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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:59 pm
A thin layer of snow blankets the cold, blotches of red paint all over. But it isn't paint. It is blood, covering the snow layered area. Bodies lay strewn across the ground. A battle occured here without fail. Just hours before, gunshots scattered the morning silence. They made the air seem colder, their cries of pain filling the air as bodies hit the snow, their fall muffled. Then just as it started, they left the battlefield, new snow falling as their footsteps fell into the ground, making little holes all over the ground. This was not a war between two governments, for in this little town there is no government. This little town of Kalri. Kalri is torn apart by wars from gangs, gangs sprout up in new places everywhere. But the two main guilds that stand out are the Red Feathers and the Black Falcons. These two gangs have prospered more then any other gang. The Red Feathers are showing to be the winning gang currently, despite the Black Falcon's lead in soldiers. The Red feathers have proven to be the better of the fighters. But with a new Godfather rising up to take over the Black Falcon's throne of bones, the war is changing all around. More battles are occuring and increasing in tempo. It is obvious both sides want to end this battle, destroy the other side and rule the little town of Kalri. And then off to make themselves the power. The winners will rise from their haven and declare themselves the victors. This is a story about their war. This is your story. Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:08 pm
1. I am in command.
2. I may add rules whenever I please.
3. Absolutely NO MARY SUES. You get three warnings on this stuff.
4. I want at least a paragraph.
5. Be active! I don't want you to join this roleplay and not do anything for weeks. Pm me if you are going for a long period of time!
6. Follow the gaia ToS
7. There is absolutely NO excuse for cybering. Romance is encouraged, but that stuff is just nasty.
8. Try not to get too violent.
9. Don't use too much language. It is only to be used as a light seasoning, sprinkled on top of a banana rant.
10. Follow the guild rules.
11. Respect the crew members, they must be trusted by Becki if they are crew, so I want you to respect her by respecting them. Don't go off and badmouth them. It's not very nice.
12. Please PM profiles to ME with the title of the gang you are joining. I.E. PM Title: Red Feathers.
13. Feel free to reserve a spot, but if I don't get a profile within the next two days, I will un-reserve it and open it up to the other people.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:20 pm
These are rules that were issued by both sides:
1. Always keep a knife with you.
2. No talking to the other clan. They are to be shot and beaten down, not given roses and taken off to picnics.
3. There is no need for prisoners, and there will be no need for surrendering. Fight to the death, or if there is no other way, retreat. Under no circumstances is anyone given the ability to surrender. I don't want to give the other side that satisfaction of saying "Oh look! We got them to surrender!"
4. Suspect everyone. Never think anyone is a friend. No one ever knows who is a friend and who isn't. Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:26 pm
Info for each side:
Red Feathers:
The Red Feathers are exceedingly ruthless and brave of heart. These are the last soldiers anyone will ever see running away from a battle. They are extremely suspicious of everyone close to them and despite their fewer numbers are so far winning the war.
Black Falcons:
With their new godfather, they are now starting to rise up and become stronger. They aren't bothering to surrender as much anymore and, due to their larger numbers, are starting to turn the tide of the war around. They know that because of their larger numbers, it will be a lot tougher to manage the horde that is their army. But when completely managed, it will be a great asset in the war. Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:30 pm
(Only accepting one Personal Guard for now on both sides.)
Positions:
Red Feathers:
The Godfather: Aaeni
The Godfather's Personal Guards: beckithewatermage
Tactician: Reserved.
Grunts:
Black Falcons:
The Godfather: The Twinge
The Godfather's Personal Guards:
Tactician:
Grunts:
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:07 am
As of yet, no one has yet fallen to the war. Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:17 am
[color=YOURCOLOR][size=10]My name? OK: (Name. This should be obvious.)
What!? Of course I'm a: (Gender)
The clan I belong to: (Red Feathers or Black Falcons)
My position in this clan: (Positions are above)
Everyone had a life before they joined: (Bio)
I'm me: (Personality)
Secretly, I am different: (Personality when they are alone.)
