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Kindred: Mission one. The generation is born.
« on: December 12, 2016, 05:17:54 pm »

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Basic game mechanics, rules, and armoury

How health works:
Your starting health is equal to your stamina.
At -2 or lower you receive -1 dice to all rolls
At -4 you receive -2 dice to all rolls
At -5 you receive -3 dice to all rolls
At -6 you receive -4 dice to all rolls
At -7 you become unconscious
At -10 you enter torpor (Permanent unconsciousness where you can only be revived by drinking blood). If aggravated damage (such as fire or silver, or the bite of another vampire) takes you to -10 or lower, you die.
If your head is cut off, you also die.

How leveling up works:
When leveling up, the costs are as follows:
Attributes cost 9 exp per level
Abilities cost 5 exp per level
Disciplines cost 7 exp per level
All these max at 5 for now.

At this stage I am limiting the clans available to the characters to a roughly physical class, roughly social, and roughly intellectual, as otherwise the sheer number of clans will have this game get out of hand very quickly, and because I don't want to implement things like changing forms into animals.

The Masquerade:
Vampires have an accord with each other that none shall breach the masquerade. This means they do not reveal themselves to the mortal world. Breach of the masquerade can result in imprisonment, slavery or death, depending on what the local law is.

Spoiler: Clans (click to show/hide)

Blood pool:
The blood pool, filled with blood points. Each player starts with a blood pool of 10, this must be refilled by feeding on humans. Taking 10 from one human will kill them, and doing so regularly can become dangerous, as one becomes a serial killer (This may breach the masquerade). Only one blood point can be spent per turn.


New vampires will start with three levels to distribute among any of their clan's disciplines.

Spoiler: Disciplines (click to show/hide)

Frenzy:
 In situations where the vampire becomes angry, scared, faces a large threat, is insulted or faces fire (an inherent fear for vampires due to the aggravated damage it deals) a frenzy check occurs. This is a willpower check to determine whether they will go into an uncontrollable state of fight or flight where their actions may not be their own. This will be a composure + resolve check. In addition, blood/feeding frenzies can occur in situations of exposure to an excess of blood.

During frenzy a vampire ignores all negatives to dice rolls that would occur due to low health,
A vampire in frenzy may only use melee attacks
A vampire trying to dominate, presence, dementate or otherwise control the thoughts or actions of a frenzied vampire has +2 difficulty to associated rolls.
A vampire must act accordingly to the kind of frenzy invoked. The character is not in control of their own actions, the 'beast' within is instead in control. This will occur until the stimulus causing the frenzy has been fled from, killed, fed from or removed from the vicinity for a period of time, as appropriate to the sort of frenzy involved.



Social rolls: some examples
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Mental/knowledge rolls: some examples
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Combat:


Spoiler: How damage works: (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Who shoots first? (click to show/hide)





Spoiler: How armour works: (click to show/hide)

The Armoury:

Spoiler: Melee armoury (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Firearms armoury (click to show/hide)
   
Spoiler: Special Ammo (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Armours (click to show/hide)

Other items:

Spoiler: Miscellaneous items (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Vehicles (click to show/hide)

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« Reply #1 on: December 12, 2016, 05:18:11 pm »

As the GM I will at times be intervening as the party's handler, Mirella. Mirella was once a character in Inquisition and was awarded experience at the end of last mission, the same as Trump and Nikolai.

Mirella will only intervene if I require her to do so for some reason. For the most part she will remain uninvolved.

Spoiler: Mirella (click to show/hide)



Current Player Characters


Spoiler: Nikolai Kakashosnof (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Father Gerald (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Morgan Glasshand (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Ash Alpine (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: John "Wesson" Smith (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Arete Zolotas (click to show/hide)

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« Reply #2 on: December 12, 2016, 05:18:50 pm »

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« Reply #3 on: December 12, 2016, 05:19:42 pm »

You are lying in a room, in filthy, torn old clothes covered in dry blood. The room is musty, the once vibrant wallpaper now peeling and tearing from the walls. The interior of the door is covered in scratch marks and blood- some of it fresh.

