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Art by George ____________________________________________________ G E O R G E I N F O R M A T I O N Name - George Gender - George Race - George Age - George Height - George George - George ____________________________________________________ G E O R G E & G E O R G E George George George George George George George George George George George George George George George Geoorge George George Georgrge Georgorge GeoǴ̙e̪͈͔̱̗͔o͙̫̻̖̟r̗gḛ͟ ̧̗͖͖͓͎̲̠G̛̜̰e̴̮̙͍̥o̞̟̼̬̻̖r̺̬͚̫̤̼g͏̩̱͚͓ę̤̤̲͓ ̮̜̲̬̯̝̼G̗͎͇̻e̮̣o̞͓̞͕̳̣̬͝rge̸̼͕ ͖̳͓͓̙̹͉G̛̱̦̯͓̣̜̘e̪͘o̟r̴͍̝̠g̹̮̣͎̹̕e̦̪̱͝ ̩̯̙̻̰̻̯G̬͖̣̬͚̦͓e̞̪͚̫͉̥͘o͏̬̩r̰͍̬̺̭̩̕g̷͕e̦̥͜ ͖G̶̥͖͚e͍̜ơ̘̰̜ͅr̜͡g̶̜e̮̝͎̥͢ ̻G̛̥̲̬̭̱e͡o̤̺̻͓̪̘r̴̜̤͔͕̦̮ͅg̼e̱͠ G͞e̬͚o̬̙r̘͈͚͟g̼̪͇̺ẹ ̠̙̟̖̤̜̺͢G̰͚̺̳͙̦e̪͘o̩͇̻̳̳ͅr̦̠̖̺g̝e͔͔̜̤̜̗̮͡ ̴̘G̱̱͔͉ẹ̩̯͓̗͖o̳̱̬͇͖r̵̦̩͈̣͚͔g̝̤̻é̩ ̵̻G͏̟̹͔̤e͕̣͓̩͓͉͎͜o̜͙͘r̜̗̰̲͚͎g͓̥͔ͅe͙̝͓̬ ͕͔͚͖͔̙͜G͚͇͇̩̳̕ͅe̤̗ò̫͍̺̘̟̥r̮̫g͚̫̦̱͕e̩̯̗ ̹͎̜͖̩̻G̴͔e̟̘̞̠̤͕̭o̪̜̪̫̳̻r̳͚̟̲g͔̩e̳̗̺̟̼͉ ̩̮̟͜Ge͇̞̱̺͚͟ͅͅo̫͙̮͚͔̝r̵͚̥̺g̠͢e ̙̰G̺͔̘͝e̬͍͈̣̹̞o͈͉̮r͙̭̙̼̱͙g̟̥͇̹e̵̬ ̣G̮̻͙e̜̣̫͈̣o̡̱͈̲̪̫̫̻r̢͚̮̭̗͓̺g͎̺ę̱̭ͅ ̱̯̺G̝̞̯̝̫͝e̫̭͈͈͙o̮̜͉̼͟r͙͉̬ͅg͍̤͕͘ę͎̗̟͕̮ ̪͈͚͚Ģ̜̘̠̠̠e̦̞̘̖͚̞̞o̸̰̫̹̜͓ṛg͓̺̻͉̝e̫͟ ̸̟̻̥̗͖̰̭Ge̹̜̝̩̘̹̭͡ó̱͚̳̬̱r̺̭̩͉g̴͈͖̩̰̹̲ḙ̳̩͝ ̪̮͚̳͜G̦̩̪̪͍͡e҉̞̜̦̰o̸ŗ̘̜̤̯͚͙͕g̤̩̺͚̜̪ͅe̖͓̪̙̬ͅ ̻̙̞̪̦͉̜G̦̙̱̦͕͞e̶͔̲͈͚͉͍̣o̼r̞͈͎̗̦g̮͇̠͡e͢ ̺̟G͈è̯̖o̷͉̗̟̩r͓̩g̯ͅͅe҉̗͉̤ ̵̤G̸̙͎͔͖̱͔ͅe̷̤̯̠̳̲o̦r͝g̜͉͇̙̀e̱̺ ̧̻̫͚̼̜̘̳G̪̠̭̠̯̀e̮̖̲̦͓̟o̪͈̖͡ͅr̵͙̹̳g̢̬̳͎ͅe̜͘ͅ ̟G̱͓̜̫̮̠͞ȩ̠͉̜o͙r͕͎̫̰̤͎̥g̬e̠̻̙͚̮̞ ̢̬̱͔͎̬͎ͅG̙̥̕e͎͉͇̼o͍͚r̳g̢̳͔̬̱͍e̬̦ G̱̙ͅe̱͔͕o͖͕̞̻̱͙r̫͞g̮e̡̤͖̙̩͓͔ ͇̦̥͈̹̗͝G̨e̙̪͈̫o҉r̭͕͔͎͈͎g̹e̺̥̺.̞̗̮̜͖̟͞ͅ George Ǵ̙e̪͈͔̱̗͔o͙̫̻̖̟r̗gḛ͟ ̧̗͖͖͓͎̲̠G̛̜̰e̴̮̙͍̥o̞̟̼̬̻̖r̺̬͚̫̤̼g͏̩̱͚͓ę̤̤̲͓ ̮̜̲̬̯̝̼G̗͎͇̻e̮̣o̞͓̞͕̳̣̬͝rg̮̼͚͓͎̪̞͠e͔̼̱̮͔̟͢ ̴͓̝̥̗͉G͏͓̭͕͉e̖͍̪̟̥̪̙͠o̹r̯g̙̗̰̮ͅe̴ ͍̮̩̺̳̹G̶̝̱̯̦̰͍̝e̥o̳̝̘͓r̭͖g̜̣͚͎͍͙̭e͕ ͎͚͓G̫̙͙̳̝ę͖̳ò̼̼̱̪r͈̙̞ͅg͓̮e̳̝͠ ͚̀G̦̠̭̟̀e̝͕̩͉̖̗̥͠o̵̫͚͉r͈g̱͎̹̪͚͚̞e͚͚͍̜̜̘̳ ̰̠͕̣G̷̼̞ͅe͔̱̬̥o̵̼͓ͅr̴̫͈͈͚̬ͅg̢̘̞͕̪͚e̲̫͔̳ ͙̲̠̗̜G̸͙͎͕̮̯̣e̳̘͇̞̗̯o̯̩͖rg҉e̸̟̳ ͓̘̘͍̦͘G͖͇̟e̡͚o͕̖͎̼r̶̗̠̠͉g̜̯̱e҉ ͔̭̱͔͔̲̟Ǵ̜̭̠̫̪͉ͅe̥̼o̟̖̞̺͚r̥̹̫̭̠͉̜g̭̫̪̖e̟͙̝͓͖͚ ͏̳̦͖͚G͚̝̮̲̭̕éo͈͡r̜͘ǵ͔̥̙͎e̯̻̝̭̼͇͉ ̗̩̣̲͢G͚̗̤̠e̘̮̙̥̫̱̜͠o̸̝r͏̣̼̪͔g̰̹̰͍̭e͎̻̩͚͈̘ ̺͓̥̺̺̮G̵͕̜̻̞̬ḙ̶or͍g̫̫̩̜͍̮é̪̟̭ͅ ͚͘G̜̲̹̬̩͇͘e͖o̡r̛̟̱g̵͓̼̪̖̥͔̲e͙ ̷̙̥̦̰͕G̺̩͙eo̦̻͕r̬̠̥͇̭̰̗͜g̘͔̬̥͙ͅe̝͎ G͓̞͉̯̰̘e̠̝̺͖͜o̭͍͈r̲̤̦g̱̣̮̝͎ẹ͙ ̶̯G̩̰̗͕̪̘è̮̦̯̹ͅò͈͇͔͔̗͔̥r̲͎̹̳̲̤̘͜g̝̞͇͕͈̝e̝͚̬̬ ̷̭̖̬G̞̞̱̜̖ͅe̘͇͙òr̜̹ͅͅg̴̟̦̖͓͎e̫̯̬̻̺̱ ̤G̼͓e̛̪̜̺̲̫͎̘ǫ̺̯̣̙̤̹r͉̪̻̥͇̮g̡̝͕̪̤͚e͎̣͉̣͚ ͙ͅͅG̩e̼̟͔̥̩͠ͅò̲̭͓͎r̰̪̖̗g̺̻̱̥̳͔͞ͅe͍͓̬͎̤̭͘ͅ ̪͙̞̤̖͕Gȩ̖o̸̠͙͚r̶̜̗͈̜g͉͇͇͚̖e ̟̲͡G̰͔̤̖e̯͕̕o̗̝͓͈̩r̢͍̩g̛̳e̸̼͕ ͖̳͓͓̙̹͉G̛̱̦̯͓̣̜̘e̪͘o̟r̴͍̝̠g̹̮̣͎̹̕e̦̪̱͝ ̩̯̙̻̰̻̯G̬͖̣̬͚̦͓e̞̪͚̫͉̥͘o͏̬̩r̰͍̬̺̭̩̕g̷͕e̦̥͜ ͖G̶̥͖͚e͍̜ơ̘̰̜ͅr̜͡g̶̜e̮̝͎̥͢ ̻G̛̥̲̬̭̱e͡o̤̺̻͓̪̘r̴̜̤͔͕̦̮ͅg̼e̱͠ G͞e̬͚o̬̙r̘͈͚͟g̼̪͇̺ẹ ̠̙̟̖̤̜̺͢G̰͚̺̳͙̦e̪͘o̩͇̻̳̳ͅr̦̠̖̺g̝e͔͔̜̤̜̗̮͡ ̴̘G̱̱͔͉ẹ̩̯͓̗͖o̳̱̬͇͖r̵̦̩͈̣͚͔g̝̤̻é̩ ̵̻G͏̟̹͔̤e͕̣͓̩͓͉͎͜o̜͙͘r̜̗̰̲͚͎g͓̥͔ͅe͙̝͓̬ ͕͔͚͖͔̙͜G͚͇͇̩̳̕ͅe̤̗ò̫͍̺̘̟̥r̮̫g͚̫̦̱͕e̩̯̗ ̹͎̜͖̩̻G̴͔e̟̘̞̠̤͕̭o̪̜̪̫̳̻r̳͚̟̲g͔̩e̳̗̺̟̼͉ ̩̮̟͜Ge͇̞̱̺͚͟ͅͅo̫͙̮͚͔̝r̵͚̥̺g̠͢e ̙̰G̺͔̘͝e̬͍͈̣̹̞o͈͉̮r͙̭̙̼̱͙g̟̥͇̹e̵̬ ̣G̮̻͙e̜̣̫͈̣o̡̱͈̲̪̫̫̻r̢͚̮̭̗͓̺g͎̺ę̱̭ͅ ̱̯̺G̝̞̯̝̫͝e̫̭͈͈͙o̮̜͉̼͟r͙͉̬ͅg͍̤͕͘ę͎̗̟͕̮ ̪͈͚͚Ģ̜̘̠̠̠e̦̞̘̖͚̞̞o̸̰̫̹̜͓ṛg͓̺̻͉̝e̫͟ ̸̟̻̥̗͖̰̭Ge̹̜̝̩̘̹̭͡ó̱͚̳̬̱r̺̭̩͉g̴͈͖̩̰̹̲ḙ̳̩͝ ̪̮͚̳͜G̦̩̪̪͍͡e҉̞̜̦̰o̸ŗ̘̜̤̯͚͙͕g̤̩̺͚̜̪ͅe̖͓̪̙̬ͅ ̻̙̞̪̦͉̜G̦̙̱̦͕͞e̶͔̲͈͚͉͍̣o̼r̞͈͎̗̦g̮͇̠͡e͢ ̺̟G͈è̯̖o̷͉̗̟̩r͓̩g̯ͅͅe҉̗͉̤ ̵̤G̸̙͎͔͖̱͔ͅe̷̤̯̠̳̲o̦r͝g̜͉͇̙̀e̱̺ ̧̻̫͚̼̜̘̳G̪̠̭̠̯̀e̮̖̲̦͓̟o̪͈̖͡ͅr̵͙̹̳g̢̬̳͎ͅe̜͘ͅ ̟G̱͓̜̫̮̠͞ȩ̠͉̜o͙r͕͎̫̰̤͎̥g̬e̠̻̙͚̮̞ ̢̬̱͔͎̬͎ͅG̙̥̕e͎͉͇̼o͍͚r̳g̢̳͔̬̱͍e̬̦ G̱̙ͅe̱͔͕o͖͕̞̻̱͙r̫͞g̮e̡̤͖̙̩͓͔ ͇̦̥͈̹̗͝G̨e̙̪͈̫o҉r̭͕͔͎͈͎g̹e̺̥̺.̞̗̮̜͖̟͞ͅ George G͕͉͓̜̦͇̼e̫͇̮̫̙͔o͈̕r̷͉̦͈̥͈͖g̻̫e͎̜͢ ̨Ǵ̲ḙ̥̟̭̜̭o̮͍͇͎͉͙ͅr̵̻͍ͅge̹͇̘̗̙ ̹G̢̻͇̬̭̣e̲o̧ŕ̮̳̻̘̖̟g̭̘̻̫ͅe̛̖̤͓ ̡̮͕̼̥G̞̠̹̟͎̩͠e̬̲̘͍͢o̹̼̖̘̤̱͘r͘g̯̹e̴͓ ̫G̢̮͇̬̟͈ẹo̳͖̬r̭̥̭͜g̵͙e̢͇ G̞͇̠̠͜e̻̣͇̦͇̰̤o̥̫͕͔r͙̯͉̘̯̥͘ͅg̩̱͕͎̥̟̞͠e̩͕͘ͅ ̫G͚̠̭͘ͅe̹̗̱̹͔͍͘o̯͈͓ŕ̳̖͕̙̥̺ͅg̰̪̩̦̥̬̣̀e͕̤͠ ͘G̯̯̰e̢̖̹̼o̼͓̦̩̬̯ŗ̟̟̟g͉̺e̩ ҉͔̺G͢e̬̰̲ͅo̲̞̬̰̱r̹͜ͅg̜͉̫̯̯͓͈͝e̵ ̡̼̥G͙̞̰͎ͅͅe̦͚͡o͏̱̜̮̪̖r̪̬͕͞g̫̯̝̣̻̰e͙͙̱͟ ̨̝Ǵ̙̦̥e̗̺̪̲͢oṟ̶̹̫̭̯̦ͅge̛ ̭̬̝ͅG͖͕͚̠̩͔͚͟ḛ̛̝o͓̘̘̪̘̝͠r҉̜̠̰gẹ̥̹̻̀ ͚͙̳̲́G̥̦͚̺̕e̥͉͎o͡r̖̫̯͚͖̝̤g̠͖͚̫̯e̴͍̠ G̙͍̰̞͎̱̠e̯̠ơ̰̲͍͚r͙̩̹͍͇̝g̛͇͈e̥͍͙̺͟ ͏Ge̸̪̻̘̳̲o̗͓̻̱̗͓̕ŕg̡͕͉̼̖̙e̵͖̥͚̞ ̱͈̩͜ͅG͓̳̝̙͎e̦̩̩̣͈o͓̝͡rg̀e̼̭͓͙̖̱̫ ̵G̺͇͍̬̳e̪̗̝ò̪̘̰̫̖r̦̱͍̀g̹̤̖͉̗e̷̺̰̖͉̯ ̶͖̖͚͈̞G̞̼e̘̣̼͓̩̯̙ơ͍̪ŗ̮̥̜͓̱̼g̲̲̗̪̮e͚̰̳̘̟͠ ̜̩̪͉G̗̗̤̮̜͈e̸o͕̝̖͠r̹̯͙g͓̟̝͈̝͖̯e͏̦̪͎͔ ̩̙̠̘͔̜͠G̷̮̲ͅe͔̙̙͕͍̭̙o͈̠̩͖r̡̟̖̼̻̩̥ͅg̤̟ͅe̻ ͎̩̥̘̝̤̙G͈̟̘ȩo̞̟̬̭̣͠r̮̼̜g̰̞͘e̪͚͢ ͚̮̰̱̲̭G͙̫e҉o̡̺̼͚̫r͓ͅg̵e͙̬̬̖̳̱̺ ̣̙͞G̲̲̞̬͍̟̩e͓̗̕o̹̞͝ṛg̪͔̻̝͚͙ͅe̷̹͍̳̘ ̞͇̖̳̠̪G͈̫e̴̳̱̰̘͚̝o̥r̼̼̣̠̥̪ͅg̥e̶͕̫̳ ͔̩̦̝̭̀G͕̩̕ę̫͇̝̺o̷͔̱̜ͅr͚͍̳̫̘̠̬g͉̦̠̫̖è͍̪̗͇ ̣͓̥̤̘G̶̥̮̪̼̭e͍̲̺o̘͢r̪͖̺̝g̙̝̫̺̪͕e̜̙̺͎ ͍͇̤͍͔̣G̣̪e̕o͔r̢̯̮̼͓͙̹ge̩̙̠̹ ̣̹̞͓͡G͕̙͔̻͞e̫̙͢o͓͓̥͟r̖̮̻͎͞g̲̘͟e̸̦̻̺͓ ̮̪̗͙̘̝̱G̱͉͉e̱̥͞ͅo̙̤͓͓͍͔͝r̵̞̤g̭̘͕̞̙̬͉͞e̱̰̯̳͕̭ ̣͍̫̻͙͙G̭̼͜e̠̩̝̦͔̭͇o͡r͍̖͡g͏̪̮͓̯͎̜ḙ̙̱̟̰͉ ̖͓͚͓̣͟G͜ͅe̜̦͖̦̲̠̱ǫr̲̫̀g̨͉͍̥̠̮e͏̖̠̫͖ ̦̣̤͔̰͎͠G͡e͎͚̞̦͘ͅo̮ŗ̗͉̙͓̹̞̲g̟e͞ ̼̼̺͜G̷̺͎̝̯͙̦e͎͟o̘͇̭̝̬r̷̺̘̦̬̰ͅg̹̳̩̪̰e̻̭̤͔ ̗̫̘Ǵ̘͓e̫̞͎͈͚͇̮͞o̱͕ŕg͈̣̖̟͝e̴ ̸̳͎̜͕G̡̹͕̪e̢̬͍̯o̢͕̱̲̝̦r̸g̰̱̹e͙̩͔͎̹̠͉ ̤̺̰͙̲ͅG̬͕̦̺̬ͅe̻o͕̠͎r̝̣͙̹̟̯͞g҉͍͍͈͚̮ͅe̹͕̤͕͞ ̱̫̙̀Ge̴̠͖͉ͅo̳̖̪̥͉͎r͏̻̱̼̺̩̹g̠̖̖̹e̜̮̜͡ ̻G̦͜eơ̞̯̝͉ṛ̵̟̜̗g̲̟̠͙͙͡e͙͙͓ ̼͔͈̟̞G̻̟̰͕̝̺e̘͎͔̰ͅo͏̥̞̟r͖ͅg̰͖̬̞͎̟͇e̡.͙̟̘̲̹̞ ____________________________________________________ G E O R G E George Ǵ̵͍̦͍̺̩̮̩e̵̢͚͉͕̥̺̤̞o҉̴͔̯̻̞̼̰ͅr̶̴̛̟͓g̶͏̳͍̗͚̗̦̻e̮͖͙͓̕ ̮̀G̨͎̭̲̘ę̞̩͕͍o̢̙͔̻̬̜̱̩͔͖͜r̷͚͕̩̙̪̙̪͎͞g̱ę̞̲̗̲̘̼͓̯ ̷͉̭͝Ǵ̵̼͙͈͔̟͇è̺ǫ̷̖̻͉̳̤̕r̢̛̟̣̠͔̦̬̗ͅg̙͉͇͕̦͇͘é̵̠̩̫̼͕̤̜͟ ̰̙̟͈̫̫G̳̳̬͕̬̜͟ͅe̵̡̲̹̖̞o͓̳̤̗r̖̱g̡̤̱̼͓ẹ͙̪͔̯̗̮͍ ̷̥̻̱͔̥͔̩͖̮͠G̪̮͉̩͈͠͝e̬̰͡o҉̳͈͖̜̮͍͔̺̀́r̲̯̫̘͙̝͜g̛͖̳̥̯͎̪͉̺è̸̹̱͕̳ ̡̖̩̘͢G̲͍̖̪̬̼̗̩͢e̖͠o͔͓̯r̨̬̱̻͖͍͕̺̥g̨͕̜͡e͓͞ͅ ̴̺͢G̷̻̰͟͡e̬̗̱͡ǫ̖͓̫̮ͅr̯̹̟͉͓g̪̺͙̠̳͘ͅe̪̣͔̗̟̱̙̙͡ ̷̸̬͟G̩̯̠̝͎̦̗͘͞e҉̨̖̙̘̭̲o̸̹͔̙̣͕̠͉͇r̻̯̥g̶̻̫͕̟e̸̵̮͔̤ ̨̫̩͍̘̻͍͞G̬̺̗̺̀e̞̩̥͡o̴̭̫͎͎͖̼̼͍̕ŗ̼͈̯g̟̮̱͔̺̟e̠̯̮̭̗̲͢ ҉̝̟͓̫̜G̡̛̭̭̙̥e̛͍̺̦͠o̲̣r̴͉̥̭̲̪͎̬g̢͕͉̘̕ͅe̳̯̹̞̺ ̵̝̫̩̪͍̣̰̞̀́G̴͖̘̤̣̼̼̫͙͘ḛ̷͔̘͚͕ͅo̢͙̙̘̘̘r̷̳̪̼͡g̤͈̳̹̼̜͕̥e͏̶̻̞̗͙̘͡ ͔̭̬̯̙̫̖͘G̛̦̺e̙̼͇̻͓̠͜͞o̢͙͉͓͜r̨̡͖̤̲g̠͉̝͉̞̝͓̠̣ę̷̲̺͔̙̰̝̰ ̷̭̲̱̮̯̖G̥̻̲͓͎͘͟͠e͏͔͇̖͕̣ǫ̞̪͖̪͖͓̘r̢̗͕͈̹̲̤g̴̢̪̣͔̯̭̮̙e̶̟̺̥͍ ̸͟͏̣̫̜͕͕Ģ̛̮̖͉̫͔e҉̵̰̬̕o̫̫͕͉̟̰̻͠r̶̡̩̼͍ģ̨͈͓̣ͅe͚̗͉͈̲ ̛̥̺̮̯̪̩̭G̶̭͙̟̺͘͟e̘̬̻͟o̸̴͚̫͇̟̫̱̬͇͓͢r̶̫̱̪̻̼̮̦͈g͍̙̥͝e̻̙̝̜̮̼̯͕̭.