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Shadows Over Alaska - Werewolf: The Apocalypse

"Watch how close you get to that fire cub, linger too close and you'll singe your fur." -Unknown Mentor

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍."

𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗. 𝙰 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. "𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 - 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚜. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 - 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍. "𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. "𝙷-.. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚖 𝙸? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢." 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚞𝚖.. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 - 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐- 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎."



"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?"

𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎.

@Ol Judgeent@hanzo

Sanguine Frontier | A western Gothic Vampire RP |

Rotate me in.

Death of the genre

<Snipped quote by Silly>

This is (relative in Internet terms) a long standing community, with equally long standing members comprising it; if we go back to the old vBulletin forum that was once the Guild, there's close to/over two decades that have lead it to where it is now.

Inevitably, a place that's been around a while, playing host to people that have been around a while will see the development of groups that are more tight-knit than the average one-off RP cast: people who have been in multiple RPs together, people that have migrated as collectives from one site to the next for whatever reasons, people who have established a sort of lore between their OCs or have collaborated extensively in the past. This is the territory wherein cliques start to lean into exclusionary behavior, I think moreso than people coming together for an RP of common interest.

Wanting to maintain the effiency and consistency of the creative group is one thing. But then, maybe don't open it for the RPing public? Or if if the intent is hold a higher level of skill as a standard, set up shop in the Advanced section wherein the talent sought is more likely to come around.

My personal experiences with cliques in RPing have been situations wherein a few people with history together seemed to relegate those not of the in-group to background noise, and their characters being kneecapped into irrelevance either from conception or through the collaboration and plotting; GMs at the core of it. Fundamentally a GM should bd able and willing to account for players and characters outside of the clique, especially in RPs not driven by an official central plot. When you try to iron out character relations with the GM and their adjacent circle and get told to instead work with the other newcomers... that is kind of a red flag; "you can play near us, but not with us." In essence, a clique within an RP.

This was in the Casual RP section.

If I were in any position to GM, I might well have taken a stab at running my own RP.

@Little Bird

Wow amazing post dude.

.....So....Hi...

Saw this in the discord, tapping in.

Salutations

You like Ham?

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."