You wake slowly, as though from the deepest sleep of your life. In fact it was, you were dead for a few minutes there. Perhaps you still are, but you can’t think clearly enough to figure it out because the scent of blood is driving you mad, the desire is creeping into your mind and occupying every thought.

There is no wound from when the vampire drained the human you of every last drop of your blood. There is a trace of the small amount that was trickled down your throat as you lay there dead in your future sire’s arms. The taste, once metallic and unpalatable now seems the sweetest thing you ever tasted.

All you can think about is that blood. You need it. You can smell it. The part of you that senses the pulsing blood within the humans that are the only other creatures to share this room is kicked into overdrive before your eyes even open. As you wake, you see before you the most wonderful of feasts- three humans huddle in the corner. One of them has been scratching at the door. Fresh blood is on her fingers. The smell is driving your need impossibly stronger.

For Trump, one of his secret service mooks from when he was part of the inquisition is looking at him, eyes wide with terror. It is one of the three humans given him in his room.

For Nikolai, the other mook stares at him, knowing its fate is sealed. The two others hide with him in the corner.

Each new neonate is in their own small room with threadbare, blood stained carpet, each with three humans, each with the overwhelming hunger, desperation, need for blood that a new neonate experiences. Never have you hungered this deeply, needed something this much as you need blood now. No willpower rolls can overcome this. You must feed and you can just FEEL the blood coursing through those humans. That small part of your brain that has been pushed to the side for the hunger realises you are no longer one of them. You’re not human anymore.

Several of the humans scream now they see you waking. You hear the faint screams from rooms nearby. If you had your senses about you, you would know this room is one of many in this complex. As it stands, you can’t seem to think straight.

Blood.
You need blood. You need it now.

((Ventrues may ignore feeding requirements for this first feed))
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Re: Kindred: Mission one. The generation is born.
« Reply #4 on: December 12, 2016, 06:18:26 pm »

"Smells.. very nice. Very.. nice. Let.. LET ME TASTE!!" Cesar sits upright and stands from the ground, hunched over very slightly. This hunger, this thirst for blood is far too much for his already fragile sanity to handle and he bares his newly acquired fangs. "Come closer to me.. come CLOSER!". Seeing him approach, the woman clawing at the door began clawing even faster as if she could ever hope to destroy the door with only her nails. Despite this, it just made Cesar hunger more as the sweet crimson ambrosia seeped from her worn down fingernails and tempted him. Viciously pulling her back by her shoulder-length hair, he shoved her left wrist into his mouth and mercilessly bit down, slamming his free hand into her face repeatedly as she tried to escape from his grasp. Eventually she passed out from what must have been the sheer pain of having her hand gnawed off. Cesar finished the hand-appetiser and bit into her neck for the main course.

Looking up from the devastated corpse under him, he noticed a silvery glint in the dark and approached it, the remaining two humans backing away as he did so. A tiny yet regal and commanding voice resounded through his head as he saw what exactly the source of the shine was, a spoon wedged in the floorboards. You aren't like the rest of them, are you Cesar? Even your name is one of royal roots.. I like it. Lift me from this oaken prison and take me with you, Sir Cesar Sterling. Cesar was shocked, albeit pleasantly so. He figured people would only ridicule him even more if they found out he was a murderous cannibal in addition to already being weird and liking pickles and peppermints in his chicken noodle soup. "A friend! A friend! What is your name friend?" Cesar excitedly pulled the spoon from the floorboards and began to converse with it, unaware that he was the only one hearing the voice. I am Count Spoonicus of Silverware, the third of my lineage. Surely you are a noble as well with that name and sheer power? Cesar shook his head at this inquiry as if he was inside of a human centrifuge. Then I annoint you as a knight with the power invested in me by the gods themselves. Finish the other two off, Sir Cesar. Cesar was giddy at this point, hopping up and down and laughing happily. His two remaining victims were even more terrified, not only are they to die by the hand of some kind of a monster, but the monster is also an absolute fucking lunatic.