I am: (Age)
My weight? Well... I guess: (Weight)
I tower over anyone else, or I fall short: (Height)
I am the last thing you will ever see: (Picture)
Everyone has time for love someday: (Crush)
I am dangerous: (Weapons)
What flows through me: (Blood type)
A name that whispers who I am: (Gaia Username)
Did I forget anything: (Anything extra? Missing? Pets?)[/color][/size] Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:21 am
Red Feathers: My name? OK: Akihito Dai
What!? Of course I'm a: Male
The clan I belong to: Red Feathers
My position in this clan: Godfather
Everyone had a life before they joined: Akihito Dai was a beggar in the beginning. He hated life and life obviously hated him. He learned the ways of the streets, learned which garbage cans had the best haul and which ones were absolutely terrible. He learned the way of the streets and could beat anyone in a race across the street. For this, he was able to participate in a few races. He won the ones he participated in and gained some money that way. He learned of the gang by way of a dead drug dealer found on the ground who was on his way to a route, but was shot. He took the drugs himself and brought them to where a card listed. This got him into the gang and off the streets. Once in the gang, he never wanted to leave. The food was so much better then on the streets, and he had no worries. He helped them overthrow the government and rose in rank until he was the most trusted of the Godfather.
That didn't last long, the Godfather and all his sons were killed in a drive by shooting and, because he was the most trusted in that gang, he was made the Godfather. Now he rules with an iron fist and never lets his soldiers be alone in a battle. He's now always with them, despite their insistence on him not being with them there. With a pounding realization in his heart, he finally knows who is responsible for this mess. Who was responsible for ruining his family, and forcing him to dirty his hands in war. It was the Black Falcons, and he swore he would bring them down to their knees. He swore upon the blood in his body that he would not stop until he made sure all of them were dead.
I'm me: Akihito is heartless to whoever dares oppose him. But to whoever is in his clan or is his friend, he is the best friend you could ever have. He is caring and never lets down any friend of his. If a friend of his is captured and thrown into the other hideout, he will do whatever he can to get him back. But, however, due to this he doesn't have many friends. It is a cold and perilous journey to become his friend.
Secretly, I am different: He dares not participate in any actions that would endanger the clan. He trusts no one in the clan and does this because a spy in their own clan was the one who killed the Godfather. The Godfather was like a brother to him, so when the Godfather died he was angered quite a bit by it. Now he doesn't trust anyone in the gang and if there is even a traitorous mood in the air, then he will have the person who is responsible killed.
I am: Twenty Nine.
My weight? Well... I guess: One forty
I tower over anyone else, or I fall short: 6' 8''
I am the last thing you will ever see: 
Everyone has time for love someday: What? No one!
I am dangerous: He keeps a dragonouv sniper rifle in a case on his back, he also keeps eight knives, all hidden in various spots on his body. He keeps two pistols as well. He has a katana just for personal executions within the clan, or if he gets up close.
What flows through me: AB+
A name that whispers who I am: Aaeni
Did I forget anything: He has a German Shepard as a pet who is almost always beside him, except in battle.~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
My name? OK: Vivian Marquering
What!? Of course I'm a: Female
The clan I belong to: Red Feathers
My position in this clan: Personal Guard
Everyone had a life before they joined: The Marquerings. As much red feathers until they die as the Godfathers themselves. Save those few black sheep who have parted their ranks.
Vivian was raised from birth as a red feather, although mainly under the arm of her mother for most of her youth, until it was felt she could handle a gun, or a knife, and enter the harsh world of her father. The girl learned quickly, as you would do when failure meant death, although her young body is not a stranger to the scars of bullets and blade.
Her father was killed in the same drive by shooting that took the last Godfather. She rose to his place. She would rather keep that post in the family.
I'm me: Vivian is one of few words, preferring to speak through actions, quietly on alert for attack. If she does speak to you, expect it to be rather a chiding remark. If it is a word of kindness, then treat it as a fluke. Her temper is great, although it takes a lot to ignite it. It is a ticking time bomb no one wants to face.
Secretly, I am different: On her own, or with few trusted others, her demeanour relaxes slightly, although she is still on guard. She is still one of few words, although prone more to a listening ear and sound advice.
I am: Twenty three
My weight? Well... I guess: 115lbs
I tower over anyone else, or I fall short: 5'5''
I am the last thing you will ever see: Vivian
Everyone has time for love someday: N/A
I am dangerous: Anything to hand. Usually carries two pistols, knives, and knuckledusters.
What flows through me: A+
A name that whispers who I am: beckithewatermage
Did I forget anything: She is a terrible insomniac.~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
 My name? OK: Andrei Hamasaki (Japanese Father, Russian Mother)
What!? Of course I'm a: Male
The clan I belong to: Red Feathers
My position in this clan: Tactician, Medic
Everyone had a life before they joined: Both of Andrei's parents were worthy of the title "jack of all trades but master of none". From a very young age, he was taught a wide range of subjects--from Latin to Arabic, mathematics to theatre, tactics to music theory, physics, chemistry, ballroom dance, whatever. However, he was not taught to be proficient in any of the areas he learned. For example, he speaks fairly acceptable Russian and Japanese due to his parents' heritage, but he can only say a few key phrases in six or seven other languages.
