younger.&nbsp; He only wondered if they'd get their weapons in the forest-those that were chosen.<br><br>His vision shifted to the others and he watched, like always.
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				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 05:56:16</strong>
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				<strong>Wade</strong> was crouched in her 'den', listening to the others prattle on about the Forest. Her golden eyes darted back and forth between the girls talking, and the old bear grumbling. Then came the cold, wintry voice of the prettyboy arctic wolf. She couldn't remember his name, didn't care to. But she did remember that he'd killed over twenty people in the arena. She remembered because he was one to watch out for. Wade always remembered the ones she had to keep an eye on. Her eyes darted back to the big bear of a man. Him too. Though she shouldn't underestimate the girls. She firmly believed, however, that should the occasion arise, she could kill them all and it would be glorious. But her thoughts drifted back to the Forest. Ah, the Forest. Another thing entirely.<br><br>The hyena rocked her head from side to side, cracking her neck a couple of times rather loudly. Then, she did her knuckles. She laughed quietly to herself, but the sound echoed oddly in the large, empty space they were all locked up in. She ran her hands through her mohawk, brushing the dark strands away from her face. Wade grinned to herself, widely. She knew&nbsp; that she'd be picked for the Forest. She knew her fights were a spectacle. She'd be picked, she was sure of it. It would be fun. The people behind the Pitt thought to turn them all into the hunted, but Wade knew better. She knew that the Hunters who came in after them would underestimate the humanimals. <br><br>"Humans," Wade murmued aloud and spat, "They think they're so superior. Think we're freaks. They'll try to hunt us in the forest, but I'll show them. I'll show them who the REAL hunter is. When the blood cools it'll be me who is the last one standing.."
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				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 06:06:10</strong>
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				Victor sat in absolute silence, shadows covering his face and his dark coat blending well with the dull and grim colours surrounding him. His face was impassive throughout the exchange, eyes alert, always searching. Victor merely basked in the throbbing anger and the pure anxiety associated with the forest. His new life was a constant exchange of pain and death. With nothing else to enjoy, he quickly resorted to his current state of psychological infirmity.<br><br>Victor was in complete confidence in his being chosen for the forest. He had fought and never let one survive. As he thought of wrapping his hands around a soft human throat and biting deeply, he let out an involuntary chortle, his well of sadism undying. He liked the look of the group he had here. A few females and a few enemies, seasoned and soft alike. Yes, this would be so enjoyable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Humanimal Gladiators (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 17:39:28</strong>
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				Ronny gave Jason a small smile. Had she been anyone else she might have questioned why he was being nice to her, as it was Ronny figured it was because she was a girl. She understood that he needed his sleep a little more than others, for the simple fact that he was quite terrible to deal with if he didn't get the amount of sleep that he needed. "Look, I think we could all do with being a bit quieter sometimes." Ronny said simply looking at Alex for he had been the one that spoke up. "He's got a point though; do any of you really want to deal with grizzly that hasn't gotten an adequate amount of sleep?" Ronny didn't wait for any of them to answer. If they said yes it was because they were being foolish or brave. Even the most sadistic of people wouldn't want to tangle with a grizzly that hadn't slept. Ronny hadn't seen many grizzlies and there was a reason for that. They were dangerous and hard to contain. <br><br>“I do think that Xavier has a point though.” Ronny said giving Jason a kind look. “They will pick us based on the hunters. Not only that the owners of us,” Ronny’s face turned dark as she said this. “,Will want to get rid of those of us who have a high winning streak also. I’m not at the top of that list but I do think that a few of us are.” Ronny added giving Xavier a pointed look. Ronny hadn’t thought about them being put on display, but she figured that they would want to give their buyers a variety. That meant Jason was going up for sure. There were only two grizzlies in the den that hadn’t