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Very Sad News Indeed.
As most of you are probably already aware, our dear / beloved brother Stylish has departed from this world, I don't intend on making the post too long, but there are a few things that I wish to talk about, firstly, in terms of how I met Stylish, we were both active players here at VKs, I was serving the VK Clan during that time and he was also serving another clan, we both enjoyed spending time with eachother and enjoyed involving ourselves with the different kinds of fun here at VKs, based upon the enjoyment, we both decided to become friends.. After a while, Stylish left the clan he was serving and founded KF Clan.
I wished to join the KF clan however my skills were very poor during that time, and much respect to Stylish since no one else could have helped me to grow as a player and become as good as I am today at DM in the way that he did, after this he kindly took me on as a KFt member. And he never stopped supporting me no matter even when I reached the point of becoming a full KF member and beyond that point.
And, Stylish was honestly the one guy who always supported me even when the rest of the clan looked down on me, I really never met a person like him.. Much love and respect to him for that..
Unfortunately, he developed a brain tumor in early 2017 which is why he went inactive for quite a long period of time, However, he returned after a few months with the news that his surgery was successful Alhamdulillah, however, in 2018 time, the tumor returned and another surgery was required, unfortunately after this surgery, he developed an infection in his brain which turned into final stage cancer, everyone was shocked upon hearing this news, however, Stylish is one unique guy that can never be forgotten, despite suffering in such a severe way from such a dangerous situation, he never felt down, he always kept his hopes high and he kept his sense of humour with us, he used to talk to us and have fun with us as if there was nothing wrong with him, absolutely lots of love and respect for the guy, this brings me nicely onto my next point of him without a doubt being the most strongest person ever (mentally) I honestly never met anyone as such, even when things became extremely difficult for him and doctors were saying chances of treatment is very low, he never gave up, and remained patient. He kept fighting until the very end which is what makes him a true legend.
Rest in peace my dear brother Stylish, you'll honestly never be forgotten, you'll always have a very special place in my heart especially, much love and respect for you brother,
May Allah grant you the highest ranks possible of Jannat Al Firdous, Ameen.
Also, based upon my conversation with Stylish within his final few weeks, I can confirm that he had a clean heart as usual, yeah shits happened ingame, stylish encountered much hate and abuse from many players, but he always kept a clean heart, he had no grudges held against anyone, so I would also request everyone else who may have had something against stylish to do the same.
Love you Stylish brother, you'll forever be in our hearts,
I wished to join the KF clan however my skills were very poor during that time, and much respect to Stylish since no one else could have helped me to grow as a player and become as good as I am today at DM in the way that he did, after this he kindly took me on as a KFt member. And he never stopped supporting me no matter even when I reached the point of becoming a full KF member and beyond that point.
And, Stylish was honestly the one guy who always supported me even when the rest of the clan looked down on me, I really never met a person like him.. Much love and respect to him for that..
Unfortunately, he developed a brain tumor in early 2017 which is why he went inactive for quite a long period of time, However, he returned after a few months with the news that his surgery was successful Alhamdulillah, however, in 2018 time, the tumor returned and another surgery was required, unfortunately after this surgery, he developed an infection in his brain which turned into final stage cancer, everyone was shocked upon hearing this news, however, Stylish is one unique guy that can never be forgotten, despite suffering in such a severe way from such a dangerous situation, he never felt down, he always kept his hopes high and he kept his sense of humour with us, he used to talk to us and have fun with us as if there was nothing wrong with him, absolutely lots of love and respect for the guy, this brings me nicely onto my next point of him without a doubt being the most strongest person ever (mentally) I honestly never met anyone as such, even when things became extremely difficult for him and doctors were saying chances of treatment is very low, he never gave up, and remained patient. He kept fighting until the very end which is what makes him a true legend.
Rest in peace my dear brother Stylish, you'll honestly never be forgotten, you'll always have a very special place in my heart especially, much love and respect for you brother,
May Allah grant you the highest ranks possible of Jannat Al Firdous, Ameen.
Also, based upon my conversation with Stylish within his final few weeks, I can confirm that he had a clean heart as usual, yeah shits happened ingame, stylish encountered much hate and abuse from many players, but he always kept a clean heart, he had no grudges held against anyone, so I would also request everyone else who may have had something against stylish to do the same.
Love you Stylish brother, you'll forever be in our hearts,
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Ameen, Allah grant him in Jannah. Feels sad to hear mam? You both are real brothers or couzins? and when he died today? time
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Force wrote:Ameen, Allah grant him in Jannah. Feels sad to hear mam? You both are real brothers or couzins? and when he died today? time
We were clanmates however we were quite close in terms of our relationship, we bonded very well over the time of 5-6 years..
He passed away a few hours ago, I don't know the exact time since I got to know from a post his elder brother made on fb.
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link please=KF=Thunder^ wrote:Force wrote:Ameen, Allah grant him in Jannah. Feels sad to hear mam? You both are real brothers or couzins? and when he died today? time
We were clanmates however we were quite close in terms of our relationship, we bonded very well over the time of 5-6 years..
