CYOA: Bronytale

by Amereep

First published

An interactive story inspired by 'Undertale'. What more is there to say?

You, a human, found yourself in one of the most unexpected places to be in, Equestria. While many would love the opportunity, you actually want to get back home to your world. Wither you find this to be a gift or a curse is beside the point as you are only given 24 hours to live in this world before returning home.

However, there is a way you can stay permanently; you'll have to make a friend. The downside is that for every friend you make, you'll become a little bit more like a pony.

So the question is; do you accept others and slowly lose your human identity, or will you retain your features by pushing others away?


A 'choose your own adventure' story that is influenced by 'Undertale'. You wont see any of the game characters, but you'll get a vague sense of the game by similar elements; like the branching routes. Each character you'll encounter will have a 'battle' style similar to a text based game (Quiz, Puzzle, ect).

This is meant to be read in one sitting, so make sure you have some free time before reading.

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Your eyes slowly open up.

You feel groggy, like you're waking up early in the morning.

The vision in your eyes begin to sharpen and they get wider as you realized something, you've never been here before.

You jump up and look around. Everything around you is so dark, but you're having no trouble seeing yourself. You stare up and see a bright spotlight beaming down at you.

"Howdy!"

You heard a voice coming from close by.

"Down here."

You lowered your head and see an image of what looks like a starburst. You shuffle your feet to get a better look and hear the echo of every step you make on the smooth stone floor you're on.

There's a amber grayish cap in the center of the image. You crouch down and could tell that you're looking at a mushroom. It looks odd, as it has two round yellow orbs with red marking; almost as if they were eyeballs.

"I'm Mooshy," it spoke, "Mooshy the Mushroom!"

You fall backwards from this bizarre sight.

"Aren't you a human?"

You nod, but what you want to know is if it was really a mushroom.

"Well then human, welcome to Equestria!"

The name is completely foreign to you.

"We never really get that many humans around here, but you'll fit right in."

You say otherwise and ask the fungi if it has any idea on how you got here.

"Perhaps you got here through a magic portal. That's what happens when you're in a world of magic, you never know when magical anomalies may occur."

The thought that this was all part of a weird dream crossed your mind, but you're more concerned on getting back home; a place that actually made sense to you.

"Don't worry. Humans tend to only last a day here before they're sent back home. So why don't you go ahead and explore this amazing land while you can."

That didn't really sound appealing to you, but getting out of this dark room could calm you down. You look around and see an arch with what looks like a closed door, but you can't tell until you get closer.

"But I should warn you," spoke the mushroom, "whatever you do..."

"DON'T MAKE ANY FRIENDS!"

"Making friends here for a human has an odd effect on them. The last humans we had all formed a bond here and have all slowly turned into ponies because of it."

That sounds very far-fetched, but then again, you are talking to a mushroom.

"But that's not all of it, those that did have found that they're stuck in this world. FOREVER!"

And that sounds like a problem. Something you should really take into consideration before making a decision on anything around here.

"You'll return home if you just don't agree to acknowledging anything sentient here as your friend."

"You believe me right? You can trust your pal Mooshy, can't you?"

YES

NO

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"Wrong!" The shroom snaps at you, "If I really meant it, then you would be pony right now."

This is going to be harder then you first thought.

"Just think carefully before you make any action that consults with the heart of others."

Mooshy begins shrinking into the ground.

"We'll meet again human. Farewell."

It enters into a small patch of dirt that's in the middle of the stone floor; leaving you in this dark room alone. You head over to the arches you saw moments ago and can make out that it does have a closed double door. You push it open and see light in the next room.

You cover your eyes from the change in lighting and slowly your vision begins to adjust. You're in a large room that has crystal decorations everywhere. The shards are used columns, arches, and decorations that resembles a tree. Besides the minerals, the walls have book selves all covered with literature. You pick up one of them and try to read it, but you can't make out heads or tails of what language it is. You put it back and see the furniture, there's tables around the room but no chairs. The tables are low, looking like it was meant for kids to sit at instead of adults.

This room looks like a library, but the height of the ceiling seems too high for this to be just a normal one.

Doors on the other side of the room swing open and a creature comes walking through. It's walking on four legs that made a clopping with each step. Purple fur is what made up this creature's skin and lavender made up its mane. It looked almost like a pony, but it had wings on the side of its waist and a glowing horn coming out of its head. There was a book in front of its face that was glowing in the same color of the horn. The interest it has in the book is so powerful that pony passes right by you without even acknowledging your presents in the room.

It approaches the bookshelves and a hoard of books begin to glow as it looked at them. The pony walks to one of the tables and the books come flying off the selves. They land on the table and the pony sits at it; still unaware of your presents.

You start thinking to the reason why that theirs a pony in a library, but perhaps you should leave it alone.

You step towards the door she came from and the sound of your footstep could be heard in the room.

"HUH!?!?" It shrieked in a feminine voice and looks over at you.

She studies you with her violet eyes.

"Hey," she said while approaching, "How'd you get here?"

The mare starts to circle you; looking up and down your body.

"Your body should've been altered when you went through the mirror. How did you keep it?"

You haven't the slightest recollection at what she's talking about.

She stops her pacing as she noticed your face, "Hmm. that expression... You're still adjusting to this world, aren't you. You know I've been to your world once, it's an awkward situation, isn't it?" She extends a hoof to you, "Nice to meet you, visitor. My name is Twilight."

You wonder if she wanted you to bop it with a fist or to shake it like a human would. She did say that she was once in your world and she does have a friendly face. Perhaps she's trying to get you comfortable by using customs that you're acquainted to.

You take her hoof and shake it like a human would.

"If you need anything, just ask me. I could be quite proficuous for you."

You tilt your head to the word 'proficuous.'

"I don't want to sound gasconading but others see me as bellwether because I'm considered a princess due to the fact that I'm an Alicorn, and also one of the bearers of harmony. There are six elements that make up harmony that is essential for a peaceful life not just for me, but for everypony. Many have tried to stop us from keeping the land safe but we always triumph over any situation with the power of friendship. Like there was this one time where we were facing a chimera that was made by the Ixis tribe. It tried to take over Equestria by using the library to find a cure for a disease it had, but we eventually settled things with the help of a special friend. Speaking about friendship, I should mention that I'm the Princess of Friendship. There's a few princesses here in Equestria; they're the Princess of the Sun, Princess of the Moon, Princess of Glamour, Princess of Love. Although, you should be familiar from what to expect here in Equestria. You'll meet many creatures here outside from ponies like-"

You just keep nodding at what she says, but you just couldn't keep listening to her rambling on and on about stuff that you won't need to know after today. You tune her out, but still make it look like you're listening. You just wanted to know what 'proficuous' meant, not her whole life story.

You waffle over the idea if her subjects are tortured like this on a daily basis.

"HEY!"

Twilight snaps you out of your thought.

"Are you listening to me?"

You nod, like the liar you are.

She scrunches up her face, "Then you wouldn't mind if I give you a little test."

You begin to sweat and start thinking that you should've stayed in the dark room.




Twilight has a quiz

"Alright, lets start with an easy one."

"What's my name?"

ⒶTwinkle				ⒷTwilight
ⒸMidna					ⒹBella

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"Correct! Accept no form of heart filled friendship from anything, not even from me."

Mooshy begins shrinking into the ground.

"We'll meet again human. Farewell."

It enters into a small patch of dirt that's in the middle of the stone floor; leaving you in this dark room alone. You head over to the arches you saw moments ago and can make out that it does have a closed double door. You push it open and see light in the next room.

You cover your eyes from the change in lighting and slowly your vision begins to adjust. You're in a large room that has crystal decorations everywhere. The shards are used columns, arches, and decorations that resembles a tree. Besides the minerals, the walls have book selves all covered with literature. You pick up one of them and try to read it, but you can't make out heads or tails of what language it is. You put it back and see the furniture, there's tables around the room but no chairs. The tables are low, looking like it was meant for kids to sit at instead of adults.

This room looks like a library, but the height of the ceiling seems too high for this to be just a normal one.

Doors on the other side of the room swing open and a creature comes walking through. It's walking on four legs that made a clopping with each step. Purple fur is what made up this creature's skin and lavender made up its mane. It looked almost like a pony, but it had wings on the side of its waist and a glowing horn coming out of its head. There was a book in front of its face that was glowing in the same color of the horn. The interest it has in the book is so powerful that pony passes right by you without even acknowledging your presents in the room.

It approaches the bookshelves and a hoard of books begin to glow as it looked at them. The pony walks to one of the tables and the books come flying off the selves. They land on the table and the pony sits at it; still unaware of your presents.

You start thinking to the reason why that theirs a pony in a library, but perhaps you should leave it alone.

You step towards the door she came from and the sound of your footstep could be heard in the room.

"HUH!?!?" It shrieked in a feminine voice and looks over at you.

She studies you with her violet eyes.

"Hey," she said while approaching, "How'd you get here?"

The mare starts to circle you; looking up and down your body.

"Your body should've been altered when you went through the mirror. How did you keep it?"

You haven't the slightest recollection at what she's talking about.

She stops her pacing as she noticed your face, "Hmm. that expression... You're still adjusting to this world, aren't you. You know I've been to your world once, it's an awkward situation, isn't it?" She extends a hoof to you, "Nice to meet you, visitor. My name is Twilight."

You wonder if she wanted you to bop it with a fist or to shake it like a human would. She did say that she was once in your world and she does have a friendly face. Perhaps she's trying to get you comfortable by using customs that you're acquainted to.

You take her hoof and shake it like a human would.

"If you need anything, just ask me. I could be quite proficuous for you."

You tilt your head to the word 'proficuous.'

"I don't want to sound gasconading but others see me as bellwether because I'm considered a princess due to the fact that I'm an Alicorn, and also one of the bearers of harmony. There are six elements that make up harmony that is essential for a peaceful life not just for me, but for everypony. Many have tried to stop us from keeping the land safe but we always triumph over any situation with the power of friendship. Like there was this one time where we were facing a chimera that was made by the Ixis tribe. It tried to take over Equestria by using the library to find a cure for a disease it had, but we eventually settled things with the help of a special friend. Speaking about friendship, I should mention that I'm the Princess of Friendship. There's a few princesses here in Equestria; they're the Princess of the Sun, Princess of the Moon, Princess of Glamour, Princess of Love. Although, you should be familiar from what to expect here in Equestria. You'll meet many creatures here outside from ponies like-"

You just keep nodding at what she says, but you just couldn't keep listening to her rambling on and on about stuff that you won't need to know after today. You tune her out, but still make it look like you're listening. You just wanted to know what 'proficuous' meant, not her whole life story.

You waffle over the idea if her subjects are tortured like this on a daily basis.

"HEY!"

Twilight snaps you out of your thought.

"Are you listening to me?"

You nod, like the liar you are.

She scrunches up her face, "Then you wouldn't mind if I give you a little test."

You begin to sweat and start thinking that you should've stayed in the dark room.




Twilight has a quiz

"Alright, lets start with an easy one."

"What's my name?"

ⒶTwinkle				ⒷTwilight
ⒸMidna					ⒹBella

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You backhand her hoof aside to decline her offer.

"Wha!" Rainbow Dash cried, "You're passing up the chance hang out with me?"

She gives you an ornery look, "What? You think your better then me or something?"

You tell her that you don't have time to hang around with her.

Dash looks flustered by your decision, "F-FINE! Go ahead you... you..." her eyes become teary, completely poignant from your answer.

"HEARTLESS JERK!!!!!!!!" She flies off leaving a booming sound in the air.

Despite all the trash talk you had with her, refusing to be friends actually hurt her feelings.

But you honestly didn't care. She was just another nuisance to deal with.


The sun has finally fallen and you sit down on the grass; laying your back on the trunk of an isolated tree.

It's been a long day. Waking up in a foreign land, populated and ruled by these colorful happy creatures. Just what are with these ponies? Why does everyone of them want to be friends with you? Do they believe that its going to bring you any good? You only have about six more hours until morning; then you're back home and can put this rotten ordeal to rest.

You look up at the night sky; full of stars and a moon overhead. You hear the grass and leaves rustle to the gentle breeze that brushes over your skin. The calming sounds of the night settles your troubles within this peaceful world.











This place is not that much different from home.















Perhaps even better.












"Heya!"

You look over and see a pink mare looking at you with a big smile on her face. You acknowledge her with a scowl, hating the fact that there's another one of these creatures here.

"I've been looking all over for you. I'm Pinkie Pie and you're the one with the grumpy attitude I've heard so much about."

She tilts her head as she views you, nearly falling over by the shift of her weight.

"I'm curious,"

She starts bouncing around you, only to annoy you further at the fact that little springing sounds are heard in every jump.

"Do you think ponies that are avoidant could find companionship?"

"That the most detached pony could make a friend, if they just opened up?"

You only question her presence and she giggles.

"Okay. Perhaps, you can answer this one."

Pinkie gets close to your face.

"Do you wanna have a fun time?"

"Cause what I think you REALLY need, is to have some fun."

You show no interest in her suggestion.

"Such a party pooper."

"Do you remember Twilight? Shes worried that you wouldn't find any friends here in Equestria. She asked me to be your pal, so here I am."

You say that you're fine and you don't need her companionship. She returns with a tough and determined expression back at you.

"I made a Pinkie Promise to Twilight that I was going to make you accept me as a friend, and I never break a Pinkie Promise."

As you look into her blue eyes, you start to get the feeling that shes about to cause you a lot of problems. But you've come this far without any friends and you plan to have it stay that way.

There's no way you'll ever going to accept her as one.




"It's a beautiful night outside. crickets are chirping, stars are twinkling... on nights like these, humans like you...."

"Should be playing depressing video games."

"....tee hee, this is rated 'E' after all."

"But anyways, what should I do to get you to become my friend?"

"........Ah! I got it."

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you. We'll play a game of hide and seek."

"I'll hide the link that continues the story and you try to find it."

You give her an odd look.

"Don't act so naive, you know what I'm talking about."

"I'll keep hiding link after link until one of us gives up."

"I'll leave you alone if you win, but if I win, then you officially declare me as your friend."

You protest and insult that offer.

"Too bad, them's the rules."

She gives a cocky look at you, "I'll have you know that I'm the 1st pony to go to when you want a friend around here, and I'll get you to accept me as your friend somehow. You'll see."

"Well, ready to begin?"

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"Huh. I used my best trick to make that link super-duper sneaky, but you found it."

"..........this is going to be fun!!!"

Pinkie wants to play

"Just because you're going to be my new best friend, doesn't mean that I'm going to be easy on you."

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"You found it already!? How did...... oh! Silly me. There, now I'll stand a chance."

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"Now all that's left is to bring you out of your shell and get you to accept my offer at being friends. I have plenty of experience at getting on the charm of others, so this'll be over in no time."

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"One of the things my friends enjoy is singing. Why not have a duet, amigo?"

♪ Come on, pal. It be a crime.
If I had to break the promise that I made for you.
So just walk over that line,
Because friend, you'll have a really great time! ♫

♫ I know that though you just aren't quite yet sold.
You can trust me, for I have a true heart of gold!
So let's go, let's both get chummy.
Let's go, new human buddy. ♪

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"Just give me a chance. Once you get to know me, you'll realize that I can be as sweet as a cinnamon roll. NYEH HEH HEH!"

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"You'll be part of the family if you accept my friendship. It's a tempting offer because I know that you'll really hit it off with my cousin Butterscotch Pie. Plus, wait until you see my sister's pet rock, he's so adorable when he eats sprinkles."

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"You wouldn't be cheating now, are you?" *Sniff* *Sniff* "Do I smell pumpkins on your breath?"

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"I know what'll get you to accept me, a joke! What do you call an Egyption god that does the Mambo?"

".........a Cha-Cha-Chara!"

"..................ya get it?"

"..........................it's the sun god, Ra."

"..................................................they're watching you know."

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"You're doing so well. You know what that means........... TIME FOR AN ENCORE!!!"

♪ This is where it starts,
This is where it'll stay.
You just keep on fighting,
But there is no other way. ♫

You may keep on resisting,
To the very bitter end.
But I just ain't gonna stop,
Till you claim that I'm your friend! ♪

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"Please stop clicking these links. I'll be you best friend. Oh wait! I would be, wouldn't I?"

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"Maybe I'm not communicating in your language properly? TFW LOL, FTW! BFF?"

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"SMH."

"You know, others think I'm a weird pony. They can't explain or understand my quirky behavior, even I can't explain why I do the things I do, but I was blessed with friends despite my antics. They accept me for who I am, but others like me aren't as lucky. That's why I want to become friends with everypony, so nopony is left out. It's no fun when there's a lonely party guest in the room while others are getting all of the attention."

"Do you know what I mean?"

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"Did you even read what I just said?"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. Ponies, or humans in your case, aren't really that considerate on the feelings of others. The weird ponies ask to be heard and to know that they're counted for being creative, but they're either judged, insulted, or straight out ignored by others. Judged at how they should be acted in society, insulted as they don't like their views or ideas, and ignored because others are only concerned about what they need and to find entertainment in the stuff that they like. It could be video games or maybe stories that they get this entertainment from and it is the only way to educate them; making them realize the actions they're making with their lives at the harsh reflection that's before them."

"So that's what the weird ponies try to do as well. They try to get others to accept them through these medias by using something that ponies are comfortable with. They put their heart and soul into it; making it the best that they can just to open the eyes of others and to show that there are many weird ponies that have great ideas that are both creative and groundbreaking. Very few have achieved the recognition that they deserve, but a lot are still judged, ignored, and insulted for trying something different."

"Don't you see what's happening? I'm doing the same thing right now; I'm trying to get you to like me through these attempts. I have only one shot to impress you, and if I fail, then I might never get another chance to try again. So I'm giving my darnest to get you to accept me now."

"But I'm not only asking you to accept me, but to also help me. I want to know that I mean something to others, that I'm a pillar that makes up their life. I want to know that I can bring a smile while I gain one of my own from knowing that I can bring joy to others. And most importantly, I want to know that I have a reason."

"A reason for living."

"Do you understand now or was that too long for you that you didn't read it?"

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"Ugh....," Pinkie rolls her eyes from you finding the last link, "you really are a stubborn one."

You notice that she's showing little signs of anxiety.

"Listen, the world is a big place to live in and it can be very depressing without somepony to share it with. You know this, I can feel it. Somewhere inside of you is calling out for a friend, but you're just to afraid of the consequences that come with having one. You don't have to worry, I'll be there for you no matter what happens; supporting you throughout it all."

She gives you a warm smile, "Friendship... is really great when you give it a try."

Her eyes start to shine in an innocent cute manner; the kind of manner that would make anyone want to hug and snuggle her with joy.

"Please, will you let me into your life?"

YES

NO

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Her eyes begin to widen with a big grin on her face.

"Really! You mean it!!!"

She starts jumping and spinning around you, "Oh my goodness!! I'm so happy!!!!! I could just....." Pinkie stops and looks over to you. She crouches down and wags her tail. "Get ready, cause you're about to...." She jumps at you with her forelegs wide open.

"Geeettttttt glumped on!!!"

You anticipate the impact, but you suddenly hear a voice in your head talking to you.

"I hope you satisfied that curiosity of yours. Can we please get back to the main story?"

A snapping sound is heard and your world suddenly flashes.


The light disappears and you see Pinkie looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Please, will you let me into your life?"

You look around yourself to see just what happened. You can only assume that you must've been sent back in time a few seconds ago; giving you another chance at possibly changing your answer. You look over to Pinkie.

"Well?"

YES

NO

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Her eyes begin to widen with a big grin on her face.

"Really! You mean it!!!"

She starts jumping and spinning around you, "Oh my goodness!! I'm so ha-

"You've come so far, why are you deciding at having a change of heart now? Don't test my patience and just pick 'NO'."

You hear a snap with a flash.


And then see Pinkie.

"Please, will you let me into your life?"

YES

NO

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Her eyes begin to wi-

"You are aware that I can just as easily send you straight back to the beginning, right? You should be grateful that I'm even giving you this chance to continue the story at all. There's no 'save file' programming here and returning to your chapter would be far more worse if I end it here for you. Finding the chapter you were on would be a sidetrack and an utter nightmare with the list of unreadable chapter titles in this tale."

"So just continue the story already!"

*FLASH*


"Please, will you let me into your life?"

YES

NO

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Her-

*FLASH*


"-into your life?"

YES

NO

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"Welp, I tried. I guess my cuteness can't do a thing for you, huh?"

Her pink fluffy mane suddenly straitens itself and falls down. She gives you a look that makes you feel a chill crawling on your back.

:pinkiecrazy: "The REAL hunt finally begins."

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"Alright you human, I'm tired of playing this silly game. So I'm throwing out all I've got, you piece of you were thinking of some bad words, weren't you?"

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"Havingtroubleseeing?Allowmetoenlightenyouwithasuggestionthatmighthelp."

















































































































































"GIVE UP!!!"