already been slaughtered and the other one was only a child of five. He wasn’t fit to fight or to be hunted yet. Ronny said her elbows on her knees, she wanted to put her head in between her legs but she decided not to. <br><br>“I think everyone should wear their armor tonight, even if you don’t normally. If you look well armored that will probably take you out of the running close to the beginning for some of us. A lot of the bidders could be rich dentists who have gone out on one or two safari’s and read our profile’s enough that they think they know us.” Ronny added and looked up her green eyes scanning everyone who seemed to be alert. The hyena, Wade, freaked Ronny out a little bit. That girl was dangerous to the core. Ronny wasn’t surprised that she was the only hyena that Ronny had come across. She couldn’t imagine what would have happened had the girl been a child. Ronny shuddered at that idea. <br><br><em>One thing is for sure. I’ll make sure that all of the younger ones present themselves to be as weak as possible. As far as Feline’s go, I’m the highest in wins.</em> Some might have thought Ronny to be a force to be reckoned with before she spared her first life, now some people scorned her when she fought in the <em>Pitt</em>. Ronny didn’t care though, she didn’t fight to please them. She fought to win her freedom, even if the idea seemed far away and close to impossible.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jason</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 23:01:17</strong>
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				Jason's eyes snapped at Xavier, sure he did make a good point, but henever enjoyed anyone argueing with him because he tended to become a little...how would you say...vicious. However, he did manage to keep his cool, still rolled in his small little circle, still tranquil for the time being.<br><br>Wade, however, ticked him off a little more, cracking her joints pee'd him off when he wanted to sleep. But, for the sake and hope of catching some rest, he fought his inner demons down more...until she spoke about the inferior humans, she shared a smiliar view to her, but it wasn't perfectly identical.<br><br>"Wade, you'd best remember something." Jason said, oddly calm but still with his grizzly growl of a voice. "Everyone in this room right now were humans at one stage. However..." then he sat up and stared at the ground below him, clenching his claws as he continued to speak "...they are inferior. We're higher up on the food chain, we're the dominant ones, yet they keep is trapped in fear of our might. We're not the freaks, they made us like this, we're victims of those freaks."<br><br>Coughing a little, as a result of his new voice affecting his throat a little, he finished by saying "But, I want to get into that forest, I want to feel nature again...so badly...so desperately...". McIntyre then let out a sigh, realizing it was just a dream. He had been desiring to escape this hell hole for so long, but what always came to mind was What next? It's not like he would be adaptable in human society anymore. <br><br>Shrugging off his worries, he yawned and smiled to everyone. "God I'm so tired...I hate this splicing on me, I've never slept more in my life...". Taking a deeper yawn, he said “Night everyone, and thanks Ronny.”, nodding to the feline before curling up again and gently falling asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Humanimal Gladiators (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 21:54:16</strong>
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				The silence of the Pitt was broken by the rattled, clank, and scrape of the doors opening.&nbsp; Everyone in there knew there was only one reason for anyone to be coming.&nbsp; They all reacted in their own way as the fight manager's form moved into the light flanked by his two big, mindless, and violence-loving bodyguards, a pair of pampered Dog splices.&nbsp; They were brutes and got lots of perks for doing the manager's dirty work.<br><br>Some tensed, some whimpered, and the rookies got apprehensive.&nbsp; Brian remained calm, there was nothing you could do at this point.&nbsp; No amount of praying, begging, or crying would change it if your name was next on his list.&nbsp; The manager thrived on the mental torture, and Brian would not give him the satisfaction.&nbsp; Still he winced when the names were called: "Stone..."&nbsp; A big muscly Panther splice stood up.&nbsp; He had some wicked scars and a cruel grin, "...and Leap.&nbsp; Combat Match"&nbsp; It wasn't because he didn't like the fights, he didn't, but because he knew what this was from the get go.&nbsp; Stone was a favorite and at around 25 wins consecutively.<br><br>Brian clambered to his feet and ignored the predator's posturing as he waited for one of the brutes to unlock his chain from the wall.