He passed away a few hours ago, I don't know the exact time since I got to know from a post his elder brother made on fb.
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I pray to Allah to forgive him anything that happened whether it was big or small and inhabited Highest ranks of Jannat Al Firdous, Ameen Sad i hope all of you pray for him too and clean our hearts so his soul can rest in peace.
Actually, he was one of my best friends. to be honest, he is my first friend ever in VC-MP. all hated me but he was the only guy who still talking to me. i really feel so sad about him
Actually, he was one of my best friends. to be honest, he is my first friend ever in VC-MP. all hated me but he was the only guy who still talking to me. i really feel so sad about him
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Amen, Allah grant him in Jannah
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May Allah Highest Place Him In The Jannah May Mighty God Bless His Soul And Hope He Will Live Happily In Jannah And He Will Live In Our Hearts .
Ameen Suma meen...
Ameen Suma meen...
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Well,it's sad to hear he'll be always remembered as one of the best vcmp player here and fights and shits do happens that doesn't mean we hate each other lots of love for stylish and may Allah grant him high place in jannat, indeed it's a sad day
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why? didn't you tell me? that he has cancer? I, I was his biggest fan :'( :'( F*ck you thunder
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Ameen.
May Allah bless his soul with the best place in Jannat-ul-Firdous.
I have had tough times within in past, but never hated him in mean he also has been my friend for some time again something happens, When I heard of his cancer thing I was much shocked and I used to pray for his getting well and had the intention to again play with him as a friend, because atm I was 100% sure he will get a relief and will be back to life.
Respect for you brother Farhan.
May Allah bless his soul with the best place in Jannat-ul-Firdous.
I have had tough times within in past, but never hated him in mean he also has been my friend for some time again something happens, When I heard of his cancer thing I was much shocked and I used to pray for his getting well and had the intention to again play with him as a friend, because atm I was 100% sure he will get a relief and will be back to life.
Respect for you brother Farhan.
Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
What do you mean by that you first met him on VKs if you were classmates?
Either way RIP.
Either way RIP.
Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
Very saaaaaad
I was biggest fan of stylish for his skills.
May his soul rest in Jannah and peace.
Ameen.
Lub u stylish <3.
You will always remain as a best brother in My Heart.
I was biggest fan of stylish for his skills.
May his soul rest in Jannah and peace.
Ameen.
Lub u stylish <3.
You will always remain as a best brother in My Heart.
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My sincere sympathy to you and your family RIP.
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Rest in peace Brother, you will always be remembered as a positive and funny guy, who tried to make the most of every opportunity, truly a vcmp legend and an outstanding leader of KF clan. Farhan, you'll never be forgotten and will have a place in our hearts no matter what.
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he said clan mates not class mates.Chuck Norris wrote:What do you mean by that you first met him on VKs if you were classmates?
Either way RIP.
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I request all to remember him in your prayers.
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HaseeB^ wrote:Ameen.
May Allah bless his soul with the best place in Jannat-ul-Firdous.
I have had tough times within in past, but never hated him in mean he also has been my friend for some time again something happens, When I heard of his cancer thing I was much shocked and I used to pray for his getting well and had the intention to again play with him as a friend, because atm I was 100% sure he will get a relief and will be back to life.
Respect for you brother Farhan.
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[KM]Helathien wrote:May Allah forgive his sins and grant him jannat.
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May his Soul Rest in Piece. You will always live in our hearts.
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Chuck Norris wrote:What do you mean by that you first met him on VKs if you were classmates?
Either way RIP.
We weren't class mates, we were just friends from the same game who bonded alot throughout 5-6 years..
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May Allah grant him the highest ranks of Jannat Al Firdous, Ameen.
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I prayed for him in the other topic..this topic i will tell u all how he was...He was a very good guy as u can tell that the whole server was praying for him...i dont know much about him..i met him in 2016..he used to give people money for free when asked...he was also forgiving..i once abused him badly in 2016 and he forgived instead of reporting..we will never have such a forgiving person again in the server..
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May allah grant him highest places in jannat el Firdous
Ameen ill miss u StyLish
Ameen ill miss u StyLish
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Well, if, Allah wants to take someone none can stop him. It's of course right that stylish was having such a nice heart. Cos, I used to be a friend of KF, but after such clan issues we had to become enemy. While being friends he used to be nice with me. Also, i had tested his attitude when i was his enemy with another nick. He was actually being nice. Even tho he is my enemy but i had no bad things on my heart for him either. Hope his all sins get forgiven and give him Jannat.
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May His soul rest In peace I AM seriously too sad Inshallah He will be in heaven
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Halo wrote:May Allah grant him the highest ranks of Jannat Al Firdous, Ameen.
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Ameen RIP Stylish.
He was one of the Best HeadShooter in Vks server i'll never forget him.
He was one of the Best HeadShooter in Vks server i'll never forget him.
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Killer_King wrote:I am requesting you all that forgive him and always remember him in your prayers. May his soul Rest in Peace and ALLAH grant him in a highest rank un Jannat ul Firdous.
AMEEN.
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H. wrote:why? didn't you tell me? that he has cancer? I, I was his biggest fan :'( :'( F*ck you thunder
You was the biggest fan???