Andrei eventually found himself completely unsatisfied with high school life and took the GED test to exit two years early. When he entered college at the age of sixteen he decided to delve deeper into statistics, biology, and medicine, particularly herbal medicine. Soon, he found subjects that his parents had never taught him about--poison and drugs. He studied them almost to the point of obsession. Very soon, his knowledge caught the initially unwanted attention of the Red Feathers gang. Through a series of unexpected events, he became heavily involved with their drug trade and eventually moved to Kalri altogether, leaving behind his previous life as a doctor (he chose not to become a pharmacist because he dislikes pharmaceutical companies in general).
The previous Godfather had been impressed with his wide range of knowledge and made him the tactician as well as the medic. At first, Andrei had only been consulted concerning financial matters--cash flow, statistics, "business ventures", etc. After a while he began to offer opinions on actual battlefield strategies.
I'm me: Because Andrei is used to having a wide range of knowledge, he tries to learn as much as he possibly can. He is not an enthusiastic or outwardly curious person at all, however. From an early age he found out that he was able learn much more if he kept his mouth shut. He prefers to carefully observe what is around him before saying or doing anything. One of his worst personality traits is that he tends to look down on others unless they gain his absolute, undying respect first. Because of this, he is blunt and even somewhat severe with his words and actions. He has almost no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance.
Secretly, I am different: Around good friends and close teammates, he cares a bit more. The harsh words he gives to them come from concern, not irritation. And he is more likely to smile honestly or relax.
I am: 26
My weight? Well... I guess: About 160 pounds, which is fairly healthy for his height. [[ If this had been written in first person, Andrei would be giving Akihito and Vivian a slightly stern look right about here ]]
I tower over anyone else, or I fall short: 6'2"
I am the last thing you will ever see: See the image above that xxBo0kn3rdxx did not create.
Everyone has time for love someday: "Not yet; I'm busy" is something he would say to that.
I am dangerous: Knife (2), Pistol (1), Scalpel [[ lol ]]. He's okay with a rifle, but he'd rather run before using such a large, unruly weapon. Do not trust him with grenades. He will attempt to dissect them.
What flows through me: O
A name that whispers who I am: xxBo0kn3rdxx
Did I forget anything: He has a younger brother who acts as his subordinate. That is the extent of their relationship.Black Falcons: My name? OK: Creed. Just Creed.
What!? Of course I'm a: man.
The clan I belong to: I own the Black Falcons
My position in this clan: Godfather.
Everyone had a life before they joined: My father was the old bodyguard to the godfather. I crew up in the gang life. I attended school, some of the times, but I mostly trained. My father expected me to be a skilled warrior. To kill our enemies, and fulfill the dream of the Black Falcon's monarchy over Kalri. But through his teens, the Black Falcon's dream was becoming distant with the Red Feather's increasing wins.
I met a girl named Rosemary when I was young. We were good friends and I fell in love with her. She loved me. I planned to marry her, but the Red Feathers were merciless. During a battle, she got caught between and died. Three bullets shattered her beautiful body and soul. It was then that I knew this had to stop. The Black Falcon's would no longer be stepped on and, instead, would step over everyone else. The Godfather was weak, so I killed him. I killed my father. I killed everyone I needed to so that I took the position. I told the Black Falcons remaining that we were not going to let the weaklings take the helm of this ship. We were going to conquer the Red Feathers and take control of this city. I swore it on my dead fiances body.
I'm me: Ruthless. Cold. I command the Black Falcons like soldiers and expect them to carry themselves like so. I easily get angry, but I use that anger to direct my bullets and my sword.
Secretly, I am different: I am emotional, alone, depressed. I miss Rosemary, and nothing has filled that hole inside of me.
I am: nineteen, but don't let that fool you.
My weight? Well... I guess: 180pds.
I tower over anyone else, or I fall short: 6'0''
I am the last thing you will ever see: is this grim face.
Everyone has time for love someday: Rosemary, died at age 18.
I am dangerous: Browning Hi-Power, Katana Sword
What flows through me: AB
A name that whispers who I am: The Twinge
Did I forget anything: I build trust with my warriors with my dedication to their success and their honor.~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
My name? OK: Myth Lyn
What!? Of course I'm a: Chick.