Cesar turned slowly, holding Count Spoonicus closely to his body in his left hand and snarling at the unlucky couple. "Spoonicus says to kill you, idiots! Idiots, idiots IDIOOOOOOTSSS! Filth-eating maggots, I'll devour your viscera!". The screams only got worse, halting only when an outsider could assume the monster within the chamber finished his meal.

Converse quietly with Spoonicus after finishing my meal.
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« Reply #5 on: December 12, 2016, 06:45:06 pm »

Overwhelmed by the sudden, unexpected, and overpowering hunger, Ash doesn't even hesitate to bound over to the nearest victim and drink her fill.

Drink their blood till they're dry. Edit: I guess we're doing that now.

Ash doesn't hesitate to grab the human and throw him into the wall to stop the struggling. Something tickles the back of Ash's mind, but she pays it no attention, instead sinking fangs into the human and drinking that precious liquid from the trembling creature. The other two only scream louder when she finishes drinking the man dry and turns with wild eyes towards them. The screaming annoys her, she hits one hard in the head and grabs the throat of the other before biting her in the neck and draining her as well. She turns to the last, now unconscious on the floor; and tenderly bites down on the throat. The glorious blood bursts into her mouth, and she gulps it all down until she is forced to suck the last of it into her mouth. Her mind now clearing, she lays back, listening to the world around her.
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« Reply #6 on: December 12, 2016, 07:00:12 pm »

Nikolai jolts awake, eyes - well, not bloodshot, considering his lack of it at the moment, but similarly crazed - wide open, and takes several deep breaths, breathing in the scent of blood. As he spots the humans, he licks his lips and quickly gets up. He rushes towards the woman scratching the door.

Nikolai attacks the human, sinking his fangs into its neck and drains it dry.

Once this one has been drained, he throws aside the corpse, throws back his head and gasps for air. After several seconds of this, he notices the humans cowering in the corner. He licks his lips again, his pupils dilated to pinpricks. He scrambles to his feet, and launches himself at the mook. The mook fights back as hard as he can, but is brutally beaten down by in Nikolai's bloodlust. After the mook was rendered unconscious by the barrage of fists, Nikolai sets to work draining him as well.

Once the mook has been drained. He turns to the third. If he is still thirsty, he will drains them as well. If not, he will leave them alone and try to regain his senses.
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« Reply #7 on: December 12, 2016, 07:52:50 pm »

Trump stares into the wide eyes of the mook, failing to notice the screams of the woman beside him.  Vaugely, a distant part of him recognizes the face, remembering turning and seeing that very same face wearing the very same expression of confusion and fear.  A slight spattering of blood, and a knife coated in the same substance.  Trump's mouth salivates at the memory as he stares at the cowering man.  He creeps closer to the familiar face, mouth opening wider, preparing to redecorate it to match his memories--then a fist slams into his quivering jowls from the side.

Trump screeches in rage, reeling away for a moment, glancing at the person who hit him.  The brown man.  Unlike the other two, his eyes were filled with hatred, not fear.  Illegal.  Before he could conciously process his movements, the man was below him, trying to scream without a throat, and desperately trying to hit the orange monster tearing him to pieces.  Trump hardly noticed the blows, slowly digging deeper inside the man, trying to find the blood at the source, like he always did with wealth.  Eventually, the man stopped moving, but the heavenly substance within him still flowed, so Trump dug further, breaking through a gateway of bone to try and get closer.  Finally, Trump could reach, and he ripped the illegal's heart free from his body, feasting upon the classiest meal he had ever tasted.

