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We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Poor MLI boi

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Great post so far, for those who have ignored poor MLI boi.

Shammmmeeeee for shame!!!

Who Wants To Play With My Snake? [M for MxF RP]

Dude, we're putting your snake to bed.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Oh we were supposed to be passed out..

Addie didnt pass out she just got dazed like a motherfucker

Oops

@Blizz

Fail

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Just for clarification.

The 'Recollections' part of the IC in the first post.

Everyone is viewing these visions while passed out.

[𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽/𝙷𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 - 𝙰𝙻𝙻-𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶-𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙼𝙰𝙽] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗.

^ This is a special dialogue action (or thought depends how you act - Hector woke up "Ian fucking Everyman!" Madison woke up thinking, was that Ian Everyman?)

There will be more (Physical & Relation actions).

These are special actions opened up for named characters seen above in this excerpt who can react and act based on the line given to them.

The reason they are given these actions may vary, in this instance Madison and Hector both know Ian Everyman. When they awake they'll remember that the man in the vision was Ian Everyman, everyone who wasn't named won't know who the fuck that was in the vision.

Just some clarification.

P.S. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5112528

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

@BigPapaBelial Accepted.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝟷𝟶𝟻 𝙰𝙼𝙲. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝙲 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝙲𝙰 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎.

"𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕!" 𝙰 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘-𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕. 𝙶𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝙻𝙸 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚢 - 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟼'𝟺 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟻𝟶𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎-𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

"Ꮆㄖᗪ 千ㄖ尺Ꮆ丨ᐯ乇 爪乇."

[𝙿𝙰𝚄𝙻𝙾 - 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜 "𝙶𝚘𝚍".

乃ㄖㄖ爪!

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎.

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𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.

𝙰 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑'𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝." 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐, 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

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𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙. "𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎." 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎"₩ⱧɎ ₮ⱧɆ Đł₴₵ⱤɆ₮łØ₦, ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₵₳₦'₮ ₩Ɇ ₭₦Ø₩ ₳฿ØɄ₮ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₴₮Ʉ₣₣?"

[𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽/𝙷𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 - 𝙰𝙻𝙻-𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶-𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙼𝙰𝙽] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗. "𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏." 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. "₮Ⱨł₴ ĐØ₴Ɇ₦'₮ ₣ɆɆⱠ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮."

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"𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚎𝚜?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚎𝚜.

"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖?" 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕" 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚣 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍. "𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛?"

𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 '𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝!"

𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙.

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𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝-𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝙶𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚘-𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍.

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 - 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚘-𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙸𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚊 𝙶𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 - 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡-𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙.

[𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙷 - 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙿𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝙹. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕.

[𝙰𝚃𝙺𝙸𝙽𝚂 - 𝙻𝙸𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝙻𝙸. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 '𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜' 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜.

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We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

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