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̡̙̜͔̼̲̘ͧ͂͌ͧͧͯ͋̎̀̅̈́̔͋͐̾̀̕͘͡ẗ̷̜̥͉̣̲̻̫̩̖̫͕̥̝́ͤͬ͌͆̄ͬ͑̽͘͢h̶̝͍̱̦̳̯͖̜͖ͦ͗̐̾̾̏̓͂͗ͣͭ͡ḝ̵̛̩͖̠̬̘̩̩͎̬̙ͯ̅ͦ͒͗̊̏̈́ͥͩ͛ͮ̅̕ͅͅͅy̟̮̟̠̳̹̯̬̱͂ͮ͑̋ͫ͊̅̊͗̔̇̾ͥ̕͜ ̢̢̛̛̬̩̲̹͍͈͓̺̪̲̋ͪ̐̓ͩ̊ͮ̇́͛ͅs̫͚̤͔̦̼̳͋̇ͮ́ͬͮ̉̾̊ͦ̇ͭ͒͘ȩ̶̴̱̰͔̟̐̆̽̇͞è̆̒ͭͬ̆̏̾̋ͬ̄ͥͮ͏̡̛̤͍̟͔̗̞̻̜͢ ̨̈́͊̎̈ͩ̆̎̎ͨ̎̉ͤ̐ͭ̈́̾̏͌͊͜͏͈̲̯̦̬̞̭͙̥̯͖͔a̜̳͉͎̰͍̺ͩ̓͆͑͂ͬͮ͂ͫͧ̑̓̐̾̀͘͜ ͧͭ̓̔̇͗͒̔͝҉̶҉̹̯̳̭͎̱̗̘͍̣̬̠c̋̉̿̽̌ͦ̆͛̎̊͗ͦ̒́͏̩̫͖̣̙͚͇̭̱͔̜r̸̖̺͔̣̯͎̗̙̘̖̖̣̫̉̀̅ͬ͗̈́ͫͦͥ̈͜e̵̩̤̦̰͚̬̥̪̝̜͇͚̱͇̍̐ͯ͂͋͒̂͊͐̀̑͋̉͆͋͑́͜a̢̫̩̻̭͔͚̮̥ͥ̃͂̀̋̐͑ͭͭ̃̓͒͢t͒̓ͥͩ̈́̒̒ͪͧͪ̕͏̟̦̱̻̳̫u̵̢͚̟͚͖̫̖͇͎̰͇̐̌͑̂̿̍̌̌͋̋̊̎͌́̀ͅr̈́̔̂ͩ̔ͥ͒̑̂̅ͭͫ̒ͣ̏̿̈́̚͞҉҉̡̮̗̯̖͓̱̲̭̕ȩ̸̙͔̦͇̪̤̼̠͙̻̠͉̭ͦ͊͐̑͛̍ͥͬ̉̽ͣ͝ ̸̳̥̙͖̬̪̥̗͓̮͍̞̭̗͔̭̈͊̔ͯͬ̆ͣ̆̎̔ͫ̽̒̌ͥ͑̚͝g̵̡̲͍̼̻̝̩̲̥͊̍͑ͥ̏̿ͭ̈ͬ̀͘͡e͖̠̟̮̳̜͕̱̼ͦ̑ͨ̊ͥ̿̕͡t̥̥͈̬͖͎̅̄ͫͪ̋̍͗͌͞ṫ̴̨̡̝͍̻̭̙̟̪̤̱̣̙̯͔͚̎̿ͩ̾͂͂̓̍̄̆ͅi̵͒̓̔͗̊̂̏̌ͩͧ̃͊ͫ̓̚҉̴̶̴̥̖͎̖͚̼̪̝̭̯̮̫͚̪̲̻ñ̸̨̢̛̠̱̜̰̺̜̭̿̆́͂ͧ̀͋̋̄̂ͫ̄͝ģ͔̪̤̬̞̰̰̭̍̂͛ͮ̕ ̡̛̤͎̺̺̺̞ͣ̿ͪ́̿̚u̧̱̰͔̙͎̞͙̓̇̾ͨ́̕͝ͅp̷͔̳̭͓͙̘̹̲̻̬ͦ̓͆̽̄̾ͬͮ͞.̙̼̜̞̦͐͊͊͒̈́̂̅ͧͨ̎̾̇͒ͦ̊̃̚͘͟ ͐͐̃̄͏̬̮̮̠̀́Ḯ̷̴̷̟͕̱̞̥͍͈̳̜̥͚̞͉̮̙̩̼͐ͫͪͭͨ̓t̶̛̲̺̠̰̯̟̔ͩͬ͂́ͣ̚͝ ̨̨̡͕̺̦̳͇͍̻̼̳̰̱̝̞̲̖̪̰̝ͭ͑̈́ͧͣ͛͐ͤ͒͢͜ṟ̙̲͕̦̯̣̭͓̼͓̜̺̭͔̥̭͑͋̐̽͐̏̊ͤ̔̈́̊͆ͯͮ̚͘͢o̧ͣ̒͛͑ͬ̿̋ͣͬ̃ͤͦ̌͆̿͏̨͕̩̙͔̺̺̮̦̝̤̫̙ͅͅͅt̢̮̞̱͈͇̱̼͒̂̎́͌̀ͪ̍ͦ̉͜͟͞a̧̨̗̺̻̩͎̬̺̲̭̖̥̩̲̼̠̖̮͖̳̍̅̈̍͂̀͌̐̀͝t̶͓̻͍̝̮̥̯͕͖̤̲̖̭͖̯̟̟̊̋̔̏͒ͤ̋̑̏ͩ̇̏͡é̿ͮ̇ͥ̽̍͑ͥ͋̇̏ͭ̍̚͏̧̦͍̲̳̮͚̺͕̲͍̲̮̫̝́͟͝s̸̴̯̪̤̗̦͖̫̝̹̖̜̻̠̰̒ͨ̀̂ͦ̅ ͤͥ̒͆̇͏̶̛̥̠͍̭͙̱͞i̢ͧͨ̄͂̎̄̔̀̿ͨ͌ͨͫ̈́ͣ͊ͮ͞͏̢͇̝͎͎̦̗̭͔͞ţ̸̸̝͎͕̟̩̦̮̇ͨ̂ͬ̅̋̿̓̍̓͡͡s̴͎͖͉͇̤̞̜͚͋ͭ͆̓ͩͯ̃̿̃̆ͣ͊̍̄̈̿̐ͨ͡͞ ̸̸̵̨͍̪͍̖̲͇̬̹̫̥͍̗̮̱̭̖̾ͯ͛̈́̓ͭ͌ͬ̈̍̊ͦͨ͆s̿ͪͩͦ̾͑͒ͦ̍ͯ̒̐̿͊̌́̽́̚̕҉͎̠̲̬̩̳͖̭͎͚͇̠̲͘ͅh̵̗͚̺͖̫̘͙̗͈̺̫̹̬̩̗͓̖̠̾̂̓̏̓̔͌̂̀ő̸̳͈̪̪̗̙̯̺̻̹̯͓̹̟̗̉̈̑̊̓ͫͦͭ͒̌͆̇̾̆̀͝u̵̴̶̢͖̩͇͎͕̯̙̥͕̠̫̦͕̯̭̬̯͇͈͛ͮ̈́̔͂ͮͬͯ́̍̆̆͆̀̋͗͊́l̵̡̘̻̱̝͈̲̠͚̫͕̤̬͖̝̼͍ͩͫ̈́͐̃̀́͢d̗̲̰̼̹̝̻͇̗̠̦̩̠̞̓̓ͦ̓̒ͦ̌̐͌͛̚̚͘̕͘͝ȩ̡̘̻̝̦̟̯͉̩͇̼͇̻͂ͭ̓͑ͦͩͧ͒̈̏̚͠͝ṟ̴̨̠̘̳̙̱̪͈̻̜͍͚̳̙̪̜̖͌͋̌ͪ́ ̵̡̙̙̮̩̩̪̥̲̻̲̟̋ͩͥͮ̋͛̃͠͠ͅaͣ̓̐͐̐̅̐̒͋̇ͩ͢͟҉͕̗̣̰̲̖͇̖̦͔̹͔̯̣̀̀n̴̢̧͍̺͚̯ͪͦ́̂̆̐d̞̠͓̫̩̮̦̙̬̺̜̣̝̦̥̀͗͂̎̃̋̋͊̐̓̈́ͣ͜͟ͅ ̨͇͙̹͙̝̠̬͈̬̪̦̳͚͉̙̠̔̿̎̓ͭ̏̓̓͟͞ͅc̷͕̺̟̗̪̄̔̈̓̎ͧ͑̆́͢ŗ͎̣̝̖̣͎͕͉̺̣̹͕̩̟̬͉̘ͯ̓ͫ͛̑̑̂͒͆̅̀̀́̀̚ͅą̮̪̹̳̠̝̩̝͎͈̳̖̖͍͎̖̖̌͛͋̋̈ͫ̿ͩͥ̓̚͞ĉ̔̐ͥ̍ͣͫ̍̅͟҉͔̣̞̞̲̙̣̼̪̻̖͈̼̳k̶̡͙͖̱̱͇̞̮̩̟̦̘̖̮̙̭͚̋̍ͧ̃ͬ̈ͨ̉ͅs̸̢̛̙͎̘͇̬̝͇̲̥͉̏̈̌ͥ͝ͅ ̶̴̸̲̬̪̯͇̥͌͆̆̾̈ͣ͊͋̽͐͒̇͂̍̄̂́͟h̴̡̥͇͉̦͓̥͚̄ͬ͛̆̈́͆̂͑i̢̢̢͙̫̳̝͇̞̣͓̳͖̘̳̩̹͈ͩ̂́ͧ̑͊̄͑ͣ̒͛̑̏̏̃͆̋̏͐͘s̺̟͎̖̝̳̮̃͋ͪ̐ͨ̊̈̐͐̾͗̕ ̢̙̬͇͎̤͈̝̉ͨͤ̿͐̓͒͋͆̾̾̈́̈́ͪ́͠͝ň̴̵̛̗̫̩̫̗̣̮͓͚̠̥̥̳̠̒ͤ̈́̏͐̀͑͗ͨ͑̽̚e̢̓͊̽̎͡͏͓͙̳̖͇̱c͐͛̀ͤ̀̔̓ͭ̉͗ͥ̇ͥ̾̉͛͂̃҉̠͕͙̘̦̱͍̪̭k̢̡̜̺̗̙̱͎̠ͨ͐ͨ̿ͭ͐ͧ̓̆͛ͤ́̂̓̓ͩ̐̑͋͡.̵͙̻̩̩͎̫̰̙̋̀͗̿͞ͅ ̱̰͔̗̲̜͚̥͙̟̳̖̼̻̩̼̤̭͋̒͑ͤ̂͋̑ͧ̔͊̇ͨ̃ͣ̊ͦ̌̚̕H̻̺̣̻̯̹̫̩͉͙ͦ̃ͤ̆̕͡͝e̢ͬ̊͆͒̂̆̉ͩ̃ͥ̔̾̀ͣ͛͘͢͞͏̜͙̹̘ ̸̢̙̼̟̱̪̹̈́ͯ͆̌͋̅̿̐̀͝s̵̭̭̮̥̱̜̹̤̖̫ͨͥ̾̍̑ͮ͒́̀̚̚̕ṫ̷̢͓͙̘̲̯̦͍̠͖̬̘̰̻ͩ̑̑͗̾̂͐́ͤ̀ͦͣ͢͟͝ͅͅa̷͊̆̐̐ͤͮ̽͋ͩ͛̋̑̓҉͖̱̭̪̤͕̱͓̳̗̝̘̱̥n̺̙̭͕̬̦ͦ̈̓̈͋ͩ̒͂ͯͬ̅͂͠d̀͂ͦ̒̑ͯ̽ͧ̍͒̈́̚̚҉̨̛̥̬̯̬͚̕͞s̷̷̘̠̯̼̖͔̰̥̞ͨ̐ͫ̔̒̽ͦ̈͆̽̊́ͅ ̴̀ͯ̽͊͒ͥͩͨ̀̐ͫ́̓͝҉͕͙̫̗̦ų̫̰̞̻͙̱̮͚̟͇̖̝̪̹̈̀̊̇͌͋ͯͧͧͭ̕͜ͅͅp̷̸̨͎͈͓̪̯̝͔͔ͪͣ́͒͢ ̛͍̖̤͈̪̱̬̘͕̤̲̱͖̟́ͫͬ́͑̈ͫ͂̃ͮͦͬ́͞š̡̨̤̩̜̞͈̦͖̫̙̝̝ͣͩ͒͋̍ͮ͂̽ͬ̌ͦ̅ͧ̔̇̌͟ṭ̨̰̤̰͙͓̻̯͉̗̟͓̖̓ͦͩ̇ͨ̊ͪ͐̇͋ͣ͋ͥ̎͘ͅrͬͨ̎͆͑̒̈́ͥͯ͋ͫͧ̃ͨ̿ͬ̏̊̏͏̧̲̭̫̗̞̳͙͔͍̙̘͔̝̺̮à͖̠̣̹̬̟̗̙̙̹͓͈̣̦͍̪̗̹̘ͫͫ̏̑ͫ́̕i̶̧̛̞͍̟̗̠̘̳̜̦̣̗͌̆͒̐ͫ̍ͭͦ́g̶̸̡͙̹̠̬͎̖ͤ̽̑̿h̹͙̜͍͇̠̥̎̏́̿̊̅̌̇̍ͩͦ̏̑ͬ̉̒ͧ̀̚͘͝t̷̢̧̞̟̱̼̟̫͓̜͇̼̠̜̖̖̙ͪ͂ͦ̒̎́ͮͬͩ̈́͒̔ͮ͝͡ ̴̝̺̳̫͎͉̰̱͍̩͍̯͎͖̣͒ͫ̆̔ͤ̅ͯͯ̃̌͞a̯̰̳̝̱̪̱̹̠͈̤̠̬͇͙̫͎̔̋́̎̔́͘͜t̵̖͉̺̳͎͖̣̙͓͎̯͙̬̟̹͇ͫͤ͂͐̈́͒̒̾͗̌́͘͟ 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̸̢̝̥͇̫͎̮̺̯̬̩̼͍͙̓̃̉ͦh̤̹̫̰̝̾͛ͤ̈́͌͘͜ő̸̷̷̦̼̳̫͍̝̞̫̟̙̲̟̩̓̌͌̃l̷̡̝̲̠̫̼͔̪͍̖̺͙̥̭̘̮͍̉̂̚͠dͫ̏͂ͨͧ̉̏̐̓ͤͥ̑̈́҉̛̰̯̭̗͖͙͉̩͙̙͓͇͇̀͜͞i̡̫͉̳̲̯̺̰͈͖̱̪̘͑̆ͣ̔̉̿͐̈̕ͅn͈̙͇̩̝̘̯̰̼̦̣̭͈̮̑̍͗̋̏ͯ̄ͥ͑̈́͐̂̕͜g̞̣̗̙͍ͧ̂ͫ̓ͭ̉ͨ̈ͤͦͫ̽̉̓̚͘ ̊̄̆ͩ̈́̔̈́ͪͯ̽̾̽̔ͤ͊̇͏͏̜̗͉͍̩͓̫̣̭̰̖̳̤͙͙̝̫̀͜h̴̨̛̟̰̦̻̙͈̹̝̼͇̯̙͗ͬ̾̓ͤ̏̅̂̿͛ͦ͊͂͊̓͘ͅi̓̐ͦ̍̄̉ͥ̓̏͒ͥ̆̐́́̍̇͏͏͓̦͓̖̗͈͈͖̳̝̜̲̼̮̰͓̦͕͠͡ͅs̨̟͖̲͇̪͎̟͈̬͙̟̞̯̘̋̾̉̐̏͑͐́͘͡͝ ̶̡̛̖̞̟͔̮̠͚͇͋ͮ͂̌͛̌̋̑̀ͅf̨̮̞͓̱̞͔̪̻̙̩̞͇ͬ̏̅̍ͩ̊̏ͪ͗ͣ̆̉́̚͠i͂̉ͨ͊ͧͨ̈́͐̍́҉̖͍̟̻͉͓s͑̿̅ͦ͌͒ͫ̄̒̎ͦ͌̈͌̋͆ͭ̚҉̥̜̱͈̗̺͔̺̳̜̱̮̠̮̤̮̝͜͢ͅt͛̄͂̓͏̵͟͏̰̤̘̘s̨͎͉̥̭̼̻̝͙̱̘͔͓̤̬͎̍ͪ̍ͩͩ͐ͬ̃̅̔͡ͅ ̡̨̨̫͍̣͚͕̹̪͎̟̯̥͇̪̯̟̥͍̀͂̒̄̑͂͗̑́͗́̑̑̓ͣ̇̚͟͠u͕̙̻͎̙̗̼̠͓̹ͮ̈́́ͬͣ̉̽ͣ̉ͯͦ̉͜p̸̽ͥ̽̿ͭ͘͏̼̯̲̳̣͕͕̗̺͓̬̖ ̧̛̠̠̞̥̦̝͌̇ͪͬ͝i̧̛͇̥͇̲̝̽͑̋̓̑̀͆̓̈́̌ͣ͆̌̀̍̕ņ̷̛̥̖̩͓̰͍̞̬͙̺͔͈̱̫̳̞̜̣ͭ̇̈́ͨ̓ͩ̏͌̒̃̌͌̈́̓͋̍̒ͦ̎ ̛ͬ͛͆̀̍̓̄̌ͬ͛ͭ͆̎̿͌̚҉̤̣̜͚̜̞̼̺͕̘͇͝ͅt̨̨̺͇̘̪͙͓̙̳̮̻̤̯̟̤̖̐̃ͤ̔́ͩ̋͑͊̎̿͂͑͋̽̉ͬ̕ͅh̽͂̃̐͗͐̈́ͭ̆ͪ̈́̃̚͏̀҉͉̠̼͈̪̞̪̻͙̖͢͠e̶̢̩̮͙̗͓̟͚̩͑̐́ͨ̇̏͊ͥ̑͒͊ͭ̿̍̈́̚͜͢ͅͅ ̛͚͔̩͕̿͊̏̌̒̕͞ȃ̛̜͙̩̼̘͚̖̗̖̫̗͍͕̦̼̝ͭ̒̀͗̿̒ͮ́͜i̩͕̠̞̼͔͖̻͔͇̝͔͙͎ͨ̃̒̌ͩ̑ͫ͑̓̿̌́͜͞͞͞r̿̀̿ͤ̈́̐̑̈́̀͏̨̨̢͖̠̼̤͉̯͖͎̥ͅ ̵̧͚̠̤̳̩͍͍̱͓̼̝̗̼̺͆ͫ̍̈́̚t̢̡̥̘̞̹́ͭ̔ͧ̾͗̈́ͨͤͦ̾̿ͯo̼͍͈̻̰̲̜̤͈̭̲ͬ͛ͪ̊ͦͦ̔́̆ͯ̑̆͢͞ͅ 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̨̳̹̤̺̤̦̮͚̬͉̹ͥ̒͛̂ͣ͗ͨ͂͠f̴̢̝̲̠̗͍͖̹͉͉̺̹̭̯͂̌̂̇͋̎ͣͮ́̈̾ͯͪ͗͐̚̚͡ų̢̛̹̩͔͔̮͓̝͉͓̳͈͇͇̫̙̖̆͂̃ͥͯ͒͌̐͐̈́̿̀͢r̵̵̴̡͚̞͔̺̲̼̳̬͚̰̬̝̗̳͉̼͕ͧͫ̊ͯͩ͊ͤ̏̂̀ͅr̸̨̛̝͇̤͈̙̜͍̠̯̦̼̘͓̹͈̪͍͈ͬͬ̊̄̇ͨ́e̷̛̞̯͈̗̱̜̩̣͎̺͉̻̭͔̲͋͐̎ͦͫͥ̈́͐͑̎̂ͥ̋ͫ̚͟d̶̨̘̠͙͉͓͙͕̗͚̟͓̳͈͈͕̣̟ͯ͂̈͊̎̊̀ͭ͒́͋ͭ̐̃̇́ͩ̚͟͡ͅ ̍̒ͧͬ̉͞҉̢̣̮͎̳̣͙̫̖̦̮̖̩͈ĝ͋̋ͥ͊͋̅ͦ͛̉̂͘͏̗̻̣̳̩̼̩̝͚̝́͟͞ͅo̢̞̹̻̪̠̮̣̤̞̥̪̦̻͑̈́̀ͮ̇̂̾̃͠ŗ̨ͪ̔̃̉̄ͯ̐̆̌ͬ̍̊ͨ̈́ͦ̉͜͏̯̤̱͉̟̼̙̱̥̳͕̟̹̲̗͟i͇̹̪̗̩̭̬̣̳̹̊̈̈͋̈́͐̀͡ͅl̛̜̰͉̗͍͐̑ͪ̎̍̀́ͫ̉͘͘͢l̄̏͛ͤ͢҉͞͏̥͎̺͇̹̪̼̮̱̜̪͚a̛͊ͧ́̿͐͗ͯͦ̇ͯ́̀҉̢̤̲͚̻̱̖͖̫̳͙͕͙̫͖͙̫͡ͅ.