A classy meal requires classy accompaniment, though.  Halfway through his bloody dining, a distant part of his mind registered the lack of such music--and in fact the exact opposite.  A shrill, unending scream, utterly frustrating, like a woman who didn't appreciate his tremendous respect.  He turned to look at the source.  A tiny little woman, who only screamed louder under his gaze.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed, lunging across the room at her.  She failed to comply; he decided to devour her face, which did little to silence her discordant din.  Frustrated from the tiny amount of blood be be found in her skull's thin covering, he resported to simply smashing his way inside.  This yielded somewhat more success, at least quieting the ugly little thing, but little in the way of blood, and too much disgusting pinkness.

He shifted downward, starting to more carefully tear pieces away from the corpse, ripping fat and muscle away to get at the arteries beneath.  His mind was clearer now, at least able to recognize the need for efficiency in harvesting the body's blood.  He smashed bones, using one as a tool to more effectively rip and tear the flesh, and in short order the body was no longer recognizably female--or even human, frankly.

Trump rose from the gore, turning to survey the room once more.  Disgust crossed his face as he examined his slobby surroundings; he was the President!  Then, his eyes fell upon the mook once more, now in the far corner.  A surge of hunger returned, and he visualized the face with blood spattered over it again--but this time he remembered more.  The corpse below him, Tangorn the traitor.  That face, that man, he had saved Trump.

Trump crept closer unconsciously, staring at the man.  He could feel their heartbeat, calling to him, asking to be released.  The hunger demanded it.  He could imagine the delicious flesh splitting beneath his fangs.  The taste of the--no.  Not this one.  Trump turned back to his first kill, the brown one, where there was still whole flesh, ready to be consumed.  That was fine, that one wasn't loyal.  He dove back upon his first meal, rending and ripping with relish.

Even after that one was finished, he would refuse to kill the loyal mook.

((Sialia rolled for that in IRC, Trump resisted attacking the mook.))

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« Reply #8 on: December 13, 2016, 12:44:01 am »

For a moment, Morgan focuses her whole mind on wondering just what was going on he- Just a moment. The poor, abused resource management part of her brain quickly allocates a full third of her processing power on considering Hunger. Then half. Then seven eighths. Somewhere on the tip of that remaining slice of mind-pie balances the obvious, helpful, pertinent question; nobody bothers to speak it. How odd.
While what's left of rational thought wrestle over the thousand responsible responses to this sort of situation, that Hunger gets right to work on one of the infinite responsible reponses. Isn't supernatural nature lovely? I didn't even know humans had that much fluid in them! Who knows, maybe they don't; magic is pretty bullshit after all. Bloody thing, always fucking with minds and giving the finger to thermodynamics, it would really not be out of character for it to stick more liquid in a container than said container could possibly hold.
Uh, right, back to the blood. And the screaming, oh my.
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« Reply #9 on: December 13, 2016, 06:04:04 am »

As Father Gerald:

I was born again... not by water and spirit, but by blood. Not into the Kingdom of a dead god, but into the lingering night and unlife everlasting.

Called back into the pulse of life. Three souls writhing before me. Warm. Wet. Full of energy. I ravish the first one. She claws at my arms and back as I lower myself unto her. I feed, drawing life from the fountain. It was as if I was standing upon the top of a mountain, overlooking a valley of dry bones. Then I was on fire. Rain fell from heaven unto the dry parched land wherein my flesh longs and thirsts. And in that moment I was in the hidden place of God. It was like a vision of his glory and power unveiled. The blood flowed forth, sweeter than life itself. My lips worshiped the vessel with a joy profound and delightful beyond measure. It seeped into my bones and nourished my very marrows. The light before me, undimmed, became me. The Holy Grail and the King were one. I drank from the cup, to its fullness, to its very last dregs. I wrung out the very last drops, and drank the wine that is red...

And then I wanted more.

The other two offerings were huddled wide-eyed in a corner. Wild, feisty, but throbbing with the human emotions of panic. All natural emotions of course. But I would have this divine moment sanctified.