̘̞͔̠̫̝͙͍ George G̸̪͖͓̳͚̞̩͘͠ͅe̷̮̬̺̮͚͕̠̠͞o̵̴̬̭͇̣̭͖͓ṛ̗̭̩̥͖g͎͉̳̣̺e̛̜̹̤̩͘͜ ̴̫̻̖̤͚͘͜ͅG̥͍̖͇̼̬̼̹͞e̢̪͔̗̫͖͔͇̜o̩̖̘͢r̡͙̝͢ǵ̡̳̩͈̫̜̰e̢̩̙̝̖̲̗͍͖̦ ̴̮̠̱̟͈͙̺ͅG͕͚̱͙̝͘ę҉͔̜o̵͈̯̣̤̠͠r̶̹̹̻̖̮͍̼͎͝g͎̹̘̼̦̱̺͖̰͞e̤͇̖̥̯͟ ̨̛̤G͉͚͚͖̝̪͚͇̀ȩ̞̭͔͇͚̼́o̡̩̲̥͘͠r̗̫̤͢͝ͅg̯e̷͕̯̭ ̸̟̳̘͖́̕Ǵ̵̹͙̠̤͙̤̲̬̞͞e̢̱̮̘̯͍͍o̴̙̭̞͜͡r͏̺̞̟͕̻̜̣ͅg̺̝̥̞̣̪͎̱̀ę҉͍̱ ̷̗̩͉̭G͙͎̲̠͓̠̲͡ͅe͏̴̩̹o̧̦̣̥r͈̟̱͇̘̺g̙͈̲̯̬͟e̹̞̖̺ ͓̹̀Ǵ͚̘̬̹̳̭͈͓͇e͓̩͢͞ó̸̭̪̩͖́r͎̦̫͈̥̠̞͜g̶̶̼̳̺͔̖͠ę̥͓ ́҉̙̝̪G̮͜e̶̢̪̱͡ͅo҉̻̼͔̙̠͕̠r͍͓̹͇̮̰͞g͍̝̖͙͖͇̭͟e̷͓̗̹̭̻͞ ̸̧̙̫̖͚͎̤͙̱ͅG̩̀͜e̷͏͕̟̜͙̙̬̙̗͝ǫ͖͙̫̳͖̮̣̗͝ŗ̫̜̤͕̺̖͔͖̀͟ͅǵ҉̙͔̘̦̯̰̜e̹͔͇̳͝ ҉͘҉̥G̶̶̜͍̗͙̣̦̯̗͞é̜̥̱̙̦̼̱o̸̳̼̗̣̤r̵̛̲͚̥̲̰̙͇͠g̬̖̮̗̲͎̝͟e̢̼̼̣̤̩̻͍̬ ̡̮̺̭̤̜͡G̠̘̖̫e̵̖̣͔̳͙͖̳͇͝o҉̗̬̘r̰͈̼͚͙g̵̪̬̗͇̘͜e̛̺͚͝͠ ̧̛̪͉̱͖̤̹͕͈͔G̢̺̕e̪͎̝̻̰̱̣͎ͅo̶̶̡̪͚r̩̙̙̘̹͇̥g͏͕̯̹e̟̼̻͟ ̯̹͍̻̠̻̮G̵̩̝̙͔̲̝̼ȩ̷͈͔o̕҉͍̣͕͍̹̹r̻͔̳̠̦̜̭̩͘g̵̨̦͓͎̹̙̝̦͘é̶͚̣̣̺͜ ̵̛͕͇͠ͅG̷̜͇̤ͅe̞̮͇̟̫o̺̫̫̖͙͉͜͠ŕ̻͚g̗̲̮̰̟̟e͏̢̹̫̰̹̺̣̺ ͔̗̤̯G̮̳͕͕͖͡e̢͖̙̮͕͈͕̩͠ó̳͕̠ͅṛ͔̫̞g̝͔͓͜é̶̹̝.͏̨͈̕ George G͏҉͡͏̩̞̪̙̳͖̠̰͘e̛͙̲͖̜͇̬̘̟̙̤͙͚̫͈͇͘͘ǫ͝҉̖̘̮̠̖͚̥̜̦̘͈̹͍̖̤͇͇͠ͅŕ͓̻̱͓̠͙̹̥̟͇͞͡g͇̯̺̰̼̱̠͈̤̦̖̭͘͝͝ę̴͔͔̳͇̙̝͉͓̳̞͠ ͜͡͞͏̲̩̜̳͙̗G̴̛̜̤̞͞ȩ̜͈̜̹͈̭̟͎͔̬̺͕̹͔̤͝o͏̶̧̰͙̭̥͖̰̙͓͇r̨̧̀͏͈͖͉̞̼́g̴̻̹̯̗̯͎͔͕̳͍͓͓͔͙̮ͅe̴̶̙̩͚͚̼̝̪̯̗͟͞ ̨̨̯̝̠̩̖͖̪̯̥͢͠͞ͅG̢̢̺̮̞͈̼̤̬̻̬̟̖͔e҉̭̯͈̩̜̫̹̤͚̻͉͔̯͎͉o̵͔̜͢͠ͅŕ̡̠͚̪͈̺͕̭̮͎͎̥̘͉̗͇͍͖͝͠g҉̺̮͉̩̥̼͔̬̖͟ę̷̡̖͙̭̱̲͈͇̻̦̟̠̤͟ ̨͕̝̮̭͍̦̣͓̺̟̮̟͖͡͡ͅG͙͚̯̘͝͠ȩ̯̙̗͕̭̲͈̲̭̟̟̺̣̫͝o҉̝͉̪̖͓͔̥͍̙̦͖̻̞̺̘̕͟͢ͅr̶̢̙̤̮̥̺g̜̝̬͓̯̹̤̲̫̟̮͟͝͞è̢̳̘̤̭͍͉͔̥͎̙̯͇ ̵̸͓̼̮͍̲͕͈̹̱̺̜̪̱̠̘̻͜͞G̶̯̠̮͈͡è̛̝͍̯͓͚̮ǫ͉̤͓͚̫̕͟ͅr̻̣͓̪͕̘͓͜͜͝g̴͏̥̗̠̭̜͔̮̻̼̝ͅe̫̼͓̜͝ ̥̭̘͖̻͙̣̦͍̬̭̥͠͡ͅG̶̡҉̷̦͇̘͔͍̲̮̬̺̥̝͓̞͓̪̫̱͇ę̶̶̲̮̹̣̝̤͓̳͉̜̳̦̮̞̀͜ͅò̶̜͇̱̪̺̥̦̞̲̭̣̝̟̻̹̲͍r̥̳̭̥̦͓̫͕̼̤̣̩̘̺̜̱̰͞͡͝g̰̩̞̟͚͖̮͟è̷̴̙͕͖̮̹̣̕͡ ̴̛̪̪͖̹͍̣͇̤̠̳̖̟͙̻̘̫G̭̩̭̳̫̪͉̥̩̣͔̟̝̜̝̀͝ͅe̸̝͖̘͈͉͇̭̼͈ǫ̴͖͔̯̥̪̹̞̖̀͘̕ͅṟ̳̟̼̝͍͔̦͚̳̬͖̗̕g̶̡̢͓͕̭̞͡e̱̯̘̻͍͕͎̪̦͕͞͞ ̢͏͙̣̫̺̭͓̱͝G͞҉̬͕͈̼̪̩̮̲̥̪̭̬͜ȩ̶͔͍͙̝̭̗͙̭̮̣͔̪͞ͅo̸͠͏̧͇͎̼̠͔̮̭̕r̵̨̳̗͇̯͙̤̩͓͖͚ͅͅg̨͈̳̳̻̱̼͙̳̥̖͔͖̞̞̩͕̩͙̀ͅę̫̼̮̗͙̜͉͓̳͖̟͇̪ ̧̳͎̞̝́̕͜͠ͅG̶͎̙͕͔̘̙̲̘͙̤̪̪̱͖̘͎͓̠͘e͏̤̥̳̱͕̼̦͕̣̞̜̹͔̜̤̣̩ͅǫ̛̟̰̱̞͔̥r͏͘҉̣̝̠̥̳͖̯̯͈̱g̵̬̩̖̘͇̪̣̀̕͢͝ḙ̴̴̡̛̻͉̤̝̠̖̻͚̜̯̝̜̝̕ ̶̷̛̦͙̬̯͎͓͉͖͓̬̗Ģ̴̭̟̤̯̹̳͉̖͍̬͈̳͚̦͍̯͠͡é̡̻̠̩͖͙̣̜̪̪̜̳̹̟̙̟̳̱͢͠o̶͙͇̪͍̺͡r̶̡̯̺̞̬͎͚̺̜͔̯͙̭̟͞g̴҉̴̤͔͕̯͠e̡̥̙͈̥̩̤͙̭̻̻̣͈̭̩͓̩͈͉͔ ̶̵̸̶̡̳̥͖͕̬̭̣G̵̷̹̳̘̠̰̕͢e͠͏̷̖̘̞͕̺͚̘͈͓̺͘͜ͅǫ̜͍̦̖̺̥̞̦̯̩͈̭̲͡͞͡r̶̴̞̼̫̭͇̗̫̟̮̣̘͖̙ͅg̡̧̨͍͖̪̲̗͓̙̱̘̻̲͕̭͎͢͟ͅe̢̳͍̪͈͍̠̮͈͔̼̘̮̥̠̞̳̘͜ ̺͔̬͍͈̦͖̟̖̲̠͕͉͈̣͟͞G̡̮̥̯̻̖̼̜͘ę҉̴͇̜̠͇̤̥̰̘̦̩̞͉͕̲̻̻ó͍̹̦̜̰̮̙̺͜͠͞ŗ̡̛͟͏͉͚̗͚̗̦̹̝̯̰̫͇̭̞ͅg̷̛̥̙̥̰̖͇̲̲̣̣̘̟̬̥͠e̵̵̮̭̼̜͉̰͎̮̞͔̼͠.̸̶҉̵͎̣̯̻͚̣̘̬̭̮̻̦̗͍ ̴̨̤̜̼̣̣̱͇͈̥͎̪͞G̟̖̱̠̝̱̯̼̺̺̟̳͘e̶̝̗͇̤̳̹̰̙͎͉͇̜̫͍͔͟o̶̢̭͕̝̱̠͍̟͈̖̭r̢̢͓̭̤̤͕͉̟̲̳̟̗̫͖͚͘͠g҉̷̢̡̪̳͚̞̖e͏̸̶̺̙̥͕͙̻͍̣͉͎̩̰̜̙̝̞̹͞ ̸̨̦̲̳̹̣̻̖̀Ģ͎̜͕̰̞̰̗̪̕͢é̡̗̗̦̬̙̙̲̱̜̲̣̤̙̤͙͢͞ͅo̶̠͚͕̝͚̭͙̝̗͓͚̦̕ͅr̶̹̳̙̦̯̜͍̥͉͇̜͍͇͚ͅg̸̨͕̪̯̞̯̣͍̞̟̦̜͡ͅe̷̶͈̫̫̩̩͘͝ ̷̵͉͖̺͙͚̘̗̞̳́͢͝G̢̨̛͇̝̙̹̪̥̰̬͘e̴̴̢͔̥̪͘͝ơ̬̹̹̰̠͎̰̼̮̯͡ͅŗ̴̠̭̭̺̲͎̦̤̺̮̗̮̕͘͢ģ̷̬̠̤̱̳̣̙͚̰̭̦̭̲̙̪͎͚͝͠è̢̢͍̝̬̙̼̱̝̲͉̭̭̤̜̞͟͞ ̶̶̦̦̠̳̳̭̱ͅG̶̻̩̲̮̤͇̭͇̟̮͎̬̯̣͝ͅe̷̡̡̝͔̣͔̥̱̩̹̳̫͔̤̮̘̞̤̭͓͢͜o̴̧̭̘͎̺̩͜r̷̴̴̨̙̩̬͎͇̞͇̤̫͎̼͈̺̫̞͉̳̣͙g̭̩̜̜͎̫̻̭͉̠̬̣̕͘̕͡e͏̼̘̮̱̞̱ ͞͡҉̱̺̻͕͟G̶̳̘͓̥͈̬̘͍͚͕̳̪͘͜͟ȩ̨̺̥͔͉̗̬̭͢͟o̗̼̤͍̥̺͓̲̳̖͓͙̤̭̕͘͞ͅr҉̡͟͠͏͖͎̗͙̭͚̬̜͙͔͚̬̹͇̯͉̲̣̝g̨̤͙̰̹̭̗̭̯͚̟̝̭̻̙̹͍̹e͈̘̜͚̹͉͎̯̩̳̮̕͝ ̛͔̬͚̥͖͔̮̩̗̥͟͟ͅG̸̱̻͙͈͚͢ͅę̧̛̲̼̫̦̻̪̪̗̺̗͖̱̕ͅo̷͈̘͓͎̦͠͝ͅr͝͏̩̜ͅͅg̶̱̱͔̕e͢͢҉̡̲̳̮̤̘̼̯̥̘̝̖͕ ̨̹̜̣̻̙̺̗̻̻̖̭͕͕͕̺̠̀͠G͞͏̩̩͎̩͎̫̮͖̲̣̞̖̗̩ͅe̢͈̗͕͈̖̻̱̺̦̦͈̠̝͢o͜͏̰̝̱̭̼͈͇͔̠̗̟̫͓̼̱̭͘ŕ͎͙̝̦̪͈̼̜͓͇͎͜g̴̶͏̼̲̞͎̻͉̻̭̬̰̣͔͔̘͇ͅͅe҉̷̨͇̱̦̭͎͓̞͔̱̘̹̘͈ ̸̥̯̳̥̞͘Ǵ̵̶͕͉̻̯͚̣͙̰̱̝̩̫̤̤̖͓̰̭ͅe͖͇̩̖͖̭̼͓̖͍̠͉̻͚͟o̸̢͕͎̗̳̭̠̲͖͉r̵̶̩̹͈͖̞̼̙̻̗̻̟̦̳̜̦ͅg͚̯̳̩͚̰͈̺̫̞̙̬̻͞e̢̧̨̛͇͓̪͖͚͕̩̥̤͚̫̤̝͖̺ ̣̼̗̮̼̯͍͚̻̥̗͟͜͠͠͡G͏̨̛̬̬̝̘͖̬͔͉͚̻͙̹̬̠̪̱̗̻̪ḛ̠̰̥͓̥̳̻̭̯̤͇͎̪̲͍́͡ͅo̢̰̮̥͇͉͘͟͢͝r̩̠̻͍̯̬̙̩̀g̵̪̲̱̭̮͕͕̘͍͎̠̗̱͓͟ͅe͇̦̻̫̩̳͖̖̤̱͜͡ ̘̯̘͙̗͓̣̟̮͖̰̣̫̲͔̻́͘͡ͅG̷̖̲͚̦̣͙̬̟͎̤͈̫̦̻̖̖͘͝ḙ̸͈̼̘͍̻͘͘o̷͘͟͡҉̗̪͔̖͍̭̝̙̤̱̦r͖͉̬̦̜͈̰͉̪̺̳͙̼͈̫͠ͅģ̣͔̦͔̥͕͉̤̀͝͞ḙ̡̨̱̘̝̹̺͖̥̼ͅ ̶͏̰̞̗̘̘͕͉̠͔̘̣͖͉̞͚̥̤ͅĢ̷̦͔̜̰͍̤͍͙͉̖͘e̷̸͔͓̰̻̠̱͍͔͈̰͚͕̕͝ͅo̰͕̮̟̻͍͖̗͉̺͔̪̳̩͙̝̮̬͜͝ͅr̕͢҉͚͔͓̘̖̗͙͖̕̕ǵ̰̹̹̕͢͜e̴̤̖̜͙͈͕͠ ̧̧͍̞͈͓̪͉̳̜̀G͠͏҉̫͚̲͙e҉̸̛̙̳̬͉̙̤̩͉́͞o̴̡̜̝̮͖̖̠͎̥̥̝̟̣̣̪̭̭̠̟̖͞r͏̸̴̲͔͍͓͚͝ͅg̸̸̨̲͓̫̟͜e̵̢̨͍̬̥̱̤̖͟͠ͅ.̫̼̦̩̘̞̗͈̝̥̣̝͇͕́͟͡ͅͅ ̷͍̙̳̪̣̖̭̥͚̪̦̬̱̙̭̕͢͞G̸̷̬̞̘̤͇e҉҉̷̨͍̖̳̩̯o̸̤̣̠͇̘̬̻͙͇͎͈͉̯͖͎͕̠̥͓͘r̸̘͉̮̝͎̺͜͡͠g̵̛͕͎̙͉̰̰̝̞̦͡ę̜̯͚͎̥̙̥̼̬̩̬̻̥͓̭͚͔̺̀͟ ̶̡̹̠̬̺͕̫͚̟͢͟G̸̷̛̤͖͉̰͔̳̳̞̼͜ȩ̟̯̤̣̜̗̠̱͕̕̕͜ò̴͇̳̹̰͇͎̗͓̳͍̭͍̱͈̀͟r̛͞͏̴̹̠̫̦̟̻͖̩̟͎g̸̸̛̫̠̳͙͙̼̯̤̘̻͉̬̖̺̪̗̘͟e̴̟̺͕̱͓̰̰̝͎͟͢ ̴̺̘͕̫͙̤̰̼̹̫̕͢͢G͝͏̻̬͈̘͉̯̖͉̻̝̥͢͡e͏̴̛͓͎̜̰̲̪̪̮͚͞ǫ̵̴̶͉̣̩͉̘̮r̨̬̞̩̹̫̳͓̗̱̭̘͕̰͘͢͡ͅģ͏̴̸͎̞̤̠̣̱͕͔͎̥͚̬͍ȩ҉̜̝̻͇͔͍͢͠ ̴̢̛͉̞̹̤̜͠G̸̭͓̤͙̲̼̯͕͇̺̙̭̗͓͚̭͉̰̕͜ͅe̶̴̹̟̯͕̩̮̞̯̜̖̻͓͖͉͓̱̟̳͍͘͢o҉̶̘̳̰͕̠̠̝̼̥̥͘͘ṟ̸̝̼ͅg̕͝҉̻̹͙͈̤̭̦̣̬͎̫̻̦e̷̸͓̙̖͜͟ ̧̡̢͠͏͈͉̜̫̩͍̞Ģ̵҉̧̝͕̱̳̘̺͇ͅé̛͎̠̖̫̰͕̳͟͞͡ò̰̠͔̯͖͢͠ŗ̶̶̙̣͕̜̠͙͓̩̩̮͡g̵̶̡̗̰̤̩̲̤̪͘͞e̵̡̙̦̣̭͕͈̭͍̠̟̞ ҉̷̹̯̘̮̲̣̻̜̱G̀҉̜̹̺̻̳͙̜̥͍̱͔̯e̳͖͈̬̝̫̼͇̗̯̲̲̦̥̩͇͚͖̲͜͞ơ̡̹̗̻̼̙͍̖̙͞r̠͓̞͔̣̭̬̠̘͚̥̪͢ģ̶̧͍̫̪̼̬͔͔̭͟e̷̛̩̩͎̤̘͖̦͓̟̗̤̤̪͘ ̺̺̣͍̺̲͓͎̪̬̙͙̪̮̣͇͈́͜͠͡Ǵ̴̩͚͙̫̥̱͎͔͓͕̥̲̬͡͡ͅȩ̵̰̣̫̟̮̹̖͓̥̀̕͡ó̡̜̬̳̘̯̲̥͉͚̣̠͖͟͝͞ŕ̖͚̙̝͈̳̖̙̼̳͎͍̗͈̕͢͝͡g͘͟҉͔̰̤ę̭͚̞̼̝͓̭̰̤͢͢͠ ̸̛̫͉̩̗̞̗̫͞͠G̡̨҉̶͍̮͓͓̝̠͕̫̟̱͎͔̺̼̯͉̜͎͇ę͎͉̺̻͎̭̪̠̪́͟͜͟o̷̢͎̗̺̬̟̖̲̝̱ͅr̸̡̢̬̪͖̙̞͈̪̩͙͉̻͚̻͔̘̪͜͞ǵ̡̡͖͙̫͖̥͔̭̘̲͓͝e̴͚̤̦͇̯͓̳͎̱͙̰͚̙̳͜͞͞͝ ̘̝̩͙̖̗͎̮͚͈͖͚͘͠G̨̯̪̼̱͇̰̜͎̞̺͓͎͍̦͍͟͟e̼̬̱͎͇̜͘͝ͅo̷̕͠҉̟͓̠̝͠r̴̲̫̜̝͙̟͎̪̜͔̖͕͓͕̗̼̮g̷̷̰̮̠̩̺̞̜e̵͍̼͔̰͓̦͉͢͟͟ͅ ̱͓̫̳̝͖̺͓́G̵̴͚̲̘̪͈̰͖͎̻̪͝͞è̸̢̧̛͇͕̥͇͈̳͖̣̫̯͖͙͙̯̺͖͔ͅͅo̸̴̞̗̜̪͇̖͕̮̖͈̬̰̹̫̲̫̜̯̰͝r̡̛̝͔̳̖̳̭͚̀g̡̱̠̰̰̜͈̙̙̀͠e̼̠̤̙̱̫̠̗̻͔̯̮̩̯͍͉̞̰͔̕͟ ̸̨̫͉̫̰̻͉̯̱͓̪͇͙͙̤̠̙́͜G͜͏̵̡͙̟͙̰̙͚e̛̹̱̲̣̪̥̰̺͍͙̭̥̩̭͔̠͎͕͝ͅo͏̻̯̮̤̼̣͚̟̻͡ͅŕ̷̶̞͉̦͇̻͉̹̮̼ͅg̵̵̖̣͖̖̱͚̺̼͇̰̥e̱̝̼̦̹͇͍̜̻̲͍͇̥̪̩͓̦̤͞͡ ̛͚͇̠͔̗͡G͏̛̛̮͓̯̩̯̹̬̲̼̮ͅe͘͏̻̥͖̺̣̮̜́͝ͅo̷͔̪̞̠̝͢͡ͅͅr̷͏͍̭̥̩̫̮͚̪̘͡g̵͓̘̹̳̟̜̠͜͠ͅe̸͙͉̜͇̳̝͙͔̠̬̘͔̝̙̱͇͜͝.̸̙̹͇̦̠͔̤̞̜̥̀ͅ George G̛̪͓̥͕͙̳̘̟͎̭ͣͤ̔ͯ̉ͣ̔͜e̫̞̪͂̃͒͒̊ͮ̓̀̚͢͞ͅo͓̺͈̘̪ͮ̿̑͂̉ͭ̓̇̈́̈́͆͒͌͂͢r̡ͬ̇̀̅̅̑͐̍̔̽̀ͩ̾ͥ͟͏̵̱̺̭̦̬̩͍̺̦ͅģ̘̬̭͔̲̫̞̯͇̠͖̙̦͉̬͙̝̺͆̂̔̎͒̾ͮͬ̔͆ͫͬ͆ͬ̾́͜͡e̦͔̣̣̱͛̿͊ͣ̋ͣͩͦ͐ͯ̉ͣ̅́͛̐ͨ̎͒́͝ ͙͙̤̺̱̟̬̠̑̊ͥ͐ͧͬ͐ͭͬ̒̂̓̕͜ͅG̴̹̞̲͎̬̞̦̝̜ͨ̈́̓ͫ͗́͐͑ͫ̉̽̚͠ͅē͍̬͔͉̹͓͓̪̭͙̯͍̟̦̳̥͙̖ͣ̑̋͗̾͋̏ͬ̓̐̈̓̕ơ̢̞͚̹̪̬͛̈̔̃́͜ŗ̳̝̰̺͖̠͖̖̬̭̙̩̥͙͕̏̉̅̀̎ͤ̄ͯ̾̎̒̆̂̀̀̀ͅg̵̷̰̮͖̫͊͐͋̃ͯ̑̏ͫͤ͌̅̀̉̚͢͜͞ę̸̷͇͕͍͎̟̘͙̗̯̳̬͉͍̩̯̲͎͑̏̐̄ͥͮͭ̓͆͌ͬ̃̋̍͋ ̡͖̰͔̯͖̱̭̬̰̙̭̐ͮ͒̒ͨͨ͗ͮ͡G̋̑̿ͫ̔͛̓̉̐͑̓̍ͪ̒̌̕҉҉̼̬̥̪̘̫̲͕͈̠̣̥ę͖͎̯͉̳̭̘̘͈͓̪̻͎͒̉͑͑ͮͬͥͧ̈̄̅ͯ͞ǫ̸̴͑ͩͨ̿̈͒̿ͦͧ̔ͭ̄̇̚҉͎͔̻͚͚̙̬̣r̛̠̥͚̤͔̭̞̙̟͉̬̞͔͍̭̦̦̯̐̄̔ͨ́͜g̶̞̘̙͙̭̹̮̓͗̈́ͯ̈̾̌̊̾̾ͦ͡èͩ͊̈̌̎̽̅҉̷̢̢͖͓̤̠͙̬ ̢̛̹̳͈͓̰͎̺̞̭̥̲̹͆ͬͧ͐̍ͦ̿̒ͩͧ̏̍ͯ̓̃͊̐̌̚͢Ğ̸̷͎̯̗̙͎̯͓͈̱̝̰̻̯̳̟̓͐̈́̊͛ͩͤ͐̓̓͑̌͝͝eͯ͌̾̏͗͌̓͋̑ͦ̏͞҉͕̰̦̟̠͍̠̤̼̕o͕̖̤͓̤͓͚ͪ̌̈́ͥͦ̀ͬ͑̍ͦ͂́͘͘ŕ̸ͧ̓ͨ̉̃͛ͭ͏̀҉̱̫̹̗̞̠̱̜͈̟̣̳̮͖͉̻̬̰ͅg̯͈͔͙͒ͩ̊ͫ́͒̈́̓͌ͮͯ̿̌͗͛̂͢͟͞͝ẻ̢̳̣̠̖͓̼̤̬͎͚̰͉͎̱̅͂́̌̕͝ͅͅ ̴̵̯̳͇͔̱̦̬̟͐̾ͣ̓͒͒̽̎͟͜G̵͎͕̮̰ͨͯ͆̈̒̋̏͒̃̓̑ͥͦ͛̀̚̚̚͡e̷̻̩̺̰̠̬̼̮͍ͬͣ̌ͥ̀̿̃͒͑ͥ̔͘ǫ̦͔̟̮͕̻̼̭̻̫͎͓̐̽͛̐͑̍̊ͫ͗̂̍̈̇ͬ̂̓̊͊̕͜͝r̸ͯ̍͊ͣ̑̃ͨͭ̐ͨ͑͊̍͌ͫ͜͠҉͓̖͓̹̼̦̩̜̥̪̪̮͈̭͎g̵̢̮͖̰̙̼̪̫̺͕̼̫̤͈̅̾̐͗̉ͧ̒͢͠è̾ͩ̇͂͋̏҉̨̥͍̹̞̭̦̤͜ ̶̐́ͩ̉ͯͮ͒̓͌͆́͜͏͍̺̲̜͍̘̥̮̯̩͎͇͎͇̱̖̩͞Ġ̟̟͎̰̰̩̰͈̰̖̫̫̫̬̱̯̥͙͌̃͑͌͊̑̊ͪͧ̆̓̄̕̕͠ë̢͍̹̩̦͙̭̱̲̤̺̤͓̱̤́ͫͧͬ̾̊̆͋̔ͫͣͤ̌̎́̚̕͟͝ͅo͉̟̬͕̙͚̠̘͕̪͖̮̣ͯ̽͋̉̈́̕͜͠͝ͅr̨̞̱̮͈̖̎͆̇ͣ̑͗́̐͂̀́ͯͪ̈̒ͤ͟͝g̦̱̣̜̖̉̇ͫͭ͆̈́̒̍̃̑͋ͪ̇̈̔ͮ͜͡ēͣ̍͒͏̵̵̸̳̜͔͍̲ ̸̡̗͉̱̤̝͔̙͓̩̠̳̲͈͐̍͑̓̑ͨ̓̎ͨ̔͊̾ͨͦͨG̡̞̝͔̞͔͔̱̙̠͉̰ͯ̏̑̐̽ͪ́͢͠͡e̷͇̲̩͔ͩ̌̽ͭ͊̀̓o̶̞̹͔͖̺̞̹̥̣̬̙̭̘̜̓̄͒̎̀ͤ̍̚͘͝r̴̨͉̦͎̙̜͉̤̬̤͕̝͕̾ͬͩͣͣ̽̀ͥ̿̄̋ͤ͆͢͠͝g̅ͨͭͤ͐̓̒̐͊ͨ̀̀҉̸̧̛͖̫͖̱͎͈̞̩̜̫́ę̸̸̵͕̬͚͙̤͙͎̝̹̲̯͖̭̺͖̫͙̠̍ͧ͛̄̋ͦ̋ͫ̔̽͌ ̡̬̙̖̦̬̰̰̺̗̻̳̤̹͙ͪͬ̍̐̂ͨͦ͊̽ͮͫ͝G̍̑ͩͯ̂̋͑͌̔͊ͦ͞҉̼̪̤͓̙̮̬̘̱͎̙̣̬̝̫̤͙̪́e̖̝̭̗̗͍͆͒ͮͯ̈̏ͦ̐̓ͭ̉̀ͫͯ͂̍̌́̕͘͟͟ǫ͍̗͙͔̹̻̤̟̱̦̰̠̖̰̟̤̦̰͙̅ͭͨ̉͌̏̉́̉̾̃͛͆ͬ̀̀́r̶̡̯̯̬͕̍̒̍ͯ̀ͪͨ̏ͬ̇͌̎͂ͫͯͥͬͅg̷̖͈͓͎̺̭̳͍̣̭̞̙̯͓̠̮͂͌̿ͤ̂͐͌̉̔ͦͫͩ́ͪ͗ͩ͒͆ͥͅe͑ͫ̈ͯ͟͠҉̷̳͔̹̥̗̱̤͉̻̙͖̱̠͔ͅ ̵̡͙̙͉̖̼̭̩͓̮̜͉̈ͫ̈̾ͧͦͮͬͤ̑̋ͧ̏ͦ̍͗̄͞͠͡G̡̖͔͍̺̪̘̭͍͓̜̦͙̱̥̰͓͙̗ͮ̈ͥ̈́͒ͮ̐̉̚͘e̷̵̛̲̹͓̤̩̭̥̗͈̦͍̫ͧ͗͛̆̓ͩ͐ͪ̄̈ͪ̃ͦ̚ơ̩̖͓̤̥͎̟͙̺̠̰̰̣͉̜͈ͣ͂͂̋͗͊̐̾̅ͭ̏͆̿̄͋ͧ̚̕͘͠r̸̜͖̥͉̠͇͈͉̲̳͈͚͚̬̖͓̠͙ͧ́̾̐̉̾͂ͬ̂́ͮ̏ͮͪ̓̉̚̕͟͠ͅĝ̵̡̢̘̣̥̯͊͆́͒̊̄ͣ̈́ͭͫ̂̃̆̂̿̄̿̒͢ȩ̱͉̫̮̝̦̰́̂͆́ͪ͂̉͋̐͛͞ͅ.