I am still the biggest Fan of =KF=StyLish^.
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Rest In Peace Brother , I Didnt Saw Him In-Game But I Knew From All That He Is A Very Good Guy .I Hope Allah Grant Him Jannat Al Firdous And His Soul Rip , Ameen
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I feel kind of disappointed from hearing these news. I was a good chap from the inside, and cared for every one of his clan member, mostly, T-pleb, as they were real good classmates. Like T-pleb described him, he didn't hold any grudge from anyone who abused him in-game regardless of how severe the abuse was. I'd like to send a letter to his home for his family members to demonstrate how much I cared for him, however, I can't because he passed away...
Que el padre estare contigo, may the Father's be with you and Allah. Amen.
Que el padre estare contigo, may the Father's be with you and Allah. Amen.
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R.I.P Stylish brother.
May Allah give him the highest rank in Janat.
Ameen
May Allah give him the highest rank in Janat.
Ameen
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Sad new RIP
May Allah give him the highest rank in Janat.
BTW HI ALL
May Allah give him the highest rank in Janat.
BTW HI ALL
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Beside this virtual world Stylish was a good person, may Allah forgive him and grant him heaven, ameen.
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He wasn’t always the nicest person in game, but I can tell he always had a good heart and was a great person. He was a courageous and brave fighter which we’ve seen as he fought his sickness till his last breath and often ingame we saw that he would not back away from fights even if he was outnumbered. We often aren’t the same person on the internet as we’re in real life and I can say this with experience because I feel I’m a lot more mature and calm on the internet than compared to real life as I have anger management issues sometimes. It really is a sad feeling to see a person you know and have played with from years to leave the world. I didn’t know him personally nor had met him in real life, but I think this shows that no matter how personal a bond is, we always have sympathy for humanity. He has left us at a very young age, but we have to accept it because it’s Allah’s choice and he always takes actions for the better. It’s still hard for me to believe that he’s no longer with us, but it is a fact we have to accept because life is just a test, full of challenges and struggles we have to overcome and our performance here determines our faith in the after life. I feel a heavy burden upon myself because I was one of the people who had always pressured him here and now that I think about that then I feel ashamed to have troubled a person in a place which was his only entertainment that let him forget his struggle and a place he came to spend time with his friends and have fun. It may seem as this is just a gaming community that didn’t mean anything to him, but I believe it is these little things that help motivate and satisfy a person who is going through severe struggles in life. Gladly, I had sorted the issue out with him during forgiveness day, the day I forgived him, now I hope his soul forgives me for any action which was too harsh and/or impacted him negatively. Also I hope Allah forgives him for his sins and grants him a high rank in Jannat. No doubt Allah is the most merciful.
Ameen.
Ameen.
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Ameen.ЧК. wrote:He wasn’t always the nicest person in game, but I can tell he always had a good heart and was a great person. He was a courageous and brave fighter which we’ve seen as he fought his sickness till his last breath and often ingame we saw that he would not back away from fights even if he was outnumbered. We often aren’t the same person on the internet as we’re in real life and I can say this with experience because I feel I’m a lot more mature and calm on the internet than compared to real life as I have anger management issues sometimes. It really is a sad feeling to see a person you know and have played with from years to leave the world. I didn’t know him personally nor had met him in real life, but I think this shows that no matter how personal a bond is, we always have sympathy for humanity. He has left us at a very young age, but we have to accept it because it’s Allah’s choice and he always takes actions for the better. It’s still hard for me to believe that he’s no longer with us, but it is a fact we have to accept because life is just a test, full of challenges and struggles we have to overcome and our performance here determines our faith in the after life. I feel a heavy burden upon myself because I was one of the people who had always pressured him here and now that I think about that then I feel ashamed to have troubled a person in a place which was his only entertainment that let him forget his struggle and a place he came to spend time with his friends and have fun. It may seem as this is just a gaming community that didn’t mean anything to him, but I believe it is these little things that help motivate and satisfy a person who is going through severe struggles in life. Gladly, I had sorted the issue out with him during forgiveness day, the day I forgived him, now I hope his soul forgives me for any action which was too harsh and/or impacted him negatively. Also I hope Allah forgives him for his sins and grants him a high rank in Jannat. No doubt Allah is the most merciful.
Ameen.
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Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
Guys really i'am sorry
After all the losses there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier if you didn't think of them as people at all. Indeed, our senses of humour became warped and darkly macabre. We laughed at their silly expressions and gave them rude names. We made up lines for them to say as we tossed them into the mass grave with the others. We stole from them without guilt. They were grey tinged regardless of race, blue lipped with blank stares. Our approach was irreverent, but it kept us sane. There is only so much horror you can take in and understand, after that your mind will snap. So we joke. Anyone who doesn't like it gets given the shovels and the rest of us walk away. No humour no helping, the curmudgeons soon come round to our way of thinking when there's people parts to dispose of.
They are cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. We dig the graves and pray their spirits are well received in the after life. Their limbs are soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. We make a cross with daisies over each torso and blow them a kiss for the journey. Then with heavy hearts we take our spades and begin to cover them in the black earth.
They lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. These bodies, once the repositories of people as alive as I am, are now abandoned shells left to rot in the open. Who will bury them and weep salty tears onto their grave? Who will send them away with a love song and kiss the breeze that carries them heaven-bound? Likely no-one at all. Some will be consumed by the wildlife and others simply decay, slowly giving up their flesh to the soil and showing their white bones to the sun.
Cruel though it sounds, once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The soul has moved on and we living are left with the task of burial, though with the massive numbers we face it is more akin to disposal. Their limbs, long passed the stage of rigor mortis, loll against one another in the pits. Their greyed flesh is often torn in the process of being moved and their eyes stare at a sky they'll never see. We'd pray for the departed, but all of our energy is spent of the living. Should we find time to get to our knees it will be to plant new crops or clean dirty floors; otherwise it's simply the final stage of exhaustion before we surrender to the necessity of sleep.
The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. The old farmer and his family were never on vacation as the neighbours claimed, they were right there, sitting on the couch. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The officers backed out to vomit on the grass, doubled over, fighting powerful waves of nausea. It would take a seasoned forensic coroner to get any closer.
rotting, decaying, dead, pallid, icy skin, ebony flesh, pale, grisly, tragic, lifeless, soulless, milky eyes staring blankly, bloody, silent, cruel, cold fingers forever trapped into a defensive fist, dead, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds, heart-wrenching, departed, stiff, bloodless, breathless, cadaverous, haggard, ghastly, defunct
The sour stench of feces radiated from the boat, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. A young boy, flung on an upturn bucket, gradually opens his eyes, he feels the prickle of a fly as it lands on his leg. Swat! The fly gives a sickening crunch and twitches against the boys leg. He makes no attempt to clear the mess for fear he may keel over in the process. The swatting motion should have killed him but he needed to cling on to the shred of human dignity he had left. 'death by fly,' he grimaces, 'what a great heading for my gravestone.'
I had never really liked dead people - their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me forever. Not that I didn't respect them, I just sort of preferred them inside a sealed coffin under the ground, never to come back up again. Yup. I had no problem with corpses as long as they were nowhere near me.
So I guess you can imagine my utter disgust and terror when I wake up one morning sharing my bed with one of the dudes. I had screamed, it was my first instinct. I screamed so hard my throat went dry almost immediately but I didn't stop. I leaped right out from under those covers and halfway across the room, probably looking like an idiot as I flailed my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as I could between me and that cold body.
I didn't stop screaming, I kept that up until my roommate came and whacked his fist against the door. When I didn't shut up, he nearly knocked it right off its hinges stomping in.
His face was a storm of rage and contempt as he bellowed right in my face. I couldn't hear his curses, I was still screaming in horror.
He followed my eyes, which were glued to the bed, and snapped his head to the body. His expression changed first into confusion, but his eyes start to widen as he realized what he was staring at.
He screamed too, and now I couldn't hear anything but my heart drumming against my chest and our mingled cries. He dashed right out if the door, down the hall and out of the apartment. I could still hear him even after he left. I could also hear some really furious neighbors yelling at me through the walls.
I don't really remember much after that, just that suddenly the world started to spin around me and I slipped slowly out of consciousness as the fear took over my head and darkness enveloped my vision.
After all the losses there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier if you didn't think of them as people at all. Indeed, our senses of humour became warped and darkly macabre. We laughed at their silly expressions and gave them rude names. We made up lines for them to say as we tossed them into the mass grave with the others. We stole from them without guilt. They were grey tinged regardless of race, blue lipped with blank stares. Our approach was irreverent, but it kept us sane. There is only so much horror you can take in and understand, after that your mind will snap. So we joke. Anyone who doesn't like it gets given the shovels and the rest of us walk away. No humour no helping, the curmudgeons soon come round to our way of thinking when there's people parts to dispose of.
They are cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. We dig the graves and pray their spirits are well received in the after life. Their limbs are soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. We make a cross with daisies over each torso and blow them a kiss for the journey. Then with heavy hearts we take our spades and begin to cover them in the black earth.
They lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. These bodies, once the repositories of people as alive as I am, are now abandoned shells left to rot in the open. Who will bury them and weep salty tears onto their grave? Who will send them away with a love song and kiss the breeze that carries them heaven-bound? Likely no-one at all. Some will be consumed by the wildlife and others simply decay, slowly giving up their flesh to the soil and showing their white bones to the sun.
Cruel though it sounds, once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The soul has moved on and we living are left with the task of burial, though with the massive numbers we face it is more akin to disposal. Their limbs, long passed the stage of rigor mortis, loll against one another in the pits. Their greyed flesh is often torn in the process of being moved and their eyes stare at a sky they'll never see. We'd pray for the departed, but all of our energy is spent of the living. Should we find time to get to our knees it will be to plant new crops or clean dirty floors; otherwise it's simply the final stage of exhaustion before we surrender to the necessity of sleep.