"Come unto me, my children." I embraced their bleating consciousnesses with my own mind, overshadowing them with the power of the almighty. "Let us draw water out of the wells of salvation." Placing my hands on their crowns in benediction I declare with divine will, "I forgive all your iniquities and heal all your disease. Now being free from sin, be ye servants unto God and have fruit unto holiness, joining into the everlasting life."

And then I slew them. I feasted and reveled in my new Godhood. Yet something was missing inside of me. It was as the Lord God said: My servants shall eat, but be hungry; my servants shall drink, but be thirsty; behold, my servants shall rejoice, but shall be ashamed. I was gnawed from the inside by the worm of guilt. I was lashed by the fires of conscience. Yet I was resigned... to this requiem of endless temptation, of desires rich as ash and false as peace. I will try vanity and pleasure, holiness and debauchery, and every blend of force from heaven and hell. And in that experience will I know myself and realize the fullness of God.
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« Reply #10 on: December 13, 2016, 04:36:31 pm »

Smith blearily starts to pick himself up from this threadbare carpet and crouches down on all fours as though he were a wolf spotting prey; right as on of the men kicks him sideways in the chest sending him rolling along the threadbare carpet. The man following up on this advantage the man tries to stomp Smiths head. Angered now, Smith grabs the foot and bats it out of the way, knocking his assailant off balance and sending him to the ground. He lands heavily and smith partially arisen lunges onto him. Smith slams his fist into the mans face, and he goes down. Back when he was human Smith would have just stopped there, but the hunger is too much. He grabs the man head in his and slams the mans head into the floor twice, howling with glee when the mans head cracks open like egg and blood and brains spill out. Smith Eagerly wrenches the mans neck around and begins to feast greedily thrusting his fingers into the head and devouring the brains before stomping open the ribcage and devouring the blood rich organ within, as the other two humans watch horrified. The other two humans finally snap they realize that they are going to die and decide to go down fighting.  They both hurl themselves at them. Smith his hunger now reduced to a dull roar in his ears easily dodges them, a fact that surprises both him and his opponents. He lazily throws a punch into the womens head and as his fist slams through her skull the hunger comes back in at full force. He dodges the other assailiant moving faster any human could possibly move  before diving at him and sinking his fanges into his neck, sucking greedily smith watches as the man goes pale and collapses. Finishing this meal Smith sucks the other corpses dry of blood before staring around at the carnage and muttering to himself. Hoss, what the hell did I get myself into to.
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« Reply #11 on: December 13, 2016, 05:21:11 pm »

Mirella strides into the corridor. There are 12 doors off into the individual rooms. The smell of rot seeps from the carpet as the decaying blood clinging to it could never be cleaned. She takes out a key, unlocks the first door on her left. Inside, pieces of what may once have been three humans lay strewn about the floor. An unnamed fledgling sits in the corner, wide eyed, rocking back and fourth. Mirella strides up to him, and can see his aura mixing between fear and hopelessness, his mind is shattered. He will not recover, and if he did, he would not be useful as a neonate. She smiles in a motherly fashion to him.

‘It’s ok now, childe. You shall be set free now.’

She pulls a pistol, holds it to the whimpering fledgling’s forehead. He doesn’t move, just looks at her with fear. Mirella pulls the trigger, releasing the fledgling from his torment.

Mirella will open each door in succession. The next one has a whimpering and hopeless fledgling. She euthanizes it in a similar manner to the first, always smiling at them. She is a mother to these fledglings. The next that she enters is Cesar’s room. She strides in, crouching and smiling at him.

‘Cesar, it’s good to have you here. I hope you and Count Spoonicus are not too uncomfortable. Would you both like a shower and some clean clothes?’ Her motherly persona shone, comforting, warm. She saw in his aura a fledgling Malkavian she could raise to good use as the Prince has ordered her. Were he to accept, she would lead him out, down the corridor and to a lounge. It’s basic, but clean, unlike the rooms the fledglings woke in. There is a shower block at one end and a kitchen at the other. The carpet is old but intact. The walls are painted a basic cream, and are clean. There are no windows, and the only exit door is locked. Mirella will repeat this action for each fledgling.