̴̶͕̗̙̗̏̎̀̍͛͛ͪ͐ͭ̏̓̑ͯͥ̃͛ͯ̆̀͟͜ ̸͚͉͈̣̖̗̮̱͈͙̳̙͚̟̹͇͎̂̎̑̆͗ͧ̂̄͘ͅS̔̑͗͊͂҉̴̸̷̼̳̮̤͔͉͕̬w̶̛̰̝̦͓̙̖̳̪̫̍ͥͩ̌̎̃͑ͨͮ̃̐̉̄͘a̢̳̻͉͙͖̯̻͕̜͈̽̅̄̐͘y̴͋͒ͮͯ̎͋̀͢͏̲͕͙͈̞̦̠̝̣ḯ̸̝̦͕͕̯̦̼͖̲͓̙͈͔͖̦͓͕̖͍̔̏ͩ̉̈́̑ͮ́̂ͬ̍n̛̥̤̹̰͙̟̾̈́̃̓̓̑́ͨ͡͠g̸̷̸̜̤͉̱̳̥ͯ̽ͧ̍͌̕͠ͅ ̴͒̓̈ͮͫ͏̸̡̗̝̖͈̯̞͔̪͚̹̦̭̙͚͚̳͓̟̲i̢͊ͩ͌̆̈́̑ͯ͡͏̸̹̘͓̜̱̞͚͙̜̠̳͎̺̪̙̼͕̀n̊̂̏͑͛ͨͩ̿̓ͩͣ͏̘̗̗̼̞̦̗̳̺̘̫ͅ ̵̨͓̟̘͖͖̰ͦ̏͌̎̀̕t̸̜̹͕͚̙̳̮̩͚͍̄͌ͬ͊ͧ͌ͬͧ͂ͨ͘ͅͅȟ̢̪̣͍̺͍͈͇̙̺͎̎̈̅̏͆̍̄̾͊ͯ̔͘͡ͅę̜̫͓̱̳͈̬̻̘̳̪̻̮̰͓̯̼̄̅̋̽ͮͦ͊ͪ̏͞ͅ ͚̣̪̗̫̺͓͈̞͍ͭ͌ͮͥ̅̒̋̓͑̅̀̀̈͛͜ḁ̶̶̺̦̪̟͕͔̗̮̠̠̟͕͐ͭ̅̐ͩ̆ͬ̆͒̆͆ͯͪ̾͊͢͞i̷ͪ̈̽͑̍̃̈͏̴͍̫̱̘͕͚̼̰̮͈͠r̶̷̛̛͌̌̒̾ͤ̆͑ͮͤͬ̈́̓ͮ̽̂̚҉̳̤̮̞̼͔͈̤̖͉͇̩̞̤ͅ,̶͊͂ͬͨ̓̒̍̏̀̀ͪ̿̅͆ͩͤͭ̾̄҉̹̩͎̞̪̱̹͉̩͍͍̰ 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͇̩͓͔̭̬͓̝͍̻̜̰̬̟̦̩̿̑͑̄̀ͮ̒ͯ̀̓͆ͬͤͫ̊̍̏̽͞ͅã̴̢̡͎̙̯̜͉̬̫̙̳̞͓̖̹̗̜̯͎͈̈́ͭ͑̉ͧ̆̚͘͡t̴͓̹͈͔̬̞̠̿̏͗ͥͨͮ͋́ͩͪ̊ͨ̓̎͐̿̾̌͝ṯ̢̺͉̪͇̩̺̩͉̘̼̩̌̄̀ͮ͑̄͊̈́̕͞ͅi̵̧̡̛͔̝̘͖̺̯̬̠̰̗͉͙͚̅ͮ̅ͭͯ̐̚͜r̐͐̿̐͒҉҉̢̟͖͎̲̳͟e̱͚̤̯͙͍͔̞̹̳̟̦̮͉͚̪͓͐̓̍̍͝͠ͅ ̾̓̓͑̇ͣ͊̓͐͟͏̴̡̝̥̹͕̤̰h̸̴͕̣̘̗̫̖͕͎̫͚͋̔͑̓̅̾ͮͣ̔̈̀͒͗̎̊͡e̴͋ͯͣ͊̍̋̓̾ͤ̌̇̚҉̟̱̘͉͎̜̞̕͠ ̶̷̇ͮͩ͒̈̂͆̓̽ͦ̐̃ͬ̚҉̹̬̞̠͙̮͚͉̀hͮ̅̆ͮ̉̅ͯͥ͑̋̔͏̶̨̢͏͍̻̯̰ă̟͎̟̺͍ͣ̇̈́͛͗͊͒̊̈̀̅ͦͫ͘͢d̸̖͓̫ͨ͂ͫ͊ͮ̽͆͊͒͝͞ͅ ̵̷̨̲͈̮͍̰͔ͧͭͭ̊ͯ͂̿ͨ͆ͨ̃ͣ͂ͯͤͣ̍ͮ̕ơ̴̵̷̡̰̯̗̞̞̱̩̩͇̾ͮ̇̇̌̒ͤ̔ͧ̊̾̾n̸̵͖̱̬͚͔̬̤̟̭͙̓ͭ́̿͐͑̐ͮ̀̀̚͝ ̧̜͉̦̣̅͋̓̔͗͛͌̕w̦̞͔͇͒̂̀ͬͬͪ͆́͢͞a̴ͯ̓̇̌̂̿̎̍͠҉̺̠̭͔̹͍͖̜̳̮͚s̴̢̯̗͇̞̤̤͈̏͐̒̆͆ͥ ̅̓̈́ͮ̂̎͆ͬ̓ͫ͂҉͕̻̦̱̯̦͕̱̪͈̝͕͇͎͍̼̕͡͝a̴̢̾͑͂͆ͣ̄̇̽̏̔̂͋̓̂ͨ̓͂͏̡̧̞̘͇̺̯̰̙̦̳͓̙͇̝ ̠͇̱͌̂̋̒͌ͩ̈̋̅̚͝r̨̢̅͗ͩ͋͐ͨͭͪ͂̎͟͠҉̺̠͚̻͕̱̩̗̮̦̙̬̣͎ē̘͇̺̬͗̅ͦ͋̐̈͊̓ͩ̀d̨ͮ̊ͫ̈́́҉̷̶̻͖̟͈̝̩̥̥̳̲͍̭̱̦͙͘ ̡̛͙̥̞̖͚̪͇̟͓̪̤̙ͫͫͩ̃̃̓̃̋̍ͧ͒̀͜ẗ̢͖͍͇̞̟̞̬̜̥̞͕̰̟̜̩̹̻ͪ̉͂ͦ̉͞i̶̥͓̞͖̯͙̟͈̯̞̜̝͕̿ͧͣ̎̃̀ͮͯe̅̾ͧ̉̑̔̀҉̡͕̖̘̩̩̤̮̤̜̦̫͕̲̰̭͖͙͜ͅ ̵̧̗͓̲̘̣̝͎͍̻͚̠̄̽̔͛̂̕w̡̹͈̘̠͎͚͖̣̬̙̜̻ͯͬͨ̔ͣ͟͢͠͠ͅȋ̡̪̰̥͇ͩ̍̈̋ͪ̏ͬ͊͗ͯ͂̿́͢ţ̛̗͚̙̰̲̰͍͕̝͔̺̰̝̥͊̿ͪ̈ͦ̀̈ͧ̔ͪ̀̚̕ḥ̟̰̥͍̼͕͕̯̮͕̰̠̤͙͚͌̃̽̒̅̆̑ͤ̌ͩ͆͌̔ͬͪ̾ͪ̂͞͡ͅ ̨̳̩̼̻̲̼͔̼͗ͥ͒͑̌͋ͦ̚͘͘͡ť̶̵͕͈͉̂ͬ̈́ͯ̃͒ͬ̒ͦ̐̅͆͊̍̀͜͠h̓̈́̌ͦ̔̄ͤͫ̌̔̓̕͠͏̠͍̜̲̞̤̦̩̤̬̩̯e̹͍̜͈͔̟̞̬͉̰̳͈͂ͬ͋ͬ̉̾͛̈́̏͑ͦ̉͂ͪ͢ 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ͩ͆̏̽̊ͣͪ̒͂ͨ̅̌̊͘͘͟҉̭͍̯̻̖̬̟̮͙͖̳͉̜̖͎͕̩͠cͤ̍͋ͧ̆̂̉̈́̑́̓͂̉̒ͯ̚҉͏̀͏̭̙̼̰̬̯̝͓̲̺͚̫͓̟̗̠͖ͅo̵̙͙͙͈̯̠̼̹̟̰̺̼͎̻͉͐̆ͣͨn͑̋ͬ̂͗͆ͭͣ̓͒͆̓͆̊ͮͭ͋҉̰̠̺̞̬͙̬̰͉̬͉̫̰̞͘͞ͅş̵̛̼͉͎̺̒̈ͭ̌ͯ͠i͔̗͚͉̬̭͓͕̼̞͓͕͕͉͎̙̦ͮ͛̓ͪ́͟͠d̵͕͙̭̘͕̓̑ͥ̈́́̚͘e̡͍̣̘̜̦̿ͭ͐͒͊̍͝r̵̵̫͇̖͚̤̼̰̪̳̠̔̋ͪ̈ͧͤ̒͗ͪͦͤ̓̈̈́͗͑͌̓͊͟ ̷̟̹̖̦̦̰̲͎̺̜͓̖̠͈͕̞̺̔͋̃͊̏ͫͧ͐ͤ̋ͧͯͮ͒̒͐ͫ̋̔́͝t̷̷̨̮̝͓͕̺̻̩͇ͯͭ̆̊̅͊̿ͮ͆͂̑͋̊̚̕͠h͌ͭ̈̾ͭ̅ͤ͑ͪ̌ͫͤ͂́͑͒̀͠҉̢̙͚̱͚̗̣̮͈̟̱̱̙̰̰͚̬̖͚̘͝a̧̢̢̡͈̺͓̥͓̗̘̲͚̹̼͇̳̮̬̹͑̈́͛ͬ̓͟t̵̗̬͙͙͉͓̾̽̆̂͒͑ͯ́ ͯ̊̍͒̇ͭ̈́̊̌͛̎ͩ̾ͤͫ͆̚̚҉̢̜̲̻̤̙̗̥͈̟̤̜̯͎̗̼͓̥̝̲͢͝ïͥ̌̑̔̈́͊ͫͥͥ͒̕҉͇̙͚̞͇͚̩̲̣͇t͒͛ͨ̎ͫ͊̌ͥ̾ͪ͂̊͛̀̚̚͢҉̧̯̤͈̲̻͓̮̼̬̻͉͖͍͓̞͘ ̡̛̜̳͖̫͇̪̦̫̪͚͉̲̱̥͊͐̏ͧ̽̉͊̅ͥ̄̅̅̚h̢̢͇͍̪͎̠̯̪̹̞̖̻͔͆ͣ͌̉͛ͯ̃̀a̸̓͐ͦͤ͆̽̓͂̎͆̏̉̌ͬ̑͋̋̀҉̡̛̯͇͉̣͟s̥͉̘͇͎̺͕̜͎̝̮͗̂̾̊ͧͯ́͒̄̉ͮ̑͂͛̏̒̐͢͢ ̵̷̷̴̝̯̙̋͑̒̋̽̓ͣ̍̿̐͋̅͋̓̒̚͠ͅn̵̨̑̓̊̀͢͏͓̤̟̝ö̧͔̼̙̮͙͚̬̞̤̳̠̗́͐ͪͭͯ͋ͯ͢ ̧̣̼͕̙̼̝̥͎̗̙͎̺̰̲ͨ͂͐̍̆̋̒̂ͦ̅̇͡ͅm̶̖̳̯̖̞̣̦̝̹̝̜͓̘͙̣̬̩̞̰ͧ̍ͤ̌̒ͤͪ̾͟ą̵̨̙̪͍̲͚̳͓͈͇̲͖̻̺̘͍ͪͪ̇̀͆͑̑̓ͬ̾̓͛͡j̶̢̭̝̦̻̰͔͇̬̜̮͎ͦ̀ͯͤͭͣ͋ͮ̂ͦ͊ͨ̾̚͘͝o̸̴̬̠͖͍̱̝̗̱̤̦̺͚̫̻̬ͬͭ͊̒ͣͤ̎͌͠r̡̛̰͈̻̭̟͙̠̘͔̓̆̐͌̂̽̿͑ͫͦ͛̋̅͟͜ ̷̧̜͍͇̝̉ͤ̏ͧ̈́͒͗͘p̴̢̜̖̬̗̰̣̲͕͚̰͚̰̬̔̉͊̃͒͋̓̀u̴̸̢͊̇ͧ̓́̉͆͛͆̃ͮ͌̂͏͚̰̞̳̩͔̞̥r̴̨̓ͨ͂ͣ̋̎͏͍͎̯̘͙̹͎͕ͅp̸̾̑͐ͨ̅̾ͮ̕͢͠͏̰̥̲̰̠̼̬͙͔͕ͅơ̫̬͖͚̟̘̪͇͈̳̪͎̞̘ͦ̀ͪ̀s̢̖̤͔̯̘͉̏̒ͪͩͭ̀͠ẽ̶̷̶̟͍̙̩̱͔̲ͨͣ͑̇̈́̅͌̀ͯ̚͟͢,̴̜̩͖̭͙̖̅̏ͤ͆̊͆̀̑̎̂̔̅ͩ͆̕͟ ̷̧̝͖̻͓͕̫͙̤̪͔͚͚̻̥͕̥ͩ̌͛ͅs̿ͫ̾̋ͧ̓̀̍͂͒ͤ͆̅̉ͭͦ͜҉̷̛̫̞̝̗̥̗̠̰̘͚̘̫͍̭͇̩̭ͅǫ̡̟̰͉͙̩̙͖͚ͯ̈ͯͬ̽̃ͭ̃ͦͥͭ̈̅̓̀ͯͩ̄ͥ͘͜ ̵̨̦͈͚̭͚̪̱͔͔͎͖̃̐ͥ̉͐ͅǏ̷̸̴͓̣̦͕̳̣̰̫͇̠͈̙̒̇̎̏ͮ͐ͧ̌͌̈ͭͮ̍ͩ͟͡ ̴̖̘̹͉̠̫͔̩̯̰̺͉͍̯̼̩͇̝ͥ͂͗̇͊̈̒̿͆͑́̓ͥ̇̊ͮͥ̚͢r̎̽̅ͫͪ̎ͤ͛͂͏҉̷̥̤̩̲̯̮̰̘̕ͅͅę͇͙̖̺̬͇̘̪̫͔̞̥͌͂ͣ́̂̂͆̈́̅̋͛͌ͅt̢̍͒̄͋͗ͯ͛̆ͤ́̆͏̠͚̻̳͓͓̝͙͇̘̯͕̣͔͈̺̮̝̕u̶͓̙͍̪̩̱͕͚̙͎͙͕͓̠̯̗̍ͦ̉̾ͪ̿ͯ̄̽́̚͞r̯̥̦̰͚̜̺̥̥̲̠͍̣̣̻͎̻̖̙ͬ̆̍ͩ͆̓ͧ̈́́͢͜n̷̢̢̝̘̤̜̱̮̯̝̮̝̥̫̠̩̞͈̖̬̆̍̓͊ͮͭͫ̾̐̐̅͟͞ ̄͂̾̐͊̓͊̈́͊ͭͯ̃̈́̈̿ͫ͐͘͏̢̞̞͉̜̟̱͇̱ẇ̶ͨ͒ͦͣ́͜͟҉͕̩̲̟̥͉̱̳̙̞̭̲̯̟̹̦̯i͂͌̎͛ͬ̂͗̾ͩ҉̶̷̧͉̣̠̻̼̤͕͇̗͈̜̥̯͚ͅͅṭ̵̺̳̯̤͎̩̱̣͙̟̙͇̪̄̋̈́̌͗͑̈̑ͩͦ͢͡͞h̛̝̙̺̥̮̠̺̘̱̰̲͎̐̓ͤ̏̾͘͢ ̵̵̶̧̰̼̰̱̪̖͕̮̎̀͒̐͒ͯ̔̔̂̂̂̔́̀̋̌͠m̧̫͉̮̺ͣͧͥ̅͟͢y̡͐ͤ͊͌͆̏͐̈́̆̃͆ͪͭ̐̂̇͑̚͢͏͈̻͓̳ ̷̛̞͚̮͖̖̩̲̺̘̗̤̌̔ͧͦ̃̽ͤ͂̉ͤ̀͢͞š̵̨͉̤̫͓̈́̅͗̔̽̃͜͟͝e̡̛͉̰̣̰͇͖̮̣̺ͦ̔̑̓̀͂͗̄̍̂ͨ̆́ǎ̴̶̻̝̙̪͈̮̙̺͈͖̞̭̿̓̎͗̔͒̇͑̒͗͋̈́͛̇͌ͮ́̕͡ͅr̢̤͇̻͓̣̠̓ͭ̽̒̿́̅ͩͣ͗̇̂̐̆͑͛ͤ͐̋́c̜̼̟͇̘͙͛̑͗͗̄ͯ̎̈́̑ͫ͑͒͂ͥͮ̊̓͒̚͠ͅͅͅh̶̠̗̲̬̭̯̥̳͂̽ͫͯ̍ͦͨ͗ͯ̄ͯ̆̀̇͒ ̴̞̟̤͍̳̱̝͍̼͍̱̹̺̣̞̭̙̬̊ͤ̾̍̑̑͗͛̎͐ͮ̉̆b̨͚͍͈̫͉͇̟̻̟͕̖͔ͦ̀̆̑̔͐ͭͨ́ͯȳ̍ͤ̎ͥ̐̃̊̃̊̉̃̽̅̓̚҉̷҉͓̝͖͖̤̳̲͚̯̗̤͕͔̩̜͈͞ͅ ͔̩̮͕̙̜̱̹̪̜͍̮̥̗͚̣͓̝͐̇ͪͬ͒̓̇̑̓̓͑ͯ̓ͯ͋͟͡ḫ͈̫͙̠̮̖̫̤̹̞̱͙̬̟ͧ̉͛͆̽ͦ̚͘͡e̛̖̙̞̬̖͉͕͍̼̞̹͈͑͗̒̈́̽ͨͦ͐͛͒̕͢͠͡aͥ́ͪͥ̓͋ͣ͊̊̐̍͂͢͞҉̻̩̹̬͎̖̗̻͍̖͔̻͙͍͕͓̰d͌̀̿͒҉̛̛͈̣̲̥̪̜͔̪͖̜̰͇̝̕iͫ̅̀ͭ̔ͦͫ͏̶̹̘̺̞̱̩͓͈̱͇̲̬̞̥͚̕n̡̢̨̹̮͖̩̲̬̐̈́̉͛̏͐̄͐ͥ̀ͯ̎ͯ͑̀͊́̀g̸̋̉ͤͪ͒͒̆ͨͯ̕҉͖͈̖̘̭̺̼̥͉̩̩͙̩̲ ̵̴̾ͥͧͪ̏ͣ́̅ͨ͐ͯ͌̍͛ͯ̉̊̚͝͏̨̯̱̩̺̝̠̗̱̪f͛ͯ̄ͬͤͤ̆̑̀̈̚͏̖͈̟̰͔̲͜ͅo̧̹̥̪̪͇̝͎ͭ͊̑ͥ̎̏̉͋ͩ̓ͩ͋̓̾̓̏͒͡r̿̄̍ͩ͋̇͆͘҉̪̲̝͎̘̫̭̩̼̣͍̮͈̻̤̣ ̷͖̠͉̯̱͇̘̹̼͔̜͔͎̆̔̄͂ͧ͌̒͛ͨ͗͊ͪ̄͜͞ͅṫ̶̘͙̪̻̫̜̞̠̙̮̦͈̠̺̪͔̯ͦ̇̊ͪ̽ͬ̓ͨ͂ͣ̏ͩ͒͐ͨ́̚͟͠ͅh͐ͪ̇̀̃̈̒̊ͬ̏̈ͮ͞҉̵̺̹͓̠̪̝͔̰̜̺̥̙èͮ̿̈́͐ͫͫͨͫ͏̷͚͙̬̫̤̠͙̞͙͝͞ ͓͉̻͙̹̭̥̳̔̎̒̎̏̄́̕͡n̴̢̜̩̰̘̤̤͎͔̱̤̦̮̫̭̬͙͈̾͒͑ͩ͂͑̀̾̽͒ͧ̎͐͗͂̍̂͡ë̶̸̥̥͖̘́ͭ́ͭ͘͡ͅͅͅx̴̢̩͚͍̝̗̤͙̼͔̗͖͇̟͍͍̰̭͕ͤͪ͑ͫ̌͗͂ͩ̍ͧ̽̍͊ͩ̑ͯͨ͢͟͠ţ̵̡̨͕̳̥̲̳̦̯͔̃͑ͤͨͧ́̅̍͌̈́ͥ̑̎̃̍͂͡ ̷͎͇̣͇̹͕̗̬̝͕̥̺̓ͪ̀ͪ͆̐̇̿̎͆̐ͦ̾̿̎̅͟ͅr̡̝̫̥̣̫͉̣̻̱̝̝̅́ͫ̏̍̋͜͠o̸̞̜͖͙̹̥͕̞̘ͨ̂̈́͛͐̏͆̏̔ͣͪ̂͠ó̸̻̦̱̮̙̤̫͇͓̗̲̱̹̣͕̣̦͒̌ͩ͊̀̉͂ͤ̃̽ͪ̾̓͢m̴̢̧̛̮͚̥̩͕͙̰̰͓̼͇̩̙͛̓ͥ̀ͧͦ̆̊ͦ̈́͛ͦ̿̇ͨ̿ͯ͊̀.