The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. The old farmer and his family were never on vacation as the neighbours claimed, they were right there, sitting on the couch. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The officers backed out to vomit on the grass, doubled over, fighting powerful waves of nausea. It would take a seasoned forensic coroner to get any closer.
rotting, decaying, dead, pallid, icy skin, ebony flesh, pale, grisly, tragic, lifeless, soulless, milky eyes staring blankly, bloody, silent, cruel, cold fingers forever trapped into a defensive fist, dead, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds, heart-wrenching, departed, stiff, bloodless, breathless, cadaverous, haggard, ghastly, defunct
The sour stench of feces radiated from the boat, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. A young boy, flung on an upturn bucket, gradually opens his eyes, he feels the prickle of a fly as it lands on his leg. Swat! The fly gives a sickening crunch and twitches against the boys leg. He makes no attempt to clear the mess for fear he may keel over in the process. The swatting motion should have killed him but he needed to cling on to the shred of human dignity he had left. 'death by fly,' he grimaces, 'what a great heading for my gravestone.'
I had never really liked dead people - their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me forever. Not that I didn't respect them, I just sort of preferred them inside a sealed coffin under the ground, never to come back up again. Yup. I had no problem with corpses as long as they were nowhere near me.
So I guess you can imagine my utter disgust and terror when I wake up one morning sharing my bed with one of the dudes. I had screamed, it was my first instinct. I screamed so hard my throat went dry almost immediately but I didn't stop. I leaped right out from under those covers and halfway across the room, probably looking like an idiot as I flailed my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as I could between me and that cold body.
I didn't stop screaming, I kept that up until my roommate came and whacked his fist against the door. When I didn't shut up, he nearly knocked it right off its hinges stomping in.
His face was a storm of rage and contempt as he bellowed right in my face. I couldn't hear his curses, I was still screaming in horror.
He followed my eyes, which were glued to the bed, and snapped his head to the body. His expression changed first into confusion, but his eyes start to widen as he realized what he was staring at.
He screamed too, and now I couldn't hear anything but my heart drumming against my chest and our mingled cries. He dashed right out if the door, down the hall and out of the apartment. I could still hear him even after he left. I could also hear some really furious neighbors yelling at me through the walls.
I don't really remember much after that, just that suddenly the world started to spin around me and I slipped slowly out of consciousness as the fear took over my head and darkness enveloped my vision.
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Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
Sir.Sheep wrote:Guys really i'am sorry
After all the losses there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier if you didn't think of them as people at all. Indeed, our senses of humour became warped and darkly macabre. We laughed at their silly expressions and gave them rude names. We made up lines for them to say as we tossed them into the mass grave with the others. We stole from them without guilt. They were grey tinged regardless of race, blue lipped with blank stares. Our approach was irreverent, but it kept us sane. There is only so much horror you can take in and understand, after that your mind will snap. So we joke. Anyone who doesn't like it gets given the shovels and the rest of us walk away. No humour no helping, the curmudgeons soon come round to our way of thinking when there's people parts to dispose of.
They are cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. We dig the graves and pray their spirits are well received in the after life. Their limbs are soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. We make a cross with daisies over each torso and blow them a kiss for the journey. Then with heavy hearts we take our spades and begin to cover them in the black earth.
They lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. These bodies, once the repositories of people as alive as I am, are now abandoned shells left to rot in the open. Who will bury them and weep salty tears onto their grave? Who will send them away with a love song and kiss the breeze that carries them heaven-bound? Likely no-one at all. Some will be consumed by the wildlife and others simply decay, slowly giving up their flesh to the soil and showing their white bones to the sun.
Cruel though it sounds, once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The soul has moved on and we living are left with the task of burial, though with the massive numbers we face it is more akin to disposal. Their limbs, long passed the stage of rigor mortis, loll against one another in the pits. Their greyed flesh is often torn in the process of being moved and their eyes stare at a sky they'll never see. We'd pray for the departed, but all of our energy is spent of the living. Should we find time to get to our knees it will be to plant new crops or clean dirty floors; otherwise it's simply the final stage of exhaustion before we surrender to the necessity of sleep.
The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. The old farmer and his family were never on vacation as the neighbours claimed, they were right there, sitting on the couch. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The officers backed out to vomit on the grass, doubled over, fighting powerful waves of nausea. It would take a seasoned forensic coroner to get any closer.
rotting, decaying, dead, pallid, icy skin, ebony flesh, pale, grisly, tragic, lifeless, soulless, milky eyes staring blankly, bloody, silent, cruel, cold fingers forever trapped into a defensive fist, dead, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds, heart-wrenching, departed, stiff, bloodless, breathless, cadaverous, haggard, ghastly, defunct
The sour stench of feces radiated from the boat, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. A young boy, flung on an upturn bucket, gradually opens his eyes, he feels the prickle of a fly as it lands on his leg. Swat! The fly gives a sickening crunch and twitches against the boys leg. He makes no attempt to clear the mess for fear he may keel over in the process. The swatting motion should have killed him but he needed to cling on to the shred of human dignity he had left. 'death by fly,' he grimaces, 'what a great heading for my gravestone.'
I had never really liked dead people - their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me forever. Not that I didn't respect them, I just sort of preferred them inside a sealed coffin under the ground, never to come back up again. Yup. I had no problem with corpses as long as they were nowhere near me.