She moves to Trump.
‘You were human, weak, but now you have ascended, above all humans.’ She will offer him a shower and clean clothes. The mook will be locked back in the room. Should he argue, Mirella will explain.
‘He is weak, a mere human. Mortals die, we never will. We are above them. He saved your life, so he will live because he is of importance to you, but out amongst the others he would be in danger. All the fledglings here must feed and cannot yet control it.’

It is Ash’s turn.
‘Ash, it must be hard to get used to the other voices in your head. You need time to get to know them. Come and get cleaned up, dress in fresh clothes, and you can talk with them.’ Mirella smiles at Ash. She leads her to the lounge and provides her with her set of clean clothes.

Mirella unlocks the next door. The fledgling there dies quietly, of no use to the Prince.

She moves to the next door. She quietly helps Smith to his feet.
‘You are better than human now. You are fast and strong. You will live forever. That doesn’t mean you can’t be a gentleman.’ She smiles and leads him to the lounge offering him clothes.

Mirella enters Morgan’s room. This one doesn’t have a shattered psyche either.
‘Morgan, you are welcome here. You will always have food and clothing. Come, and lets get you cleaned up.’

Mirella moves to Father Gerald
‘The hand and voice of God has never been so powerful. You now have the means to achieve the will of the most powerful. To being forgiveness to all those sinners otherwise doomed to hell.’ Her motherly smile is ever present. She helps him to the showers.

Mirella enters Nikolai’s room.
‘It is good to see you well, my friend.’
She steps forward toward him. ‘Lets get you cleaned up. I have you fresh clothes.’
Mirella leads him to shower and dress.

The rest of the fledglings are killed. Their minds shattered by the possibility of what they had done to others or driven mad by the existence of what they are, they could not have been saved.

The lounge is warm and inviting. Mirella seats herself in an armchair. She will offer explanations once everyone is cleaned up.
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« Reply #12 on: December 13, 2016, 05:31:36 pm »

"Spoonicus.. should we trust her? She could be an assassin here to end you!" Cesar whispered to Spoonicus. That is always a possibility, but we can't let it hinder our progress Sir Cesar. Trust her for now, but keep close watch. Cesar nodded slowly and understood what Spoonicus meant. He then looked himself over quickly, noting his blood-soaked rags. "Can't walk around like this or the normal people will know I'm different, that's never worked out well." Cesar remarked, thinking of times in his childhood where he was bullied and harassed for his odd behavior by peers and superiors alike. Reaching the conclusion that these would be the only people to possibly tolerate him, he knew he couldn't afford to say no.

Get clean, change into fresh clothes and await explanations while chatting with Spoonicus.
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« Reply #13 on: December 13, 2016, 05:59:30 pm »

Morgan simply follows this person, not speaking a word. She still thinks, perhaps, that she can find some way out of this, and go back to that life that she was looking forward to living.

Someone apparently drained all my blood out. This does not seem like an experience that I'd forget. Who killed me?
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« Reply #14 on: December 13, 2016, 06:19:19 pm »

When Mirella enters, Nikolai snaps his head in her direction and immediately takes a defensive stance. After a few seconds he feels a feeling of recognition, lowers his guard, and steps closer. He still doesn't quite know who she is, but he knows that he knows her somehow. The adrenaline from his feeding frenzy has worn off, and his mind is still cloudy.

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Mirella enters Nikolai’s room.
‘It is good to see you well, my friend.’
She steps forward toward him. ‘Lets get you cleaned up. I have you fresh clothes.’
Mirella leads him to shower and dress.

He nods feebly at her, still not lucid enough to respond coherently. He lets her lead him to the showers, where he stands there for the first five minutes letting the water splash over his face, not even removing his filthy clothes. After this, he regains some semblance if his former self, and he showers and dresses in the clothes she set out. He goes to the room where Mirella is waiting. He takes a seat, and begins to process what is going on.
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