The clan I belong to: Black Falcons
My position in this clan: Tactician
Everyone had a life before they joined: Let's see... I was actually a pretty good student, until I found that somethings are worth more than school.
I was called Miranda back in those days. Pretty normal life, until my dog got shot. So many people told me it was just an animal and to get over it, but it was my family. Sure, I had a pair of parents. But let's face it, they don't care for you once they find something better to love than you, like an affair. So, feeling unloved and loosing the one thing you love in life, well, that does stuff to a girl. Especially a freak girl like me. It made me want more than a normal life, I wanted the power to stop it. Sad thing for me, I was a inexperienced young lady with a head full of dreams.
My memory blurs from the point where I left my life and went into the dark side of town to where I am now. I think I did a few things I'm not proud of, like killing a few people. But that's been blocked out. The end justifies the means. So here I stand, a tactician for a rising gang in the city with a heart full of hopes and a mind full of doubts. Guess we'll have to see where this takes me and hope that I can do my well job for the new head master of the group....
I'm me: I'm fairly happy and outgoing. I love to joke around with people and try to lighten the mood-even if some people think I'm childish. I just wanna make people smile, or at least see their smile so I feel better inside. Real gang mentality, eh? Oh, did I mention I'm fairly sarcastic..?
Secretly, I am different: I'mma real drama queen when you get down to it. So much for tacticians being level-headed. Probably from being such a worrier.
I am: Eight-teen.
My weight? Well... I guess: That's rude to ask for a lady's age.
I tower over anyone else, or I fall short: A little short, but not too bad. I'm happy about my height.
I am the last thing you will ever see: BAM
Everyone has time for love someday: Well, there IS this one boy but he's not too into girls like me...
I am dangerous: Twin guns that are kept tucked in a loose belt around her hips. A small pocket knife in her left boot just to be safe.
What flows through me: A positive
A name that whispers who I am: x Second Setback x
Did I forget anything: I lost hearing in my left ear so sorry if I miss a few things.Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:39 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:41 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:35 pm
Alas, it is time to say:  Introduction|Rules|The Creed (Gang rules)|Info|Positions|Dead Peeps|Skelly for profile|Accepted Profiles|Reserved|Reserved|Open!
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:54 am
(First post!) ...One day, we will be the ones to stand tall...  Akihito, or Hito by his friends, was walking around quietly. It was a cold, winter morning and snow fell lightly onto the ground. He pressed his coat harder onto his cheeks. "It's winter and a war is still going on." He sighed, walking back to his quarters. He had been walking in front of the abandoned warehouse that was their hideout. It worked for a hideout, not to say that snow still didn't get in, but it worked. His quarters were a cleared out closet with a sleeping bag right in the center. A book right beside that sleeping bag. The snow crunched underneath his feet as he walked, slowly going back into his quarters. And that was when he heard gunfire.
He immediately pulled out his pistols, aiming at the entrance to the warehouse. The gunfire and screaming stopped. He jumped back behind a concrete block they had gotten and placed around the warehouse for cover. He aimed over the concrete, then saw. They were being attacked. Someone wanted to end this gang quickly. He immediately began shooting, yelling out loud to anyone that could've been up above. "We're under attack. Stop sleeping you maggots, get your guns, and begin shooting back." He shot over the barriers, and a bullet grazed his arm. He ducked back behind cover and held his bullet grazed arm. It had done a lot more then graze. It hurt.
He shot again, making sure to aim for vital points. The only Red Feathers that have probably fell would be the ones outside. This was good. And what's more, his men were fully rested and were finally- Scratch that. They still weren't shooting. He was alone and his concrete blockade was getting pounded. "Hey! I'm all alone here!" He yelled at the men still getting ready on the upper ring. A grenade dropped from above. The black falcons looked at it, then gave a quick scream before they exploded. The details will be spared because it was just nasty. This proved it. The Black Falcons were the ones who killed the previous GodFather, and they needed to be wiped out. He began shooting with more fervor, then he heard an all too familiar click-click sound. "You have got to be kidding me..." A bullet this time actually hit it's mark, going into his arm. He ducked down behind the barrier where he was in less trouble. He needed ammo... He still had about four clips left on him, but this was still bad. His pistols burned up ammo quickly, even with extended mags. Where was his group?! ...I will lead everyone to victory. (Starting things off on a good foot, eh?)