So I guess you can imagine my utter disgust and terror when I wake up one morning sharing my bed with one of the dudes. I had screamed, it was my first instinct. I screamed so hard my throat went dry almost immediately but I didn't stop. I leaped right out from under those covers and halfway across the room, probably looking like an idiot as I flailed my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as I could between me and that cold body.
I didn't stop screaming, I kept that up until my roommate came and whacked his fist against the door. When I didn't shut up, he nearly knocked it right off its hinges stomping in.
His face was a storm of rage and contempt as he bellowed right in my face. I couldn't hear his curses, I was still screaming in horror.
He followed my eyes, which were glued to the bed, and snapped his head to the body. His expression changed first into confusion, but his eyes start to widen as he realized what he was staring at.
He screamed too, and now I couldn't hear anything but my heart drumming against my chest and our mingled cries. He dashed right out if the door, down the hall and out of the apartment. I could still hear him even after he left. I could also hear some really furious neighbors yelling at me through the walls.
I don't really remember much after that, just that suddenly the world started to spin around me and I slipped slowly out of consciousness as the fear took over my head and darkness enveloped my vision.
Wtf, how much time you take to write this?? I didn't even read.
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Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
Bro, you're da real one. Nice copying. :VSir.Sheep wrote:Guys really i'am sorry
After all the losses there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier if you didn't think of them as people at all. Indeed, our senses of humour became warped and darkly macabre. We laughed at their silly expressions and gave them rude names. We made up lines for them to say as we tossed them into the mass grave with the others. We stole from them without guilt. They were grey tinged regardless of race, blue lipped with blank stares. Our approach was irreverent, but it kept us sane. There is only so much horror you can take in and understand, after that your mind will snap. So we joke. Anyone who doesn't like it gets given the shovels and the rest of us walk away. No humour no helping, the curmudgeons soon come round to our way of thinking when there's people parts to dispose of.
They are cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. We dig the graves and pray their spirits are well received in the after life. Their limbs are soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. We make a cross with daisies over each torso and blow them a kiss for the journey. Then with heavy hearts we take our spades and begin to cover them in the black earth.
They lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. These bodies, once the repositories of people as alive as I am, are now abandoned shells left to rot in the open. Who will bury them and weep salty tears onto their grave? Who will send them away with a love song and kiss the breeze that carries them heaven-bound? Likely no-one at all. Some will be consumed by the wildlife and others simply decay, slowly giving up their flesh to the soil and showing their white bones to the sun.
Cruel though it sounds, once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The soul has moved on and we living are left with the task of burial, though with the massive numbers we face it is more akin to disposal. Their limbs, long passed the stage of rigor mortis, loll against one another in the pits. Their greyed flesh is often torn in the process of being moved and their eyes stare at a sky they'll never see. We'd pray for the departed, but all of our energy is spent of the living. Should we find time to get to our knees it will be to plant new crops or clean dirty floors; otherwise it's simply the final stage of exhaustion before we surrender to the necessity of sleep.
The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. The old farmer and his family were never on vacation as the neighbours claimed, they were right there, sitting on the couch. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The officers backed out to vomit on the grass, doubled over, fighting powerful waves of nausea. It would take a seasoned forensic coroner to get any closer.
rotting, decaying, dead, pallid, icy skin, ebony flesh, pale, grisly, tragic, lifeless, soulless, milky eyes staring blankly, bloody, silent, cruel, cold fingers forever trapped into a defensive fist, dead, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds, heart-wrenching, departed, stiff, bloodless, breathless, cadaverous, haggard, ghastly, defunct
The sour stench of feces radiated from the boat, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. A young boy, flung on an upturn bucket, gradually opens his eyes, he feels the prickle of a fly as it lands on his leg. Swat! The fly gives a sickening crunch and twitches against the boys leg. He makes no attempt to clear the mess for fear he may keel over in the process. The swatting motion should have killed him but he needed to cling on to the shred of human dignity he had left. 'death by fly,' he grimaces, 'what a great heading for my gravestone.'
I had never really liked dead people - their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me forever. Not that I didn't respect them, I just sort of preferred them inside a sealed coffin under the ground, never to come back up again. Yup. I had no problem with corpses as long as they were nowhere near me.
So I guess you can imagine my utter disgust and terror when I wake up one morning sharing my bed with one of the dudes. I had screamed, it was my first instinct. I screamed so hard my throat went dry almost immediately but I didn't stop. I leaped right out from under those covers and halfway across the room, probably looking like an idiot as I flailed my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as I could between me and that cold body.
I didn't stop screaming, I kept that up until my roommate came and whacked his fist against the door. When I didn't shut up, he nearly knocked it right off its hinges stomping in.
His face was a storm of rage and contempt as he bellowed right in my face. I couldn't hear his curses, I was still screaming in horror.
He followed my eyes, which were glued to the bed, and snapped his head to the body. His expression changed first into confusion, but his eyes start to widen as he realized what he was staring at.