̴̥̥̦͇͖̞̽͗̊ͭ̾̑ͩ̓ͭ͆͑ ̴̸̢ͥͨ͗̇̎ͩ̉̓̄͐͒͋̂̏͗҉̹̘̝̩͍͓̙̫̝̩̣͓̫̤̣̱̻̀G͔͎͔̬͌ͯ̌ͮ̇̿ͥ̿ͭͫ̑͛̾̐̓̆̚͟͠͡e̴̶̢̞̮̟͇͚̗̥̮̤̩̗̯͎ͨ̽̽̏̉̑̍̔ͅoͪ̅ͤ̏ͭ͂̓̾̈̌̇̓ͪ̏҉̡̫̮͚͕͈̖̙͈̙͚̞̤̤̦͝r̵̡̙͎̦͔͍̱̝̹͍̼̺̦͚̖̖̯͉͔̜ͧ͌̐ͭͥ̃̏ͪͤͣǵ̴̶̡̜̤͈̰͇̼͙̣͐̑̄͆̌̚͟ȩ̠̙̳̗̬̙̘̮̫̹̹ͪ͌͒̐ͩͧ͊͞ͅͅͅ ̶̢̧̟̰̻̥̥̟̾͊̂ͫ͂̒̒̓ͧ̕Ġ̶̡̮̱͚̳̼͔̝̘̖̳͉͈͙̯̤̪̝̱͈̾̋͆̔ͨ͢ḝ̗͉̤͓̳͙̥̭͖͍͓̙̲ͮͥͥ̄̓̓̓͛̓ͬ͐͛ͤ͛͢͢o̸̭͚̺̜̹͎̺̖̭̩͔̣̩͍͓̪̜ͤ̅ͩͤ̉̾͒̉͊̈͛͂͒̊̔̾̈́̑̀r̸̸̪͔͕͕̦̓̄ͯ́̋͐͒̔̊̅͡g̷̛̛͉̼͙̻̞̪̮͖̯̬̩͉͇̯͔ͨ͛͗͗̄̾̅͑͗̒͑ͭ̆̍͐́̀͝e̴̛͙̠̜̜̯͓̳̭̱͖͖̭̝̟̻͈̒͗̇́̓͐ͫͨͪ ̮̰͖̻͉̮̹̘̦͍͇̰̘̮̃͂̿ͦ͢͡G̴ͩ̎ͪͣ̒̆ͬ͏̶̡̨͉͖͕͓̝̲̫̖̰̠̯͚̤̠͍̰ḛ̵̖̻̜̱̤̻́̏̍ͭͦ̌ͣͫ̆ͧ̂͒͐͒ͭ̂̆́͂͜͜͢ò̌̈̓҉̨̯̣͖̱̫̼̯̦͎̳͚̥̗̲̺͎͇̣͟͞r͍̙͓̘͕͓͕̫̮͑̃̊̀ͦ͑ͤͯ̊͐̈́́͢g̶͕̞͚̩̞̙̲̠̫̯̣̰̘͐͛͂̽́̇̍̃̂̂̽̑͋͠e̔̀̓́͑͂ͥͫ̀̅̆̂ͫ̊̿ͭ͛̾͛́҉̧̳̪̬̗̻͍ ̶̶̶̜̲͎͉̰͔͎͔͙̭͓̜̹̭͈ͪ̓ͮ̊ͨͯ̍͂̈́̔̽̒̏͐̕͢G̴ͭ͂ͩ̊ͬͮ̄̌͌҉̩̖͕̱͓͚̭̟e̸̶̛̤͉̫͖̯ͧ̑̅ͪͬ͒̍́͑̀͢ȏ̤͎͇̝̔̀ͯ́̍ͩ̇͌̒͢͡r̴̘̰̲͙̤̭̗̟̾̔ͨ̂̿ͭ̎̒ͬ͊̉̓̐͡͠g̶͓̤̰̟͍̙̣̘͈̺͇̗̦̖̣͑͊̽̄ͧ̈́̔ͥ͆̌̇̽̏̊́̐̅͢e̛̹̤̭͕̾̉̃̓͌͝ ̢̭̝͎͍͕͎̤̜̳̬̣͈̟̪̄̔ͧͥͭ́̚͟͡G̢͐̐ͫͨ̀̑̾͊́͐ͤ̇̈ͬ̊ͮ̉̚͢͡͝͏̯̭̹̬̜͕̲̘̬̘͍̤͚̞e̷̝̩̺̤̮̖̦̪͓̾ͭ̅̓̈̆ͦ͂ͥ͋͂͒̆̕͜ǫ̨̛̺͔̠͇̺̝͖̥̟̮̭̒̅͐͜ŗ̸͕̥̙̙̫̫̗͕̹̞̯͗̍ͩ̎͑͂̋͊̌̀͆ͪ̀̉̚͢͝g̹̖͉̲͓͈̹̺̟̬̮͒ͮ̾͊͒͛̀͘͜͡ẻ̸̳̞̰̺̲̪̬̘ͯ̏̓̽̈́̓̆̕ ̽̄̋̿͌͆͆̉̓̆ͤ̈́ͦ̐ͯ̅̌͢͏̢̖͓̩͍̝͚̗̹̝͉̲̰̻̟͖͕͍͢͞G̷̜̗̰͍͕̙̖̥̥͉̥̩̪̪͆̽͐ͯ͞e̴͉̼̥̠͐̾̀ͣ̈́̉ͫͦ̽ͦ̓̓̔́̚̚͟o͎͔̠͚͙͉̹̮̲̬̯̜͉̰͆ͬͦ̂́͒̎ͣ͆̋̂̿̒̀̀͐͐͜͜ͅr̴̶̻̮͖͔̀ͨ̒̾̐̈́͒ͫ̈ͨͣͩ͒̐̌̅ͯ̅́́g͑ͨ̏̓̌̒̾ͤͣͬ͐ͧͤ̃̊̚҉̦̼̘̬̭͕̙͔̩̗̺̥̣͇̩ȩ̶͋̇̅ͨ̈͆ͣͥ̒̔ͬ̇҉̺͍̣͖̤͙̘̞̀.͗̀ͪ̃̽ͤ̄ͫͣ̌̇͐̒̄ͦ̈́͞͏̸̟̟͎͚ͅ ̧̞͔̰̯̼͕̫̦͕̳̼̩̹̘̆ͮ̉̀́̿̕G̹̪̣͈̪̝͚̯̫̺̠̗͉͓̮͓ͩ͂̏͐͗̀̆ͣ͂ͥ̔̅͒̊̃̐͡͡͠ę̆̿ͩ͛ͪ̽͗̍ͥ͆͗̕͏̶̘̫̜͕̘ͅȯ̰̟̻̗̙͚̰̫̲̹̻̭ͤͦ̿ͧͥ͋ͣ̒͗̈́ͦ͑͞ŗ̨̰̗̺̲̯͍̯̙͉̺̱̯̹̟̘͈̭̳̅͋ͯͫͪ̾͑̈́̊̈͆͝ǵ̸̢̜̻̻͎̙̝̣͎̦̗̹͋̑̐̓ͪͫ̓ͬ̓͊́̓͞͝e̙̣͕̥̼̠̘͎͋̈́͂́ ̵̨̈́̄̀̊̏ͫ͂̒́̋͑͒ͧͬ͌̈́̊҉̠̖̹̩͎̬̼̗̺̘̝̣̫͔G̢̢̟̝̺͕̭̬ͨͭ̀͂̈́̓̂͂̽ͣ̋̌͆̈́ͫ̈̉̓ͥ̕͘͢e̸̞͖͚̭̹̳͔̹̘̳͎̟ͯ̍̑ͫͫ͋̽ͯ̒̓̒͗͢o̸̬͕̜̪̣̳͉͍͓͖͖̽̍̎͆͐͜͡ŗ͓͙̼̟̦̭̟̲̦̖̪̻͔͇̝̏̓ͪ̿ͭ͂̐͆ͣ̎͂̋̔̓̋ͩ̅͝ͅg̢̢͓̳̙͉ͥ̿ͯ̌ͬ̃̀̓́͟e͎̼̘̤̥̝͈͎̠̠̠͉̔͗̍͜͞͡ ̨͎̺̞̠̫͖̤̱͇͍̟̩̺̹̺ͨ̔̊̍̅̂ͥ̌̽̏͊̀̕͝Ǵ̶̇ͤͣ́̒̂́̊̎͐ͨ̅̿͡͏͏͕̲̘̠͈̞̪̻͟e̶͖͇̦̻̪͚̝̫̗ͨ̄̽̓̏̽̓͛́͘ǫ̸̶͔̘̜̫̭̯̞̆͛̒̃̃̋ͧ͆̌͡r̨̃ͥ̆͂̇ͥͤͭͧ̑͂̅̊̈͏̲̮̫̯̳̻̮̗͔͎ͅg̸̟̦͙̟̯͆̋̏ͮ͋ͤͭͫ͒̊ͣ͗̓̿́̕͟͞ȩ̢͈̺͔̥̻̗̥͎̟ͫ̂̿͌̑ͦ̑̓̈́̒͗̈ͤ̔̅͞ ̴̨̢̡̼̱̹͕͇̲̩̯̓͋̾ͩͯ͑̇ͪͩͣ̂̌͐͐̾ͮ͗͠Ĝ̶͓̩̺̗̤̤͕̲̰̗͓̺̜͍̹̳̆͒̾ͣͮ̃̅̈ͤ̈̓̋͒̓ͧͮ͗͜è͖̖̪̯̎͊̌́̚͟͡ơ̷̒͊́̋͋ͯͪͮ͊͊͘͠͏͇̠̩̩̻̼̗̝r̶̓ͫ͌ͥ́̾̿҉̸͎͓͇͔͖̦̘͝g̴̡̢͈̻͙̜̬͉̣̰̟͍̊ͦͯ̔͗ͭ́ͣͫͤ̃ͯ͊ͥͥ̓ͥ͌͢e̓ͯ̅͑̓̅̊̚͏̖̙̰̻͎̹͍̘̬͔̦͎̳̦̭̣̙̀̀͞ ̨̡̺̮̻̻̥̖̺̥̮̟̫͖͕͎͇͊̊̌͂ͧ͒ͪͤ͛̀ͥ́͢͞G̵̪̭̪͖̗̻̪̱͕̟̖̘͉̭̺ͫͭͩ̓̎ͣͫ́̓ͧ͛͆͐̆e͙̟͍̝͓̓ͫ̅ͨ̿͑ͧ͊̋̾ͥ̑͋ͭͦ̅̈̓̑͟͜ǫ͋ͨ͑͋̉ͪͧ͛͏̖̺͓͎̙̹̟̻͓̫r̵ͦ̅̉͛̀ͨ́̔̿̎͞͡҉̲̖̯͕͞g̵̶̯͈̼̪̬̤̟͔͕ͮ̏ͭ̉͑͂̊ͥ͐̑͗̑̓ͦ́ͭę̸̷̶̖̤̻̫͍̟̪̻̼̟̣̞̫ͯ͋̃͊̅ͫ̉̏͡ ̵̢̫̹͇̦̘̗̰ͬ̓͊̎̀̀ͦ̾̀̑͟͠G̷̼̖̠̔͒̐́͘͞è̮͈̫͉̂͑ͤ͋́̕̕͠o̷̺̤͉̬͙̘͖͍̰̲̲̳̙̔̈̅͑̿̄̽̓̅ͥ̿̈́̓͗͠ͅȓ̶̟̞̹̜̦̝̹̮̗͎̝͖̫͇̯̝͗̾̈́ͥͬͧ̈́̆ͅg̷̻̦̻̟͇͔̦̘̟͓̺̱̯̫̜̯ͥ̐ͣ̆̈̎̑͆̈́̿̎͛̿ͥ̀̐́͡e̷̴̙̹̖̬͌ͩ͒̎̽̌̄̆ͦ̀ͣ̎̾̇̍ͣͦ̀̚̕͜ ̸͇̝̯͙̹̹̤̹̙̜̘̮̻ͭͤ͋͐̂͂ͪ̐͐ͫ͜͝G̢̼͈͎̰̹̳̤̱̰͛ͣ̏͌̓̚̕͜͞e̴̢ͪ̔̄ͫ͏͓̤̬̳͍̩͔̥̬ȯ̴̴̯̠͙̥̦͙̘̤͍̬̣̫́̈́͆̿̀r̡̰̖̲͕͉̫̤̝̝̘̜̤͔̱͋͑̈́̊͗ͦͨ̅̽̈̈̎͐̀̆̍͐́g̢̧͙̣͓̲̣͍͚͉͎ͨ̏̽ͭ̉̽ͨ̄͞e̯͖̪̯̣͓̥̖͍̙̫̦̦̔͆ͨͭͧ̿ͯ̾̃͑ͧ͋̂̂̋̿̊͡ ̴̴͉͕̼̱͇̩̼͉̋̅͛̄͑ͯ͟G̜̞͉̬͖̋̎͊͆̇̔̊ͩ̄̀ͫ̓͂̋͂̏́ͨ͐́eͨ̿̔̃͏̘͙͉̲̯̥͓̫̯̤̣̙̭̠̝̖̲͞ͅǫ̸̸̬̗̙̞͉͕͙̖̼̤͚̽ͯͨ̂̌̃̒̊͌̏ͬ͗͊̐̉̉ͩͪ͝ͅr̵̞̪͎̠̱̣͕̆̽ͨͮ̃̓̈͊̋̑̐͘ǧ̈́̏͟͠͝͏̤̼͈̺̠͖̫̞̘̩̱̮̩̼̟͈ͅͅę̷̷̡̺̻͍͇̥̰̻̻̰̱̗̞̲̝̮̲͔̓̓ͯ͒ͪ̑͆͋̇̉͢.͋͋͐ͤ͋̒͒̃͐͂̊ͬ̿̑͡͏̧̝̥͉͓͈͔̱̣͈̰͕͓̗̯̲̻̫͜ͅ 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̷̬̘̰̦̪̭̟̯̪̫̜͔͖̽̅ͮͬ͛͂ͪ̅ͫ̂͑̇̓̀̑̈͂ͫ͟͢Ģ̘̟̲̱̠͈̮͉̫̩͕̥̥̦̝͎̯̇͂̍̑́͘͡ͅe̬̞̙͔̥̞̠̙̼̻͉͇̞̽͗͗͛ͦ̈̒̀͘͟͝͞ō̇͂̍̊̈҉̴̼͕̞͙̫͖͚̜̱͔̗͝ͅͅr̵̖̼̙̱̘̝̺̖̯̭̥̩̃͌͛̂͊̎́̌̀̐̂͋̊ͨ̚͜͡g̢̖͚̝̮̙̣̬͈̼̠̿ͩ̈́̎͊͑ͯͫ̆̍ͧͫ̄ͯͯͬ͗ͪ̐͞e̴̡̳͉̼͙͈̩̳̙̜̖̠͔̞͎̻̥͖̍̓ͨ̊ͭ͐͘ ͆ͫ̋̿ͪͪ̆̅͛͌ͩͧ͌̽͢͢͟҉̲̮̬̭̥̯̻̺͘Ġ̵̸̣̗̮͙̦̼̯̣̠̺̱̲͙̗͕̭̻͂̿ͮ͌̄̈ͮ̂̑̅́̋̉e̡̅̆͆͂̄̑̂ͨ̊͂̽͒͐ͥ̔̒̾́҉̙͎̻̼͚̝̮͎̠̝̤̮̱̗͕̯̭õ̟̳̜̼̜̩̬̱̫̋̒ͥͯ̍̌̅̀̚͡r̅̊͗͑ͬͩ̏̒̎͊͐̾ͭͩ҉͍͍̝̥͘͞g̙̮̣͙̮̉̿͋̔̿̊ͧͤͨ̿̒̂̀ͩͨ̆ͭ̀͢e̸͚̻̯̩̳͎̼͍̹̘̝̹͔̹̭̙̱͎͒̌ͦ̆̽ͮ́̒̅ͪ͐͛̕ ̴͕̻̘̩͎̳̤ͮ͌ͯ́ͭ͒͌͛ͣ̕G̛̞̬̤̟̦̲̲̉͗͆͋͌̀̋̓ͥͩ͋͋e̪̝̩͚̘̫̥̟͓̪̼̱͚͌̒̎̒̍̎̊̇̓ͪͬ̑ͪ̚͟͡o̰͔̖̹͍͕̩̳̭̬̼̝̖̰̭ͥ̂͗ͪ͂͌͘͢r̸̘̼̪̜̻͍̻̼̬̩͐̋̂̇̋̑̀̏̃̅͐ͪ͋͆̉̀ͧ͜͠g̸̡̪͖̟̻͋͛̓ͨͩ̒ͤ̓͛̐͂̀̓̈́ͥ͘͟͝ĕ̴͙̙̮͙̘͚̦̗̰̈̋̔͢͞ ̷̧̛͎̰̗̝̘ͮ̇̇̍ͩ͑͛͑̍ͬͭ͢G̵̸̨̮͕̘͈̟̬͍̰͖̭͖̲̥̝̤̯̙̓̏̂̉̎ͩ̚̚͞eͣ̌͌̇͏̡̧͚̩̜̺̠̠̙͙͈͎͓ǒ̴̧͎̣̖̫͇͎̼͉̠̺̥̹̖͂̔̊̒͗ͬ̚ͅŗ̴̻͈̦͍͉̰̝̫̠̪͎͕̙̞͎̌ͫ̈͌̔̍ͧ̂̈ͯͦ̂ͦͫ͌ͫͪ̇ͪ́ͅģ̺̣̟̬͇͙̝̹̲͎̮̬̭͛͐ͤ͑̃̐͐ͬͭ͘ͅę̴̬͇̝̭͐ͧ̽̈́͆́̇͘͞.̵̶̴̼̰͖͖͇͍̜̩̯̣̭͈͔̟̜̥̮̈͒̾̏͋͑́͊̐ͬͮͩ͗̒ ̴̆̾̆ͯ͑̈́̔҉̸̲̣̦̘̺̭̪͘Gͦͩ̒ͯ̊ͣͧ҉̶͎̠͚̪̼̼͎̪͙e͕̪̙͚̱̝͉̮̰͕͕̝̟̲͔͍̹̝ͫ͋̾̈ͧ̆̀ͨ͒͒̂̂ͨ̆ͣͧ̔̌͘͢͠ǫ̩͇͕͕̥͓̺̭̰͕̠̤̗͒̉́ͫͩͤͩ͆̒̈̊̋ͪͥ̍̀̕͟r̢̗͚̲̗̦̤͕̯̙ͥ̽̽̍́͡g̷̷͋̉ͪͣͨ̎ͮ̍ͣ̍͊͟͏̺̟̱̲͉͉̹̪̲̙̩̲͜ȅ͊͑̉̚͜͏͙̣͖̮̝̭̠ ̸̑͐ͥ̆̍͊͐ͫ͟͏̖͎̹̫̫̙̬̮͕Ǵ̷͓̭͇̘̦̩͙̬̙̙̻̻̯ͥͫ̀̚ẽ̶̡̛̫̘̲̖͉ͭ̀̏ͯ̽ͤ̔̎̇̌ͬ̈́ͧ̏̓ͤ́̀ǫ̴̜̦̖̯̼̫͎̜̯̮̜͕̘̲̻̻͔͍̎̍̀ͭ͒̃͘͟ṟ̸̻̺̖̳̟͙̹͖̼̪̖̠̓ͮ̐̑̀͟gͩ͋̿́ͫ́̔̇͒̈́ͤ̈ͦ̉ͩ̌҉̮̼͖̱̱̦͝e̢̍ͭ̿ͧ̌̇́̽̀ͩͨͯ̒͌̅́͐͟҉̩͕̗͕͖̜̯͉̪̣̩̮̫̜̪̤̞́ͅ.̑ͪͮ́͌͂ͦ̀̊͋ͬ̋̑̂̄̿̇̎͡҉̮̦͕̪̟̦̪̻̜͖̣́͝ ̡̡̻̝̝͓͖̖̝̝͗ͭ̃́̈͐ͥͨ̔̎̎͆ͣ̆̿͐͒̀̕͜G̴̨̳͍̜̜͚̗ͯ̾͌̈́̌ͮ̊̏̇͢͜͡e̵͇̖̦͕̦̦͚̱̜̫͚͌̏̆ͬͩͫͬͧ̀̃̉̏̚͜o͂͗͑͐ͬ̃̂̊͒̈͠͏̸̻̹͚͙͖̲͙̭͇̦̖̫̲r̸̶̯̣͈̺̣͇̮̲̫̻̹̄̈̋̓ͬ͟͠g̶̵̢̢̼̪͕͙͚̟͔̳̪̝͙̙̉͐ͦ̐ͦ̚͞ͅeͯ̉͋̒̀ͮ̐ͣ̐̄͛ͨ͒̾͛͗͑̚͏̴̨͏͉̲̤̰̮͔̗͈̯̫̦̳̬̦͖ͅ ̟̺̜̜̳͓̭̖̙̼̩̩͖̖̪̭̬ͭ͑̿ͫ́̂̏́͘̕ͅG̴̵̯͔̫̣͙̏ͮ͂̏̒͑ͨͧͧ͢͜ͅȩ̸̲̰͖̯͈͙̱͕͍̭̎̃̊̎̌ͮ͂͋̈́ͪ͛̇͘ͅo̦̟̺͕̣̩̘͇̻̩̫̭̖͈͇ͧͣ̆ͧͫ̀ͪ̃͑̄̌͗́ͬ́͢͡͡r̸͔͓̞̜̯͕̞͙̮̞̈́̒ͣͬ́ͭͭ̉̊̾̂̎̈̋̇́͜͡gͭͨͫ͑ͭ̔ͭ͊ͬ̂̋҉̷̭̰̱̳ẹ̼̼̪̰̝͎̱̭̟͓͈͎ͩ͒̓ͦ͜͢͡͡͠ ͨ͌̏͗̂̊̐̿ͮ̔̉͌ͤͩ̀̀͟͏̯̠̯̬̟̰̖̺̫Gͥ͋͊̍͒҉̸͚̗̭̬̪͇̼̮̳̖̪̺̘̖̦ȩ̸͍̰͓̳̩̼̒̓̿́̾͒́͟õ̧̀́̽̋ͦͥ͂ͧ̃̎̾ͮ̆͏̺̠͉̜ŕ̷̸̶̯̬̞͇̘̘̭̹̦̩̠̟̲̤̭̳͕̯͂ͯ͛͗̾g̐̃͑̊̀̔̈̀̋̍́̎ͨ͂͏̷̨̞̯͎͙̞̦̩͈̝͈͚̯̰́͢e͒̌̐ͣͭ͊ͯͬ͠҉̮͙̲̻͚̥͉̞̬̝̩̰̖̟̻.̪̦͎͎̠̬̜̯̭̤͙ͪ̿ͯ̓ͧͥ̓̒̍͡͡ ̴̨̻̞͈̯͉͍͖̜̳̻̦̼̰̫̳͑̅̽̈ͨ̓̂̉͗̈̅̽̏̒̿̂̚͘Gͮͩͥ́͆̀͟͏̶̖̞̫̮͍̬̼̥̹͢͜e̛͍͍̜͕̬̩̎̈́̂͒̆ͬ̈́ͯ͑̀ͬ̀o̵͍̖̱̥͐̂ͧ̈̋ͧ̐̄̽͊̈̔͑͢r̵̵̗̳̺̲͔̖̬̭̘̙͈̖͓̳͚̺̰̼̄ͣ̋ͮ̆̀̅̇ͬ̈g̦̤͙̭͓̳̩̺̜̪̹͉̯̟͓̩͗̔̈́ͪ̀ͪ͑̋̒ͯ́͠ͅe̸̡̧̹̘͍͙͇̬̰̥͉̰͉̐͆̓͜ 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̝G̣̺̼̻̣̬e̕o͈͖͔̥r̺̲͙g̷̳̫e ҉̼̣̱̗̭G̩̩̠͢e͓̪̫̦̺͖o̧̯r̶gè̠̲ ̫̮̥̲̙G͙͚̦̣͕̩͟e͡o̷r͎̀ͅg̴̜̰̱͙̦͉̗e͖͔̕ ̧̺G͇͇̪̟̳̹͈͡e̱̳o͖͈̫r̝̘̦̗̭͍̤ģ̪ẹ̵ ̜̬̝̖͝G͔̪̳̲̟̻eo̥̕r͇g͈͖̼̥̥ͅe̕ ͟G̱̼̪̻͎e͍o̳̤͎r̺͟ge̖̫̞͝ ̷͇G̥̖͜é̯̮͍̙͚o̹͍̦̮̟̜r̹̻g͇͠e̦̖͈͞ ̨̬͓G̤̰̠̪̠̲e̶̘ǫr̦͓̺͉̭ge̠̘ ̞G͉̝̯̫͍ͅe̫̙͞ͅo̶̳̲̗͈̙̩r̡̫͔̲̝͔̞g̣̕e͈̹̬ ̲̯͉̯̠̼ͅG̶e̩̜͚͔̝͚̼o̟͘r̙̩͟g̠͟ȩ̩̲͎ ̩̲G̗̠̟̹̼e̛̟̝̤̤͚̰ͅo͉̠̦r͝g͕͙̝͎̤͖̞e ̤G͉̺͉̝e͢o̶͓̼r̗͝ͅg͢e̪̯̹̬̕geGeorge George GeorG̟̤̹e̮̼ò̲̦̳̣̪͎̳r̸̘̼̳͓̮͎̺ǵ̙̮̭e͉͞ ̙͎͇͚͘G̮é͍̯o͚̟̣͔rg͕e̮̻̥̭ ̬͈͇͞G̢̖̞͓͍ȩ̠̣̯͙̠̜̙o̬̕r̶͍̮̗g̬̪͎̲̻͠e҉͎̺͓̻ ͘G̟͕̦̝͇̞͠e̠̙o̷̘̘r̖̮̤͘g͖̲̞̝e̹̠͇ ҉Ģ̺̭̜͍̩̲͇e̯̝̥͚̖o̙r̳ͅg̥͖̫e̪̱̣̗͙ ̗͕̙̻G͏̺̻̼̖̯̫ͅe̥̳͉̪̙o̞r̛͔g͕͖̦̘̟̞̕e͈͉̤̼̕ͅ ̵͎͎G̨̫̻͉̝̘̹̥e̥͚̙̭o̤̦̬r̫̖̗̳̳ge̛̘̟͓̭̝ ͕͎̩̤G̱̮͍͠ͅe͚͔̝͔ͅo̹̰̞r̶g͙͇̮̬̙̲e̩̻̗͕ ̰G͙͚e̱̭oŗ̥͔̫g̜̗̝̲ͅe̜̥̪̰̥͙̝ ̢̩̮̪͉͈̘͖G̸̩͍͕̬̮ȩ͙̖̗͖o̞̹̟̣̫̲r͉͓̼͕͇͟g̡̗̰̯̭̣͈̦e̡͙͇̘ ͖̖̦̤̹G̪e̷̫̣̳̱̻͈o̞̬̫̳͓̱̳r̻̫̮͕̻ge̖̤̯̯̮̱̮ ͓G̜̰̀e̶̬͎̰o̲̦̲ŕ̳͚̪g̞͡e̸̗ G̸̼ͅe̬̺̙̖̮̮o̱̙̪r̡̩̤͔̙̙̹̰g̢̤e͈̣̰͟ ͚͡G̺̳̠͙̺̞e͍̯̱o̫͔̳r̢̝̩̣̤̫ͅǵ͔͙̹͚͙͖̞e͈͢ G̟͖̮e̫͞or̢g͇͈̣̳͍e͏̯̘̪͕̬ ̕G̦̻͠ͅe̙̻̫o̥̣̜ͅŗg̦̬ͅe̤̥͖͔̤͈͇ ̰͘Gèơ͎̪r͞g̮͓̰͈̦̞̥e̘͔̙̬ ̫͓͉̯̙͖G͇̪̟̙͔e̠̜o͏͉ŗ̻̬̦g͍̼̮̼͟e̢̜̼̘̖̹̟ ̥G̪̤̰͕e͎̭̦̘͓̦͓o̫̫̪̱r̗g̶̟̭̰̠̭̥ͅe͖̭̟͈͎ͅ ͚̘͖̳̬͓̼G͏̹̗̗͈̹̻̻e͓͇͝o̪r͖̻̲͔g̩̣̰̳̭̞͓ḛ̥̼̗͡ ̜̀G͔è͚̱̙̞͙̘̳org̨̠̼͖̣e͟ ̛̞͔̲̞͉G͎̖̦̼è̹̙̻o̙͚̩r҉̱̲g̠͓̰̟e͕̲͎͙͓͍ ̭̭͎̞́G͎̲̩̮͉̲e͚̦̗̞͟o̝̰͇ͅr̦̘̺͍g̶̥e̤̙ ͓̲̤G̣e̛͙̳o͔͙͔̤̙r͈̰g͙͉͉̹̗͞ḛ͔̥̼̘̤ ̸G͉̜͖̰͙͡e̡̩̬̺̗̤o̱̦͇̖r̳̗̘̲̤g͕͈͕̮̤e̼ ̩̲̱͖̳̜̘͠G̮͖̞̥̘͝ͅḙor̹̙͚gè̠ ̶̘̫̙G̟͚̜̯̥͟e̖͚͢ó̝̟͚r̺̝̗̫g̟̖̺̜͘e̹̬͇̤͚͓͍ ̪̻͞G̹̲͝è̬o̯r̷̝g̹͔é̻ ̱G͕͓̗͓͖̰ẹ͕̯o͇̞r͕̮̻̯̰̳͇ģ̯̖͉̬e̴̤͍̮ ̳͉̤̰Ge̤̙̻̣o͉̩͇̜ͅr̭̗̣g͎͖̮̫̮̯̕e͡ ̡̬̭G̜͇e̝̤͠ͅo͟r̹̪̗̠̩g͖̦͎͖̭e̡͉͉ ̫G͔̤͟e͙̩͖͞o͖̝͚͉͎r̟̣̞͕̜͚͔͟ģ̘̞͓͈̹e̝̖̪̲̟̘ ̲͚̙͉͈̰G҉̳̤͔e̛̥͔͖̦oṛ̱̰̟̻̟g̜̰̟̜͇̘e͚̥̹̝̥͙͞ ̝G̣̺̼̻̣̬e̕o͈͖͔̥r̺̲͙g̷̳̫e ҉̼̣̱̗̭G̩̩̠͢e͓̪̫̦̺͖o̧̯r̶gè̠̲ ̫̮̥̲̙G͙͚̦̣͕̩͟e͡o̷r͎̀ͅg̴̜̰̱͙̦͉̗e͖͔̕ ̧̺G͇͇̪̟̳̹͈͡e̱̳o͖͈̫r̝̘̦̗̭͍̤ģ̪ẹ̵ ̜̬̝̖͝G͔̪̳̲̟̻eo̥̕r͇g͈͖̼̥̥ͅe̕ ͟G̱̼̪̻͎e͍o̳̤͎r̺͟ge̖̫̞͝ ̷͇G̥̖͜é̯̮͍̙͚o̹͍̦̮̟̜r̹̻g͇͠e̦̖͈͞ ̨̬͓G̤̰̠̪̠̲e̶̘ǫr̦͓̺͉̭ge̠̘ ̞G͉̝̯̫͍ͅe̫̙͞ͅo̶̳̲̗͈̙̩r̡̫͔̲̝͔̞g̣̕e͈̹̬ ̲̯͉̯̠̼ͅG̶e̩̜͚͔̝͚̼o̟͘r̙̩͟g̠͟ȩ̩̲͎ ̩̲G̗̠̟̹̼e̛̟̝̤̤͚̰ͅo͉̠̦r͝g͕͙̝͎̤͖̞e ̤G͉̺͉̝e͢o̶͓̼r̗͝ͅg͢e̪̯̹̬̕ Ǵ̺̖̰͚̱͔̤̗e̡͇̭͍͙͝o̗͎̖͓̯͎ͅr̸̢͎̹͖̜͈̜̙̖̯͜g̢̞̝̤͢͜e̡̥̗̮̖̱ ̶̴̡̫̥̫̘͔̟̺̼G̢͕̥͘͞e̪̫̼̱̗̩ǫ̺͖͙̙̖̟ͅr̵͔̼̥̖͖̭̦͎͜g͕͙̺e͏̢͇̭̯̯͡ ̷̪̱̺̮̖͉͈́G̶̥̭͎̳̲ͅe͉̪̦ơ̟̻͡r͉̯̥̀͟g̷̦͕͞e̴͖̻̘̺̰͓̦̣͇ ̲̪̭̩͉͡G̢̦̙̗͈̭̖͚͢e҉̺̤͉̳̹̘o҉̥̪̻̝͚͖̙r͈͚̝̮̥̘͕͎͞g̖͔̭̺̲̞͍̞̩͟͞e̡̙̱̮̲ ̡҉̯̲̰̹͍͇͚G̝̯̜̙̫̱é͓̯̹̖̭̣̪o͝҉̤͔͈͜r̢͕͈̮̱g̖̩̥̠͝ḙͅ ̫͇̘̝͎̙̘̝G̢̮̻̲̮̗ḙ̸͖ͅo̥͙̺̺̦͕̕r̢̼̣̻̮̻̣ͅg̶̝̬̩̼̤̤̩̤͢ę̜̰̝̲͟͞ ̨͍G̴͖̻̫͇ͅͅe̸̞̩̞̤̫͕͙̹͓͝͞ơ̥r̜̘̀g̜̬̮̣̙͠é͏͏͍̯͙̫ ̭͓͇͇̯͎̘̬̹͜G̸̳̳͈͕̺̫̗e̢̺ͅo̤̬͔̟r̷̯̩̯͠g̫̠͚̘͉͖͉̙͙͘͟é̴͕̺̠̟̩̼̭ ̶̞̻̮͔̯͚͞G̴̛̣̥͈̗̕e͘҉̪̙̤̕o̙̗̺̝͟͠r̟̟͝g̥̳̟e̡͇̺͖͟ ̶̧̢͕G͈̬͠͠e͍͔͕̝o̡̧͘ͅr̴͙͙̻̝͍̜̪̕ͅǵ͍̜̠̟̲̙͢ͅe̳ ̟͓̭G̢̯̰̗̳͕̞̙͟͜ȩ̣̠̫͈̞̭͍͘o̞̰̟̬͍̼r̦̫͕͖͙̥̣g̷̢̘̤͉̟̮̼̞̗͘ḛ̢̣͈͈̀́ ̨̻̹͡G̡͈͖͔͙͈̪͎͉é̲͇̖o̷̧̱̣̠͈̝r͇̙͖͓͉͠g̰̪̣͔e̝͍͇ͅ ̸̡̟̰̝̺̞͖̹ͅG̠̖̳͈̺̱e̵ͅo̧҉̪r̺̮̙̲͇͟g̴͔͉͓͎̤̺̮e͢҉͍̹̯̘̼ ̜͎͈͕̰̝̘͠G̵̺̟e̱̼͢ͅo͙̬̺r̪̘͙̮̭̰̀͟g̷̳͉͖̺̘̥̥͡e͡͏̶̠̱͎̰̟ ̡͕̳͍͖̭̲G̡̡̭̺̼͕̟̲e҉̲̞o̖̣͞r̹͓̘̭g̣e̵̬̟̼̳̰̹͝ ͙̮͙̦G̙̳̰̗ͅe͈̥̲̣̱o̢͇̣r̸҉͏͖̫̜g̱̪̖̩̯͡e҉͎͈͍̟ ̴̺̬͈̦̥́G̠̯͈̻̱̲̼̦͟e҉̺̺̝̖̖̥̻̩͢͝o̫r̻̗͜͝g͏̨̺̝̣̻̭̥͡e͔͔̙̣ ̬̼̩̻̦̲G҉̲͍e͜҉͚̜̗͈̠̥̯ó̫̻̗r͏̟͙̮̫͎͙ͅg̛̺͇͈̯͎̬̲ȩ̛̠̳͔ ̶̨̖̼̫̭ͅǴ͏̤͍̠̞ę̳̬͕̬͕͎̯̀̕o̷̶̖̰͈̗͓͉̟͝r̦̞̲͇͟ģ̴̺̠̭̻͈̜̗̗̕è̷̜̭̹̝̜ͅ ̘͓̳̫̟͓̬̳̫G̛̺͕̹͕̪͓̞e͖͓̳̕͟͠o̡̬͙̝̘̥͕̙̞r҉̩͎̠͈̘̹͕g҉͔̘͞͝e͙̻̠̺͇͉͚͖͘͝ ͖̩̥̞̹͖̻G̴̴̨̞e͘҉̷̩ó͇̫͙̞͖̣͇r̢̯̯̘͕̲̣̮̲͝g͚̹̣̱̰̬͈͠e̵̺͓͔͎̞͚̭̱ ͎͈̳̞̩͙ͅG̴̦̰̼̫̮e̠̝͎̭͚͢o̶̪̟͉̩͎r̞̺̕g̡̫̩̫̻̹̝͕e̖̘̰̣̳̥̝͟ͅ ̝̜͓̩͓G̤̪͚̞̫̙͠ę̻̰̰͈̥̭͕̻o̪̜͔̬̕r͖͙̤͚̻ͅg̢̗̰̘̲̞̺̫̮͟e̪͖̲̙̯̻̦ ̧̲̰̺͍͈̩͖͈Ǵ̪̖͎̺͔͕͔͡ͅe̶̳̟͘ơ̢̜͟ͅr̨̙͎̖͉̩͡g͉̫̮͕é̥̻ ̖͔̻͔͓̝ͅG̞̳̘͔͎̰͞͞e̵͎͠ͅo̦̫̮͢͡ŕ͙̣̲̪̦g̬é͞͏͚̮̫̟̹̝̝̗͕ ̢̫͙̜̥̮̯̭̀͢G̶̗̟̥̼̟͝e͡͞҉̬̤̱̮̝ͅǫ̶͍͍͓̳̤͕͕̀r҉̭̱̙͖̩̼̲̪g͍̩͉͇̭͈̩͡é͙͡ ̫̮͖̦̙G̵̞̤̫̻̥͕̖é̟͚̦̫̯͇͖̥͠o͍̭̫͚͘͡r̪̗̠̣̟g̤͔̤͔͖͓̣͡ḛ̘͙̦̳̭̯ ̵̷͍̼͖̲͢G̵̨̫͓͇̟ͅè̜͎̰̼ǫ̮͖̫̮r͈͎̟̭͈g̨̫̪̲̲̯̀e̵̕҉̞̩̳̗͉̼̮ ̗͎̼͚̕͢G͇̗͠é͕̟̕o̰͍̙̪̙̯̦̠̯r͙̰̘̼͖͜ͅg̛̺̻̰̙e͏͔̮͚͔͈̲ͅ ̸̱͔͟G̨̭̻̯̣̺͓̦͔e̡̥̤̖o̬̰͈̰̯͜͢͠r͚̩̺͠͞͞g̻̬͓̬̺̥e̵̶̱̟̣ ̙̙̪̜̠̞̥̬̀Ģ̙͖͚͓́͢e͔͍͔͈̺̬̰̕͜o̬͚̯̹͉͉͕̱ṟ̛̺̹̙̭̟̟̣̫g͕͔̫̹̭̕ͅe͏͍̲͔̼̫̲̹͓͞ ̶̱̘̝̳̤̺̰͓͍̕G̮̞̥̦̦̠͟e̺̼͔͍̫o̧̮̣̼̝̬͓͍͞ͅr̠̭̩͡g̢̯͉̹͙̝̥͟͡e̶̹̣͜ ̝̝͙͖̦̣G͔͍͍e̶̴̸̼̜̝̻̞̞̼ǫ͕͙̪̙̱́͡r͚̻͎̹̟ģ̞̠͚͓̝ͅe̞̯̱̗̹̬ͅ ̸̛̭̝̖̗͚̟̀G͙̹̰͈̗e҉̹̥̮̪̗̕͝o҉͍̫̬̫̥̥̜r̪̜̩͢g̳̮̻̙̦̘̪͙e̞͎̩͡ ҉̶͈͈̪̜̖̖͚G̘͓͈̼̣͘e̡̯̗̱̬͘͠o̺̙̰̝̜͝r̼̝̱̀͠g̷͏̷̣̩͈͖ͅͅe̶̙̦͔ ̵̴͙͍̮̣Ǵ͏͔͖̱͈̖̺̕e͘͟͏̖͎̫o͏̟̗̬̱̹r̡̞̩̖̪̬͈͜ģ̭̖͟ę̵̷͉͖̟̘̖̤̦ ̪̞͎̲͔̬͞͝G̗̤͕̩̭̦̯̪͘͞ȩ̵̫̜̜͕̮̙̼͖͈o̹͚̟̜̪͜r͖͉̰̠̹̀͞g̷̥̫͜e̷̟̰͚͜ ͖͖̭̘̮̙͉G͓̠̮̝͡ẹ̩o͠҉̡̻r҉̪͡g̨̻̭̝̥̜e҉̝̤̰̺ ̢̩̼͎̠̟͎̰͘G̘͖̫̜̝̝̀͝ȩ̵̳͜o̴͞҉̞͍r̭̜̩̘g͍̜e͘͏͇̟̘̟̼ ̴̪͙̕G͏̗̣͍̺͎̝̝̹͘è̴͓͓̭o̧̹͇̩͜ͅr̩̝͟͟g̨͎̫͞e̛͎͕͙͠͝ ̶̯̟̺͖̥̗̠͡ͅG̸̛͕̺̙̖͚̣͎̜̕ḛ̷̺͎̯͇͎̞̰̱o̷̪̞̱̞͢ŗ͉̲̫̱̦̙g̱͈͖̘̺̀ͅe͚͚̺̘̼͍͡ ̨̡̗̩̭̼̬̲̘̠G̶̛̪̹̜̭͙̗̮̕e͔͍ǫ̸͖̥̗̙̥r̗̤͠ǵ͍̗͚̕͝e̢͈̣͡ ͙͚̪͓̤̯̺̘͈͠G͏̣̯̹̺͍͓͎e̖̟͔̲͍o̸͔͠r͖̞̝̕g҉͏̡̤̜͎̻̦͔͉͓͚e̢̟̪ ̶̺̰̙̞̜̰̯͇G̰̮̖̗͡e̴̤͉͍͓͘͘o̷̸̞͔̪̩̭r̡̤̣̼͈̘̪͕ͅg̲̩̭̮̦͖̪̀͘e͈̙̺͎̘̬̳͞ ̸҉͈̹͟G̹͍̟̹͕̣͓̝͞é҉͈̲͎̱͟o͏̹͔̝̲̥̱͇̞r̠͍̝̙̫͉͜ͅg͏̼e̢̦͙̥̣ Ǵ̸̨̻̝͍ȩ͈͕̦̱̭̟̪͘̕͠o̳̻̼͍͖̤͇͈̬̪̞͉̩͉͍͇͜͡ͅr̸̷̢͇̝͍̜͖͍̩̺̜̫̫̱͓̝̙͟g̶̩͕͔̩͔͍̗̰͚̣̀͘͞ȩ̮̲̰̻͈͓̭̘͇͔̠̜͎͢͞͡ ̀҉̷̱̼͕̜̮̳͖̟̦͇͕͘G͙̩̮̩̮̞̗͖̟̬̤̫̯͚̲͇̕͠ͅͅe͏̷̷̢̘͇͖͇͔̺͍̟͎̘́o͏̛͙̫̲̦͕͎̞̭̝̱͙̤̭̘̘͙r̷̡̫̳̝̠̮͟͞g̰̳͔̫͔̼̳̣̙̮̖͜͡e̡̘͓͙̳̱̬̳͙ ̴̨͞҉̙͈̗͓͓̘̹͇̘̻͕͘Ģ̣͉̦̤̠̹͕̥̹͓̀e̡̛̫͔͕̜͕̤̱̝͎͈̮̦͔̘͢͞ͅo͏̥͈̹̮̗̼͙̗̩͇͇͜r̨̛͔̖̟̻̯̟̗͇͎͢͡͝g̶̶̷̛̯͖͍̲͚͔͖͇̲̜͖̦͈̺e͍̬̹̞̤̮̫͍̰͈͘͘͘ ̶̸̭̭͕̩͎͕̗̻̻̹̪̙͝͠G̷̛̛͕̹̘̼̠͇̱̻̻̟͟e̳̣͙͍̤͓̱͙̫̗͉͘̕͝o̷̵̳̩͎̰̜͚̭̗̦̖̤̫̙̼̜̰͙̮͢͝͠ŗ̷̝̟̳̪̘͔̺̀͝g҉̡̜̬̣̤̟͙̼̻͡ͅe͏̢̡̲̖͚̰̝̱̜̗͙̳̮̜̳̣ ̸̢̢͍̣̥̙̪͉̯̪̘̀͟G̶̷̼̪͕͇̞͡ͅẹ̡͓̱̠̠̖̙̲͖́͢ͅó̱͍̻͉͕̘̕r̴̶̶͚̩̝͉̫͈͔̱̦͙̖̖͟ͅg̢̪̭̦͓͖̗̲̥͈e̵̛̛͕̪̲̫͓̟̞͔̤͉̻̣̝̘̪͕̦̰͠͝ ̸̠̼̺̩̯̼̖̘͈̤̹̟͕͉͜͠G̡҉̴̱̭̺̹͔͓̼͉̫͓̗̣͞͞e͏͍̯̭̫͞͝ͅò͖̩͙͔͎̥͇̬͍̩͓͇͟ŕ̴̸̡̮͖̤̺̱͖͔̥̖̥̘̰̺̮͉̳̘̗g͘͏̷̛̼͖͍̟̖̖̟ę̵̘̣̻̼͖̗̣̯̼̯̻͔̗̘̣͚̞̩̀́ ̬̬̺̤̩̲͉͎͍̯͇̀͘̕͝͠Ǵ̨̛͍͙̻̬̠̳͙͔̩͖̝͙͜͜ͅȩ̟͉̺̭̭͉̬̙̣̲͉ͅͅo̸̷͙͇̩͍̹͕̰͇͔̺̜͍̰͎̙͞ͅr̷͏̸͚̝̻̖̀͜g͜҉̴̬͎̥͎͚̙̻̺͔e҉̷̢͍̹̞͙͈̮̬͟͞ ̸̳̬̬̫̫̭̀ͅG̡̛̤͔͇͙͈̰̭̩̮͟e̢̠̲̠̞͟͢͜o͜͞͞͏̥̳̠̩̳̀ŗ̡̛̞͕̪̦͔̯̪̬͎ǵ̢̠̺̬͙̖̲͚̣͈͚͓̠̫͇̘̻̘̠͓͢e҉̴̤̗͚̹̗̘̪̠̣̖̥̣͇ ҉̨̛̟̲̤̬̜̮̫͟Ǵ̛̬̥̱̤̤͇̩̹̀͢ę̶̡̜̲̻̳̳̱̬̣̦͇̱̞̼̤̮̝͉͕̕͞o̢҉̬̱̟̠̻̜̻̟͘ŗ̶̴̮̠̭͓̱̜̭̪͈̫͙̺̗̘g̛͈̤̦͚̼̺͉̻̼͡e͢͏̧͕̪̭̠̜̳̬̱̳̹̲̞͍̹͠͝ ̵̛̱͙͈̤̞̲͍͖͓̥͉̫̬̳̱͎̜͢͡͞G̩̠͇̙̲̫̻͕̖̤̦͢ͅe̴̡͈̭̞̱̰̱͓͙̪͞ͅo̘̳̗̩̹͔̜͘͟r̡̛̥̟̘̦̖͜͟g̹̼̜̗͖͓̼̲̹̞͝ḛ̶̢̗̬̲̗͓̼̥̼̱̮͢ͅ ̛̙͉̫͓̜̣͔̟̫̱̟̕͘G̷̡̜̠̭̼͈̪͍̦͈é̶̞͙͚͔͕͙̩̼͎̯̘̲͓̤͝͝o̷͚̦̻͞r͓̱̤͇̼͔̳͈̕g̯̩̤̼̠̖̫̬̫̫̞̩̺͙̕͝͡e͘͏̫̜̩̠̯̬̻̼͕͉͍͉̬̞̞̀ͅ ̵̢̞̲͙͔̜̳͇́͜͡G̷͟͏̵̲͕̜̹͖͇̼͓͎ͅȩ͝҉́҉̫͎̩̬̙͍̰̠̩̟o҉̸̹̱̲̝̭̥͍̖͍̠͇͕̘̹͈̮̖̱ṟ̨̨͇͇̣̰̪̟͔̖͙́͟͡ģ̸͙͓̰͈̲̳͉̼͔͕̺̮͚̜́͟͟ḛ̛̞̪̫͖̜͇͜͝ͅ ̛͘͟҉̸̘͕̻̲̣̮G̨̯̥̲̜̭̼͈̪͚̳̝͔̼͉̫̤̀ẹ̯̥̻͘̕͟͟͢o͢͏͎͙̝̥̺̞͇̩͡ͅr͕̫͙̜̰̬̫̺̼̫̩̭̣̪̞̺̬̀̀̕g̷̷͓͕̗̘̲̺̩͓̦̻͎͕͔̖̀̕͜ͅe͘҉̨̝͖͔̞͟ ҉̧͍̺̰̝̖̟̞͉̺̪̼͘ͅG̸̵̭̞͙͖̹͉̫̰̫̖̖e̸͜҉̞͕͓̞̬̼ó̵̠͕̦̦̗͔̣̞̥̗͖̕͟ͅr̵̷̜͉̻͍̺̤̫͔̘̫̺͜g̵̛̺̳͕̻̠è̴̠̫̼̟̀͘͢ ̸̶̛̥̺͉͍̣͍̭̼̯̣̜̱̻̭͇̩̺̠G̡̼̼̗͉͟ę̩͚̻̼̪̝͈̱͡͞ơ̡̜̘͕̙̲̣̮̯̠͖̼̠͍͓r̸̨̢̩̹̭̲̦͖̘̝̻̲̕ģ̸̵̳̹͓̘͕͔͙̗͓̟͓͇̬̬͙̱̝͢ͅe̛̩͔̘̺̪̖͉͝ ̷͖̤̜̗̼̭̬͎̥͕̺̻̟̯̩̼́͘̕͠ͅG̸̢͔̘̰̲͖͔͞͡͞e̢͓͓̳̼̮̗̣̰͔͔͙̱̳̯͓͜o̷̮̦̭̫̰̩̬̜͇̯̩͖͔̪̟̺͝r̴̨̳͕͕̩͙ǵ̴̝̙̯̝̪̪̗̩͓̘̺̗͢͢è̲̼͔̳͙̤̰͇̝̝̹͔̗̯̖͘͡ ̢̠̱̣̟͡G̨̡̼̙̯̮͙̟͚̀͠ę̧̛̻̺̩̞͙̺̰̖̳̲̳̟͍̱̝̫ͅǫ͕͙̠̰̹͕̩͘͘r̵̫͚̤̞̮̬̤̤̬͈̖̜̣̫͚̀g̵̣̮̱̫̲̰̀̕͠͡e҉̵̛̺̮̟̜̘̩͙̯̮̤̱͝ ̲̗̮͕̤̱̕͠G̵̛͙͉̲͎͚͚̩̕͟ȩ̸͈̻̬̪̜͙̮̲̯͓̘̬̥̗̗̥͚͜͞ͅơ̵̭̹̝̖͙͈̤̲͠͡͠r҉҉̣̯̘̳͔̹͞g҉̨͕͍̝̞̫̠̤̥͓͖̭͙͎̭̝̫͜ͅe͠͡͏̷̞͇̥͈̟̟̼͔̩̥̰̦̣̘͓̖̭ ̷̨̧̥̗̣̻͓͇͖͖̫̟̳̝͇̯̜̩ͅG̷̹̟͎̠͎̜̙̘̬̦̞̪̮͜͢͝ȩ̸́͏͎̺͔͎̮̮͙̖ǫ̷̵̵̘̻̬̤͚̺͎̖̼̼͇̙͕͓ͅr͇͎̦̤͉̠͢͡g͏̡̛̭̙̼͔̜̩̀e̫͓̯̠͚̯͈̪͟͟͠ ̡͕̻̞̞̯̲̻̟̝̼̮͔̗̱̙͇̳́͘͠Ǵ̸͡͝͏̟̝̤̺͔̜̞̝̬̩̣̣̯ͅe̴̶̥̼̱̼̼̥̕͢͝ò̡̟͇̬̰̘̱̟͇͚̗̙̮̟̪͍͠͠͠r̴̘̥̺̙̲͉͔͚̟̪͈̘͖̕͜͡͡g̳͖̣̺͓̱͈͔̬̜̹̀͘é̕҉̩̩̳̤͈̟͈̠̹ ̧̲̮̼͇̦̗͕͓̬͚͉́͢͞G̴̢̼͉̤̮̬͙̫̺̼͙͇͍͖̥͘͢͠ẹ̡̤͚̹͚̣̕͟o̧̡̰͚ͅͅr̵̴̜̻͔͙̼̺̘̻̦̗̠g̡̟̜̝̟̫̙̠͕̭͍͔̮̲̖̤͚͜͞͞͞e͏̘̦̪͎̠͓̟̬̭͙̗͚̮̟̗̝̤͈̺͡ ̬̥͔̘̜͍̲̲̪̣͍̭͍̣͖͜G̸̭̺̩̰͓̤͟͞e̴̺̥͙̬̺̳̘͖̳͎͖̰̦̜͓̻̫̟͕͡o̷̧̫͎̹̥̰͓͎͞r͏̶̸̙̪̰͈͔͉̮̬̩̪̰̯͉͘͡ģ̴̭͉̟̮͕̟̖͎̩͈͔̖̦͖͟͝e̢̛̫̗̖̺̺͚̭̺̘̻͢͡ ̡̧̳͙͙̟͈̙̮̠̫̰̘̩̮̼͘͘͟Ģ̸̘̫̪̦͇̭̦̳͕͍̱̰͕͠è͚̞̻͇̥̗̖̦̹̭̱̱̘̀o̶̷̡̜̥̰̻̲̬̰̞̟̙͡r̷͠͏̵̖̠͍̥̯͙̹̺͉̳̼͉̺͚͙̭ģ́͏̴̛̫̲̘͇͇̠̣͕̦̗̤͍̳͖̫ę͏̧̺͉̗̝̺̯̭̮̤̹̩͚̘̠͕͔͚͎͘͜ 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̟̬͙̲̹̙̺̱̫͔̠͈̘̦̀͢͜͠͡G҉̡̛̗̮̣̺̣̱̯̦̟̯̣̝̼͝e͇̬̬̬̻̕͢͠͠ò̵̸̻͖̗̙̠r͟͝҉̛͏̘͕̙͇̣̙͉̥̞ͅg̛̫̞̝͇͍̜̬͎͙͉͎͓̀͝͡͞ͅę̷͖̭̮͚͔̫͇̝͍̻̕͢͞ ҉̢̧̞̤͈̣̝̠̟̯̮͖̖͚̙͘͠G̞̯̪̟̭̣̤͙̫̩̺̫̳̘̕͜ͅe̵̜̫̗̣͉̟̣̮̹̖̳͖ͅo̵̡͏̼̘̱̰̜̳̺͈͈̗̩͚̠̬̟̺̺͈̯͠ŗ̴͍̫̭̪̯͜g҉͎̼̹̟̮̺̯͙̫̣͔̲͙̗̗̪͜͢͞e̷̵̪͓̰͙̹̦̩̪͡͝ͅ ̢̛͙̙̯̖̫̙̗͙̩͘G̨̻̩͓̫͍̻̫̝̤̤͡ȩ̡̭̬̲̲̗̰̗̭̝̻͓͓̮̣͙̕͝o̵̩̯͙͈̩̠̕͜͡r̵̻̠̦̩̙͖̬̣̖͓̕g̷̢͢͜͏̳̭̦̪͎͎̖e̶̶̼̙̭͎̗̫̺̰̖ ̢̖̝͈̥͎̝͙̩̝̺͙̱́G͇̳̠͙̰̼̤͎̗̀͟͟͡é̶̛̠̪͔̪͕̜̜̩̰̞̘̬̟̯̜̲̘̥́͢o̸̴̡͟͏̱̮͈͎̳̝͎͉̞̠͈̯͉̩͎͙ͅr̴̸͍̤̩͖͓̥̦͇̼̻̱͖̜͙̦̥̞̪ģ̷̵̪̮͖̮̜̬͚̹̝̦̪͇̥͚̹́e͍̱̯̣͓̪̗̩͈͡ ͏̨̮̝̦͔̖̝̗̭̟̰̗̯͘͠G̶̘̻͍̲͇̫̱͠͡ȩ̵̷̡̙̜̲̫̭͉̫͍͍͠o̥̠̗̪̜͘̕͝r̸̢̪͚͙̜̼̣g͏͚̫̻̻̮͢ȩ̶̗̗̪͉͎̕̕͠ ̣̬̭͇̩̹̟͚̮̼͖͔̼̣̕͟ͅͅĢ̛̤̮̼̰̝͚̻͇̭̀͡e̢̬̘̱͕̠̠͓̭̳̝̝͖̗̣͉̲͘͡ó̸̡̱̣͉̣̕ͅr̶̢̛͚̹͕̰̩͕̟̲̞̗g̵̡̛̥͕̹̰̮͉̤͙̞̹̼̱̻̗̥̼̀͡e҉͏̩̳̻̥̻̰͈̖͝ ̢̟̠̠̺͔̭̘͖͖̫̀͘Ģ̸̲̯̗̪̥̱͟͡ę̛̛̛̭̙̫͕͘o̺͉̗̳̠̖͔̣͖̯͍̣̳̳̕͢ͅr҉̥̯̯̙̟̮͓̪̮͇͙͉̬̬̀ͅg̢̛͕̙̭̜̬e̸̶̴̴̞̟̹̮̗̱̻͙ ̡̛̠͖͖̩̲̣͔̫̗̬̕G̴̱̱͙̩̣̭̪̝̹̠̟̠̤̫͝͠ę̲̪͖̙͚̟͚̱̬̱͙̜̖́ò̴̴̰̠̩͙̱͇͖̰͝ŕ̷̴̟̤̬̺͙̘̞͕͕̪̥͟ͅg̸̡̹͕̬̺̫̞̮̙̺̫̝̦̖̕e̴̮͕̥͉̭̰̜̦̹̘̹̭̻̥̠͡ ͏̧̙͈̜̹̥͔̙̖̣̙̜͈̹̖͎̣̼̱͢G̺̼̙̬͞͝e̻̭̳͍͚̙̼͇͙̯̬̰͇̟̙͉͕̞̕͘͟͠ͅo̸̡̻̖̰̭̹r͇͎̥̼͕̞̹̤̭̖̠̖͡͠͝g̴̷̦̖̟͇ȩ̵̗͓͔̣̥̗ ̵̛̻̙̻̗͕̭̜́G̶̡̛̜͈͈͎̕͜e̸͇̟͖͍̬̟͔̼̮̰͔̙̖̙̗̺̹͘̕͢o̵̡̢̺͇̮̟̹̻̺̼͓̗̦̯̖͕̟̠̹r̶̛̪͕̞͚̲͎̬̟̖͢͟ǵ̣̪͈̠̝̞̘̝̝̰̬͖͔̫̮̘͔̣̀ͅḛ̳̲̯̙̰͙̦̩̙̀͝͠ͅ ̴͎̬͓͙̝͇̖G̕͜͜҉̥̜͇̰͍̟̻e̷̢͉̫̲͍͈̰̙͈̹͇̺͈͙̮̰͘͟͢o̵̴͇͓͉̯̜͇̥͓͇̮̤͔̼͔̳̤͈͙͝r͓̭̘̲̙̮̹̤͔͚̭̤̹͖̮͢͞ģ̬̰͕̻̰͠e̛͉̲̟͎̤̤͎̺̫̝̳̼͚͡͞ ̷̴̡̙͎͓̝̬̯͔̙̼̳͎͙͙̣̱͔̥̀͝G͏̨̩͖̤̪̤͙e̷͙̫̺̠̗̯̭̻̙̥͉̝̼͘͠o̦̼̟̳̳̕͜r̶̦̜̰̠̬̹̱͈͠ģ̴̛̝̹̻̼͜ȩ̷̦̣̟̞͎̮̜̝͓̫̞̻͖̘̬̪̘͇͟͠͞ ̸̷̴̼̟̹̗̣̼̱̟̥̘̯̖̳̤̱͕̪͉̀͠Ģ̛͇̦̻̞̰͎͎̩̜͈̦̻͉͖̗̩͟e̶̡̗̻̦̲̫̭̟̩̹̺̳͈͎͇͎̝͢͡ͅò̷̰̝̥̥̝̳̟̘̝͚̭͖͟r̷̨̧͟҉͕̜͖̤͈ͅͅǵ̨͎̤͙̙͓͜͢ę̛͚͓̞̼̩̹͙̰̤̗͞. G̶̱̞̱̩̪͍̜͖͘͟͢͡ͅè̵͍̖̺̼̱͜o̸͚͍̜̦͈̯̠̼̕͞ͅŗ̵̸̺͍͖̭̗̳͔̼̗́g̴͉͙̺͇̜̱͖̦̗͚̥̼̻̼͔̫͡e̥͕̜͢͟͟͝ ̧̡̗͎̯̥̜̖̻̠͇̘̳͉ͅG͢͏̧̛̛̣̭̫̯͙̣̦͖e̡̡͈̭̱̘̖͟͞ͅͅo̢̭͇̯̼͔̖͖͓̥̫͟r̡̨̦̫̬͚̫̫͙̲̬͍̼̰̹͉̺̥ǵ͈̖̖̪̘̱̠̯͓̻̥̹̘͇̙̝̬͡e͍͙̬̟̟͖̰̼̻͖̻͖͎̞̥͖̞̺̻͡ ̷̷̧͇̖̯͚͟͠G̡͈͍͎̪͙̙̕̕͘e̡̙̘͇̖͜o̵҉̢̯̬̼̰̙̕r̴̷̗̘͇̝̺̖̰̮̙͖̯̗͠g̴̭̼͚͙̙̗̖̩̣̝̣͇̰͚͕̱̞̭͠e̷̢͓̺̟̭̟͍̯͖̜̯̻͡ ̶͔̲̺͕̗̥̕̕͜͞G̷͎̪̹̻̳̘̳̥̱͔̩̀ͅé͎͉͈̘̺̟̠͈͘͢o͏̪̻̙͞r̷̡̢͈̘̞̝̭̳͙͇̫̜̜̞͈͇̫̱̀ͅg͏̡̛̞͉̹̤̙͕̦̲͉̗̠͎̟͝ȩ̷̷̪͎͍͔̘̥͇̬̳̮͙ͅ ̷̡̨̛̖̗̻͈ͅͅG̘̫̦͎̳̮̙̥͕͔̤̕͜e͇̜̺̱̲̳̺͔͖̩͞͞ͅͅͅǫ̛͕̘̗͈͖̺̳̳̪̳̕r͝҉̷͈͎͇͖̞̥̬̠̗͍̟̣͈̣̰͚̠͟ͅg̴̟̥̦̭͇̣̥̻͎̞̙͓͓̗̬̱̬̣͞è̡͓͚̞̯̕ ́͞҉̜͙͙͉̜̯̟̤͖̤̣͔̻̙G̴̢̛̮̹͚̱̥̮̭̞̣̹͘͢ͅé͔͈̮̞͓̩̙͉͘͟͜͠o̢̼͇̙̜̝̦͘͢͝͝r̶̴̡̧͉̥̯͉̞͙̪̬̪̳̝͢g̷͢҉̴̛̲̩̭̜̖̥̤ͅȩ̛̭̤̫̙̺̼͟͠͠ ̠̳̳̘̼̟͓͇͉̕̕Ǵ̸͕̺̖̣͟͝͡ͅè̡͈͚̰̻͎̹̳̠́́͢ó̲͔̩̼͎͟ŕ̬͖̝̳̘̹͔̯́ͅǵ̷̵̘̤̭̯̮̺̺̥͠͠e̸̡̨̮̖͕͓̯̻̙̖̼͜ ̴̖̥̲̖͍̠̘͙̹͔̳̱͢͝G̶̤͙̰̗̻̳͍̬͍͔͎͇̞͚̤̼͇͇͢͡ͅȩ̸͓̳̝̭̝̥̣̺̥͙̣͇̩̣͎o̧̡̥͙̪̬̯̥̖̘̪̠̘͙̯͕̹͈̲͢ͅr͏̡͓̞̮̫̤̲̹̥͘͟͠g̷̻̻̭̼̫̫̝͡͠͞ḛ̢̝͕͈͕͎͟͞͞͞ ̨͝͝͏̪̥̟̺̯̥͖̳͎̗͚͉ͅG̖̜̺͕͔̠̫͓̠̣̣̣͢͠ȩ̵̝̳̘̩̟̬̜͙͚͝͞o̢͡͏͉̩̗͖̻̻͚̜͇̬̬̩̩͓̻͎̻͕ͅr͢͏̡̗͇͕̦͚̫̮͚̩̝͎̱̘͇̘̦́g̢̧̛̖̜̹̻̬̰e҉҉̷̹͕̰̮̼̝̙͍̳̝͙̜̭̖̝͈̗͚͜ ̶̨̮͎̦͍͉͘͝G̀͘͢͏̹̲̰̘͙͍ͅe̵͏̢̘̹̙̫̪̖̹̞ơ͏͉͕̭̝̭̘̜̬͕̥̹͇̳̟̘́ͅr̴҉̹̞̣͈̯̩̘͍̖ģ̶̴͎̟͖̹̗͕̣̠̼̹̮͕̭̳̺ͅͅe̡̢̹͉̤̻̰̰̤͕̠͖͉͜ ̷̴̵̡̳̱̞̮̙̦͚͝G̸̷̢̺̫̥̼͍͕̙̹ȩ̻̘̮̤̤̣̲̳͘͢͡ǫ̨͡͏̸͍̜̟̱̪̫͍̠̝̰ŕ̶̴̶̠̻̪̺̯̣̺͖͎g̸̶̡҉̝͔̲͉̦͍͖̪͎̻̺̣͚̝̪̀e͎͈̝̬̞̙̻͙͔̱̟̙̝͞ ̨̜̠͍͖̤̬̜̖̥͔͙̼̤̩̖̯̲͟͜G̨̻͈͕̜͇̩̞̹̘̙͍͉͢͠͝è̷͖̳̰͉̼̼̠̣̹͚͇̥̯͉̘̤̬͖̕͜ͅo̴̵̝͍̱͔͙̜̼̙͞r͕̳͚̙̪̝̦̟͉̻̥͎͚̬̣̟͈̀̀͜g̢̢̟̮̫̦̝̦̫̺͉̙̯͉͕̙̗͎̗͟͠͠e͞͝͏̱̹͎̗͉̮̦̪̣͙͇̖̮̟̝͇̲̪ͅ ҉̶̗̺̞̕Ģ͟͟͠҉͈̣̰̙̰̙̼̙̣̰̝̲̲̹e̵̶̵̦̠̮̰̜̲͚̬̱̻͜͝ó̧̀҉̰̙̭̼̮̬̰̜͈̻͓ͅr̢̘͖͉̣̹̺͕̭̺̦̻͉͢͝g҉̷͚̹̼̞͖̬͍̥̘͈̹́é̵͖̮̪̞͕͈͙͚͔͍̼͖̠̹͢͠ ̰̜͇̘͓͙͉̟̲͕̦́Ģ̸̢̟̣̬͢͡e҉̵̛̪̯̘̪̦̜̗̖̪̟̩̗̯̼̲ó̸̡̤̗̳ͅr̨̥̖͎̞͎̟̺̻̟̤̫̩̣̣̙̬͍̕͢͠g̱͕̻̱̖̳̞̹͕̬̗͔͚͘͟e̳̲̠̪͎̪̝̟̤̲͙̪͘͡ ̷̶̗̼͔̙̙̝̠̩̩̙̘̰̱̰G̕҉̨̲̭̯̣̮̥͍̩̭͠ḙ̵͈̞̭͕̜͙̝͖͈͔͈͔͇͙̕ó̴̡͕̘̳̪̣͝͝r̢͎͎͍̭̻̻̼̪͉̥̕͡͞ǵ̶̦̜̦̗̻̮̱̙͠e̢͓͓̰͈̜̹̘͔̠̳̠͓͈͢ ̷̷̸̗̦̝̕͞G͞͞͏̵̳̯̳͍̞͓̠͇̦̗ͅè̞̠͙̞̝̹̬͉̹̀͟ͅó͖̼͍̘̝̤̭͖́͢r͏̨̻͔̥͎̻̳̪̙͝g̷̫̝͈̩̯̙͔̮̪͢͢e̢̛͔̗̟̦̝͕͜ ̷̸̨̬̯̙̩̰̻̗͉̹G̷̢͏̰̮̱̫̗͚͢͡e҉̞̞̳̱̣̥̝͍͎̬͍ò̡҉̭͚̞̤̥̯͚͚̪̰̱̣̹̦̰̮̪͖̲r͎̳̙̭̰͕̲͈̪̬͙͖̱̲͍̭̻̳͜ͅg̸͘͡҉̫̤̺̼͇̺͇̤̟̠̼̱͉̘͙͚͎è̸̻̹͎̟̫̣͓͉̬̦̥̬̲̱̤̺͝ͅ ̷̺̱͉̺̙͎͇̕͢G̪̫̤̝̟̩̳͖̕͢ͅè͎̱̹͍͉̬̲̭̪͎̗̞̠͕͕͖͜͢ò̶̥̘̟̫̦̗̫̩̭́͡r̶͏͏̡̛̥͍̝͖g̸͘͟҉̩̦̟̳̦̥̼̹̗̘̮ȩ̴̥̠̱̗̘̖̗̝͙̻͔͘͠͠ ̶̧̩̼̖G̦̤͎̻̣͚̳̪̲̟̫̖͚̼̖̣͖̼̀͘͘͘e̸̢̟͔̰͇͍͙̝͕͜͠o̢̨̙̤͍̜̦̣̺͕͈̹̠̫͜͜ͅr̷̹͎͉̼̯̠͎̭̫̪̪̱͔͇̭͓̤̕͘͟ͅͅg̴̢̼̝̜̲̮̣̼̟̳̠͉̬͍̗͉̹̦̠͞e̴̯̱̯̤͕̙̪̭̪̣̺̮̱͈̙̼̕͜͜ ͙͍͔͎̟͕̙̯̻̥͕̗̝͕̫̯́͟G̴̰̥̘̟͘͘͠e̘̘̭̞̪̤̮͙̙̝͖͕̭͔͕̕͠͞o̢̥̮͓̻̖̹͖͖̙̪̬͕͘ͅr̶̛̠͕͈͙͕͚̘̜̣̜̱͍̠͕̟̖̮̀͢͜ͅͅg̛͏̶̸̨̞̬̥͖̮̮̥̞̯̤͍̟̻̭̺̦͎ȩ̵̳̲̯͉̗̮̗̝̀́͟ ̢̡͈̘̠̜͎̣̭̦̖̯̥͙͖̝̳̜͟͠Ģ̢̮̹̦͓͓̯͡ͅẹ͈̤̩͖̱̞̣̩͍͘͡o̡̜̣̱͈̫͚͈͕̹̜̤̹̻͓̞̩̕͟r҉̣̮̪̳̳̩͔̝̹̗̼̥́̕ͅģ͘҉̴͖̩̥̦͇e͏̷̛̥̮̝̥̠̭͇͙̗̝͉̝̼̀͝ ̵̨͎̘̺̖͙͎̳̖̲̳̥͇̙̘̮͖̕͝͞G̛̖͎̘͓̗̺͖̙̥͖͔͎͞͡ͅe̖͖͎̫̠̤̱̟͙̩͕͇͈̤̤̹̭̹̯͟͢͢o̢̟̦̪͚̠͎͉͕̤̹̞̗͡r̬͔̪͖̳̳̼̞̗̰͈͖̙͇̀̕ͅg̵͈̲͈̖̘̰͍̭̞͉̞͚͢e͏͟҉̶̳̩͎͓̖̗̠̳ ̨̲̰̳͈̞̳̯͝͞͡Ģ̯̺̯̮̪̭̗̦̺̕͘͢e҉̩̮̯̟̳͙̀͜͠ơ̱̥̼͚̘̤̪̳̦͕̰̮̦͎͜ͅr̨̞̻̜̻̤̳̯̱͎̙̣͙̼͖̳͇̕͘ͅģ̕͢҉̬̯̻͈̥̩̖͙͔͕͇̺͕̫̰̻̬̥͜ͅe̵̴͈̭̠͖͎͈̙͕̰̝̰̪̖̪͜ͅ ͏̪̫̻̤̼̲̳͍G͢͏̞̞̤̦̠̲̟̦ę̴͖̱̜͈͎͈̘̹̤͚̫̭̩̀͡ọ̧͇̻̕͡ŕ̸̘̹̗̳̮͢͞͞ͅg̸̷̣͍̖̭͚̥̗̣̗̫̮͈͠͠ͅę͔̗̭͎̱̭͚̖̥̺̫̖͓̖͓͎̱ ̶̸̨̣̥̤̬̹̠̞͇̯̝̯͔́͟G̖͍̲̥̱̞̙̩̝̩͘͠e͓͓̭̯͔̣͙͖͚̭̞͎͜͢ͅǫ͔̘͔̜̤͇̠̝̤̖̀͜͡ṟ̶̴̻̲̼͕͉͙͇̘͕͙͓̹͉͎̗g̨̨͖̬̮̱̺͉̞̜̕e̶̫̜̼̱̞͇͚̲̬͖̪͎̯̻̩͜͡͞͝ ̧͔̝̥̰͈̹̲̲̠̤̲͙͈͍̝̟̫̞̜́̕͜Ǵ̸̻̟̘͖̱̪̫̖͍̺̙͡ͅȩ̷̞̭̠̰̰͍̟͚̝̥̲̮̮̝͙͚o̵͙̼̜͇̦͉̻̰͚͖͉͔̯͇̪̺͍̘̮̕͞r҉̵̭̥͙͓̠̞͚̬̺̠͞͡͞ͅg̢͏̶̦̘͚̠͙̗̳͉̖̫͉̪̩̼͕e̶̡͇͓̼̜̲̤ͅ ̸̠̭͖̦̙̀͠G҉̩̼̯̦̬̠̣̞͚̩͝ę̧̙͈̜̖̻͓̘̼̖͕͘͜͞o̷̮̱̞̝̰͚̣̤͎̩̪͢͠r̕͏͟҉̡͔͔̝̰̹͕͖̹̲̟̤̟ͅg̰͎̰̮͞͝e҉҉̴͖̟̬̯̪͉̺̖̭ ̨͘͜͞҉̝͇̲̭͔̗̖G͏̨̛̘̜̙͈è̷̡͖̱̩͚͇̜̳̭̳͈͝o͏҉͜͏̢̹̥̱̹̲͈̤͕̤̫̹̖̞͙ŗ̶̸̳̰̘̝̤̠͖g̵̻̱̘̙̮̫͇̞͜͜͞͝ę̴͉͙̗̣̣̞͟ͅ ҉҉̢͍͓͚͈̻͕̟́͜G̵̵̸̯̲̫͓͍͇͢͠è̷̴̢̼̻͓͔͠o̵҉̼̟̖͈͔̪͇̺̖̯͈͜͝͠ṟ̰͙͈̦̮̬͚̬͖͎̯̮̭̱̕͘͟͡g̪̹͓͉̜̲͎̬̯̥͠͝ę̷͚͈̖̖̱́͡ ̷̢̤̫̖̳̜͜͜Ǵ̷̨͢͏̟̠͎̠͇͔̪͕͖͍̻é͖̥̞͕̪̱̳͠͠͠o̢̲̠̗̥̮͓̺̞̜͚̠̺r̩̦͓̺̝͉̗̫̫̖͝͝g̀͟͏̸̣̖̙̠͕̝͙̖̩̦̬͔̞͞e͏̶͏҉̣̥̟̙̠͓̙̙͈̯̜͖̯̻̤ͅ ̸̙̼̳̭͎̗̤̕Ģ̶͚̯͚̘̣̻̫̞́͞ͅé̦̪̭̱͙̜̘̞́o̷̶͓̜̬̻̺͉̤͇̜̼͞r̷̵̛̙͚̭̤͉͓̠̙͖̝̪̘͚̩̜͇g̵̕͡͏͏̘̬̖̮̟̰͔͓̟̦͓͙̣͖̭e҉̧̨͎̠̺̦̻̥̦̞͈̪̥͈͙̮̗̟̺͡ ͟͏͓̦̠̺̟̩̣̥̩G̨̖̦͕͓̩̰͕̰͔̱̼̟͓̝̬̮̻͢e͘҉̼̱͔o͏̛͎̩̲͇̩̬̺̻͈̝̗̝ŗ̨̛̠̻̙̟̱̣̩͉͢ͅg̷͔͍͖̗̗̗̺͘͡͡͠e̷͏҉͈̺̼͉ ̴̜͉̰̫͜͜G̶̴͚̭̠̰̫̦̺̙͕͉̤̝̜͟͟ͅé̢̡̛̳͚̗̤̗̮̫̲̪̳͜o̵̵̢̢҉̲̞̱̟̲͇̖r̵̵̨̲̯̘̟͙̰̖̬̼̬̤̰̀g̷̨͎̘̺͓̦̤̼̟͙̺̭̬̬͓̯͙̦̀ͅe̵̜̗̼̕͝ ̵̙̹̫̰̬̭̗̦̳̤͍̣͓͙̤͚͘͝͡G̷͏̻͖̗̠̪̹̹͎͍̪͕̳̼̤̫e͏̶̡̱̮̤͕̫̯̠̤̥͇̖͓̖͚̱͕̖̤͕͢͝ò̷̪̦͉͉̗̫́͡ŗ̵̛̦͕̱̻͕͙̹̤̗̰͉̜̫̪͡ͅg͏̵̢̛̗̹͈̮̫̭̱̞͇̻͕̺e̡̼͇̘͖̻͍̹͕̜̪̪͕͓̱͟͜͞ͅ ̶̶̢̛̘̹̲̤͎͕̬͇͉̲̖͉͕̺̘͘G̴̡̭͔̗̟̝̜̰̥͕͠è̟̦͕̤͍̦̩͈̲ǫ̭̯͚̻̗̪͎̬̗͘r̵͎̼̲̭͎̲͕̝̰͘͘͡ģ̡͖̮̗̞͚͕͎e͍̩̱͇͖̩̜̟̠͙̤͖͡ 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̸̧̼̤̱͓͚̟̬̘̬̼͇͢͝G̷̥̙̗̖̗͜ȩ̶̨̱͎̮̥͚̦̩̻͓̘̲̣̯̩̰͉̮̭̀o̸̢̧̖͚̻͙͙̹̳r̡̢̨̦͇̳͎̬̻̗̫̼̘͔̻͓̝͔ͅģ̥̟̺̦͔̲̭̟̪̠̯͔̕͘͠ȩ̸̸̵̳͉̺̤͎̪͚̟͎̮͚̯̗͔ͅ ͏̘͖͙̲̬͕̻͕̝̬͓͇̙̜̥͔͙͡͞G͘҉͕̹̟̱͚͖͈̫̮̙̮̥͙̖ȩ͏̴̭̝̱̖̦̻͕̕o̶̴̼̙̬̘̗͎̘͔̮͎̹̤̳̕͡ͅŗ̛̤̘͉̹̞͎̬̱̖̺̫͇̳̗̞̖̗͢͞ͅg̴̨̛̺̼̭̜͍̝͞ͅe͡͏̷̀҉̲̱͍̙͖̫̭̝̞̳̟ G̷̨̛̲̦͚̲͙͚̥̭̖̙̱͡é̕͏̴̠̣͈͉̘̙̳̠͔̩̜̱̣̣̯o̸̧̤̪̳̳̻̩̣̦͜͝r̶͞͏͓̥̺̱̮͈̪̫͖͎͍̥̩̱͍͖͖g̷̛̻̮̰̲̣̺̦̗̣̟̱̘̯̝̹͟͜͞e̗̼̬͙͇͟͠ͅ ̵̴̡̗̠̱͖͕͓͙̗̦̩͙͍̮̯G̛͞͏̠̬̞̫̫͇͈͖͠͝ͅe͏̵̧̨̟̱͕̗̹̳͇͎̺̩̤͘ͅo̧̹͈̜͓͈̼̞̦͞r̢̛҉̫͉̟̰͔̗͙͖̺͔̻͈̞͖̗̼͟g҉̸͉̟͈̖̲͓̲ͅȩ̴̛҉̸̮̱͕̠̩̫̣̣ ̷̝̦͜͢͜͡ͅG͏̧͓͓͓͍͎̘͞͝ę̴̺͔̳̬̜̪͍̫̲̻̠̣͇͕̥͖̝͡͠ò̢̀͝҉͕͇͈͍r̸̢̧̫̮̩̪̖͈͇̰̝̠̹͞g̸̡̨̛͙̗͖̳̮͎͈͙͔̫̙̀e͏͏̵̡̫͔͓̥̤̠̖͕͙̯͕͚̬̻͇̠͘ ̛͢͡҉͖̪̮͚̦̭̳̻̼̠̞͈͇̻G̀͢҉̷͔̼̻̦͇e̷̯̠̜̥̟͉̹̱̞͢ͅơ͍̳͇͎̰ͅr̵̛̙̥͎͉͕̯̤̞̠̪̙̀͘g̗͕̗͔̻̀̀ͅe̢͕̱̞͓͍̩͚͔͎͚̹̦̯̭͟͡ ̶̥̬͍̮̙̹̙̲͚̀͘G̨̭̝̰͓̬̙͘͡ę̴̧̛͍̗̩̭̲̬̥̰̺͜o̷̴̯͖̫̖̣͞r̨̢̭͔̮̺͉̥͓̤̪͇͙͙̙̗̦͜g̠̗̬͡e̵̴̷҉̠̯̠̮̝̘̤͕͔̣̳͓̠̗̼̦̰͈̙ ̛̀҉̟̦̠̗̮̻̮̝G̻̩̘̺̳̘͈̭̥̙̹̗̬̺͇͟ͅé̷̼͍̼̥͎̞̜͉͕͟͠ò̴͈͓͍̥̮̣̳͔̤͇̺̮͕r̵̨̛̳̙͎̖͍̺̥̯͈̬̲͙͉̟͖̠̖͍̕͟g̷̶̼͉̟̣͚̬̖e̷͢҉̪͓͓̙̮̼͍̘̘̲̱̳̳̪͕͇̺ ̢̼͓̪̙̲̟̙̖̺̮͜G̡̡̧̩͙͔͙̪̬̪̯̲̩̜͎͕̗̖͚͈̀͠e͉̞̘̪̬̝̱͎̠͓̻̖̪̗͝ǫ͡͏̻̱͉̫̤̝̗͈̙̺̬͓̲͚ͅr̴̵̛̲̰̙͔̯͎͖͓̱̲̥͙͈͟ͅg̸̨̤͚̱̭̯̯͖͕͔͉̘͠͞e̡̢̯͙̱͖̟̱̲̱͔͎̜̳̜̙̹͞ͅͅ 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̸̷̨̰̮̙͎͎̼̦̮̫̥̘̯̮̙̙͢͞ͅĢ͢҉͟͏͎̙͙͔̠̞͚̣̠͓̞͉̹͚̥͔̟ͅȩ̸͍͖̳̪́͜ͅo͡҉̞̯̫̯̬͜͝͞r̡͞͏̵͚̠̟̘̠̫̻̺̪̰̼͈̤̰̳̯͉̕g̗͈͈̪̦̬̞͉̦͕̖͉͟è͚͖̲̳̺̮̫̰̭̹̱̻̮̯̱͍̼͞ ҉̶̯̘͜͟ͅǴ̴̷̦̠̻̯̫̩̲̬̥̙͜e̵̢̘̜̖̠̻̬͕͕͘͝o̶͇͖̱̟̤̣̲̥̞̘͈̱̱̥͝ͅr҉̨̟̩͉͕͔̩̱̼͙̭͚̘̟͢͝ͅg̶͏̷͎̬͈̺̯ G̷̴̶̨͏̣̺̮̫̰̭̗̬̖̻͕̮͚ę̨̰̥̙̣̞͔̘͓͡͡ͅó̶̡̺̙̟̦̙̟̟͎̩̜̝̠̟̩r̡̳̻̬͎̰̥͟͞g̸̢̺̪̺͙̪̖̯̜͓͉͚̦̘̀͟͢ẹ̛̘͎̖̱̭̪̦̥̼͖̫͓̖͈̭ ̲̳̠̬͙̟͈̼̙̬̠͍͙͇̜̫͢G̺̩͙̰̝̭̖͉̹̖̹͍̤͜ͅe͏̴͉̻̤̻̹̰̘͚̮̱̣̰́ò̗͇̠̪̰̹͎̼̺̼̪̰̟̰̺̟́́̕͞ͅr̴͕̟͇̜̹̳͖̦̦͔̩̙̘̠̫̤͍ͅģ̷͎̯͕̪̜̭̮̞̱̯̘̺̗̥̗͍̯͕͝͡ḛ̞͚̯̭̜͙͇̫̱͙̠̘̘͙͢͟͡ͅͅ ̨̧̝͇͙̞͇̮̩̬̟̤̭̻̼̳̙͇̬̙͘G͢͏̫͔̬̯͉̯̼̬͖̝͉̯̺ͅe̸͎̲͈͈͔̱̝̹̹͎̠̟̞̞̝͡͝͞o̶̵̩̮͈͎͕̹̗͓͙̮̗̠ͅͅr̴͏̳̝̫̺̺̪͖̯̘͍̯͚͚͓̫͙̗g͙̘̼͓̱̱̘̖̫̘̲̹̗̗͔̼͓͔̀͘ͅe̵҉͖̭̻͖͎̟̜̻̪̝̟͕͖͈̞͟͞ ̴̛̺̹̝͚̬̬̮͎̞͓̺̜̺͓̥͇̜͡͝͝Ǵ̴̢̧҉͇̙͉͍͔͙͙̺̗̳̟̘ͅe̵̵̟̝̪̘̝͔͉͙̥̜̫͖o̵̭̳̱̹̱̟̬̼̪̙͓͙̯̱͕͜͠ͅͅr̶̟͕̪̣̮̪̜̦͚͕̘͙ͅg̰̘̲̦͙͍̫̫̪͚͚͢ḙ̵̶̶̻͇̖̘̞̗̥͍̳̻̺͔͖̤̗̰͔́ ̺̜̮͎̯̝͕̰̲̰͢G̢͏̖̱̜̦̟̲̜̬̝̖̹̻̳̳ͅe̷̷̠̱̞o̸̵̟͍͇͍͔͞r͏̴̶̛̳̘̖̩̱̣̹̼̣͕͙̘͖ͅg̢̣͈͉̙̩͍͟͜ͅe̷̛̙̥̰͇͕͓̟̙̩͠ͅ ̶̶̢͖̤͈̤͇͕̱̺͓̼͔̟̮̺͖́̕ͅͅG̴̵̴̢̤͇̣̫͎̰͉̗̺̭͎̥̖̣͠e̻̩̙̯͟ò͘͘҉̛͎̪̭͓͕͇̫̝̟̻r̭̯͕͔̤͈͖͚͙͉̲͇̞̺̙̯̀̕͜g͎̗̫̠͓͔̺͇̻̟̹̣͠͝e̶̶̛̮͇̺̲̯̠͉̖̖̲͔͕͙̗̥̰̠̻͞ 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̷̴͔̲̭͇͔̦͟G̴̸̸̻̝͎͔͡ȩ̴̕͢҉̺̝̜̼̻̰̦̼̱̤̭̗̼ͅǫ̧̧̥̩̺͔̲͈̫́͠ͅr̙̗̙̭̜̜̦̱̙͍̩͓̭̘̮͖͟ͅͅg̸̥͔̰̙̗̟̻͉̤̗̗͓̜̤͇͜͞ͅͅͅè̴͔͇̬͖͔̞͔̱̣͈̰̳̳͙͝ͅ ̧̗͉̝̩͘̕G̩͎̬̺̺͍̻̤͖͚͍͓͖̜̻̥̹̕͢͞͝ę̴̷̫̫͕̲̀͘ͅo̵̢̢͓͖̬̱͚̖̗̥̭̰̠̩͖͚͡r̸̫̙̥͎̘̩̟̮̤̖̝g̴̡̛̹̪͓̹͕͎̦̙̗̰̟̩̳̜͇̘ẹ̦͎̗́̀́͠ ͏̧҉͏̷̗͎̫̼G̢̬̱̙͎͕̗̹͔͈̺̺̞̣̞̹̯͙͢͡͝͝è̸͕̹̯̠̻̪̙͚͍̪̹̙̼̰̙̀͡ǫ̢̹̬͖̹͚͟͠r̠͎̩͙̠̲̥̬̰͕̥͍̥̼͈̹͡g̷̵̨͡͏̺͚͔̬̗̜̹̮͉̠̹͙̟͍̣͓̼e̷̩̗̣̝̦͔̯̰̠̻͙̙͚͎̱̖͘͜͢ ̸̧͡͏̵͇̠̦̹̺̹̹̦̳̖̬̟̼G̛̠̫͓͇̠̠̺̘͍͈̗̞̻̰̮͎̦͟͟͠ͅe̷̡͏̫͈͍̲̮̺̩̜̹͚̘̬̺̹̞͙̻͢o͡͏̖̥̹͓̠̟̗͈̪͕͈̼ͅr҉̵̘̥̗̟g̴̶̵̙̥̪̰̥̦͖͉̟̳̹̝͔̣̼̼̼e̴̴̝̗̟̞͉͚̗̟̥͇̝̥͕͓̮ ̴̲͇͇̣̞͖̥̪̝͙̲̪̙̺̀͠G̖̘̜̟̬͉̜̜̱̫͓̼͉̀e̸̜̼̭̦͉͖͎̹̣͖̤̼̻̭o̷̷̝̣̺̺̙͙̲͖̦͉̹͢͞ͅr̨̢̖̦̣̙̤̹͎̠̳͢g̨̛̲̟̘̙͖̭̻͕̕͘ͅͅe̻̘̱͎̝̮̭̲̹̗̫̳͙͕͎͍͡ ̸҉̛̣̙̗͙̞̙͚͉̣͕̀͞G̴̀͏̴̴̖̻͇̥̩̖̟͓̙̗̬͎͈̝̘é̷̢̫̖͙̘̭̹̟̭͈͔̟̟͕͝ͅo̵̶̧̨̪͙̮̘̹͙͕̘͓̻͈̳̣̣r͘͏͇̟̞̗̫̝̬̣͝g̶̷̞̖̙͚̙͉̪͓̹̪̯͇̱̖͇̺͟ȩ̶̣̗͚̪̮̹̼͎̬͢ͅ ̴̡͞҉̘̪͈̜̺͉͚̬̠̭̤̖G͏̷͖̙̬̙̳̻͇̱͖̙̬͜ͅe̶҉̪̬̮̗̫͎̝͎͔̺̣͈̻̫͔͙̻̩ǫ̬͎͚̱̹̭͓ͅr̢͏̧͏̫̼̝̠͖͓͍̙̗͎͎̗̞͉̪͍͎̭̣g̸̡̮͙̳̠̤͎̳͙e̸̪̹̼̹͇͚̠̗͓̺͈͘͢ ̸̢̡̟͙͉̪̜̱̳͇̻͜͝G̵̜̘͚͔̳̻͞ͅe̷͏̫͉͕̮ò̸̵̡̙͍̙̟̥͈̣̖̱͝r̴̢͚͙̘̣̹̘̫͙̦̭̲͚ģ̴̜̠̦̳́͜͢ę̳̲͚̳͉̰̯̜͈̩͕͟͜͝͝ ̹͇̹͖̫̞̮̠͙͕̙͔͟͡͞G̨̢͓̫̯͔ẹ̳̠̜̲͍̞͔͉͠͡o҉̹͓͙̹͉̙̹̮͇̭̫̣͉̻̼͓͙̕͜r̶̛̜͎̹͎͙̻̹͍̻̭̪͖̮̩̙͠ͅg̶̪̹̩̦͔̠̮̝̬̗͉̦̕e͏̵̡͔͕̫̹̭̹̰̝͇̩͕̠͉̱̀ ̀͏̵̫̯̟̗͚͈̭͞ͅG҉̧̘̻͍̤̣͉̖̦̤̗̗̬͝e̛̖͖̳̣̝͍̠̥̤͕ͅǫ҉̛̳̣̮̣̬̕͜ͅr҉̶̺̬̺̺͎̦̜̼͘g̩̘͚̗͔̤̤͟͠e͈̫͈͖̤̻͎̼̭͘͘͢ ͏̵̢̦̱͚͖̞͙̝̞̮̀͘G̱̹̮̣̹̪̱̩͓̞̫̺͇͔͙̝͇̪͔͘͢ę̡͇̱̩̪̲̥̀̕o͡͏̧͉̲̠̥̩̭̣̲͈͉͔̥͈͈̗̭r̵̨̨̢͏͉̙̰͕͕̲̻̯͓̙͉ͅg҉̵̙͙̘͓͈͓͔͖̞͓͚̦͕̱̗͇̙͡ͅe̸̛̬̼̤̰̮̜̹̭̲͘͞ͅ ̷͍̦̲̗̪͔̝̗͓̲̘͟͡͞G̴̡̢͏̤̬͎̱̣̝̭̲̜ͅę͍̥͇̫̰͓́ó̵̴̫̖̩̮̩̫̞̻̜͚̘͕͓̥͇̹̺r̶̨͈̯͎͖̠̩͈͓̭̩̣͍͍̠͕͖̫̀ǵ̸̥͎̯͍͔̪͔͎̤̳̰͍é̛̻̻͔̯̲̘͓̹̺͈̤̜̲̤͠͞ͅ ̝̪̬̙͢͝G̸̵͜҉͎͍̘͈͎̰̦̪̜̦͙́e͏̵͇̱̳̹̲̜̺o̵̷͔̮̲͓̯̲͢ŗ̕͞͏͇̜̙̻͈̫͎̣̀g̵̠̮̘͕̝͈̮͘̕͢ͅͅe҉̲͇̦̲͔͈̝̬͖̮͍̣͓̠̕ ̸̢͎͚͕̻̺͍͉͙̤̩̟̺̙̟̜̯̲̺Ģ̸̢͓̩͇͍͓̩͈͙̫̪̥̰̹͉̙͞e̛̩͉̬̤͍̙̲̩̮̣̬̱͚͝o̵̡͚̲̘͉̙̺̫̟͉̖̻̣͘͞ŕ̶̪̭̠̪͈g̷̸̢͓̟̹̮̮̗̗̬̪̱͚͍̪̬ͅȩ̶̬̹͈̯̙̞̼̬͎̹͉͖̣͎͙̝́͡ͅ ͙͈͕̹͍̼̮̖͍̗͙̕͟͡ͅG͏̴҉̛̦̰̰̥̤̳̜͇̪͚͕̪͕͚͉̘̙͡é͝͏͉̜̥̬͉̪̟̼̻͎͉͕ờ̙̥̝̤̩̦̰̣̥̪̪̜͓r̢̨̨̪̼͚̟̣̹̙̦͚̤̫͡g̸̳̪͙͎͚̯͎̦̖̥̠̰̙͖̹̭̯̰͟͞ͅe҉̠̙̖̟͚͔͉̟̱̣ ̵͏̛̲̜̲͖̪̤͕̠̙́Ģ̨̣̟͉̯͙̣̼̖̻̗̩̙͇̀̀͜é̸̠̻̹̳̕͟ơ̷̪̞̳͓̙͘r̴̟͚̥͔̯͠͡͞g̛̣̺̙̼͝e̢̞̘͖̫̬̘͞ ̢̡̮͖̙̥̺͍̩̳̜G̷̡̦̮̹̥̲̪̻͉̱̰͙͕͓̰̠̩͟ͅe̷͇͈͙̥̬͎̖͍̳̳͚̦̼͞ͅͅó̸̗̮̥͖͖͍̰͜r̹͔̬̲͚̜̮̱̟̪͙̻̬͕͢͢ͅͅg҉̖̫̞̰͖͈̱͙͜͢e̸̡̖̖̫̮̺̟̪̥͚̮̦̕͢ ҉̵̡̼̮̙̲͔̩̜͕̜̙̲̞͖̪̜̤͢G̴̶̳̬̟̳̜̦͇̯̫͈͈̞͔̜̰̮̠̩͟͝͡e̵͉͉͈̻̪̲͖͉͢͞ͅo̧̟̖̞̹̪̥̝̭r̶̟͓̯̪̳̕͠ͅͅͅǵ̯̭͖̹̺̺͕́͘͞e͏̷́͏̴̣͈͉̮̺͇͍̭͖̻̠̰ ̸̶̛͈̣̱̫͖̫͟Ģ̷̲̠̟͎̻̟̙̣̠̠̮̱̙̥̀͡ͅͅe҉̵͝҉̬̼̞̩̮̱̝̮͙̲̺o̢҉͕͓̪̭͓̮̘͔̳̜̜͜ŕ̢͚̳̠̬̥̘̮̻̥̗͙͓̪g̨͏̵̸̫͙̬͚̘̹̘̬ͅe̵̵̛͔̯̮̺̤̥̮̮̝͖̙̞̖͡ ́҉̲̭̻̫̫̞G̴͜͏͖͔̳͜ȩ̩̝̙̻̩̪̪̩̩̺̰̥̳̼͉̼͜͠o̴̶͕͕̤͙̻̮͎͈͖͉͔͎͕͎̮͕̦ͅr̵̤̬͚̺̰̱̠͚̀ģ̵͚̤͕̟̲͎̗͓̦̗́͝è̛͉̜͚̳̳ ̵̸̵̨̱̳̗͉̙̦G̸̡̖̦̞͎̹̲͕̱̝̪̲̹̘͔͚͉̪ͅe̢͈̱̮̙͖̞͔̕̕͢o̶̢̢̖͈̥͙͉̯͔͙͖̺̝̥̹̖̹͉̙̫͡r̶̢͔͈̗̫̗̲͍͙̙̝͉͘͡ģ͓̬͍̼͚͕̀̀͝e͈̥̙̖̳͚͢͟͡ͅ Ģ̛́҉̵͇̬̘̼̜̣̼̮̬͓̗̥̮̗͖͍̺̙è̢̱̣̜̞͖͎̼͍̯̗̱̥̻͚̣͙͙̦͘͡ͅơ̞̝̼̟͙͘͢r̨̡̮̪͍̟̻̣̬̣̝̠̮̬̺͝ͅg͝͏̸̨̗̻̙͍̯̘͔͉̠͈̙̥͈̙͚̞̙ȩ̛́͏̭͎̜̩̭ ̶̩̲̲̳̭̳͚̀̕G̢̥̭̩͖̩͔̖͇͕̥͠͠e̵̘͍̤̰̖̙̲̫̭̗͎̕͠o͓̹̣̪̙̣̳͠͝ͅr̵̛͙̬̖͎̟̼͡͡͞ģ̴͈̝̗̜̞͈̣̥e̢̹̫̬͙̪͖͕͎͇͙̳͓͇ ̛̜̗̬̫̮͚̠̥̪̭̭̞̯͔G̴̵̛̺͍̰͇̺̟͝ẹ̵̠͙̪͍͎͓̫̲͖̞͙͢o̸̡̺̦̩͉̩͇̭̞͙͖̮̬̬̞̼̕͡ŗ̛͎̝̤̞̦̲͠g̀͏̨̳͈͍̰̫̝̜̬͖͇̮͖̭̘̭̮͢è̴͞҉̼͎̘̞͇̪͍̤̝̞̤̘̜͕̘̳̭͚ͅ ̡̬̦͉͎̙̗̟̮̦̼͟G͏̧̟͔̯̳̤͕̺͈̗͓͠e҉̛҉̴̡̙̮̺̱̠̳̺o̶̧̪̳̟̫̞͙̣̟̤̬͚̕͘ŗ͔͙̖̤̙̭̹͎̺̣̺g̶͔͎̠̪̞͉͕͇͇̠͕̦̀͡ȩ̷̟͚̩͚̮͈̙̫̰̪̙̳̻̀͘͜ͅͅ ̵̝͇̪̜͈̩̞̲̤̹̳̮̺̺̱͇̀͘͠G̷̨҉͏͔̭̞͍̥͕̲̣̦͕e̳̘͖̭̬̻̗͍̹̗̹̼̥͠͡ơ͠҉͕̥̙̺ŕ̡̪̞̰̬̜͙͙͎ǵ̨͍̯̩ͅe̗̗̟̲̝̜͍͎̤͚̮͓̭̕ͅ ͔̲̞̗̦̳̳̟̰̞̥̪͇̝̤̼̫͓͢͜͡G̛͓̝̹̜͎͓̝͇̱̹͙͇̭̟̬̟̩͎̭̀͡e̼̣̩͈̯̻͉͇͘͡o̴̞̗͓͓̯̲͔͕͙̥̕ŗ͉̠̠̼̤̪͔͔̼̲̼̻̥͢g̨̢҉͘͏͓̳̙̯̼̗͍̙͈͙͔̘̜͓̥͚ͅͅe̴͏̙̫̟̗̣̪͙͖̰̭̹͈͞͡ͅ 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̸͡͡҉̬͓̪̳G̶̳̗̤̯̦̻̰͈͈̤̘͝ͅè̢̲͎̠̱͔̜̟͔̼͔̤̼ͅơ̷͘͏͎͎̣̫͍̺̘̲̗̻̫͙̖̫r̴̵̢̬̗̜͕͖͍͝ģ̵̞̺̻̰é̡̫̖͎̥͓̣͖̭̫̬͜ ̨͔̯̫̜͖̹͖̭̣̗̘̰̼̞͉̱̳̻̕͡Ǵ̹͈̰̤̣̬̭̀ḛ̢̡̡̢͉̥͢o̸̶̧̺̩͉̻͚̭̭͙̳̭͕̤͢r̶̢̀҉̥̹̙̣͚̺̘̭̰̞̫̱̞̟ͅg̢͏͏̜̖̺̳̮̦̻̬̗̰̳̺̞è̡͔̗̩̯̯̥͇͟͡ ̢̩̯̞͇́G̸̡̨͚͚̞̦̟̱̲̥̲̝̹͔͉̫ͅȩ̷̛͔̙̱̞͈͇͇̥͓̀o̴̥̭̗̦̰̜̣̝͉͇͓̱͇͖͡͡ͅr̨̛̙̯̱͇͔̥̟̮̭̦͓̤̲̀͜g̶͕͈͉̗̭̫͍̱͙̹̳̲͔̝͘e͏҉̨̪̻̳̤̳̙̰̻̰̝̥̲̺̳͙͘ ̡͕̟̜͍͕̪̞̮̱̬͇̠̬͙̮̦͍͈̰͢͟G̶̷̶̺̖̼̫̗̙̙͔͢͠e͏͍͚͈̱̳̲̳̗̙̜̮̲͡o͏̶̘̳̮̳̭̟̪͙͎͈͎̞͉͞ͅŗ̴̴̬̠̭͓͍̠̲̩̕͢g̵̷̼̖͓̟͈̣͠ͅè̺͈̣̦͍̺͕̯͓̳̹͍͖̫̻̝̺͠ͅ ҉̨͇͚̖͇̼̙͚͕̳́G̷҉̲͈̙̞̘̹̲͇e̢͕̙̜͓̜͇̠͎̜͍̱͜͢͜͠ͅơ̳̭̟r̢̪̟̝̝͔͙̗̗̝͈̳͝ģ̧̘͍͚̠é͚͈̞̼̗͉͡ ̸̧̛͉͎̣̗̻̩͝G͓͉̤̳͔̲̀e҉̕҉͏̧̭͉͚̫̺̯͈̰̭͙̤̟̩̟̫̦̺̳ͅo̧̖̱̮̲̩̲̟̬̬͘r͎̣̺̖̜͚͟͡ǵ̸̛͓̲̣̯͉̠̺̞̝͇̤͚͖̲͔͍̻̕é̢͎̹͍͙̩̀͘ ̷́͞҉͍͓̠̤̲̠̰̠̹̖̹̺ͅǴ͚̙̝̺̠͎͎̱͖̥̹̞̟͍̯̕͢e҉̴̵̸̴̮̞̫̪͖̬͇̞̪̭̠̼o̴̡̢̞̤͓̠̼̱̤̖̳͜r̸̨̛͏̮̝̪̝͚̬͖̲̺̭͖̭̜̳̘̻̠̀g̷̢͖̭͖̤e̸̡̡̜̗̰͜ ̧̨͠҉͏̼̳͍̭̠̗̙̜̥G̢̨̲̰͚̼̘͈̘̯̦̜̟̺̻͜͜e̖͎̮͉̦̬͚͔̫͟͞ò̺̠̦͙̺̺̣̩̗̜̞̥̱̝̝͝ŕ̻̪̪͇̕g̴͏̹͎̥͉͙͕̟̗̦̗͓̺͚͔͎̳̪e̶͙̘̝̦̰̤̠̬̞̜͍̼͙̙̣̕͞͝ ̢̩̼̭͈͟G̶̢̬̳̫̟͈̘̩̮͍̝̬͇͖̦͇̤̮̭e҉̷̢̢̡͖͚̞̬̺̦̪͕̬͍͕̖̪͍o̵̠̯͖̙͜͞r̨̯̗̪͖̻̹͈̺̦̹̝̮̪̪̬̯̰ͅg̛̛̖̰̹͕̰e̡͔̥̣̺͉͔̫̙̤̬̙̞̠̣̗̱̕͞ͅͅ 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RPGC#32 - The inner voice (voting and feedback)