&nbsp; The lot of them could have jumped the pair and brutalized them at any point really, but that would accomplish nothing good other than catharsis.&nbsp; So, no one did anything but stare in sullen hate-filled silence.&nbsp; The brutes were oblivious, but the manager saw and loved it.&nbsp; Brian looked dispassionately at the manager, he always did.&nbsp; The chains were removed from their setting in the walls.&nbsp; This way they could be wound through leg irons as well when they were led from the Pitt, though not everyone needed leg irons.<br><br>They were led different ways in the hall.&nbsp; Brian was led to one of the western stahls.&nbsp; Small rooms that were stocked with their gear before the fights and had a big door in the wall facing the arena that dropped into the floor so that it could be a sudden start to the game; like horses or bulls released from their chutes.&nbsp; They were led here by their 'leashes' and left here with only their collars on.&nbsp; They were given exactly ten minutes to get ready, put their armor on and check weapons.&nbsp; Brian did so, noting that the shaft of his spear had not been repaired since the last fight.&nbsp; He sighed as the wooden door behind him slammed home and locked.<br><br>He was waiting behind the door when it dropped, and he dropped with it as Stone's axe sliced through the air.&nbsp; He had been waiting, he had been set loose early.&nbsp; Brian was being handicapped.&nbsp; He almost bothered trying to decide if they were setting him up or just wanted a better show.&nbsp; Either way, he threw a low kick at the cat's shins, causing him to leap back a bit, and giving Brian the space to dash out into the arena proper.&nbsp; He dashed for the opposite wall to open up room.&nbsp; But, cats were fast, too, in short bursts.&nbsp; So, he didn't stop there but spun on a dime ducked below another wild axe swing and sprinted again, using the benefits of his splice.&nbsp; He felt the blade brush his hair as he did so.<br><br>Now, there was room, and, now, Stone was in trouble and Brian saw it in his face.&nbsp; Fighting Gazelles was a lot like fighting Hares, if they had room to maneuver, you were in trouble.&nbsp; And, Brian was a specialist in these tactics.&nbsp; Stone would try to close and the bite of Brian's spear, his speed, or his ability to jump over ten meters in a single bound kept that distance.&nbsp; Once, he even leaped through the air over the big cat's head in a feat of daring do.&nbsp; After about ten minutes Brian had one gash over his left eye and a bruise on his right side, but Stone was covered in a dozen small cuts that were each trickling little bits of blood.&nbsp; The big cat was winded, his swings were slowing, and his eyes were unfocused.&nbsp; Brian, his big chest holding large lung and heart for his size was fine.&nbsp; The problem was, Brian's weakened spear haft had taken a solid blow and cracked below the head.&nbsp; He had a poor dagger for all intents and purposes.<br><br>It was time, his next disengagement from Stone left the cat bleeding for a new spot on his thigh, dangerously close to his femoral artery, and Brian leaped back a good distance.&nbsp; Then, in a blur, he took a step and jumped again heading for the cat feet first.&nbsp; The cat, to his credit as a great competitor, got his axe up to block just in time...&nbsp; just in time for Brian's plan.&nbsp; His feet collided with the axe's haft and a resounding crack erupted across the arena.&nbsp; People gasped, thinking that Brian had caved in the cat's chest.&nbsp; But, instead, two bits of broken axe fell to the floor, and Brian delivered a solid kick to the man;s chest, knocking the air from him.&nbsp; Brian lightly pushed off the cat's form, somersaulted, and landed five feet away.<br><br>The big cat had collapsed from the blow.&nbsp; Brian walked up pointed his spear head dagger at the cat and saw the fight go out of his eyes.&nbsp; The man surrendered.&nbsp; The announcer blared: "Leap wins in a stunning upset!&nbsp; What a turn of events Ladies and Gentlemen!"&nbsp; Brian sneered.&nbsp; He had heard the gasps, seen the looks of disappointment as he flipped, and had seen the note of pride fade in the predator's eyes.&nbsp; Why they were all still surprised that he kept winning.&nbsp; Why was it that all the big dumb predators thought he was weak because he was quiet, vegetarian, and small.&nbsp; Not all the predators were that stupid and they made good opponents, but this bout had been over after the first ten seconds.<br><br>He went back to his stahl and took his armor off.&nbsp; He had left the broken spear in the arena.&nbsp; Moments latter he was taken back to the Pitt and put back in his shadow.&nbsp; He returned to watching.
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