̐̓̍̋҉͕͉͙̘̜̥ ̢̡̛̗̻̣͕̯͕͖̺̭̟̰͈͉̱̭̙̉̾̋̉̑́ͧ́̾̄̂̄̌͞Ç̧̤͙͈̗̮̞̰͙͕̖͉̺̜͌̑̈́̒̓ͭ̉͢͝͠ǫ̷̶̨͇̟͍̖̼͍̼̦̮͔̤͔̥̣̈̑͒̂̾ͣ̏ͅm̧ͮ͛̀ͬ̐͋͛̃̒͋̕҉̸̞͚̩̟̹̬̫͢ͅeͯ̊ͫͯ͌̃ͩ̋̋̔ͤ́̿҉̛̼̬̘̺̻̪͈̮̰̘̳ ̵̶̈́͒͊͑ͨ͑̓҉̴̢̥̳͙͍̯̲̞ͅǫ̵̩̙̺̞͈̳̳̣̟͎̭ͫ̓̉͜n̴̠̦̩͙͉͎͚̫̗̰̦̱͕̜̻̣̣̤̍̑͑ͤͮ͑̕͜͞͠ͅ ̷̴̸̮̻̝̺͈͔͇̤̪̬̻̲̓̆͑̿̎̎ͨ͐ͭ̈́̕T̡͇̰̩͙̐̋ͨ͐͌́ẉ̷̟̩͚͓̦̖̘̻͇͕͔̞̹̼̻̻̎̀̔̈͂̍ͯ̿̓̿̀̚ị̛̭̫̻̩̤ͭ̽̃́̔ͣ͛͋ͤ̄̃͐ͯ́l̢̫̞̟͉͈̩̪̆̈́̾̈͛̄ͪ͂ͫ̿͊ͥ̌̂̇̏͘̕͜͝i̸̡͔̞̟̜̓͛̍̌̏ͭ̆̈̊͌͂ͨ̍̓ͫͦ͌͛͡͡ͅg̶̢̻̜̫̹̞̗̰ͮ̆͂̋̍̀́̚ͅh̢͎̗̙͍̱̤͖̽ͤ̊̽ͨͧ͗̀̂ͪ̅ͨ̊͢͞t̴̴̡̩͙̺̖̘̲̳̳͔̳̲̲̺̙̠̰͙̔ͨͪ͌ͫ̅͋̅͊͌̀͘ͅͅ,̸̺͇̼̜̪̹̞͖͂ͯͯͫ͝ͅ ̵ͮ͊̊̄͂̂ͨ̾͆̾̓͋̉̀̿̏͋͑̀̕͏͖͚̤̗͈̳͉̭̤͢ͅȳ̶̟̪̩̤̱͇͇̞̘̜͎͔̗͉̪̺̈̏̽ͦ̒̑̑̈́̓̑̽̿̿͑ͤ͢͞ͅo̵͕͈̜̦̗̣͚͔͉̩̘̅ͮ͌ͯ̄̒͘͜u̴̴̡͚̱͙͙̦̩͓̙̬̳̖͖͇ͭͤ̌̌̈́̒ͪ̅̎ͦͯͣ̀̂̀ŕ̢̨̖̻̠̦͚̠̪̳̤͍̫̱͎͕̻̦̜́̑͆ͥ͘͡ ̞̠̟̲̗͎̜̫̖͉̦̟̹̙͑ͨ̚͜͝a̵͊̾͑̄̓͝҉̖̝̬̺̻̬̮͔̬͎͜ͅ ̺̳̗̦ͣͪ̓͑͗ͨͭ̃͋ͪ̽̿̕͜p̢͈̖̖̣̖̦̪͕̮̺̞͚̮̞̝̙̖͓̓̐͌̽ͦ͑̈́͊̌̓̄́ͤ̔ͬ̄́͘͘r̸ͣ̿ͣ͑̿́̍̄̅҉̸͔̤̜̟͡i̴̶̢̩͓̥͔̬͎͒ͨ̅̋̂͌ͯ̍̔ͯ́ń̵̨̖̦̣̯̥̣̝̳̜͗̄͑̑̒͂̃̂̅͒̓̚͜͡ͅc̸̡̛̤͓͈͓̯̮̜̝̞̗̤̘̝͒̎̍̀̚͢e̴̘̲̣̤̭͚̗̼̠ͥͥͤ͗̕͘͜͠ͅͅs͒͊̔ͦͫ̿̐ͣ̈́̅͆҉̴̧͎̬͖̠̞̻̺̺̰̫͚̺̹̥͍s̡̻̪̯̜͔̙̬̠̭̩̮̖̮̗̰̣̝̞̥ͩ̍͐ͪ̓͌͒͌̾ͧ͊̑ͮͮ̆͛̅̑́͠,̸̶̷̪͔͔̟̜̈́͗ͧ͗̾̂͐̔̽ ̄̾̀̒̽ͪ̉͊̊ͧ̋͂ͤ͛͐ͩͦ̅͏̢҉̙̬͈̖͇̩w̨̢̫̠͓̼̦͓̖̥̮ͦ̆ͦ͌ͮ̏̐ͫͪ̒͌ͯ̓̈̾ͅh̶̛̞͔̪͍̬̲̩̟̿̏͑ͧ͗̑̎́̒͘͞͡eͤ̅̀̅̈́̊̓̆͏̡̛͏̲̣̜̞̦̟̪̥̱̬̮̘͞ŗͧ̌ͨ̃ͣ̿ͩ̌̏̑̓̚̚͏̼̖̗͉̭͙̹̬̫̥͖̱e̴ͥ͐ͤ̓ͣ͐̽ͧ̀̌̋̊ͬ̃̚͏̤̗̣̹̫͇̯͠ ̸̷̧̧͔̹̤͇̹͎̣͈̪̙̺͈̞ͣ̈̂̏̆̅ͭ̀ͫͧ̓ͤ͊̀ͣ͗̚ͅw̶̶̨̬̲̥̫͓̮̫̥̙̲̳̙̞̭͑̑͌̔͂͛̓̌͒ͪ̂ͬ̓͘͞o̷̙̱͈̥̭ͮ́ͯ̅ͣͫ́̀͜͝u̶̶̲̯̩̥̳̟̮̱͑͒̑̇̏͊ͭ͢ͅl̴̸̨̨̧͉͙̺̯͔̟͙͙͈͙̲͚̤̫̺̹͓̅̏̇͑̌d̛̛̫͉͎͕̒̆͆̾ͬͧ̓͛̇̉́ ̎͐͗̅͌̃͊̾̍̇ͪ̈̾͆̊͘͏̧̹̬̞̣y̡̨̫͈̲̙͉̬̌͒́͑ͩ̿̒͊ͣ̒͋̊ő̴̧̼̙̞̘̬̞̹̝̱̿̀ͯ͒͛͑̊̐̾͊̽͛͆̓ủ̶̸̧͚̱̹͇̞͙͎͔̯̘͆͑̃̉ͨ͌̉ͤ͒́̚ͅ ̢̡̧̞̖̬͚̫̥̱̠̭̤̥͆͛̀ͬ̄̀ͮͤ͆ͯ͜͠b̶̛͇͇̝̩̗̖͇̙͖͖̞͙͉̻͈̗̯́̇ͭͫͣ͋ͣ̂͑̓̓̐ͨ̀̚͢ȩ̸̯̱̱̘̳̖̬̲͎̖̪͙̞̠̘͇͖̗̒ͧ͆ͫͭ̅ͪ͊̈́͛̀̚͟͜ͅ ̷̴̠͎̗̰̝̝̩̞͓̺̟͉̠̩͕͍̺͈ͧ̈͂ͨͯ̚i̸͆ͣͩ̊ͪ̎ͫ͆̀͂͝͡͠͏̗͓͈̗̗̹̠̱ͅņ̴̴̧̛̥̬̜̮͔̟̯̫̠͎̖͓ͨ͂͊ͮͥͤ̑ ̢̯̣̰̱̥̬̟̟̪͈͎̙͙̭̖̠̋̋ͯ͗̒ͤ͐ͬ́̋ͫ̇ͭ̔ͭͩ͞y̟̜̫̤̯̩̩̩̝̦͎̬̒̓͌ͤͤ̒̾̓̏͊̌ͪ͗̓̚̚͢͝ŏ̷̶̴̵̵̮̬̝̼̲̠̳͙̅̌ͪͪ͊ͫ̅̿ͤ̎̓̚u̧͈̠̪̯̱͍̖̙̤̮ͤ͐ͦͩ́̕̕͜ȑͧ̈́̇́̊̇͐ͯ͜͏̜͖͚̮̬̭͔̤̠͈̳͖̤̣̰̬̰͙͎̕͜͡ ̴ͩ͒ͯͧ̈̿͢͏̭̖̗̠̻̳͓̝͉̜͙̩̲̮̫̘̫ͅc̓̏̎̊̋̋̊ͣͭ̈́̒ͦ̊̾͂ͩ͆̚҉̡̳̬̥͓̣̺̱̫͇̬͉͚̮̟̦̦̝a̵̡̝̹̳̝͙̼̣͇̦͋ͮ̏͛̎͊ͬͮ͗̐ͮ̚ş͑ͩ̈́ͨ̄̈́ͪͧ̉ͯ̃͑ͧ͆̈́̾҉̟̩͈̫̝̩͞t̨̘̠̘̗͍͔̻̙͖͙ͮ̔̔͛̃̽ͧ̿̉̀̀͜l̨̯̖͓̫̣ͦ͆̇̔ͣͨͬ̈̈̆ͥͮ̍͒̿̃̔̕͘e̟͕̳̬͔̺̪̯̘̳̞̹̼̮̩̳̜͂̓ͩ͗̍ͬ̓̆̈̐͊ͦͮ̒͆ͮͩͨ̃͘͢͠?̸͍͍̬͔̤̲̘̦̫̣̟͕͓̭̜̭͍͒̏̇ͬͧ̾ͧ̈́͝ ̯̭̟̺̯̤̺͚ͥ͆ͬ̐ͧ̃ͮ̈̎͝Aͤ̉̌ͬ̓ͦͦ̾̅ͪͨ̉͗̐͏͕̲̣̖̣̣̫́s̵̯̲͎̙̝̱̃̇ͬ́ͣͪ̌̔ͦ̿̿͞͝͞ ̧͚̲͙͕̥̦̲̳̖͉͈̻̲̞ͣͩ̎͑ͫͭ̓̀̚̕ͅI̷̛̟̹̬͇͚̩̪̦̗̟͉̖͍̠ͮ̋ͬ̽̌ͧ̔ͩ͡͡͡ ̬̺̖͈̗̻͇͎̬̝̙̩̤̔̿̍̑̐̆͒͐̄ͫ̀͘ͅp̵̢̨̗̱̭̹͍̝̮̓ͭ͑ͬͫ͂̃̄̌̕o̬̬͔͔̬͕̖̠͙͚̬͖͙̯ͬ̿̎̈́̏͡ͅṅ̪͈̦̖̰̪̘̝̤̝̗̰̌̐̊͂ͥ̏ͮ͆ͮ̊ͬ̿ͫ̓̉̂̀d̂͌͌ͫ̉͗ͭ̀̊̓̈́ͦ̀̒͟͏̷̘̥̫̖̗̥͍̦̳e̷̶̮̣̭̮̜̹͕͈̜̭̞̭ͨ̆̇̍ͣ̾̈́̿̂̊͌̒ͤ̃͋̑͂̐͒͞͝ͅr͐̅̀ͣ̂̇ͬ͂̇̏ͤ̆̅̌ͭ҉̡̲̲̹̕͝ͅ ͈̞̞͕̣̭̲̺̯̺̭̻̗̯̽̇̎̃͋͜͞t̷͇̜̞̝͈̳̖̳̗̩̳̪͍͑̄ͤ̂̌̃ͧͬͬ̽̾̕ͅh̪̥̬̼͎̼̘̮̣̹̳̹̥͕̻͉ͫͩ͐̉ͭ̓̀̾ͭͦ͗̕͝a̶̡̛̪̠̟̬̫̻̭̮̠̠͍̤̣͈̲͑̈͋ͮ̍ͩ̒ͣ̾͗̀̏ͩ̃͠ţ̵̼̝̥̪̜̪͓̞͉͓̖̖͈͖͎̣͓̃ͫ̎̈ ̶̵̝̫̹͈̹͉͔͖̪̟͍̼̺̱͚͙̭̥ͬ͑̈̊̓ͨ̊ͤ̋̚͡t̵̛͈͎͉̺̼͇͍͕͊̾ͮͦͣ̽͂͘͞͡h̵͖̟̲͚̐̀͑̿ͫ̂̎̕͡o̶̙̜̖̹͓̪̭̥̝͔͈̰̞̔͌ͨ̄̽ͨ̃͗̔̍́̚͠͡ͅũ͒͛̉̀͟͝҉̙͕͓̲̬̠̫̞̙̬͖̟̭̻g̶͑̒ͪ̄̀ͩ̓ͬͣ̈ͤͪ̈́ͬ̅҉̴̪̳̹͕͎̟̭̘͘͝h̾͆͑͌̄͜͏͓̬̖̠͇͚t̛͖̠̥͖̺̲̼͉̤̰͓͌ͧ̀́͒ͧͪ͊̀̀͝ͅͅ,̸͌̒͛͛͂̚͏̷̨̱͓̹̬̜̙͔̱̬̟̫͔̹͜ ̸ͪͦ͋͒͑̇̈́͂̉ͧͧ͛ͩͤͥ̊̏͏͙̜͎̠͎̪̠͎̖̙̮̩̟̤̩ͅI̡̧̳̙͓̮ͦ͗̅̑̋̌́́͐̂̓ͩ̑͌̊̔͟͢͞ͅ ̧̛̞̫̬̯͓̹̹̦͉̝̉ͥͩ͂̍̀̇ͨͬ̀ͨ̄̔ͬͣ̿̆̀͟b̢̢̛̜͇͈͓͈̼̙ͦ͗ͦͦ̾̏ͤͪ̌̑̀ͮ̒ͯ̓͐̇ẻ̶̴̡͚͎̼̺̯̖͉̱̲̫̮̤̦͊ͣͩ̆̋͂ͫ̾̇̑̐̔ͣͪ͊̚͢͢ģ̶̬̗̤̬͇̝̙͖͙̬̑̓̌̍ͬ̋̈̾͋ͬ͑̚̕̕̕ì͆͛̎ͤ̆̈́ͥ̽ͫ̍͂͌̇͏̢͡҉̨̗̠͍͇̯̳̯̼̥̘̯̜͖̝̘̹̙̺ñ̸̴̤͈̳̱̹̞̖̘͓̜̞̥͚̄ͩͩ̓̓̽̄͛ͩ̍͝ ̷̵̴̴̤͇̘̣͓͚̰̜̝̠͍̜͇̳͋ͨ̑̃̚͟ș̨̤̬̳̞̥̔̂̔ͅͅͅl̸̂͂ͮ̅̽͗̽ͣ̏̾̊̓̓̔ͣ̒̚͞͏̭̞̯͍̱ͅǫ̴̶̜̲̼̰̮̮̙̪͕͉̤̠͔͍̞̹̐͂͑͂̓̂͊̂́͟w̸̙͍̠̫͍̋̈́͂̅ͥ̐̈ͬ̊͋̿̆͌̈́̔̉͌̀i̷̷͔͓͇͇̜͓̜̼͕̖̳͔̻̼̅̓̑ͪ͑̓͘ͅn̡̙̲̼͈͉͙̗̝̮̓̏ͯ̓̍̄͋͒̎̾͐̉͌̀́̀g̶̷̛͈͓̗͍͕̥̻͔̯͚͖͚͓ͥ͒͐̍ͩͯ́̚ ̸̺̺̜̖̱̦͕̱̰̟͓̼̮̮̥͐ͤͫ̏͂ͣ͒͒͒́ͦ͐͑̀ͦ͒̈͟d̡͎̺̠̟͇̽̊̈́ͭͯͤ̅͗̎̈ͯ̌ͤ̋̋́̕͜͟ͅȯ̧̡̲̩͇͉̖̥͔̬̬̣ͮͣ̓̃ͭ͌̌͒ͮ̾͗͞͠͞w̷̢̙͙͉̟̹̘͖̘̼̙̱͚̳̲̲̘̭͓̞̽̋ͩ̆ͮ͗ͩ̎̑́̚n̩̲̺̞̼͈̝̩̹̠ͭͯͬͥͥ̔ͦ͆̃ͧͮ̚͟͟ ͉̣͔͕͎̳̻ͥͯ̈ͭ̅ͤ́͘͢m̧̈́ͨ̐ͦ̔ͧ͆ͧ͂̅͒ͬ͊̈̔̓͌́ͯ͡҉̬͈̫̤̮̪̺̭̦̦̥̻̮̼͉͟ỳ͗ͫ͊̎̌̾͛̉ͤ̂̎͛͟͠͏̪̭̰͕̣̱̥͈͝ ̴̨̮͎̦͉̲̝͉͙̔͌ͦ͗̏͛ͮͩ͒̂͢͞ͅp̡͋̀ͩ̓ͪ͠͏̸͚̘̬̦̲̪̠̜͔͚̮̞͟a̸͓̗̲̜͚̪̺̺̤͉̿̋̔͒̒̿́͘͟ͅͅc̵ͦ̂͂ͫ̔ͭͯ̓̆ͧ͗ͨ̋̐̓̑́̒̑̀҉̴̺͙͓̬̟͖̹̱͉̲͈͖̯̰̯͖͎i̸̧̛͚̤̖̱̟̘̦̰̮̱̣̠̩͆̔ͧ̌ͣͪ̌͑ͣ́̑ͦ̐͋̿̚͟ͅn̸̮̰͓͚͇̗͓͇̣͎̳̞̽͆ͩ̇́͆͌͋́̋͗̍ͫ͗̓ͦ͗̚͝ͅg̶̨͈̤̟̥͍͔͙̙̩̬͓͕̀̌̅̍͐ͨ̏̍̂ͅͅ;͈͍̰̘͙̾̈́ͬͯ̒̓́ͅ ̡̛͕̤̫̤̙̖̞͎̟̮̫̭̻̻͈͑ͤͪ̉̔͑̌ͮ̓̄̓̆̊̈ͣ̚͞h̵̵̨̯͙̗̙̦̅̊̏̄ͣͣ͑ͣ̀̀͆ͬ͋ͪ̄͂ͫ̎͟ą̵̢͕͚̮̼̝̦ͯ̈̽̏ͧ͌̂̿ͥ̃͐́͠͞ͅv̢̙̘̝̰̇̋͂́͆ͪ͊ͬͦ̈͆ͣ͒̐̅̑͟͜i̡ͪ͌̄̄͌͛ͣ͛̈́̀҉̵͓͖̺͝n̥̞̣̼͇̯̺̫̙̙̭̩̼̬̭̙̟͌̄̊̆̏ͪͪ̆̄ͪ̌̂̇ͮ͒̄̂͂͋͞͠͝ğ̴̭̗̖̫͚̮͙̰͚͖̰̟̹ͯ͐͂̃͌͋͛ͯ̂ͭ̓ͧ͊͑ͬ͗ͭ͢͜͝͝ͅ ̔ͭͥͣͨ͆̾̊̿͒̓́̇́҉̶̨̭̮͙̹̭͙̬͖̙̘̪̻̭͜ͅt͂͆̽̏͊̃͐̾̉̽̊҉̶̤̺̫̰̮͘h̬̱̱̺̖̭̖͍̫̲̬̘̰̗̥͈̲̤̏ͯ̆̈͆͋͒̇̒̌͊̊̉̕͝e̴̳̯̮̹̳͇̩͆̉́̍ͨͦͥ̃ͤ̚͘͜͠͞ ̶ͨͣ͑͟҉̝͔̱̱̦͈͇͍͕̰͚͎̤̠ṣ̢̙̲̬̩̣͙̣̠̤̳͈͉̭̦̤̥̹ͪ̒ͥ͊ͫ̋͆͂͟͟t̵ͭ͒ͬ̑̐͠͠͏̩̗̪̭̲̜͇rͤ̇͛͐͂͒̽̌ͣ́͏̴̩̭̯͈͓́a̴̢̡̯̫̬̖̮͎͍͈ͭ̋͂̓̇̽̽͠n̨̊ͦ̔̌̀̐̈̄͐̏͊͒̔̓͂ͮ̈́͘҉̵̡̹͇̙͕̹̯͙͚͚͈̖̰͍̩͖̞g̅̾̍̍̋̔̈͗̀ͬ̅̎͆̅̈́͒̈ͮ̔͟҉͍͚̥̝̠̯̟͓e̵̱̬͙̻̗͎̳͉̜̰̖͕͓̯̙̖͐̔̇̄͆͒͗ͭ͂͗ͮ͢͞͝ͅͅs̜͉̱̩̜̬̮̹̺͓̘̪̀ͣ̋̐ͧ͋ͧ͢͡t̍ͮͮ͐̏̽̊̔͋̌̂̂͋͟͏̢͉͖̬̺̼ ̨̬͇̭̙̦͈͉͕̗͙ͥͧ̃ͪ͆͂ͪ̒ͧͬ̈ͣ͐ͬͮ́̕͢͡f̗̰̩͇͍͓̗̦ͯ̐̓̓̈̈̋̆͆͐̿́́̑͗̃̇ͮ͊͡͝e̶ͩ̃ͩ̆͊̊͋̿̿̈́ͤ̽͑̎҉҉̶̰̪͈͖͙̙̘̩e̶̷̲̼̳͓̬̠͓̼̤̗͙ͭ͛̾͗͂͝ͅlͥ͌̐ͦ̾̄͋ͤ͢͠͏̼͎̝̤̟̥̣̬̘̜͝i̴̛̜̟̦̤̳̫̜̰̩̫͔̦̤ͨͣ̇̆̂ͫ̒̽͑̂ͥ̓ͣ̋ͫ̃̄̓́n̎͗̈́͑͒̓ͤ͏̗̳̞̳̺͖̩͞g̢̪̦̤̣̫̫̯̲͍̤̩̙͍̯̦͋ͦ̃̈́͊͊͗̊͐̋̿̓ͮ͛́̌̊ͫ͢͡ͅ.