My vote also goes to The Voice Within.

Nice and darkly amusing, me likey.

Melsborow Nights - An interactive horror story

>Bash open a locker

ᖴOᖇGOTTEᑎ ᖇEᗩᒪᗰᔕ 🌙 The Ring of Aduzahir

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S A M I R A

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After the golden dragonborn, the next one to step forward was the woman veiled in crimson silks. She had not come to the estate in the same way of the others. She had not come on foot or horseback, nor by beast of burden, she had arrived at the doors of the House el Kalil in covered palanquin, carried at each corner by a collared slave. Her name was Samira, better known by some as the Golden Widow, or the Witch Whore.

From the moment she had alighted from the litter (pausing only just for a moment to reapply a quick charm with a few muttered words and arcane waves of the hand), there had been many eyes had following her. There was something about her, even when her face was covered, that just demanded the attention of others. Be it subtle sway of her sultry hips, or the way you just make out how her neck arched behind the almost transparent veil she wore, or the strange spiced musky scent of the exotic perfume that she wore upon her skin.

Or perhaps it was something else, ineffable and immaterial, that made her influence so beguiling to those who saw her.

She reached up with one painted hand, its fingers dressed in a full set of glittering clawed ring settings, to pull aside the veil and reveal the shimmering glory of her visage. Perfectly proportioned, with high wide cheekbones and full luscious lips. Her amber eyes sparkled brightly, even in the cool shadows of the entrance hall. She smiled coyly at Jakeem, and in contrast to Sir Brandon, she chose to curtsey deeply, dipping her brilliant gaze to the marble floors.

"Greetings, most exalted Pasha Jakeem el Kalil." She spoke he flawless Alzhedo, her words sweet and honeyed, making appropriate use of the annuv symbol to politely indicate that she had skipped some of Jakeem's titles. "I am Massatyra-Armalatu Samira yr Sadhara el Hakkam yi Athkatla, it is my deepest pleasure to make your acquaintance, and can I just say how eager and... willing... I am to serve your every need."

Her eyes spoke of her deference, her devotion, her longing to serve a man that she could respect and her desire that it might just somehow become something... more.. between the two of them.

Samira had done her homework, she knew what was at stake here, and she would have to distinguish herself from these northern barbarians and dahyarif if she wanted to claim the prize for herself. She did not have much time left. She would smile and simper for this lowly Pasha, for this fool of man until he gave her what she wanted... what she needed... and then?

Then she would get rid of him, like she had all the others.

The Arrangement [Suki & Kassarock]

Phew that was a big one.

Wanted to get all of the solo stuff out of the way in one post, but I had too many ideas for things I wanted to write.

As for Elise's reaction, I'd imagine she'd be told that the King is back, that he'd been success but injured, but not exactly what had happened.

Anyway, how's the new house?

The Arrangement [Suki & Kassarock]

The hunting party progressed up the valley and into the woods. The open sky above them disappeared beneath a canopy of green pine needles, the views around them closed in with walls of ferns and bracken. They loosed the dogs, who went bounding off into the underbrush followed by their keepers, in search of any scent or trail. Urathon went with them, being the most experienced tracker of them all. If there was anything worth hunting in this particular forest, they would find it.

That left Ozragad alone with Rhiathon, his guards, and Elethiomel, his cousin's son. An awkward silence fell over the group as the sounds of the barking hounds faded into the distance. He realised now that he hardly knew his own kinsman. Elethiomel had rarely been at court, the feast for the arrival of the Princess being the first time in several years. There had been some kind of row about that he remembered, when the boy had been young, and he or Manawyndan had wanted him to serve as a squire to the King. His mother had refused point blank, it had gotten so bad that they one point they did not speak for the best part of a year, the rift only healed when she had agreed to send Piebio as a page and cupbearer instead.

"So... boy. We see you so rarely at court, glad to be out from under your mother's thumb?" Elethiomel glanced over, there was still a nervous look to him. To be expected perhaps considering him being so unfamiliar with his King, Ozragad knew he was an intimidating presence, we to his own subjects.

"No, your Highness, I mean- yes, of course, I am glad to be in your presence but I-I-" The sentence devolved into a stuttering mess as the youth tried to cover himself from speaking any form of slight against either his mother or the King himself.

"Speak freely, the truth will not hurt me nor my cousin."

"In truth... I am glad. She means well, sire, but she is too overbearing. She thinks she knows what is best for me, thinks to arrange my life to suit her desires. But I am old enough to think and feel for myself now. It has been this way since my father died."

"Ah yes... your father. Ozragad remembered his cousin's husband well. He had been one of his finest commanders. He was a brave man, a loyal man. Had he not held the flank at Bitter Tree, that battle would have been lost, perhaps the whole war with it. You should be proud of him."

"I am proud of him. He fell fighting for a just and noble cause." A change went over the boy then, a strange shadow passed across his features, a look of regret and doubt completely different to the panicked nerves he had displayed before. He began to speak again, but this time in urgent lowered and hushed tones."Your Majesty, may I beseech you for just one moment? You m-"

"A SCENT! A SCENT!" The cry came up from the woods in the direction that the dogs had raced off to only a few minutes before. Ozragad sat bolt upright in his saddle and spurred his horse forward with a kick of his heels.

"It will have to wait, lad. We hunt!"

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When Ozragad and the others finally caught up to where Urathon and dogs were, they found them milling around clearing, at the centre of which sat the bloodied carcass of a felled stag. It was dead, someone had already started the butchery process, peeling back the hide in order to remove the creature's entrails. The sight of it immediately put Ozragad into a foul mood. He would hardly be fulfilling this trial if he had no part in the slaying. Not that he especially cared about the whole damn thing, but still, he had no desire to be made to look weak, or worse, a hypocrite. He rounded on Urathon angrily.

"What is the meaning of this exactly, my Lord?! I send you to track for me and find you finished the killing instead? Are you trying to emasculate me in front of my court and my bride-to-be, or is it just ."

"It was already dead when we came across it, sire. Poachers." Urathon took the berating stoically before gesturing to three men Ozragad had not noticed at the edge of the clearing. They sat on their knees, surrounded by a cluster of his guardsmen, their swords all drawn. He turned to them now, staring them down with his intense, burning orange-gold gaze.

"This is the King's land. Poaching is theft Theft from the King can be punished with the taking of the offending hand, can it not? Lord Justicar?"

"Indeed it is, sire."

"So what are we waiting for? Let us dispense some Justice and move on with our hunt." Ozragad began to draw his own sword. Two of the three men, the younger ones, backed away, whimpering in terror at the sight of the King's blade. The guards behind them gripped their shoulders and held them in their places. The third one, who sat between them stayed as he was, and stared the King down with his rheumy eyes.

"Your Highness, have mercy. It was my idea, I was the one who led 'em astray, committing this crime knowingly. Take both hands, or a head from me. But leave 'em be, they have families who need 'em, who will go hungry without them. I am old, have no mouths to feed, take me in their stead."

His words made Ozragad stop in his tracks. He looked them again, more closely this time. They were all raggedly dressed, and were pitifully thin, the old man especially. The King's brow furrowed into a stern yet contemplative frown.

