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𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 "𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍" 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 - 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 - 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝙿𝚁. 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 '𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚍' 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡.

"𝙸.. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛."

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳

This is too niche to run, I wrote it while shopping for designer clothing.

It's also close to the holidays and I'm a responsible GM, I can't host a RP that players will flake.

Burn Notice Style rp

Tentative, Monarch 101 is taking tf off so I might not have time but I like burn notice.

Death of the genre

I'm excited for the summer when RP will return along with new GMs, players and ideas.

I too just got the dreaded "silly 1st post on" about my avatar I feel obligated to March forward holding hands with affects parties into introduction threads to protect the innocent and attack the cold callers of this forum.

Profile pic complimenters consider yourself on a red notice.

Death of the genre

Yeah really good point silly, unfortunately the only community that has historically survived on the guild is The Recollections Universe. I really wish the mixtape ghost note would weigh on how the does it so GMs of today can learn and adapt their RPs because most will just drop dead especially after new years the cracks appear.

Death of the genre

The golden age of the guild is over, we're in our mad max era where RPs are scarce like water. GMs are ruthless warlords and everyone is fighting for scraps and there is not enough to go around.

When it comes to keeping it alive, hold the line and keep posting. Never flake or give up as a GM or player, roleplay cliques die with complacency and history repeats itself.

Shadows Over Alaska - Werewolf: The Apocalypse

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♫~𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛
𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎
𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎?~♫
𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙, 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 - 𝚗𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 - 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

"𝙼𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚙𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙'𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. "𝙸𝚝'𝚜.. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞!" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚢𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝟺 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝙵𝚘𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝟷𝟷𝟷 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚢𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝟻 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝟸𝟿 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶 𝚍𝚊𝚢 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚍, 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛, 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 - 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚜!

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍-𝚋𝚢𝚎 (𝚌𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚜) 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜.




"𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚠𝚍...!"
𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 '𝚋𝚊𝚍' 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚝-𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 (𝙰𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢), 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚋 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚠𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚢𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙻𝚒-𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜.

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜.. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝!" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 - 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝙾𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚑 - 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚑."

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟶𝟷

Edgar Schmitt

Soldier - Fortress - Remorseful
"I didn't know, alright? How would I of known?"

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟶𝟷

Wow. How are you changing the text font like that?

Oh, I see. The entire text is unicode.

@Einherjar 906

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