̴̢̧̺͉̰̩̺͕̬̣͓͊̾ͭͮͯ̉̃ͨ̊͆̎͗ͣ̄̾͐̚̚͠͝ ̡̜̱͕̘̦̝̮͕̣̞̪̞̿ͪ̒ͣ̆̏̍̎̉̈́̄͐̂̉̇͡Ǎ̶͇̘̠͖͚͕̣͓̫̓̓̂̑ͫ̈̃̒̈̒̕͜ ̴̸̘̲̟̬͇͔̳̌̾ͭ͑̑̾͌̎͛̍ͧ͛̎͌̍̆͛̀͋̕͞ͅͅf̧̳͖͈̹͔̫̪͇̭ͩ̈ͩ͌̏ͮ͊ͯ̎̒ͮ̊̾ͬ̈́̀̚ȩ̸̭͈͔̗̥̺̦̦̫̝̳̣ͮ͑̒ͤ̉̄̋̓ͦ̚e̵̦̘͖̣̠̭͕̣̗͙̟̱͚̰̥̭ͦ͗ͥ̿̿̈́ͯͧͦ́ͭ͐́͘͠͞ͅl̢̡͎̪͓͖̗̝̍̽̓̿ͪ͗̿͗̈́͋́ỉ̶̷̸̘̯̙̫̤͍̳̩͖̬̭̮̆ͧ̊͑ͤ̽̎͒ͪͅn̡̢ͯͪ̿̌̈́̃̅͏҉̫̱̰g̵̲̲͉̗̪̘̼̠̥̖̫̥̔ͣ̈ͥ͌̉̂̕͝.̸̣͖̺̠̥̭͔͇͔͇͍̖̳͍̰͙̈́̇̆͆̑͞.̢̬̪͇̫̜͉̫̬̈́͌͂͗̑.̢̠̪̝̻͓̏̌̑̔̒͆̿ͭ̓ͫ̓ͮ̔̇͑̀̀͘.̸̢̳̙͍͉̺̣̗͉̼̞̳̦̠̜͍̠̗̋̽̉̚ ̢̢̡͙̬͈͖̗̮̳͎̯̫͕ͣ̓̊͐̃̉̽̎͗̓̅͛́̌͆͂͊̚͘ͅͅt̴̵̵̫͈̭͈̮̼̣̮̖͉͕̹̖̼̐ͧ̿̇̓ͪ͠ͅḩ̸̢̱̤̥̞̮̭̫̭̞̲̖̫ͥ͗̚͝ͅa̴̡͍̟̦̪̮̩̼̻͔͚̭ͦͧ̈́ͥ̀͘͡t͉̯̹̻̪̫̝̝͕͙͍̪̫͓ͣ́̔ͦ̎͑̎̓͝ ̡̛͖̬͎̰̰̮̘̲͖͔̲͉̰̈́͆̓̓ͯ̀̕ͅͅṯ̛̟̫̞͍̼͉͉̠͍͍̟̐̄ͤ͑ͯͪ̕͝e̴̢̡̘̖̖͎͈͙̣̪̜̺ͨ̄̎̿͒̓ͬ̓͞͡ͅl̸̴̢̢̮͇̜̮̹͇͙̙̲͖̲͙̐͊̓̉ͭͫ̾͋͛̑́͒̑ͤͣͯ̽̍̓͘ļ̙͖͕̖͎̱̪̜͓͎ͧ̉ͨ̐̍ͬ̊̔̀̚͜š̷̤͖̯̲̝̪͌̾͌͊̉ͬ͌͆̅̈͞ ̶̻̮͔̻̼̹̖̞͖̼ͮͥ̋̉ͭ̀͛̅̑͗ͩͦ̃ͭ̉̉͒͠m̵̞͎͙͇̩̭̝͔̠̗͙ͪ͊͋̾ͥ̑ͤ͗͌͗ͬͮͬ̓̅́̚̕͠e͋͊ͨ̓͛̈͋ͬ̌̓ͩ̊̿̒̽̅ͧ͏̡̺̟͇̘͈͕͖̀͜͟.̭͇̹̝̝̝̺͖̮̩̙̞͍͚̫̻͎͊̃͗̃ͧ̂͂͢͢.̶͛ͦ͂̈͛ͤͣͩͬ̊̄̽͑ͬͬ̈̄̚͏͎̻̤̣̱͔̮̣͚͙͇.̸̵̴̵̝̪͎͚̯́̒͊̓ͩ̐͊ͬ̿̒ͪ̇ͬ̀̎͘.̛̱͉͚͈͙͈̬̖͎ͭ̈́̿̎͒͒ͦ̆̄͊̋̍͊ͣͣ͂ͅͅ.̴̧͔̰͍̯͙͓̪̟̻̮̜͌̅ͮ͒ͤ͐̈́͑̀ͮ̐́.̛̞̘̬̼̠̝͓̱͊ͫ̔͒̔ͭ͌ͮͧͬ͒͋͑̋͌̉͒̇̚͢.̵̙̙̥̲̏̾͑̒̐̅̊̇͆ͩ̂̍ͤͧ͂ͩ̉̀͟͜ ̫̹̰̭̣̰͍̠̯̱̣͎͚̺̖ͮ̏ͥͣ̿͊ͤ̄ͩ̌̐̽̐̔ͪ͌́̿̚̕ț̶̨͇̩̝͕ͣ̐͂ͧͤͥ͆ͩ̽͒ͯ̅̒̈̑́̚̚h͈͈͕̰̞̤̼͈̳̯͓̫̜́̐͗ͬ͌̐͆̓̀͂̌̒̕͝ͅa̴̛̖͈̙͕͚̝̗̲̹͉̬̅ͪ̑̈̃̇̓ͨͫ̅̊͌ͬ̈́ͯ̚t̴̍̔̿ͨ̓̈́̐ͫ̈́ͯ͒̈̆ͧ͂ͨ̾̀͢͞͏͓̜̼̦ ̸͔̯̭͓͓̗̞̩̻̫̫̘̗͉͚̞͎̈́̎̅͌̓̔̑̒ͦͯ̍͆̈͐͆̉ͩͩ̚ͅȈ̷̶͙͎̣͈̈́ͭͯ͛̊̊̇͝͝ͅ'̴̈́̈ͪͬͦ̈͆͊̚͜͏̲͇̭͙̼͚̻͇ͅṁ̷̙̦͎̯͇̞̗̰̰̺̙̙̘͖̜̫̹̜ͯ̂̐ͤ͆ͬ̒ͫ͒ͯͦ̔͌̅̋̀́͡ ̷̨̻̳͓̠͇̤̻̠̤̙̏̋̿͂͛̑ͥͦ̓̌̅̑̀̇͜n̷̶̪̠̪͚͉̥͇̙̻̲͕̬̣̮̩ͣ̾͛̊̈͑̋̃̀ͯ̃͘͟͡ͅo̲̥̭̼̦̳̰̭̦ͤͯͣ̅ͧ̌̽̄̊ͤͮ͊̿͂ͮͯ͆ͪ̕͜͞ͅt͍̣͉̘̖͉̰͔̳͓̼͙̠̼ͪͬ́ͭ̒͆ͧͭͫͮ̆̐̆̓̓̆͛̚͜ ̢̦͍̞̼̪͂̎̐̅̅͌̈͂̆͊ͤ̄̂̊͒͘͜͠ȧ̴̴̢̯̝͙͉̻͖̹̉ͤ̌l̨̧̡̡̗̭͙̞̺̣̬̖̙͚ͣ̒̿͑̾͢o̵͇̳̲̰̟̮̘̭͓͖͈̹͖̟̱̟̩ͨ̉̎͑ͫ͗̈́̐͊͌́̾̃̀͟ͅn̯̯̠͙͈͇̹͕̫͎̖͖̻̠̲̩̜̗ͦ͐̓͆͟ͅĕ̡̩̖̯̙̙͖͕̔̔͌̋ͫͭ͛ͬ͒̽́̕͡ ̸̱̰̣̫̑͌̅͆ͮ̒́͜͞i̓ͧ̑͋͐ͧ̇ͩ̒҉̗̬̜͓͞n̨̛̖͚̳̤̰̬̤̟̥̹̳͖͕͙̟̮̞̗͙̐́̆̔̾́̚͠ ̴̴̛͇̜̞̠̖͍͖̦͙͍̖ͯ͊ͯ̃̈́ͩ̈̅͆ͦ͒̚͝ͅͅh͊̾́ͧͤͪ̉͛̇̋̈́ͥͧ҉̢҉̶̝̱̜̮̭̫̘̥͍̰̥̀e̡͇̬̱͉̩̻͔̹̍ͧͩ̓̊̍́ŗ͌̊̿̆̄̾ͦ̋͂͋̇̃̚͞҉͖̝̬̥̖̱̣͍ḙ̶̸̛̮̥̩̬̠͖͕̜̭͈̀͑͋͋̀̋ͨͥͭ́ͧ̿ͩ͂͆͢.̸̨̻̞̹̬̻͔̪͍̮̜̫̳͑̎̄̔ͫ͊̌̿͊ͮ̐͗̆̉̅̾̿͟͞ ̧̗̣̝͙͔̗̪̣̱̜͍̭͎͙͇̠͚̓͑ͪ̈͋ͪ̽ͫ͛͋̊͗͗̓ͬ͊́͜͟S̡̜̰̹̘̩̣̻̘̰̺̣̦̜̞̬̆͗ͦͨͪͣ̑́̕͝ͅl̢̟͖͖̩̖̲̭̯̬̝̖̟̟͎̖̥̫̿̄̓̾̓ͧͮ͘͡͞͠ô̧̹̤̠̻͉̔̆ͥ͆ͭ̾ͦͫ͊̓̏̇̈́̋̏̚̚͜ẁ̶͙͖̬̰̦̦̑̔ͨ̍͊̇̊͌͒͑̑̅̀́͞l̷̡̰̜̹͓̭̅͛̂̅͡ͅy̮̯̳ͬ͆ͭ̿ͤ́͒̀̎̇̾ͮͯ̇̎͜͝ͅ ̢͇̹̹̪̖͔͓̣̜͍̙͓͔͎̈́̍̈̅̉͋̅ͬ́͟͞͞͠I̶̫͔̯̠̦̖̙̠̺̙̦̰̯͈̠͕̞̽̔ͮ̓ͦ̊ͨ͗̂ͬͣ̃͛͂̾̚ ̸̨̺͍̙͓̺̖̭ͧ̓̃̂ͪͬͪ̃̅̿ͮͪ̆ͅt̸̡̧̫͚̤͈͕̭̮̗̞̪̗̯͕̽̄̃͑̏ͦ̉̔ͮ͊u͙̼̬̖̠͚͖̹̭̪̱ͩ̄ͯ̊̐͌͊͑̔͑́͜͢ŗ̖̖̬̜̙̳͉ͭ͛͊̑͑͐̒̂̃̌͂ͪͭ͘n̵̡̡͎͎͖̣̳̰͉̣͕͍͍͚̝̜͐̄͆͂͐ͧͯͩ̑ͮ̈́̊͊͗ͥ̀̚̕ ̸̧̛͕͔͚̻̲̱̪̹͓̻̩̻̩̪̐̽͂̍ͬͫ̒̃̽ͣ̉ͬ͊ͧ̈́̃͜ͅá̷̸̴̧̮̞͙͙̮̹̖͕̲͖͒̈̋͂͆̀̉̃̚͡r̡̙̟̣̲͈͇͈͉̳̉̓̓ͨo̷̷̢̩͎͓̖̊͐͐ư̸̬̼̦̹ͥ͛ͯͮ̿͊ͨ̒ͯͭͧ͂̎ͮ͛ͮ̎̔́ñ̢̘̤̹̙͓͎͓̖͉͕̻͈́̔͒́ͩͬ̏ͦ́͝ͅd̯̻̱̲̳̱͚̗̰͖̎̽̌̌ͤ͛̉͝,͉̭̪̙̣̗̖̣͈̘͙͉̟ͮ̔͂̋̀́͢ ͥ͒͛̀̾̀̒̄̂ͭͭ҉̘̜̮̠͉̰̣̟̰͍͍̦̟͉̱̯̫͢r̢͎͈̼͔̭̘̯͗̒̅ͨĕ̆ͥ̾̈́ͯ̉ͧ̾ͣ̊̈̔̈̓͏̮̱̣̬̼̝͓̦͎͓̫͕̳͕͇̲͔̞̬͜v̵̲̮̬͎̪͎̖͎̝̹̙͖̗͖̥͈͍̙̉͑̾̑̒ͨ͗͂͛͆̓̏̊̓ͮ͋̒͑̍͜ͅi͊͑̿͗̂̑ͮ͠͡҉̴̫̲̥̺̩̬̹̰̥̗͠e̶̻͇̩̰̮͇̱ͬ̎̀̓̀̂ͬ͋̒̒ͨ̑ͩͣͪ̉͠w̽̏͗ͥͬͧ̒̓͛̍ͬ̂́̂ͩ̾̅̚҉̱̞̺̠̪̳̟̬̥̜ͅîͦͨ͛̐̃̓̆͊ͥ̓̐͛ͣ̀͊ͬͦ҉̳̘̮̤̱͘n̛͚̘̟̲̫̘͎̯̜͚̪̲̭̻͚͛̌͗̌̉ͦ͛̔͌ͮ̓͒ͧͫ̎͑ͭ͜͢͝ͅͅg̵̘̻̭͚̲̞̹̹͙̬̰̦ͧ̂ͨ̄ͭ̾̕ ̴̨͔̘̩̳̺̦̞͇͈̭͇̞͎̪͙̹͍̯̩͆̐̅̏̊̽͑ͨ̓͆͐͌̾̈̒͋͊̉m̨̫̳̪̖̻̦͍͙̹̹͙͙ͯ̐̍ͪ͘͘͢yͯͫͬ́̄҉̵̵҉̪̼͕͚̬̠̹̞͓͎̩̙̖̤̲̘̝͡ ̸̡͍̦̜͓̤̞͊ͪ̆̂̄̐ͯ̂͋̎̃̓͑̐ͨ́̏̿͠ͅͅș̸̴̨̧̨͙̫̰̯̺͍̱͇̖̠͖̭̭̬̳͙̤̿ͪͤͤ͗ͦ͗ͮͤ͗ͭͣ̈́̑̚u̵̷̡̢͇̯̱̬͇̙̮͔͇̪̖̱̱̟͋͐̏͑ͤ̍ͥ̈́̏͠r̛̺̯͈̫̯ͧ̒̓ͬ̓͛͑ͪͮͪͥ̀̈́͒̽̌͗́͘ŗ̇̓̾ͣ̂ͮͩ̋҉̪͖̲͉͔̪̞͕̗̕ȍ̷̷̢̻̠̩͔̭̬͈͔̦̠̬̥ͫ͑ͮ̎͆̾ͅũ̷̞̲͎͈͉͇̙͙̘͖̼̱̩̣ͫ̃͛͜ņ̷̷͉̫̙͈̦͔͖̉͌̉̄͑ͪ͗ͯͩͪ̀ͬ̽ͪͪ̊̚͘͞dͭͬ̅͊̐̇̑ͣ̓͒͏̵̕͏͚̞̜̣̦̘̩̗̟͎̺i̡̖͖͔̬͍͈̜̖̘͐̎͛ͯ̍ͩ͋̌ͤͧͨ͆ͪ̋͌̒̍͌́n̛̝̫̹̯̼̻͈̏́̐̑̇͗̈́̌̊̇̃͛ͫͦ̉̐̅̂̏͟͢g̥̼̥̰̼͕̠̻̲̲̺͓̠̥̙̜̗͑ͯ̐ͨ̂͢͡ͅͅs̍̄̂͌̅̌̆́̏ͯͦ̒̇̊̍̀͞͏͏̱̦͎̦̠̞͈͈̺̙͉ ̴̛͈̦̬̳̗̰̫͍̭̤̙̘̖͇͚͊͐̅ͬͧͭ̑͂̓̊͂̉ͥͩ́͠v̡̛͎͍̘͉̻̼̲̼̦̜̦͔̽͛ͥ͐̈́̅̄̚͟e̷̘̥̘̟͚͙̹̙̭̞̼̻͚͈͍͎̍̋̅̃̾ͮ͆̑̊̉͡r̴͇̺͕̮̙͙̯̙͕͍̘̞̓̈ͨ̌́̉̔͗̈́ͣ̒̄̾̒y̲̥͍̭̪͇̮̳͋̌̊̅̇͆̌̇͑̕͜͢͝͝ͅ ̡̡̛͇̯͓̥͈͚̗͈̦̫̩͎̯͉̉ͨ̌͂ͪͮͬͣ̀͗̚ͅc̖̤̪̹̲̯̙̻̗͔͕̬͖͈͎̩̼̝ͨ͐̒͑ͬ̈́̎ͩ̍̒͛̇͌̚͢͜͟a̔̇̔͗͐̈́̅̋̊͆̉͑͑̍͛̋̈͐͏̢̪̰̹̟̖̻͔̣̲͙̖̭̩̀ŗ̵̘̝̫͕͓̄̾ͤ̽ͣ͆ͤ͝͠ē̶̸̖͈͙͖̦͚̟͎͚̗̣̳͉̏ͭͣͯ̆̀̔ͅf̴̰̭͍͙̦̖̝̙̼̲̰͓̥̥̬̈́́͂̓ͯ̅ͨ͝ȗ̑̓͗́ͬ̆͑̉ͧ͗͏̨͈̤̱̥̱̘̯̠͖͔̰̭͚͈̭̥̀l̛͙̞̤̳̬̣̓͒̎́͌ͬ̈́ͭ̚͜ͅl̴̸̨͈̭̺͉̺̫̯͇̝̻̻͓͓̻̙̣̙ͤ̈̊͋ͭ̒̉̃ͤ̓ͧ̋ͪ̀̚ͅy̷̷̡̭̪͕͔͉̙͖̗̳͈̾̑̽̐ͧͣ̔̃̃ͥ̃͂ͥ͒̉ͥͅ.