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 11:52 am
 Things had been quiet. Vivian, who had not slept for three days, was finally in a light slumber which she would probably depend upon, alongside coffee, for five days further before her body yet again allowed her to sleep. The woman was an insomniac. A functioning one, albeit, although she did need her sleep. And if it was disturbed, then the woman became the other thing she was. A killer.
Gunshots sounded outside of the warehouse. They were a common sound in the neighbourhood, given that this was red feather territory, but at the moment, the red feather's slept. And the gunfire was rather too close to their headquarters for comfort, and also too close for the noise to be something that Vivian could sleep through.
The guard gave a very irritated grumble, before pulling herself from her mass of sleeping bags and duvets. She was situated near to the closet that the leader inhabited, for his safety, which, when her bloodshot grey eyes looked upon it, was empty. The eyes, still refocusing after her sleep, then looked around the rest of the warehouse. All, save those on guard duty were present, although Akihito was nowhere to be seen.
The woman swore rather crassly, standing up and grabbing her leather greatcoat, along with her pistols, trudging her way to the door, curses still spilling from her lips in a rather unladylike fashion. How dare they wake her up? Didn't they know she was trying to sleep? Even if it was not necessary, she could feel that she would end up dispensing of every round at hand in her two weapons. The idiots would pay, especially if they were black falcons. And they were. Even though they disturbed her sleep, this may be amusing.
Peering round the entrance to the door, Vivian began to open fire, although looking at where their bullets were directed. Behind a blockade, and loosing shots at the Falcons was Akihito. What the hell had that fool been doing out here on his own, in the morning? She supposed he had not wanted to disturb her, but even then, her job came before rest. And she was much more ruthless and violent when she was cranky.
Finally, someone must have been awake, as a grenade was loosed by one of their members. It was thankful she did get up at the first gunshots, as she would not have slept through that. Using the smoke from the blast as cover, she began to edge her way to a blockade near her Godfather. Not only was it easier to see here, but she could cover his back. She fired a bit more, although the smoke cloud needed to dissipate from the grenade.
The click alerted her, as Hito was struck in the arm by a bullet. The woman swore, before shrinking back behind her own wall was a volley of gunshots was fired her way. Persistent bastards, these ones. But then, they did fight to the death, and she would not die today. And if she did, at least she would get some rest, albeit eternal and with worms eating out her brain. But hey, it was rest, and she had had a few worse nights in her lifetime.
She aimed to give the same wound to the perpetrator, whichever scum it was... And a wonderful morning this was turning out to be...
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:07 pm
 (+)_________:C R E E D:________(-)
Got him.
Creed's bullet buried into the Red Feather's Godfather. Creed could not at first figure out his location, but once he shouted for help, it was all too easy to take the shot. He missed vital organs, though. That was a disappointment.
It took too long for the competition to return fire, but when they did, they did not go lightly. He heard the explosion. Men were down, probably dead. He did not dwell on it. He would take up the body count at the end. Until then, he had a mission to complete. He was only one bullet into it, too.
His men continued to take fire on the Red Feathers that were awake. What wimps. A six am battle was too much for them? Maybe his holocaust on his enemy would be faster than he anticipated. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves", he reminded himself. He reloaded his gun, but took up a flash bomb and threw it to where he identified the Godfather was. Landed and sent a wonderful flash. That should have blinded them enough for him to move to another location in the warzone, taking the three men accompanying with him.
He found his way behind a concrete wall. He took a cellphone from his pocket and called one of his men in another group. "How is the Plucking going?"
"A feather away. Retreat in 10 minutes. I'll send the signal."
"Excellent. We'll keep up the Egging on our end."
Creed hung up. He poked his head around the corner, aiming his gun towards the concrete barricade the Red Feather Godfather was behind. He waited for him or anyone to poke their head up to see where everyone was for a clean head shot. His other men, who were still inside the warehouse, were beginning to evacuate the building in what looked like a retreat. However, Creed's group of three still were in the building with loaded guns and another group of five were making their way through the rooms to take out whatever Feathers were asleep and not out in the open. The group began with twenty, but due to some anxious men who entered a room too hastily, those men were lost. But the Black Falcons were still strong in their numbers.
Creed kept his gun, named "Rose" with love and distinguished with a rose engraving on the metal barrel, aimed towards where the Feather's Godfather was injured, but not down. "The early bird gets the worm...So poke out your head, Worm. Let me see you bleed."
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