He screamed too, and now I couldn't hear anything but my heart drumming against my chest and our mingled cries. He dashed right out if the door, down the hall and out of the apartment. I could still hear him even after he left. I could also hear some really furious neighbors yelling at me through the walls.
I don't really remember much after that, just that suddenly the world started to spin around me and I slipped slowly out of consciousness as the fear took over my head and darkness enveloped my vision.
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Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
Sir.Sheep wrote:Guys really i'am sorry
After all the losses there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier if you didn't think of them as people at all. Indeed, our senses of humour became warped and darkly macabre. We laughed at their silly expressions and gave them rude names. We made up lines for them to say as we tossed them into the mass grave with the others. We stole from them without guilt. They were grey tinged regardless of race, blue lipped with blank stares. Our approach was irreverent, but it kept us sane. There is only so much horror you can take in and understand, after that your mind will snap. So we joke. Anyone who doesn't like it gets given the shovels and the rest of us walk away. No humour no helping, the curmudgeons soon come round to our way of thinking when there's people parts to dispose of.
They are cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. We dig the graves and pray their spirits are well received in the after life. Their limbs are soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. We make a cross with daisies over each torso and blow them a kiss for the journey. Then with heavy hearts we take our spades and begin to cover them in the black earth.
They lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. These bodies, once the repositories of people as alive as I am, are now abandoned shells left to rot in the open. Who will bury them and weep salty tears onto their grave? Who will send them away with a love song and kiss the breeze that carries them heaven-bound? Likely no-one at all. Some will be consumed by the wildlife and others simply decay, slowly giving up their flesh to the soil and showing their white bones to the sun.
Cruel though it sounds, once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The soul has moved on and we living are left with the task of burial, though with the massive numbers we face it is more akin to disposal. Their limbs, long passed the stage of rigor mortis, loll against one another in the pits. Their greyed flesh is often torn in the process of being moved and their eyes stare at a sky they'll never see. We'd pray for the departed, but all of our energy is spent of the living. Should we find time to get to our knees it will be to plant new crops or clean dirty floors; otherwise it's simply the final stage of exhaustion before we surrender to the necessity of sleep.
The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. The old farmer and his family were never on vacation as the neighbours claimed, they were right there, sitting on the couch. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The officers backed out to vomit on the grass, doubled over, fighting powerful waves of nausea. It would take a seasoned forensic coroner to get any closer.
rotting, decaying, dead, pallid, icy skin, ebony flesh, pale, grisly, tragic, lifeless, soulless, milky eyes staring blankly, bloody, silent, cruel, cold fingers forever trapped into a defensive fist, dead, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds, heart-wrenching, departed, stiff, bloodless, breathless, cadaverous, haggard, ghastly, defunct
The sour stench of feces radiated from the boat, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. A young boy, flung on an upturn bucket, gradually opens his eyes, he feels the prickle of a fly as it lands on his leg. Swat! The fly gives a sickening crunch and twitches against the boys leg. He makes no attempt to clear the mess for fear he may keel over in the process. The swatting motion should have killed him but he needed to cling on to the shred of human dignity he had left. 'death by fly,' he grimaces, 'what a great heading for my gravestone.'
I had never really liked dead people - their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me forever. Not that I didn't respect them, I just sort of preferred them inside a sealed coffin under the ground, never to come back up again. Yup. I had no problem with corpses as long as they were nowhere near me.
So I guess you can imagine my utter disgust and terror when I wake up one morning sharing my bed with one of the dudes. I had screamed, it was my first instinct. I screamed so hard my throat went dry almost immediately but I didn't stop. I leaped right out from under those covers and halfway across the room, probably looking like an idiot as I flailed my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as I could between me and that cold body.
I didn't stop screaming, I kept that up until my roommate came and whacked his fist against the door. When I didn't shut up, he nearly knocked it right off its hinges stomping in.
His face was a storm of rage and contempt as he bellowed right in my face. I couldn't hear his curses, I was still screaming in horror.
He followed my eyes, which were glued to the bed, and snapped his head to the body. His expression changed first into confusion, but his eyes start to widen as he realized what he was staring at.
He screamed too, and now I couldn't hear anything but my heart drumming against my chest and our mingled cries. He dashed right out if the door, down the hall and out of the apartment. I could still hear him even after he left. I could also hear some really furious neighbors yelling at me through the walls.
I don't really remember much after that, just that suddenly the world started to spin around me and I slipped slowly out of consciousness as the fear took over my head and darkness enveloped my vision.
Copy pasting is still not bad if you actually mean the words you copied.
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Re: Very Sad News Indeed.
Well, that's not nice to a man who just left the world, sheep.ЧК. wrote:Sir.Sheep wrote:Guys really i'am sorry
After all the losses there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier if you didn't think of them as people at all. Indeed, our senses of humour became warped and darkly macabre. We laughed at their silly expressions and gave them rude names. We made up lines for them to say as we tossed them into the mass grave with the others. We stole from them without guilt. They were grey tinged regardless of race, blue lipped with blank stares. Our approach was irreverent, but it kept us sane. There is only so much horror you can take in and understand, after that your mind will snap. So we joke. Anyone who doesn't like it gets given the shovels and the rest of us walk away. No humour no helping, the curmudgeons soon come round to our way of thinking when there's people parts to dispose of.