"You knew this King's Land, and you hunted on it anyway. Why?"

"We're from Cradoc village, sire. Ashfall took most our harvest, steward took the rest to be sent to the capital. There's not enough food in the village, young 'uns are going hungry. We don't want trouble with the law, but we weren't prepared to starve."

For a while the King said nothing. Then he sheathed his blade and turned his back on the prisoners and went to remount his horse.

"There's no game for us here. We have a hunt to be getting on with. Leave these men in peace."

Ozragad made a mental note to stop by Cradoc village on their return journey back to the capital.

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It took a while for them to pick up another trail. The sun was getting low in the sky and they had scoured the other side of the woods from where they had come across of the poachers. When the dogs had picked up a scent they had all gone charging along after them as a single party, branches and vines whipping past them as they rode along the narrow forest trails.

This was more like what a hunt should be, Ozragad decided. It was easy to forget the worries and cares of the world beyond this forest, forget everything apart from the challenge of following the hounds and staying atop his mount. But he knew he would have to emerge from here at some point, go through the pageantry of the court once again, face the Princess, face Manawyndan. But for now he was free to ride as he pleased. Ozragad took pleasure in that simply freedom.

They burst from the darkest of the forest into a long clearing cut across by a stream, and there, bounding over the rocky waters, was another stag. It was easily larger than the one the poacher's had taken, a mighty beast that had battled its way through many an autumn rut. But now it was no longer the master of the forest anymore, a more dangerous beast had arrived to hunt it down, and bring it to its end. One of the hunters had already loosed a shaft that had taken in its hind quarters, it was leaving a steady trail of blood now.

"Come on! We will have it yet!" The King roared and spurred his horse forward again. In the clear ground it began to show its superior breeding, gathering speed and beginning to put some distance between it and the other riders. The only one who managed to keep up was Elethiomel.

The dogs paced back and forth along the stream edge, searching for a place to cross, hampered by its high banks and swift current. Ozragad did not slow his horse, he did not search for a place to cross. Instead he rallied his stallion once more, sending it charging up to the edge of the gully and made it leap at the very last moments. Its front legs made contact with the top of the opposite bank and the horse frantically scrambled its hind legs to reach the top. But Ozragad did not give it time to pause, he turned it in the direction of the Stag and rode towards the opposite tree line.

When he got there he realised he was alone, save for Elethiomel. The rest of the party's horses had baulked at the jump, they had been forced to slow and find a lower place or cross. He could see Rhiathon waving at him to slow down or come back. But he was almost on top of his quarry now. If he stopped and turned back they might lose the trail and be forced to return to camp empty handed, to start all over again in the morning. His pride wouldn't let him do that, he would finish this.

"Boy, with me now. Let's end this." He commanded the youth, and they disappeared into the trees together.

It was a darker inside, but the blood trail was easy enough to follow. They had to go slower in woods, but they moved as swiftly and silently as they could. All went well until they came to a fork in the path they had been following. There were no blood splatters on either side, nor any tracks that seemed to be recent. Keen not to lose the beast, Ozragad decided to split them up, sending his kinsman down one branch, while he would go down the other. If they found the trail again they would call the other over.

Ozrand went down the lower branch, which quickly descended into a series of rocky hollows and muddy pools, overshadowed with dense pine stands. In the soft mud he could sight of fresh deer tracks and a spot of blood. He called for Elethiomel. There was no answer. The rocky walls of the hollows must have captured the sound somehow. No matter, he rode onwards.

The path he was following reached a dead end, a sheer cliff rose up at the other end, impossible for any beast to climb. The stag was trapped there at the end of the trail, blood still dripping from his arrow wound, now heavily limping. Ozragad pulled the hunting spear from its holder on his saddle. The stag regarded him warily as he approached ever closer, pinning it back to the rock wall. Suddenly it tried to bolt away, not yet ready to accept its fate. Ozragad shifted in his seat and raised the spear above his shoulder, hurling it at the stag as it tried to run past him and escape to freedom.

He was so focused on the throw and the passage of the spear as it flew through the air, that he did not see the arrow that was shot from the top of the cliff.

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When he came to his senses, he was lying on the ground, a terrible pain in his left ankle.

It was his horse. The arrow had missed him and killed his horse. It had trapped one of his legs as it had fell.

He could hear barking and shouting all around him.

Rhiathon came into his vision, quickly followed by Urathon. They were calling out to him. He reached out and grabbed his captain of the guard by the front of her cloak.

"Not a word... not a word of this to anyone..."

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It was full dark by the time the hunting party returned.

They carried with them one great slain beast... and a wounded one too.

Kass's Kharacters

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S A M I R A

Original Art by Shibashake ____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name - Massatyra-Armalatu Samira yr Sadhara el Hakkam yi Athkatla, also known as Jhasina, the Sadidrifa, the Khamarnari, the Desert Rose, the Golden Widow, the Witch Whore. Gender - Female. Race - Human. Age - Late Twenties to Early Thirties. Height - Average, a little over five feet. Class - Sorceress. ____________________________________________________ S K I L L S & A B I L I T I E S Magical Samira is spell caster of great power and cunning application. She is a Sorceress, gifted with innate magical talent without the need to study the arcane arts. The raw power of Sorcerer's magic often surpass that of their more scholarly counterparts, but often at the expense of their versality, and this is indeed the case with Samira. Her gifts lie in three specific applications, Illusion Magic, Enchantment Magic, and Elemental Magic, in particular, Fire Magic. However, her understanding of the arcane as a theoretical subject is generally poor. She never had to learn the basic fundamentals of magic, her powers were given to her by fate instead, therefore her grasp of magical theory is much less developed than for a wizard of similar capabilities. Martial While Samira has attained a mastery of a great many things, martial combat is most certainly not one of them. She prefers to shun physical fighting, opting to use her magical talents to target her enemies from afar. She knows a little of the use of short bladed weapons such as knives and daggers, but not much else. Do not think however that she is helpless in a melee confrontation, Samira has a few tricks up her sleeve. Miscellaneous Samira is a charismatic individual and possesses great skills in persuasion, flattery, seduction and deception. Her abilities to beguile and enchant others borders on the supernatural. She speaks several different languages, including Common, Alzhedo, and Chondathan. ____________________________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T Weapons Curved steel dagger, encrusted with gems, fashioned in the Calishite style. Armour Samira relies on her magic for her protection, she wears no physical armour. Enchanted Items Periapt of Health - Grants the bearer immunity to diseases. Amulet of Health - Increases the bearer's constitution. Ring of Regeneration - Heals the bearer's wounds. Miscellaneous Items An expensive red and gold silk dress with matching veil. Numerous pieces of non-magical jewellery. A small pouch of magical reagents and components. A gilded water canteen. A bottle of felsul flower perfume. A sun parasol. A pocket mirror. Coin purse with several hundred gold pieces. ____________________________________________________

A P P E A R A N C E Samira is the very image of beauty itself, or at least, that's what many of her admirers have told her over the years. Her appearance is a strange combination of North and South Faerun, that makes her seem exotic and desirable to inhabitants on both sides of the continent. For while her skin is sun kissed dark, like the Calishite people she claims kinship with, her long flowing hair is the colour of fairest gold, most often found in the northern climes of the Sword Coast. In Calimshan particularly her hair is an asset, and she dresses to enhance its golden nature. Her clothing is often of deep and warm colours, maroons, dark reds, purples. The coloured silks and satins are juxtaposed with cloth of gold embroidery in order to better show off her own honey coloured tresses. Samira's appreciation for gold goes well past her clothing and is also present in her taste in jewellery. Around her neck are many expensive necklaces and amulets, bracelets and bangles hang from her wrists. Her adornment is often complimented by an almost see through silken veil, some have said this layer of obscurification only makes her seem more alluring. Most alluring of all though is the face behind the veil, with its high wide cheekbones and its full and luscious lips, artfully painted with pigments and makeup. Under the delicate arches of her brow, Samira's kohl painted eyes gaze out wickedly, full of temptation and mischief. They are eyes that men can lose themselves in, and many have become snared there, like insects trapped in amber. For that is their colour, glorious, shining, amber. When she is angry their depths burn with a hidden fire, dangerous and intense, so much like the devastating elemental magic that she wields. Sometimes, however, when Samira thinks no one else is watching, there's another look in those eyes, beyond the temptress, beyond the sorceress. There is fear. Absolute and abject terror. And loathing, so much loathing, a hatred that could swallow oceans, leaving nothing but a blasted salty plane, and still not be quenched. But that particular mask rarely slips. That part of herself is well hidden under the faces she wears, the perfectly applied makeup and paint, the exquisite and expensive clothing, the rich and heady perfumes, all her power and her wealth and her status. But she never forgets that it is there, no matter how hard she tries. ____________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Samira is a cut gemstone, a thing of many facets. All of them are brilliant in their own way, but not all them as pleasant as the face she wears would have you believe. The reflections they cast can be distorted and ugly, their edges hard and sharp. Who she is and how she acts often depends entirely on who you are, how you relate to each other, and what your position in society is. To the wealthy and powerful, Samira is a gracious host, a delightful and witty conversationalist with a sharp sense of humour, and a fixture at many high society gatherings in Calimport. Her parties are the stuff of legends, her circle of acquaintances studded with some of the city's most celebrated inhabitants. She would be held in high esteem, if were not for her somewhat infamous reputation for seducing husbands and taking them as her lovers. She is a beguiling woman, and since the death of her own husband has had a rota of either influential or handsome bedfellows. The powerful men of Calimport adore Samira, and she adores them back, flourishing like a flower under their gaze and attention. But the wives of these men all despise her, and name her 'The Witch Whore' behind her back. In return Samira is often more comfortable in the company of men than of women. In particular she does not like women who are younger or more beautiful than she is. Even more so, she absolutely despises old women as being hideous and weak, though she rarely says as much to their faces. Duplicitous would be one word to describe how she behaves around her social peers, rarely speaking a honest word, always dealing in half truths, praising one to their face, disparaging them behind their back. It is fortunate that she is an exceptional liar, otherwise everything would have come unravelled a long time ago. Most slaves and common folk are largely beneath her attention. Though she has been known to lavish coin and favour on those who manage to please her, equally does she heap scorn and recriminations on those who fail her. Samira is undoubted a generous mistress, though she can easily be a cruel one. She is fickle in such inclinations as well, punishing those she rewarded only days before. When those she considers beneath her do not respond to her manipulations and coercions, she does not think twice of using force to compel them to her bidding. Vulnerability is abhorrent to her. She tries her best to never reveal her true feelings about anything to anyone. The only time she ever speaks with genuine emotion is about her first husband, the one that she says died back in Amn. Even then the true story of what happened is one she has only ever divulged once, and that did not end well for either Samira or the man she was foolish enough to tell it to. She still wants to be loved, even after all these years, and all the men she has been with... she needs to be loved. But keeping her true feelings hidden has been growing more difficult as of late. She has become more reclusive over the last few years, keeping unorthodox company, adventurers and treasure hunters, cultists and witches. She feels crushed beneath the vast webs of lies that she has spun, and as the terror that lies underneath it all grows larger and larger, so to has her desperation and her desire to destroy it all and start again. But Samira knows she is quickly running out of fresh starts... ____________________________________________________

_{H I S T O R Y}

Calishite names are an exercise in history. While many foreigners find the extensive names of the region burdensome, for the inhabitants who understand its code, a name you can teach you a person's titles, what clan they belong to, who their parents were, where they were born, and many other things. Consider then the name that Samira bears, and learn from it, as a native Calishite would.

Massatyra-Armalatu Samira yr Sadhara el Hakkam yi Athkatla.

In Calishite names the titles always go first, and are listed from least important to most important. In Calimshan rank and power are of the highest importance, it is a grave offence to skip over the titles of a person when addressing them without appropriate the use of the Annuv, the hand gesture to signify that a title has been left out for the sake of brevity. Thankfully Samira only bears one title, 'Massatyra', the female equivalent to a Massatyr, a low ranked member of the old Calishite nobility. Compounded with the term 'Armalatu' (meaning widow) it designates that her title is derived from her husband, who is now deceased. The closest translation to Common would perhaps be Baroness-Dowager.

Samira is her given name, the one likely chosen by her parents. It speaks of a degree of arrogance and vanity on their parts too, for Samira is term in Alzhedo for a Princess. Clearly whoever named Samira thought highly of her, and believed that she was destined for great things.

The name of one these parents can also be known through Samira's own name, for next there comes the Matronym, the name of Samira's mother, which in this case is 'Sadhara', meaning Desert Rose. Generally speaking, Calishite women take their mother's name as a Matronym, while men take their father's name as a Patronym. This is not always the case, a man might refer to himself as the son of his mother, or a woman as the daughter of her father, if the parent was particularly famous or if the other parent was particularly infamous. Clearly Samira thinks well enough of her mother, or poorly of her father.

The family name comes next, 'Hakkam'. The Hakkam clan are a powerful family of Calishite nobility from Calimport, one that Samira married into almost a decade ago when she first arrived in the city. Prior to that she bore a different family name, Duwabir, a prominent family of human Calishite nobility were exiled during the rule of the Genasi Paschas. Women take the family names of their husbands when they marry. Considering that Samira freely says that the sadly now deceased Pascha Massatyr el Hakkam was not her first husband, she must have married an exiled Duwabir before she ever came to Calimport. Meaning she is a widow twice over before the age of thirty.

Lastly comes 'Athkatla' which tells what city Samira was born in. Athkatla is the capital city of Amn, a country to the north of Calimshan, past Tethyr, but south Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast proper. It is another large wealthy city, the sort of place where one could see a woman like Samira growing up. Indeed it was also where a branch of the Duwabir family was exiled during the reign of the Djinn and their genasi subordinates in Calimshan.

But if you were to chase this thread further, some questions begin to raise themselves. The last of the Duwabir's died decades go in Amn, his line ending with him. Those that remember him recall he did marry a Calishite woman with dark skin and stunning golden hair, but she did not go by the name Samira, she was called Sadhara. Was this Samira's mother? Who then is this other man that Samira claims to have married? And why did she not bear his name when she came to Calimport ten years ago?

Calishite names are an exercise in history. But not all histories are straight forward... or fully revealed.

ᖴOᖇGOTTEᑎ ᖇEᗩᒪᗰᔕ 🌙 The Ring of Aduzahir

Samira the Sorceress

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S A M I R A

Original Art by Shibashake ____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name - Massatyra-Armalatu Samira yr Sadhara el Hakkam yi Athkatla, also known as Jhasina, the Sadidrifa, the Khamarnari, the Desert Rose, the Golden Widow, the Witch Whore. Gender - Female. Race - Human. Age - Late Twenties to Early Thirties. Height - Average, a little over five feet. Class - Sorceress. ____________________________________________________ S K I L L S & A B I L I T I E S Magical Samira is spell caster of great power and cunning application. She is a Sorceress, gifted with innate magical talent without the need to study the arcane arts. The raw power of Sorcerer's magic often surpass that of their more scholarly counterparts, but often at the expense of their versality, and this is indeed the case with Samira. Her gifts lie in three specific applications, Illusion Magic, Enchantment Magic, and Elemental Magic, in particular, Fire Magic. However, her understanding of the arcane as a theoretical subject is generally poor. She never had to learn the basic fundamentals of magic, her powers were given to her by fate instead, therefore her grasp of magical theory is much less developed than for a wizard of similar capabilities. Martial While Samira has attained a mastery of a great many things, martial combat is most certainly not one of them. She prefers to shun physical fighting, opting to use her magical talents to target her enemies from afar. She knows a little of the use of short bladed weapons such as knives and daggers, but not much else. Do not think however that she is helpless in a melee confrontation, Samira has a few tricks up her sleeve. Miscellaneous Samira is a charismatic individual and possesses great skills in persuasion, flattery, seduction and deception. Her abilities to beguile and enchant others borders on the supernatural. She speaks several different languages, including Common, Alzhedo, and Chondathan. ____________________________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T Weapons Curved steel dagger, encrusted with gems, fashioned in the Calishite style. Armour Samira relies on her magic for her protection, she wears no physical armour. Enchanted Items Periapt of Health - Grants the bearer immunity to diseases. Amulet of Health - Increases the bearer's constitution. Ring of Regeneration - Heals the bearer's wounds. Miscellaneous Items An expensive red and gold silk dress with matching veil. Numerous pieces of non-magical jewellery. A small pouch of magical reagents and components. A gilded water canteen. A bottle of felsul flower perfume. A sun parasol. A pocket mirror. Coin purse with several hundred gold pieces. ____________________________________________________

A P P E A R A N C E Samira is the very image of beauty itself, or at least, that's what many of her admirers have told her over the years. Her appearance is a strange combination of North and South Faerun, that makes her seem exotic and desirable to inhabitants on both sides of the continent. For while her skin is sun kissed dark, like the Calishite people she claims kinship with, her long flowing hair is the colour of fairest gold, most often found in the northern climes of the Sword Coast. In Calimshan particularly her hair is an asset, and she dresses to enhance its golden nature. Her clothing is often of deep and warm colours, maroons, dark reds, purples. The coloured silks and satins are juxtaposed with cloth of gold embroidery in order to better show off her own honey coloured tresses. Samira's appreciation for gold goes well past her clothing and is also present in her taste in jewellery. Around her neck are many expensive necklaces and amulets, bracelets and bangles hang from her wrists. Her adornment is often complimented by an almost see through silken veil, some have said this layer of obscurification only makes her seem more alluring. Most alluring of all though is the face behind the veil, with its high wide cheekbones and its full and luscious lips, artfully painted with pigments and makeup. Under the delicate arches of her brow, Samira's kohl painted eyes gaze out wickedly, full of temptation and mischief. They are eyes that men can lose themselves in, and many have become snared there, like insects trapped in amber. For that is their colour, glorious, shining, amber. When she is angry their depths burn with a hidden fire, dangerous and intense, so much like the devastating elemental magic that she wields. Sometimes, however, when Samira thinks no one else is watching, there's another look in those eyes, beyond the temptress, beyond the sorceress. There is fear. Absolute and abject terror. And loathing, so much loathing, a hatred that could swallow oceans, leaving nothing but a blasted salty plane, and still not be quenched. But that particular mask rarely slips. That part of herself is well hidden under the faces she wears, the perfectly applied makeup and paint, the exquisite and expensive clothing, the rich and heady perfumes, all her power and her wealth and her status. But she never forgets that it is there, no matter how hard she tries. ____________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Samira is a cut gemstone, a thing of many facets. All of them are brilliant in their own way, but not all them as pleasant as the face she wears would have you believe. The reflections they cast can be distorted and ugly, their edges hard and sharp. Who she is and how she acts often depends entirely on who you are, how you relate to each other, and what your position in society is. To the wealthy and powerful, Samira is a gracious host, a delightful and witty conversationalist with a sharp sense of humour, and a fixture at many high society gatherings in Calimport. Her parties are the stuff of legends, her circle of acquaintances studded with some of the city's most celebrated inhabitants. She would be held in high esteem, if were not for her somewhat infamous reputation for seducing husbands and taking them as her lovers. She is a beguiling woman, and since the death of her own husband has had a rota of either influential or handsome bedfellows. The powerful men of Calimport adore Samira, and she adores them back, flourishing like a flower under their gaze and attention. But the wives of these men all despise her, and name her 'The Witch Whore' behind her back. In return Samira is often more comfortable in the company of men than of women. In particular she does not like women who are younger or more beautiful than she is. Even more so, she absolutely despises old women as being hideous and weak, though she rarely says as much to their faces. Duplicitous would be one word to describe how she behaves around her social peers, rarely speaking a honest word, always dealing in half truths, praising one to their face, disparaging them behind their back. It is fortunate that she is an exceptional liar, otherwise everything would have come unravelled a long time ago. Most slaves and common folk are largely beneath her attention. Though she has been known to lavish coin and favour on those who manage to please her, equally does she heap scorn and recriminations on those who fail her. Samira is undoubted a generous mistress, though she can easily be a cruel one. She is fickle in such inclinations as well, punishing those she rewarded only days before. When those she considers beneath her do not respond to her manipulations and coercions, she does not think twice of using force to compel them to her bidding. Vulnerability is abhorrent to her. She tries her best to never reveal her true feelings about anything to anyone. The only time she ever speaks with genuine emotion is about her first husband, the one that she says died back in Amn. Even then the true story of what happened is one she has only ever divulged once, and that did not end well for either Samira or the man she was foolish enough to tell it to. She still wants to be loved, even after all these years, and all the men she has been with... she needs to be loved. But keeping her true feelings hidden has been growing more difficult as of late. She has become more reclusive over the last few years, keeping unorthodox company, adventurers and treasure hunters, cultists and witches. She feels crushed beneath the vast webs of lies that she has spun, and as the terror that lies underneath it all grows larger and larger, so to has her desperation and her desire to destroy it all and start again. But Samira knows she is quickly running out of fresh starts... ____________________________________________________

_{H I S T O R Y}

Calishite names are an exercise in history. While many foreigners find the extensive names of the region burdensome, for the inhabitants who understand its code, a name you can teach you a person's titles, what clan they belong to, who their parents were, where they were born, and many other things. Consider then the name that Samira bears, and learn from it, as a native Calishite would.

Massatyra-Armalatu Samira yr Sadhara el Hakkam yi Athkatla.

In Calishite names the titles always go first, and are listed from least important to most important. In Calimshan rank and power are of the highest importance, it is a grave offence to skip over the titles of a person when addressing them without appropriate the use of the Annuv, the hand gesture to signify that a title has been left out for the sake of brevity. Thankfully Samira only bears one title, 'Massatyra', the female equivalent to a Massatyr, a low ranked member of the old Calishite nobility. Compounded with the term 'Armalatu' (meaning widow) it designates that her title is derived from her husband, who is now deceased. The closest translation to Common would perhaps be Baroness-Dowager.

Samira is her given name, the one likely chosen by her parents. It speaks of a degree of arrogance and vanity on their parts too, for Samira is term in Alzhedo for a Princess. Clearly whoever named Samira thought highly of her, and believed that she was destined for great things.

The name of one these parents can also be known through Samira's own name, for next there comes the Matronym, the name of Samira's mother, which in this case is 'Sadhara', meaning Desert Rose. Generally speaking, Calishite women take their mother's name as a Matronym, while men take their father's name as a Patronym. This is not always the case, a man might refer to himself as the son of his mother, or a woman as the daughter of her father, if the parent was particularly famous or if the other parent was particularly infamous. Clearly Samira thinks well enough of her mother, or poorly of her father.

The family name comes next, 'Hakkam'. The Hakkam clan are a powerful family of Calishite nobility from Calimport, one that Samira married into almost a decade ago when she first arrived in the city. Prior to that she bore a different family name, Duwabir, a prominent family of human Calishite nobility were exiled during the rule of the Genasi Paschas. Women take the family names of their husbands when they marry. Considering that Samira freely says that the sadly now deceased Pascha Massatyr el Hakkam was not her first husband, she must have married an exiled Duwabir before she ever came to Calimport. Meaning she is a widow twice over before the age of thirty.

Lastly comes 'Athkatla' which tells what city Samira was born in. Athkatla is the capital city of Amn, a country to the north of Calimshan, past Tethyr, but south Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast proper. It is another large wealthy city, the sort of place where one could see a woman like Samira growing up. Indeed it was also where a branch of the Duwabir family was exiled during the reign of the Djinn and their genasi subordinates in Calimshan.

But if you were to chase this thread further, some questions begin to raise themselves. The last of the Duwabir's died decades go in Amn, his line ending with him. Those that remember him recall he did marry a Calishite woman with dark skin and stunning golden hair, but she did not go by the name Samira, she was called Sadhara. Was this Samira's mother? Who then is this other man that Samira claims to have married? And why did she not bear his name when she came to Calimport ten years ago?

Calishite names are an exercise in history. But not all histories are straight forward... or fully revealed.

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