They are cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them has gone and they are safe from the perils of this world. No harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love are still. Minds that felt so many emotions are blank. We dig the graves and pray their spirits are well received in the after life. Their limbs are soft, the time of rigor mortis has passed. We lie them on their backs, feet together, arms folded over their chests and eyes closed. We make a cross with daisies over each torso and blow them a kiss for the journey. Then with heavy hearts we take our spades and begin to cover them in the black earth.
They lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. These bodies, once the repositories of people as alive as I am, are now abandoned shells left to rot in the open. Who will bury them and weep salty tears onto their grave? Who will send them away with a love song and kiss the breeze that carries them heaven-bound? Likely no-one at all. Some will be consumed by the wildlife and others simply decay, slowly giving up their flesh to the soil and showing their white bones to the sun.
Cruel though it sounds, once the light winks out in their eyes they are another carcass to bury. The soul has moved on and we living are left with the task of burial, though with the massive numbers we face it is more akin to disposal. Their limbs, long passed the stage of rigor mortis, loll against one another in the pits. Their greyed flesh is often torn in the process of being moved and their eyes stare at a sky they'll never see. We'd pray for the departed, but all of our energy is spent of the living. Should we find time to get to our knees it will be to plant new crops or clean dirty floors; otherwise it's simply the final stage of exhaustion before we surrender to the necessity of sleep.
The source of the putrid smell and swarm of black flies soon became apparent. The old farmer and his family were never on vacation as the neighbours claimed, they were right there, sitting on the couch. Each one of them had a single hole to their temple, purple and brown seepage dried onto their lifeless skin. From the holes crawled maggots and their ankles showed signs of gnawing from rodents. The officers backed out to vomit on the grass, doubled over, fighting powerful waves of nausea. It would take a seasoned forensic coroner to get any closer.
rotting, decaying, dead, pallid, icy skin, ebony flesh, pale, grisly, tragic, lifeless, soulless, milky eyes staring blankly, bloody, silent, cruel, cold fingers forever trapped into a defensive fist, dead, masses of decomposing bodies carelessly piled atop each other, left to the flies and birds, heart-wrenching, departed, stiff, bloodless, breathless, cadaverous, haggard, ghastly, defunct
The sour stench of feces radiated from the boat, beckoning flies to cautiously hover in mid air nearby, not too close but close enough to indulge in the nasal nightmare; they are cowards, they are survivors. The flies slowly edge closer. They gain confidence in their motion, no one has interrupted their thirst for dead cells, the humps of meat in the boat lay limp. A young boy, flung on an upturn bucket, gradually opens his eyes, he feels the prickle of a fly as it lands on his leg. Swat! The fly gives a sickening crunch and twitches against the boys leg. He makes no attempt to clear the mess for fear he may keel over in the process. The swatting motion should have killed him but he needed to cling on to the shred of human dignity he had left. 'death by fly,' he grimaces, 'what a great heading for my gravestone.'
I had never really liked dead people - their deathly white skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me forever. Not that I didn't respect them, I just sort of preferred them inside a sealed coffin under the ground, never to come back up again. Yup. I had no problem with corpses as long as they were nowhere near me.
So I guess you can imagine my utter disgust and terror when I wake up one morning sharing my bed with one of the dudes. I had screamed, it was my first instinct. I screamed so hard my throat went dry almost immediately but I didn't stop. I leaped right out from under those covers and halfway across the room, probably looking like an idiot as I flailed my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to put as much distance as I could between me and that cold body.
I didn't stop screaming, I kept that up until my roommate came and whacked his fist against the door. When I didn't shut up, he nearly knocked it right off its hinges stomping in.
His face was a storm of rage and contempt as he bellowed right in my face. I couldn't hear his curses, I was still screaming in horror.
He followed my eyes, which were glued to the bed, and snapped his head to the body. His expression changed first into confusion, but his eyes start to widen as he realized what he was staring at.
He screamed too, and now I couldn't hear anything but my heart drumming against my chest and our mingled cries. He dashed right out if the door, down the hall and out of the apartment. I could still hear him even after he left. I could also hear some really furious neighbors yelling at me through the walls.
I don't really remember much after that, just that suddenly the world started to spin around me and I slipped slowly out of consciousness as the fear took over my head and darkness enveloped my vision.
Copy pasting is still not bad if you actually mean the words you copied.
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ЧК. wrote:Sir.Sheep wrote:Guys really i'am sorry
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Copy pasting is still not bad if you actually mean the words you copied.
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Oh wow, it seems he did it another time, even though when I talked to him on Discord.
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MaSoN^ wrote:ЧК. wrote:Sir.Sheep wrote:Guys really i'am sorry
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Copy pasting is still not bad if you actually mean the words you copied.
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Oh wow, it seems he did it another time, even though when I talked to him on Discord.
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Well, Flake showed me that screenshot so I tried to search for it on Discord, but apparently the logs I found are of another incident. Don’t know if people like him would even have sympathy if they lost someone close to them.
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