̴̸̭͇͉̼͚͚͚̻̰̠͕͉̼ͬ̌̎̿̍́͟ ̷̎ͫ̃̂ͯ͋ͥ̈̆́̑̋̓҉̱̲̺̼̼̺̙̫̖̀̕T̷̨͛̀̆ͪ̾͞҉̘̩̠͈̼̝̼͈̝̩ḩ͓̲̖̞͎́̒͂̉̀͡͝͞e̵̢ͣ͑̐̈̍͌̅͒̋ͪ҉̡̠̹̝͈̗͎͙͖͔̟͉̣͎̮̹̱̻͠ͅ ͤ̂ͮͭ͂͊̋̍ͪͥ̏͗͂҉̶̧̝̣͖͙̥b̵͗͛̿ͪ͗̂̂͌ͦ҉̤͉̠̝̣̣̳̙̖́èͣ̏̔̓͆̓̊̍͆̚҉̡̝͓͙͎̼̣̻̘̬̖̙̩̣̟dͥ̉ͭ̊̂̎͊ͤ̓͏̷̨̮̙͙͈̠̺̤̪͙̱ ̮̻̯̱̗̤̩̪͚̹͚̪̖ͦ̿̅͒̓̑͒̓̾̔̒̓̓̾̀̚͘ͅr̛̄̎͐̂̄͟͏̴̸͈̺̺̹̯̦͎ͅͅe̶̷͙͕͍̫̤̤͍̳̯͗̾̑̒̆́͊̚͘s̶̡̡̡͈̦̭̼͇̰̰̣̻͍ͣ͑͌̄̏̍̃͒ͣ̄͐͐ͩͯ̎͌ͫͯ͡tͮ͑̌̾ͣ͆̕҉͙͖̪͚̰͕͕͈̪̦̰͔̥̪̪͍̪ę̸̙̯͚͓͔̹̬̗̯͔̮̩͈̻̥̭̘͗͛̊̐ͧͫ͋͂̈́͒̎ͤ͌̉͌͌ͬ͌̀͠͠d̛̯͔̙̗͖͙̣̙ͦͧ̀̋́ͯ̓͊ͦ͒͜͢͡͠ ̛̫͇͙͖̾̅̾̾ͭ͛̆̍͆̒̈͗ͦ͟a̵̘̣͍͍͈̹̋͂̄ͥ̆͞g̵̤͖̬̮̣̠͍̖̻͍̔ͫ̐̐̊ͮ̆̍̋̇ͥ̎͌̿̉ͫ̾̀͒́͝a̢̙̣̥͚̪̻͇͔̖̒ͯ͗ͤ͋̇ͤ̽̀̚͟͡ͅį̵̞͖̮͎̼̜̣̼̙̳̪̭̗̪̗̼͆̀ͦͨ͂̏̓́n̵̐ͬ͒ͬ͌̆͗ͫ̀͘͜͏̜̙̭͍̼͈͓͍̭͔̬̠̯̠̥̳͖͈̣sͩͧ̾̔͊̇̑̃̍̎ͮ͒ͨ̊͌́͟҉̥̦̩͙̲̝̬͙͠t͎̼̦͖̮̝͚̠͔̫̪̹̟̜̠͇͈̪̒ͦͫ̾͂͠ͅ ̹̫̪͍̰͍͚̺͓͈͌͌͛ͣ̀ͦ͌ͥ̋̑͢͢t̢̪̰̟̼̭͈͕̯͕͓͍̼̪͎̦͑ͩ̆̑̆̀h̴̙̫̬̱̘̣̥͔͕ͪ̌̋̌̀ͅe̢̫̯̠̫̟͙̝͚̩̺̦̦̼̻͕̅̇͂̉̆̔̅͊̒̊̃ͥ̐̉͗́̕͟ ̖̘͚̹̻̠͈̠̱̺͔̥͉͕ͩͧ̍̃̔ͩͩ̿ͧ̚̚͢͞w̵̵̪̥̤͙̜̺̻͌̅͗̄͌̔̔̿͆̄̍ͯ̑̇̿a̴̼̗̫̭͈͉̰͉͛̎ͨ͋̍͗̾͆͑ͦ͆̓̏̏̎̈́̿̿̉l̷̷͕̘͖̙͉̠ͤͧ̿̈́͊̄̓̀͜͢l̡̧̊ͮ̉͗͛͋͆̂̇ͨ̉͂̓̒ͣͮ̆͏̲̠̺͉̠̬̥̻̹͓̗͙͈̀ͅ,̵̧̢̮͖̘͖̫̖̙͎͇͈͎͒́͗̈́͛ͧ̒̈́́̂ͩ̀̚̕ ̢̳͍̪̪̞̫̜̪ͪͯ̌͆̔͛͗͊͛́ͦͦ͐̓̏͘ţ̣̩̟͉̞̟̦̤̼̞͉̹̮̣̖͓͖̂̄̿ͩ͂̅ͧͯ̋͐ͩ̕͠h̷̺̰̖̞̻̦̓ͬ̄̋͂̓ȩ̛͛̾̎ͮ̈̊ͨͧͩ͆̂̇ͨ̒͊̔͋̐̀҉͎̭͖̳͍ ̧̲̮̻̳̰̗̲̼̬͔̪̬̝̭͓̄͊ͯͩ̉ͮ̑ͫ́̀̚̚d̵̶̻̞̺̟̣̺͓̥̦̖̝̜̖͚̰̯̦͆̅̿̐ͪ͆̕͝r̨̧ͮ͌̿̍̐̌̈́͌ͯ́̒̋̚͏̨̛̼͓͍͍̦̞͕̮e̴͙͇͖̫͓̦̹̘͎̗͙̙̰̝͕͙̞͕͑ͭ̍ͦ̾̄ͣ͊̇̆́̎͋̈́ͮ͢͝ͅs̸ͥ̿̈́ͧ͛ͮ̈́҉̷̜̙͉̗̗͔͉̫̘͘s͚̟͉̯̙̮̟̳̺̦̫̭̮̳̟̃̔̒̆͋͆͂̒͟͡ͅe̷̢̡̮͙͓̠͎̯͎̱̙̲̰͇̺͕ͯ͐ͥ̋ͮͥ̑̒̌̓̀͡ŗ̷̷̵͖̺̲̣͍̮̗̰̪̰̪̘̲͍̬͙̜̅ͪ̀͐ͬ̈̃͆͊ͨ̃͊̆̐̐ͮ ͓̲͔͚̖̯̮̻͓̣͉̟̺̒́̄͐̏̎̊̈̋̇͆̾̅ͪ̐̕͜͟i̷͇̗̼̟̘̖͉̖͕̐ͤ̔ͤ̋͛̀ͯͣ̍͑́͗̏̇͞s̬̱̩͕̤̔ͨ̆̏̀͡ͅ ̶̤̣͚͖̞̦̖̱͉̠͚͖̜͖̀͌̒̅͑ͬ̊̓ͦ̿̍͂ͬ́͘p̶̵̴̟̙̮͔͓͙̤̦̭̱̣̰̱̲͉̽͋̍̔͊ͫͯͧ̂̽̾̓̓ͭ͌͠ḷ̢̡̝̰͙͍̻̹̲̺̀̈̄̃ͦ̏͂́́̄͋̄͂̿̄̏͊͆̚͠a̶̧̼͙̝̣̬̱̣͇̯̜̘̲ͪͨͬ̍̀ͦͮ̀̑̓̈́̒̂͂́͒̾͘͠ͅṅ̳̣̥̼̳̩̩̺͈́̏̐͑́t̶̡̳̰͕̠̰͔̰͙̳̿̀͋̐̅͊͑̌ͭ̈ͤͫ͋ͫ̒́̚̕e̷̷̦̘̖͔͔̲̭̼̤͉̱͊̅̂ͨ̓̇ͯͫ̾̊̊̂̂̋d̸̸̵̻̱̺̯̜̿͆͛͋ͨͧ̆͐͊̓̕͞ ̸̡̛̆̀ͥͨ̉̒̃ͥ҉̦̞̲̭͇̞̬ͅͅt̶̢̢̝̘̤͈͎̟̜̫̂͂ͣ̑ͬͬ̍̔ͭͤ͌̓̊̈̂̅̎̈́̚͢o͚̰͔̟̥̖͉̙͍ͯ̔̾̔ͦ̀͗̈̒ͨ̂͐̓ͣ̕͠ ̶̰̞̹̯̩͉̭̯̮̣̖͌̽́̆̿̓̌͘͢t̷͔̪͈̲̘̗̂̔̓̇ͥ̽̃ͩ͑ͣͭͪh͓̥͖̱̉̈͆ͨ̈͂̄̓̋͑͒̄̾͂ͮ̀͘͟͠e̷͚̥͖̜̠͉̝͔̮ͩ͌͊ͪ̃͑̏ͨͮͫ̒́͘͜͞ͅ 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̶̢͈͔̖͖̝͔̦̠͔̦̐̍ͫ̑̐ͪ̔̽͂́w̸̧̍͆̿̀̏̏̇̄̇͜͝͏̥̫̪͕͍͓̟̩̜̩̰̱̲͖̖ͅr̷̛̬̯̼̣̰͍͇̣͖̻̯̝̲̺͍̰͖̂̇ͧͣ͘͢͟o͂̋̓ͫ͋ͪͯ͏͏͉̭̠͕̟̣͖̭̟ṋ̰͓̙̦̤͋̉̌́̋͌̍̃̓̈́̌̉ͪͣͬͮ̚͢ģ̩͓̱̟͙̟͙ͣ̑ͤ̓̀͘͠͠ ̴̨̖̟̙ͪͥͩͧͤͩ̓ͫ̑ͫ̓ͤ͐ͬ̒͗͂ͯͅẉ̷̶̴̣̜̪͓̱͕̔̌̅̍͋͒̋̈́ͪ̾͋͂̋͑͂̊̀͐͡ỉ̡̧͖̜̠̼̯͈̰̯̯̭̬̺͓̱͔̈̽̏̋̏ͫ̍̄̓̄͗̈́̀͘͡t̸̡̛͖̝̤̳̲̰̟̭͚̾̿ͯͩ̋̄̇ͤ͒ͬ͝hͮ̅̾̓̊ͨ́̉̑̒̐ͦ̄͛̒̄́ͯ҉̰̰̫̖̲̯̫̦̝ͅ ̷̶̛̠̫̺̟ͥ͒͊̿̐ͧ̍ͩ̃̾͆̐ͨͣͭ̕i̮̞̘̰̽̿̑͋̿͑̕ͅt̵̸́́ͥ̇ͦ̈́̃ͬ̿ͨ͗̽͊͗̆̀͏̡̪̟̻͈̗͕.̷̪̘̠͉͚̤͈̤͖̹̭̗ͯͤͩ̿́ ̧̻̮̦̤͇͔͖̭͖̂͆̒̎ͮ̓͗ͭ̌̍̂ͬ̎̽̈̂̊̎͟͜ͅŢ̴̛͈̥̝̲̱̫̖̣̲̑͂ͯͧͦ̏̓́ͮ̈ͮ͋̒̕͠h̸̰̪̹̪̐ͥ̉̓͂̌̅̉̋́ͥ͐̚̚͝e̸̷̞͖̣͓̣̦̮̗̙̬̟̱̗͇͉̟̿ͮ̇̄̈́ͪ͠ͅ ͦ̈̽͆͂ͣͮ͛ͪ҉̶͇̬̘͙́į́ͨ͒̈́̊҉҉̡̪͉̪̟̩̜̠͔͓̯̰͇̘͚̭̤̜̙̥͞m̵͌͛ͫ͐ͧͧͨ͒̉̏͐͒̆̀҉̢͈̹͕̤̳̥̼͔͔̣̞̖ͅa̞̪̰̖̺̣̜̮͎͍̭̩̐ͮͯ͡g̶̡͍̟͉͍̭͖̼̹͈͇͇͚̱̦͗ͣ̎̇̒̉ͦͥͣ͌̅͌̅́̚͞e͆͗ͥͯ̍̊ͤ͒͛̽̾̑҉̧̗̮͇̟̼̯̞̯̫̪͚̪̕ ̴̸̨̹̣̘͈͔͍̣̔ͨ̿͂̋̿ͩ̒͝Î̴͉̹̲͓̳̙͈̮̮͉̤͕̈́̾̈̓͑̍̏̂͆̍̎̚͢'̸̴̰̫̣̠̳͗ͯͬͧ̂͛ͅm̷̶̥͔͇̤̫̳̲̹̤͓̞̘̲͙͔͖̈́̃ͯ̏ͧͭ̍͊͒̈̍͛͗̈́̔̎ͦ̀ ̷̡̙͓̮̳̫͉̰̥̬̖̲̘͙̆ͫ́ͨ̑̈́͒͒͐ͤ͢͡s̷̵͕̟̺͉̮̥̺͓͙̻̪̬͖͔͙̰͉͛ͪͪ̿͝ͅe̡̳̬̣͕̬̼̣̙͓̤ͧ͛͛͗ͯͫ͌̑̃͒ͪ̅̈́ͩ͢͡e̵̴ͥ͂̍̌ͪ̃҉̴̦̦͕͓͖̦̩̥̙̦̣̟̺̬̗͙̞͎͝i̸̛̼̰͎͓̥͓͖̖͚̬͑̍̊̿ͮ͒̏͗n͚͙̠̮͕̤̠͔͇̥̳͊ͦͤ̈́͗̓ͦͮ͛̾̇́̋ͦͩͨ̔͜͝͞͡͞ğ̹̼̮̯̺͖̥̣̹͚̝̼̩ͮ͆̂̆ͯ͌̔̽̽͊̈́̀̚͢͡ 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̸̧̛̤̺͈͖̰̬̯̘̭̗͗ͣ̋̓̾ͭͯ̾̋̈́́̚͝d̛̝̪͉̙͍̖͖͉͙͈̦͈̦̺͖͉͌͑͋̈͆̍̑̑͋̒ͭͮ̅͝i̧̢̮̖̥̥̅̈́ͮ͐ͩͯ̌͋̈̄̿̓̌̏̾͊̚̚͘͜͞sͪ̈́̃͌̃ͤ̅̓ͭ̍ͨ̌̐ͮ͘͜҉̵̸̯͍̖̤͖͎͉͖͍̗q̞͙̦̤̜̝͔͖̘̳̫̣̜̮̠̌̔͐ͯ̈́͂̃̄̊̈ͭ̈́͋̆̊̾̇̊̓͢͝u̴̘̻̰̮͖͐̄̇̎ͨͦ̿ͬ͑̄̄̊ͨ͘i̵̛̲̩̯̼͍͚͚̤̯̟ͫͥ͛͛̔̑̊͂̀̓ͦ̅̎͊ͬ̽͋̀̚͜ͅe̶̷͂̅̔̑̔͌̐̌ͫ̀̒̀̽̔̿́̚̚҉̩̖̝̳͇̤̝t̜̤̗̫̞̖͓̳͖͊ͫͥͥ̊ͨ͋ͬ͋̀͘.̧̢͓̱̤̬̫̣̞͖̹̲̩͉̰̭̌͂ͧ̏̎̊ͮ̉̎̀̚ ͥ̀̇̿ͩ͆̒̃͆ͧ͒̃͊ͦ͗̋̎͗̚҉̸̴̧͖̻̗͔̥̠Į̥͔̝͇̩̼̞̊̽̃̐̂̋͑̔͒͌ͯ͆̐̿̓͂͠͝͞ ̧̬͍̥͍̰̫̠̘̣͉̪̯͙̺̿̎̄͛͠͝ç̷̵̥̖̻̠͍̩̳͂ͫ̂̎̏̾ͯͣ͒ͣ͆̌̓́̃̉̍͑͞a̶̸͉͇̰̠͈̬̪̩̱̭͍̘ͬ̒ͦͧ̕͡u̴̩̝̦̤͓̜͉̥̠̱̙̝̥̯̬͚ͤ̈͌ͥ̏͒̌̈͂͑ͮͬ͒́́t̸̟͈̳̳̜̬̪̠̞͉̗̝̄ͦͯ̍̕͞ͅì̧͚̖̗̖͔̱̙͎̮̜̬̱͚̈́͐̾̅ͨͥ̓͐̒ͤ̈ͮ̑̒̾̓ͯ͘͜͟ó̆̋͑̿̽̾ͦͫ̂̆ͤͯͥ̓̍҉҉̪̮͉̗̗͇͇̥͍̫ͅư̷̢̜͍̩̘͖͕̤̤̟͌͗̎ͫ̓͐͐ͣ̇ͭ̈́͆̋̌͠s̢̧̼̬̺͇͔̠͈̼͕̥̥͗̊ͫ̀̌͋̅͛ͪ̚͜͡͞l͌ͫ̅̔̿̈́ͮ̂̒҉҉̻̲͇͜y̵̬͙̳̭̪̺͈̌̃̽͆̔̍́͗͒̑͊̚͢͡ ̴̴̵̛̬̬̰̼̦̺͙̻͕͎͙͔̼̳͎͔̩̼ͥ̽̍̿ͣ͂͜ͅa͒͋ͩ͗̈͋̽ͤ̇ͫ̄͋ͭͦͪ҉̷͚͓͖͉̥͉͉̤̜͉̙̼͟p̣̮̺͖̫̩͇̪̟̬̭͎̬͊̔ͨͯͣ̃ͯ̽ͬ̆̊́̀ͨͧ́p̴̨͔̯͕̭̅͗̊͊ͮ̂̒͟͠͞r̛̙̘̬͙̖̄ͥ̍̈́͋ͩ̓̐̄̒̀́͟͡o͌̄ͤ̒ͦ҉̷̸̧̗͙̜͉͓͙̗̘͍̝̠̫̙̘͢a̋̍ͣ͐̏͏̷̢̳͕̥͚̟͍͙͙͉͕̫̙̯̞̳͟͡ç̸̛͈͉̣̣͔̫̥̪͕͎͔̘͓̬̘̹̠̟͆̓ͬ̒̆ͮ̀̓͗ͬ̔ͭ͗̊̀̚͢h̴̛̥̠̻̻̱̼̙̙̣̱͙̥̥̐͒́̋̊͋͆́̕͝ ̶̜̻̯̟ͣ̏͋͋̎͊̾ͧ̂̊̃̈ͯ̈͜t̶̨͈̩̻͔͉̻̹̦̽̔̓̓̌ͩ̑̒͊̒̎̄̑͡ͅh̢͕͙͇̜̭̺̖̠̲͕̺̞̣̥̤̺̮̆̽̓ͤ͆̍͌ͨͩ̋̆̔̔̏͒ͫ̒̀͡ͅe̵̺͔͙̬͇̖͚͔͉̩̙̼̜̫̯̓͗̄̓̀́̕ ̢̛͎͈͎̖̫̰̮͙̜̲̿̑ͥ̒͑͗̆̐ͤ̊̈́ͤ͛͗̕r̸̸̛̫͕̣̜̩͈̟̹͉̝̫̣̹͇͒̔̋̋̿̉͞ͅè̛͐ͯ͋ͭ͗̆͂͂͐̊̒́̇̒̑́͏͚͚̱̜̬̝̠̭̲̬͎̝̲̩̼f̶̴͍͙̬͍̱̓̍̿̐̓́̈ͤ̈́̒ͬͨ͛͟͝l̛͔̞͔̳̝ͤͦ͊̂̂͟ȩ̷͖̭̯̘͇̥̐͑ͪ̑͑̿̽̍̀c̛ͦ͂̾̎̽́͆͌̓͝҉̝͖͙͚̼̖̻̺̝̫̜̘͎t͚̺̻̥̩̖̻̹̟̜̘̖̿̀̅̈ͫ̓͌̾̏̚͡į̷̴ͤ͐̆ͨ̔͞͏̖̦̻͇̼̺̭̲̹͔͇v̸̞̳̬̭̱̒̅̌͐̊ͨͣ̐̊͡ͅe̴͈̖̦̳̜͔̭̭̻̙͖̊̌̅͒̃ͦͫ̓͠͞͞ͅ ̾ͯ̋̐͌̏̈͐̽̚҉̨̭̩̭̤̟͙̤̮̟͎̣̪̮̭͔̺f̌̅̓ͬͬ̔̽̓ͫ̚͘҉̰̟̺̺͖r̡̨͕̼̖̱͕̆ͣ̆̇̀̕à̴̧͇̗̹͎̗͇͓̬̮͎̬͚͓̺ͦ͑̆̀m̵͎̻̮̹̪̲̯̞̞͑ͬ͑̃͛͌̎ͬͣͯ̒̉͛ͬ͂ͮ̃͜͢ẹ̼̻͕̮͙̞̼̮̠͖̳͔͖̬̩̘͎ͭͫ̏͗̀͢͞,̷̛̺͓̣̞̳͙̲̤̹͍̀̌̓̑̏͒͌̂̉ͦ̇͆̊͂͝ ̧͔̻̝̩̣̱̬̩͖̫̳͓̳̦̺̯̱̞͚͛̐ͭ̈́̚̕b̗̭̗̳̥̻̠̪ͫ̒̑ͭ̂ͫ̑̾̇̔̉̀͘uͥ͗ͤ̌̂ͣ́̂̈́̂̅͌̍̄ͭ͑̐ͦ͏̴̧̤̙̻̥̩̼̱̮̩͖̬͎ͅtͣ̈́͐ͩ̇̐̈́̓̓ͦ̌ͯ̿͑ͨ͏̡̡̛̙̠̩̺̭̞̤̘́ ̢̯̰̝͑̄̐̊ͫ̽͐͑̊̂̽͟m̷̴̛̦̦͓͉̪̥̫̩̼̜̹̳̥̣͚ͩ͗ͥ̽̃̀ͩ̀ͅy̨ͤͧ͗̆̈́ͣ̊̒͗̍̎ͦ̑ͨ͞͏͕͓̣̱̗͉͚̬̗̺̘̪͡ͅ ̨̬̱͓̜̣͚̥̘̟̍̂̈ͦͪ̕m̴̛̭̫̲̘̩̝̰̻̦͚̬ͥ̈ͧ̏͒ͫ̿̉̇̽̏͛ͨ̊̕͢i͗̓͂̔̒̊͏̴̛̻̩̫̝̭̩̜̝͖̰̻̹͞r͐ͧ̊ͬ̆͛̔̏́̓̌̓̀͒̉҉̶̭͈̼͈̼̰̼̳͉̺͓̗͕̟̰ř̴̡̤̟̻̳ͪ̾̉͗ͨ̓̒̉̽̓̿͜͢͡ơ̜̤̬̥̝͉̣̥͇͚̟͖̆ͧ̎̔̋͢r̸̵̦͇͎͇̖͕̘ͯͭ͑ͯ̊̉̾͐ͫͣͮͣ͌͛͛̄̇ ̷̡̛͚̤̮̳͔̣͇̙̲̝̱͚ͣ̾́̓̎ͦ͂̂ͭ̈́̾ͮ̏̄ͬ̃ͤ̋̃͜ͅs̨͉͙̥̲̋̓ͪͮͨ̂̎ͨ̎ͪ͑ͬ͂͒ͣͨͮͨ̀ē̵̢̡̛̮̙̦͙̤͔̗̫̦̖̘͖̩̰͕͋ͭ͑̊l̢̨̡̞͖͈̟̻͕̣̱͙͐͐̿ͨ͂ͤ́̃̈̏̿͊̂͑̄̓ͨͅf̧̛̲̺̥̬͔͎̼̩̭̞̲͙̼̟͎͕̻͚ͭ͆ͬ̿͟͟ͅ ̴ͨ͂̈̈́ͩ̓͑̀̚͝͏̝̼̫̪͉̺̦̪́kͣ̏͌ͩ̓ͤ҉̸̼̟̖̱̩̯̯͇̱̤͔̬̼̱̙̰e̍͗̈́́̒͡͏̛̲̤̤͈̼̻̱̣̮ͅḙ̷̛̫̣̩͚̟̲̙̲̺̜̮̹̯͛͆͂͒ͧ͐ͭ̕p̘̹̺̋͌̃̋ͫ̾ͩͪ̂̊ͮ̌̃ͫ̋ͬ́̚̚̚͘͝͡s̸̰̩̬̘̱̦̟̭͙͙͖ͧ̅̏͊ͨ͋͒͒̔̈̑͟͢͡ͅ ͚̰͇͖̻̱̝͖͗̔͛͊̎ͮͣͪͫ͋͌̿ͬ͋̎ͭ́̽́͘͞s̡̡̼̙͉͙̙̭͎̟͉̺̣̝̼̹̻̫̪̩̳͛͑͌͆ͮ͊ͩͯ̊ͪ̊ͧ͌͂̔̒́́̚͢͝t̶̷̸̝̲̠͎̰̹̝͇͔̖͙̤͍̖̘̬͓̄ͬ̇ͅa̴̙͚̤̩̜͔̰ͨͬͣ̀̌ͪ͌ͨ̽̾ͧ̉̍͋ͥ́n̡̨͇̟͍̳̗̹͎͎̩̥̦͍̙̜̺̺̮̰̓̈̓ͪ̇̀̀ͪ͐̌ͬ͌̿͂ͯ͛d̸̨̟̫̠̭̯̮̱̼̘̜̜̩͍̻̤͖̻̞̖ͤͨͪ̓ͣ́͂ͦ̓̃ͬ͌͡͡i̡͎͚̩̜̮̭͖̖̗̳̖̗ͪ̉̿ͫͪ̂͗͑ͯ̑͠͠ņ̧͔̳̬̙͔̪͓̪͎̙̻͓͖̟̰͍ͣ̉ͮͯͪͪͤ̌̈́͂ͣ͝͠g̡͖̗͎͉̫͚̦͙̦͛̌̊̆͊ͫ̽͋̊͋̒̊͗́͠ͅ ̴ͯ͐ͬͦͧ̓̐ͯ̈́̽̅̏͏̨̧̪̭̙͎̲͉͈̯̤t̴͆ͧͤ͑ͣ̏́͢͢҉̯̱̠̗̘͖̥̥̗͈̗̺̣͎͔̖̯̮h̷̳͙̱̥̳̤̎̒̏̿̅̓͗̑ͬͦͫͥ͡ę̲̘͚̣̥̫̫̣̭̺͉̹̖̪̝ͪ̂̽ͤͬ͋ͬ̿̄ͥ͗ͥ͗ͥ̈̔́̚͘ṛ̨͍̗̥̩͚̜̻̜̲͙͖̼̓́̅ͨ̓͐̓ͤ͢͞ͅͅě͔̰͎͎̳̜̳̜̰̗͖͈͖̒ͫ͊ͬ̄̇ͨ̔̐ͪ͗̽͂̿͌̀.̡̉̏̊͐̈̋̉̃͏̵̮̰̺̖̹͉͚̻͚̟̝̘̜̫̰ ̷̵͚̘̞̮͕̦̝̗͔̗̖̺͎ͭͯ̄̅͆ͫ̽̂͐̇̑͑̎̂̚̚̕͟͜Ṡ̯̞̼͔̩̩̦̳̣̤̙̣̠̖̤͍̱̾̐ͬͤ̎͝ͅͅḩ̴̬̙͇̬̤̋̅ͥ͋̃̎̉̍̂͑̈͒͆ͪͪͧ̅͋ė̴͍̳̩̣̻͎̺͈̣̝͍̭̣̻͛̽̈́̾̂ͮ̑̃͌ͬ̄̍͡͠ ̸̧͔̤̼̰͓̖͚̤͇̩̺̲̼̦̹̳̭̄̊̑ͮͭ͐̔̚s̷̺̭̱̜̺̣̳̪̬̻͙̳͎̹̐ͭͫ͛̍ͪ̄͒ͥͮ͐͌ͭ̆́̚͡t̴̴̫̠̹̟̟̤̹͇̣͕̱̜͇̻̞̹͖͎̒̋ͥ̄͋ͪͮ͐̊ͤͯa̶̷̻͍̥͖̻̠̻̰̫̟̼̘̱͇ͧ̇̋ͣ͆͊͌͗̇̕r̨͖̣͉̩͓̙͎̝͖͇̰̺͆̓̈́ͥͮ͆͐̋̈́̊́̀͢t̸̶̠̖͙̯̼̯̱̺̺͍̩̪ͬ͆ͧ͗͊̇̃ͩͥͪͤ̐́̿̑ͭ̓̀̚͟ͅs̛͍̤̖̞̣͎̉̿̾̅ͨ̍͊̋͑̓͐ͬ̓ͯ͑̍͗̄͘ 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̸̴̡̳͙̰̙̱̯̭̣̘̞̭͚͚͚̲̺ͯ̐ͨ̌̉̓́͂̓̓̓ͫ̈́ͣͪ̒̚͞ͅư̋ͣ̐̑̅ͮ̾̒̔͏̹̦͉̥̟̭̜̝̣͓̘̯̤̳̤͉͎͇͍͟n̴̰̯̦͙̯̳͇͐ͪ͛̄̔ͮ́͛ͯͦ́̈́̆̈̀̚͘͠c̴͎̮̮̱̜̦̻͍̫̣̳͎͇̬̰̜͓̞̿ͧ͐̄ͥ̎͗̾́͐͂̾ͫ̓͂̎̾͠e̡͙͔͎̻̻̗̺͓͎͇̤̣̲̼̺͕̬̦̐ͫͬ̉̃ͭͩ̇̎͆ͩͮͮͫ͊͝͞ŗ̖͈͈̮͕̜̯̮͚̭̟̤̗͚̖̀ͥ̇̈́͝͠t̗͕̣̼̼͔͕ͪ̔̇͋̊̾ͯ̊̈̏̚͜͡a̧̝̦̮̹͓͕͈̙̝̩ͥ̈́̈́̓̾͑ͪ̚̕̕͜͝ĭ̵͂̄́̏̔͗ͦ̽ͥ͆̇̚͏̷̪̭̦̦͉͈͈̻̲̳̫͍̹̭̪ṋ̵̷͉̪͇̳̻̘͎̯͎̝̠̑ͥͥ̍̍̃͢͝͠ͅ ̷̆̋ͬ̏͌͑̒ͯ̊ͮ̂̎̄ͭͩ͡҉͏̤̺̖̭̞̣̮̭͙͡ͅö̸̧̡̙͙̖͖̞̗̱̤͕̲̲̤̻̮̙́ͦͬ̂ͣ̓̍̊ͨ̑̀ͅn̢͍̜͉͓̻͇̥̙͎̲̯͖̔̑̓̒́͐ͯ̒̾̑̑ͦ̒̆̌̔̏ͅͅ ̷̶͔̠̲̞̘͔͔̰͖̹͈̩̰̲͈͗͑̈ͤ͊ͬ͡͝͠h̥̖͎̣̻̭͖̪͎̫̤̏̈ͤ́ͧͨͭͮ͆̃͆͞ǒ͇͓̣̹̘̪̣̟̥̺̺̣̹̝̪̝̞͛ͤ̀͐̂̅͂̊̿ͮ͊ͨͨͧ̾͊̈̏͢͡ͅw̵̸̷͉̯͍̖̔͌ͮ͌̽̉̐̆̒̈́͋̍̍̄̔͂͐͜ ̵̠̼̗̹̹̋͗ͮ̌́ͤ̉̆ͦ̌ͨ̀͞͞ͅt̷̢̝̘͕̳͈̥̭͖͓̖̓͊̂̑͐̅ͮ́̚o̴̵͉͔̩̟͕̩̳̹̟ͬ̈́͛͑ͩ̆̂ͧ̊̈́͟͜ ̱̖̹̩̹̼̬̮ͮ̋͊̒ͭ͢͡p̨̧̣̳̘̝̥̗͕͉͍̲̗ͮ͑͊̓͋ͤ̍̂͑͒̾̕̕r̡̾ͤ̎̓͂ͬͪ̉̋͘҉̣̭͇̘͇̹̫̫̲̟̲̣̥̭͈̣́́ō̻̠̙̤̠͕͕̣̼ͬͨͤ͛̆ͨ̓̀̎̀ͅc̗͍̩͖̣̭̆ͪ́͒͋ͫ̂ͫͬͯ͐̔́͘͘͜e̎͑̔͐͌͒̿̍̏ͦ̌ͭ͒҉͏̵͏͚̜͈̺ę̸̩̭͇̼̞̞͕͖̖̪̘͊̔ͣ̍d̵̫̫̦̬̹̯̬͉̟̃̅̄́ͧ̈́ͨ̂̓͑̃͋̒͛̑ͩ̀̚͟͟ ̷ͯͪ̓̽̊̂̓͑ͩ̌͒̊̾̽͐̂̊̕͟͏̦̭̩͎̻ͅw͒̎̀͋̒͊ͥ͝͏̵̩̬͕͇̘̮i̤̻̟͚̪̝̝͔̘͎̘̼̩̖̽̂̈̾̔̓͐ͬ̐̄ͦ̀́ͅẗ́̿͐̅ͦ͛͑͌ͫ͂͗̐͝͏̬̰̥͇̯̳̯͎̮̳͇͉̫̳͎̰͘͞h̸ͪ̓͋́̑̈ͥ͛͐ͪͪ͏̨̛̯̹̣̺̲͎̼̬̱̟͔̞͕̀ ̸̢̤̦͔̭̮͚̠̣̪̝̯͔̰̳̩̥̘ͤ̇̌̑ͩ͌̆̽̑ͫ̊͆ͦ̑͗̚͜t̴̨̞̰̯̣̥̼̞̖̘̺̔ͭ̔͗̏ͣ͆̓ͯͥ͒̄̚͢͟h̛̰͓̲̻̖͎̮ͮ̔ͬ͐̊̇̃̔ͮ͘͢i̴̠̮̜̭̺̰̤̬̭̣͕͛͆͊̋͌̓ͬ͆̈́̔̇̚̚͟͡͠ͅs̃ͫͧͭͮ͘͟͏҉̖̭̟̲̖̹̫̦͍̼̖̘̯̯͓͎̻̙.̨̦̣͈͓̩̥̯͈̤̭̄ͫ̾̋͗ͩ̓̐̚͞ͅ ̵̪͖̞͚͇͍̠̦̼̬̬͖̞̒ͣ̀̓ͭ͜͟͞Ẇ̷̲̳̠̹̞͎͖̺̥̦ͮ̑̿ͫ̈́̋̋̃̑̀̚ȩ̸̪̙̳̬̤͇̥̱͍̲̠̩̟̈ͩͤͪͣ̌̍ͥ̓ͫͩ̕͜͠ ͤ̍͌͊̋͢͏̸̪̙̜͔̜̘b̵͇͍̞̩͇̯̲̻̠̺̱̞ͤ̑̐̉ͨ̾̇̓̈ͮ̀ͧ̄̈́ͤ́̀̚͠o̍ͨ̏ͧ͒̋ͨͮͪͣ̉͋̚͏̴͍͉̩̤̗͔̤͉̣̼̠̝̹͇̻t̸̸̶̘̲͔̬ͣ̌̓͑̀͐͒ͥͤ̔̇ͮ̌ͦ̓̚ẖ̡̲̮̩̠͕͚͚̗͈̈̌̍̽̿̄̎́͑̕͢͢ͅͅ ̸̡͓̘͚͔͓̹̊̀̌̂ͧ͠ş̨̥͎͇̬̝̮̫͕̳̞͚̭̩̲̖̂ͣ͆̽ͮ͒̅̀̇̓ͥ͛̌̂̓͋̂̐͗͝͝ͅt͎̪͍̩͖̙̟̩͈̬̙͈̺͍͓̣̻̳̒ͥ̽̾̇̈̐ͨ̃ͤ̊ͦ͋ͧ́͞ͅa̓̑̓́͏̛͎̟͉̤̠y̓̋ͦ̽̌ͪ̈́ͧͨ̅ͧ͌ͣ̒͆̚͝͏̷̢̰̮̙̩͓̬̬͔̪̗̳͍̭̮̫̬͓̭͟ ̏̈́̀ͭͯ̀ͥͪ͌͒̑ͯͨ͊͑̄̒̓͏̘̝̼͍̜͕s̡̨̨̛͖̳̹͕̲̙͉̥̖̝͇̼͈͇̼̫͖̅̄̉̃̌ͤ̍̆ͦ͠t̶͐͂̾̐̑̐̓̓̎̋͊̌̽͒͛ͦͧ̀͘҉͉̞̟̥̱̩̤̥̫̝͈̦͓iͣ͒ͬ̄́ͨ̾҉̬̝͔͔͇̜͞l̢͉̬̻̦̫̲̺̘̩̹̝̩̰̘̓̌͊̓ͣ͋̅̅̏̇̏̇̔̚̕͢ͅl̾̋̃̂ͮͥ̐̔̓̈ͣ͗ͣ̾͋̀͠͏̖͚̬͚̫̠͔̠,̛̯̺͕̙̟̱̘ͧ͋̀ͮ̈́̌̿ͥ͛̊͗͌̀͘͠ ͒̎͛̓̓̿̐̽̈́̄͂ͭ͆̋͋̚͏̷͇̯͇̼̗ͅj̶̢̫̝̖̗̘͙̼͉̟̝͇ͮ̐̅͑̂ͨ̎̍̂͗ͣ̒ͦͫ̄͑͑ͭͯ͜͡u̷̬͖̭̭̖̖͖̝͖̳̜̠͓̪͓͍̒̊ͯ́̈̊̄͆ͧ̓ͪ̿̀̚͡s̨̐̓̃̚͞҉̧͈̣̪̦̝t̶͔͔̞̗̺̮͈̳̿ͪ̎͒͑̃̂̍͆ͯͧ̆͢͞ ̶̷͙̮̯͎̞̌ͮͪ͐̒ͭ̊ͥ̎͒͢͝s̷̛̪̖̙̹̙͇͍͙̝̙̙̝̮͓̟ͦ̇̌̄ͣ̔ͅt̶̛̪͙͎̣̘̝͉̼̱̼̙̩͕̟̳͖͍̳ͫ́̇̐̅̓ͧ̊̔ͩ̊̃ͣ͋̋̇̀͘ḁ̸̳͚̤͙̩͇͍̩̺̹͗͊̄̾̃̌ͨ̌ͯͥ̔͐̊ͭ̕͟͢͟rͪͧ͆͛ͤ͒͆ͩ͐͌̒͂͝҉̛͓͍̪͚̻̟̰̻͘͝í̷̢̏ͥ̇ͪ̓ͦͫ̉ͮ̈̿̓͏̣͚̠̬̖̗͎̲̰͜nͣͮͧ̚̕҉̗̗͙̝͇̖̼̺͇ͅg̶̹͍̲͙̼̲͚͉̰̩̥̱̍̒ͧ̇͊̽ͬ̂ͧͣ̋̅̃ͨ̒̕ ̶̸͈͍̭̖̟̪̟̻̯̖̐ͭ̓̅́ͪ̿̾͌̌͟͢͞â̔͌̽̊̆ͧͪ͆҉̸̫̬̘͉͙͎͇̲̳̥͝ͅt̢̪̫̟͍̤ͥ͋͗̏̉̅̋̓͂ͨ͊̋̉ͥ͡ ̶̡͈͍̭͍̝̬̣̦̝͎̞̗͚͖̍̔̌̉̃̃̓͢͢͞ͅĕ̶̴̬̰̝̹̯̠̼͎̰̻ͨ͊̈̄ͯ͟a̷̶̡̨͇̘̘̺͚̦̻͇̮͕͈̗ͯ͑͐̅͑ͩ͗ͭ̀̎͠cͨͥ̆̃̿͋́ͯ͗͌̌͊ͯͬ͢҉͕̹͎̦͓̘͚͕̦̞̳͉̲̩͉ͅh̵̙̠͍̘̫̣̱̬͖̱̰̼̠̱̀͌͊͒ͥͬ̀͡ͅ ̸̌̈́̊ͫ̓̄ͬͮ̉̉̂͘͜͠҉̦̫͍͍͚̲̬͉̰̺̳̠̼̲̖̺̠ͅo̱̺͈̤̮̣̻̻̪͍̅͆̓̊̋ͫͦ̎̏͒̅̉̀ͧ́͡ͅt̢̢̧͈̝̘͙̞̥̩ͭ̓̏ͮ̈̏̀ͥͪ́̓̚͝h̴̛̝̠͎̥̘͓̳̦̖̪̳͇̖̰́̊̉̈̃̀́̕e̷̮̜̟̳͚͕̭̩̪̣̻͖̪̥͙̫̪ͤ̅́ͭ͊ͭ̑̇́̐͜͝͠ͅr̶̨̭͇̦̣̩͚̰̳̬̞̘̖̰͉͓̮̖ͧͧ̓ͧ͂̽̎ͤ̒͊͂ͤ̂ͅͅ,̸̷̱̱̥̱̪̇̐̄̈́̓͂̽ͪ̿̆͗͐̈́͊̌ͤ̄̎ͣ͜ ͐̑̍ͯͭͩ͂̂ͮ̆ͫ͊͌ͯ̍͌͐̀̚҉̵̫̺̰͈͚̱͓̣͚̞͓̕͡ͅą̧͙̩̭̜͔͔̱̫̣̓ͨ͗̓̍͌̓̒͛n̷̡̋ͣ͒̆ͦ̈́͑ͥ͆ͬ̀̓ͩ̾͏̷̧̟̠̬̙̘d̷͖͓̜͓͙̫̝͈̲͚̦̰ͭ̍̇ͣ͂̿ͭ͂̄ͥ̿ͩ̄̍̐ͫ̀͝ ̵̸͙̳̯͉̼̞̖̮͙͇̞͋̍ͬͩ̈̌́ͅsͤͨ̆̄͆ͨ̊̿ͪ̆ͤ̎̚͢͝҉̷̷̪̩̖̯̙͍̰̖̗̤͉͎̖̫̬̫̙͔ͅṷ̧̙̪͎̼͎͉͖̥̫͊̈́̂̊ͭ͛̍̈́̽̌͆̊ͤͣ̏̚͢͜͠d̷̷̸̞͉̣̬̙̭̹̭̘̳͎̪͚̲̮̟̯͕̦ͦ̓ͦ̀͒ͦ̅̎ͦ̃̈̉̅ͪ̿̀ͦ̊̑̕͡d̵̶̬͎̞̩͔̖͙͖̞̤̞̝ͧ̉͛ͪ̐͗̂͒̄̽̍̋̐ͮ̓͗ͬ͟ͅe̵̗̼͈̱̯͎̔ͧ̋͒̈́̍͛̋̚̚͝͠ņ̨̱̠̤͎̥̟̯̥͙̣̝͙̫̜̥̬̍ͬ̀ͭ̾ĺ̘͔̙͙̟̼͖̬̠̣͓̝͔͇ͥ̊̅͊̽̅̀̄̊̕y̷ͣ͋ͫ̾͛̈̏̊̉̅̂̃҉͇̝̠̮͍̖̹̕ ̢͈͎̟̬̮̮͇̠͓ͮ̄͐̋̇̾̐͑͆̏̉̑h̵̸̝̻̻͍̀͗̇̑̽ͪͩ̒̂͌̌ͥͧ̏ͮ͑̓͋̕e̵̡͛ͣͦ̈҉͓̘̤͔̜͙̮̗̰̙͉ṟ̮̤͐̆̆ͧ̾ͭ̌̍ͯ̓ͤͫ̇ͭ͑ͭ͘͢ ̫̻̘̜̮̬̝̘̻̳͔͂̐͗̀̆ͭ̌ͪ͌̃ͤ̾ͧ͌ͥ́͝ͅė̸̢̳͎̹̰̙͙̜͈͔͖͚̐̿ͧ̽̑ͣ͐͗͌̓̉̍̓ͩ͊ͤ̆͜͟͞y̯̗̼̯̺̫̣̻͚̟͛̇̋ͦͫͫ̐́̕ͅe̵̮͕͇̜͉̗ͣͧ̏̇̉ͤ̒̍ͭ͛͛̓͜͢l̨̛͓͙̬̙ͨͬ̉ͯ͑̃̍̉̀̓̚͟i̸̢̛̥̟͓̝̜͉̖͍̜͖̝͔̭̋̍͊ͨ̃ͬ̓̚͘ͅd̡͖̗̺͙ͦ̐̏̇͂ͩ̄̊̎̌͒͐͗̀s̾͊̉̅̏ͨͩ̿̆̚҉̸̲̰̬̲̭̩̺̰̗̲͞ͅ ͮ̈̄̍ͭ̉͆ͩ̋̆̈́̈̄̇̄ͭ̈́͘҉͙͇̬̗̝̰̙̥̻̲̝̟̟͢͝͠s̡̡̝̫̱̥̍̂ͨͬ̌̉̆̒͛͊ͩ͒̌ͮ̐͂̚͞ͅh̶̶̛̜̦͎͙͐̃̓ͮ̂͐ͮ͂́͡o̶̟̫͕̜͚̼̊̔̄ͦ̆̚ǫ̧̠̥͖͖͖͎̬̞̳̰̪̥̱̩̜̞͌ͦ̽̔̅͂͐̈́̂ͩ̃̏̓̀t̡̗̤̗͚̬̯̹̣͎̦̲̪̳͉̥̪̪̭̿̅͆̕͡͞͝ ̴̨͉͎͔͎̮̮͕̥͈̬̹͓̱̰̬͖͚̰̽͗̽ͤͩ͒̄ͭ̽̊ͦ̃͆ͬ̈́̚͜͡͞ǫ̵̤̼͉̣͎͚̮͕̣̣̹̮͇̞̳̠̃̄ͫͮͨ̽̀̚͘͜ͅp̨̲̜̼̬͕̗̳̗̪͚̭̥̪̠͕̲̘̅̍̅̋̂͊͂̅̂̃ͥ̌ͭ͂̓̓ͦ͒͝e̸̷̡͍͉̟̮̦͍̰̗̫̖̙͎̠̜̠̰ͩ̇̋̉̎ͤ͠͠ͅn̲̙̪͈̭̼͖͖ͦͭ͌͂ͣ͘͞ ̛̫̱̰̤̱̩̥̮̠͕͉̫̒̄̈̉ͥ̇̌ͩͣ̒͜͝͝tͬͨͪ͒̂̍̓͏̡̧̲̘͔̖͓̥̖̭̤͙͍̼̙͚͖̻̱̗o̰͖̣̹̭̫̝͖͚͎̲̦̺̰̱̣͓̝̩̿ͨ̐̓ͣͮͫͯ̀̇ͦ̀̒͆̓͐͂́̕͞ ̅̈́̐͊̀ͩ͢͏̸̨͔̹̰̥̹̰̥̘̺̩̮̗͉̳͇̦͕ͅř̨̈́̂̃ͧ̿ͣ̿̊͌͌̓͏̵̶̢̻̟̬̳̬̲̩̹̮e͋͑͑̏͛͒̐̄͂ͦ͗ͭ҉̧͔̜̺̫̟͓̜̘̣̗̬̺̣͉͇͢v̸̟̱̭͙̦̌͌̈͛̆̔͊̚͟͜͞eͯ͆͗ͯ͛̂̿̌͏̕͏̣͔̳̙̪̮͓̹a̩̫̤̿͑͗͗̆̌͛̇ͭ͐͜͟͞ḽ̷̵̟̲̟̳͖̰̭͉̜͍̗̲͊̊̎͊̆ͮͭ́͜ͅ ̫͕̠̹̲̳̺̣͙ͯ̍̾͗ͤ̾͘͢͜ͅṙ̵ͣ̉́͋̇̈ͨ̓̃͊̚̚҉̡̟̮͖̰͉̭͙̹̩̣̰͇ͅe̷̛̦̤̬͍̊ͨͩ̉ͦ̽̌̈́ͤ̓̀́̀d̔͊́̄ͣ͑́͆̆ͧ҉̡͟͠҉͖̜͎͕̻͕̠͕ ͎̬̥̣̹̯́̊̍̽̇͊̆̓ͬͣ̚̚̕͢͠͝ģ̶̫̬̻͎̜̼̠͔̮͚̭̞̭̤̰̐͒̒̂ͭ͑̊̾̂̐̈́̎ͩ̿̀͠l̵̡͒̌̒͛͌̐̓̈́͊͛̃͗͆̏ͯ̀͗̕͏̙̱͙̭o̷̾ͪ̿̑͒̇͑ͥͦͯ̓͊̚͠͏̶̤̭̼̝̹̘w̶̶̞̯̺̗̫̣̘̜̜͉̮͈ͯ̆̊ͩ̐͌̏̅͛ͫį̸̻̮͇̮͖͈̝̙̞͖̤͉̔ͭ̀̔ͣ̽̊̉̏̚͠n̢̨̡̖͈̼̣̬̝̪̗̥̟̻̰̖͇̖̩͊̎ͨͧͦ̽ͯ̽̄̌ͦ́͜g̣̪͍͚ͯ̔̈́̈ͦ̓̏ͤ̉̃̕͢ ̵̸̦̖̫̺̰͎̱̜̦̻̙ͣ́͋̀͂̈̏͑̂ͫͣ͐͟ȅ̢̡̯͙̗̝͓̮̗̫̣̫͙̞͔̩̝͖̒͑̇ͪͣͨͨ̃̽ͦͣ̓̾̿ͅyͤ̓̈́ͮ̓͐͟͏̮͚͖͓͕͎̪̣͚̀e̶͚̮̝͇̗̥̩̍̎̏ͨ̀̄̓͂̏͆́̕s̢ͮͪ̔́̽̈́ͦ̾͜҉͓͓͎̖̦͉͓̲̳̫.̷̛͕̭̙̭͇̽͌̐͑̋̓͒̅ͩͬ͊ͤ̈͑F̶̢̖̞͕̪̄̓̋̋̅ͧͦ͋̒̓̎̏̕̕o̦͇͍̼͓͌̃́ͮ̒͐ͦ̊̔͂̀͘r͔̩̮͙̔́̊̓͗͐ͪͧ̍ͪ̐͑̄͛́̀̕͟͜ ̐͊ͦ̿͂̋͑̀ͨ̇͊̇ͪ͏̴̢̦̜̙͉͔̻͕̬ẃ̸̷̬̙̪̰̹̩̩͍̬̰̮͕̅ͦ̃̿͌ͬ̄̆̃̾̿̔̚ḩ͓̫̲͙̖̤͙̮̺̣̤͌͆̈̿̑̒͊̕͠ͅā̴̯͚̯͓̩͈̘͔ͨ̅̃͒͋͑̌͞ͅt̢͚̬̙̭͔̥̼̩͈͙̻͑ͮ͂͂̈́̑ͯ̉̽̓̎̅ͥͪ̆̅͂͋͡ȩ̸͇͇̼̟͎͕̘̰̙̟̣̝̙̟̯̫͙̗͛ͭ̓͆̌̐͗ͩ͂ͣ̀v̔ͦͬ̀͏̨͙̤͚̖̘͎̬͈̲͉̼̗̣̰̺͘͟e̴̐ͥ̓ͯͤͤͣ͛͗͐͘͢͏͙̖̩̩̪̳̠̜̞̖̺͈̠͔̯͍r̄̌̑ͣ͐ͥͫ̚͢͏̷̸͚̫͈̪̖̥̠̬̰̰͕͜ͅ 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̶̨̪̱̬̭̥̤̜̝̝̬̗̤̭̗̼ͨ͋̾ͦ̊̓̓̾͊ͫ͌́ͦ͆ͧ̊ͪ͞ͅrͯ̂͌̽̉ͨ͆ͮͩ̽̋̋̏͌ͬ͏̶̝̗͎̻̻̳̣͙̮̥͈͟͜ͅe̶̻̤̺̦̱̯͙͎̠̱͖̝̩͓ͣ͗ͮ̎̆ͫ̐̽̅ẗ́ͣ̎̾̄͌ͪ͗͐̌͌̓̊҉̧̜͕̯̰̮̳̺̩͙̘̮̣ͅữ͍͖͓̙̟͎̤͇̝͇̰͈ͩ̚͘͞ŗ̒͛̈́̀҉̣̝̝̺͍̘͉̖̥͍̤̟͉̪̟͇̼̩͚͜n̷̷̤̦̳̹̠͎̪̟͖̈́̌̌ͨͩͪ̀ͧ͒́̌͢ ̴̨̛̛͚̠͙̥̥͗̃̆̌̄̓ͥͪ̊̌̑̏͊ͨ̈́ͦ̔ͪ̚ẅ̡̡̨͇̼͉͚̺͇̹̗͎̟̭͙̆̓̅̇̊ͯ̏̒͗̄͛ͭͮ̿ͮ͆ͤ̏͡ͅį͚͙͕̥̝̜̝̖̺̥̣̮̮̖̄̐̈͂ͭ̔ͧͧ͟͢t̵͎͇̣̱̐ͥ͂̈ͭͧͣͫ͌̇̓͌̊̉͜h̯̖̠̺̯͚͔͔̤̳̤͔͓͈ͫ̆͊ͣͪ̊͒̿ͦ̆ͧ͟͝ͅ ͤͩ̍͐ͣ͗ͭ̉ͨ̽̒ͪͮͭͮ͊̊͏̖̩̜̻̯̯̲͔͎̩͈̭̗͠m̙̲̮͇͖̤̟̩̥̹̳͍̣̹̮̭̹̗̑͊̐͐̔ͦ͌̃ͤ̒̒͌͗̚͡͝y̢̻̲̙̰̿͗̊̐̓ͮ̆͒̀̅̉͊̆̓ͯ̃̍͒̀͘͜͡ ̷̦͎͔̤̲̭̍̓̎̽ͧ̄̉́ͬͣͭ̾̂ͪ̇̅ͥ̓ͥ͞͡s̨̧̼͚͈̲͔̣̭̥͓̝̳͍̹̹͍̲̭ͥͪ̒̚ͅͅe̸̶̡̧͉͇͎̣̣̰̮̖̮̟̰̩̦̲̩̜ͥͫ̒̿͆̓̍͐͋͛ͯ́ȧ̶̡̗̺̲̼̘̣̤̩̘͚̖̣̺̰̘̑̅͐̽̉͆̃̌͋̚͜͡r̨̧͗͌̔̉̄̆̎ͤ͂̽ͧͣͭ̊ͩ̚͏͚̼͙͍̦̼̺̻̳̳̙̜̣̱ͅc̷ͦ̇ͦ͆́̏͂́́͏̫̳͓͙̮̞̙̥̹̖̩͕̕̕h̟̻͔͔̺̖̜̰̖ͯ͛̉ͭ͌̔̿͋͌͒̂̽̀̚ ͌̄̈́͂ͤ̒ͥ̉ͯ̌̀͆͌̚҉̵̴̡̟͚̝̠͍̯͎b̧̛̻̜̼̗̘̤͍͉̣͇͖̱̬̓̒̈́̾̔͞ͅy̷̭̻̗͕͕̙ͫ͋̂͌̕͝͠ ͪͮͫ͒ͥ͌ͦ҉̨͍̟̘̜̜̱̟ḩ͙͕̖͈͎̼͓͈̳͖͚̹̻͒̽̒̀̇ͦ̾͜ͅe̡͔̜̪̩̬̯̬̹̬̜̠̓͌̐̍́̋ͨ̈͗̋̿͘ä̶̰̥͉̠̺̰̊ͬ͒̅͛͑̂ͤ͌̐͑̇̒͛̃̀͘͜ͅd̲̱̲̟͍̯̖͔̰̺̦̹̩̙͖ͦ̽͂̂ͮ̽ͫͮ͡͝i̵̡ͪ̊̽̇̎ͣ̎̀͠͏̣̳̮͓̤̞͖̲͎͔̘̳̘̩̳̬͉ņ̸̡̨̳̯̪̦̖̖̼̄͐̃̔̄̒ͫ͊ͥͯ͑̋͑͛͒ͯͅg̥̹͕̰̤̺͎͎͎͍̳̦̫͊̒̎̒̂̍ͥͥͤ͑͝ ̻̱̺̺̰̎͛̒̽͋͢͢ͅf̸̘̘͈͈̹̼̱̙͚̦̩̳̝̗̊͋̅̽̅ͧ̓͗́̉̇ͪ͂̚͜͜õͭ̏̿ͩ̈̕҉̨̡̰̺̖̤͕̫̤͈͔͎̻͉̪͟r̸̭̱̳ͩ̽̍͒̒̊̈͊͊͊̌̚ ̓ͣ̎ͮ̆͘͏̻͓̮͇͈͖̪̯͍ţ̶͂̈̄ͣͬͬ͋͏̜̗͇͇̟̥̘h̴̍ͯͣ͘͏̵҉̭̭͍̦̻ę̜̗̯̟͓͎̠͔̘̎ͧ͑̈̌ͯ́̀ ̶̠͍͓̭̝̦̥̝͉̗̤̠ͣ̌̽͒ͣ́͢nͦ̎̑ͥ̃ͬ̽̾̈́̅͛̌́͢͏҉̲̩̪̻̞̮̺̬̝͉̩e̵̷̝̪̙̘̦̠̰̗̲͙̥̫̥̿̄̃̏͊̌̃̇̿ͧͤ̕̕ͅx̨̧̉ͦ̾͛͠͏̦̜͇̤͍̟͎̯͇̗͚͓̤̙̘͕t̡̲͙͔̞̠ͨ̓́̐̉̅͋ͯ̄̍͆̀̚͠ ̛̗͚̖̠̖̘͚̩̖̗̗̱̓ͭͫ̇ͣͫ͆ͣ͌͋̎̏͌ͨ͢ͅr̨ͮ̒ͮͯ͒̚͜͏̳͕̻̦̳̫͍̞̥͞o̡͙͎̯̻̞͉͙͓̗̫̭̩͆̿̈̓͘͟͞͡o̢̝̼͔̹̜̯ͧ͋̐ͫͪͩͫ̆̄ͪ̽ͪͮ̒̒́͠ͅm̶ͩͯ̇ͥ̿̃̓ͬ̈̃̏̆ͥ̂̉ͤ͘͘͜҉̳̙̮̦̬͉̝̭͍̳̰ͅ.̵̺̰̺̪͇̳̯̪̟͖͚̫̰̹̲͇̺̻̇ͬͮ͒͛̄ͩͩ̈́̈̌̅ͤ͞͡ͅ ̐̃̌̆ͮ̓̀ͣ͏̮̥͓͙͉͚͉̖̘̝̪̥̝̣̲͍́C̸̷̲̱͚̙̘̰̗͙̳̯͔͎̦̠̥̣̅͆͛͌ͣ̔ͮ̑͐̾̄ͪ̒̈ͤ̕͟o̷̡̲͇͇̺̪͇̺̖͖̥̹͕͊̊̊ͮͮ̓̑̏̃ͣ̌ͭ͋͆ͨm͕͙̗͙̻͕͔̮̩̬͇̬̰̖̄ͭͪ̿̈́̌̓ͮ̄͑̎̚͟͞ͅe̷̫͓̺̬̖͊ͪͤͩ̈́̄̂̒̀̕ ̡͉̹̲̖̼͛͌̄͂̿̿̄ͪ̋̒͜͠ơ͍̹̱̼̪̻͕͚̓̎̔͛̀͟͠n̡̢̲̹̯̩̱͎̗̜̜̤̙͕͇͚̥͕̖̄̉͛͊̌̿͋ͫ̃̑͑ͨͭͯͬ͛̆̋́͝ ̷̱͇̫͕͖̤͖ͦͩͯͯ̽ͭͮͧͦ͛̚͡T̵̷̵̶̘̤̱̮̺ͫ͌̉̈̆͋͞ͅwͣ̇̆̓̾ͩ͑ͩͭͮ͑͛͛̒ͭ̍̂͏͈͍̣̼͞͞i̶̛̊͒ͧ͠҉̟̜͈̹̯̺̜̘͈̼l͋̓ͤ͐ͪ̽̈́͗ͪ̽͏̢͚͎̺̭̰̹͉͕̹̦̰͢͠i̍ͨͯ̈̓̓ͮ̆̃̄̏ͥ͐̅̈ͬ͘͏̢͕̹̥̺̯̲͖̫̺͜g̴̶̡̙͔̥͖͆ͯͧ̔̆ͤ̎̏ͩ͌͐͝͞h̢͉̹̣̮̘̖̠̺̜̻̩̙̱̝͕͇ͨ̆̎͗̎͗ͭ̚͢͟͠͠t̸̜̱̳̥̲̲̗̩̤̙̯̺̝̩̏ͪ̆ͮͦͯͤ̇ͮ͢,̢̥̯̩̞͍͇͛̉ͣͧͤ̓͑̀͞ ̷̡͕͎͇̤͕̙̭̐́ͪ̾̅ͩ̓̈́ͣ̑̍͌ͭ͗̔̊̈́ͤͨ͞y̧̺̺̞̭͉͈̫̻̻͎ͧ͋̓͊͑̎͡ǫ̵̛̤̱̬̮̳̺̯̙̲̬̟̲̭̪͙̳̱̫̆͆ͥ̌̾͜u̷̷̞͙̪̦͆͒̈͑ͨ́̄̓̓̽̔͑͂ͧ̐̾͋̽̚͜r̨͛ͩͯͩ̊͛ͥ̌̓ͭ́ͥ̎͆̓ͫ̕͝͏͖̻̲̳̼ͅͅ ̴̧̨̹̗͓͔͉̫̻̫̜̘̹͚̀̊ͬ̉̾̕͜ä̦̝̲̩͓̥́ͩ̽̽ͪ̃͆̑͆̉̌͛̾͡ ̧͓̳͚̠̯͔͓̼̗̺͚̯̔̒̔̒ͣͧͭͬ̅̽̂ͭ͡ͅp̷̶̨̲͍̫̯͉̬͇͍̘̈̓̉̓͒́́ͦ̀͆ͪ͟r̔ͫ̾̑͌̿͑̓̓̃͗ͧͫ̂ͥ̍̒̇̚͏̱͈̥̯̩i̸̥̠̭̟̯̇ͮ̉ͤn̛͉̼͕̱̣͈̞͍̦ͩ͊̃ͧ͐̀̈́ç̨͋ͯ͑ͪ͗ͨ̾͝͏̤̘͙̳̜̥͚͍͎̙͕́ͅȩ̢̲̺͖̦̰ͤͥ̓̃ͭ̓͐̉ͯ͂͌̈́ͫͤ̾͌ͪͩ̄̕͟͞s͕͙͕͓͕̩̩͇̩͍̳͍̳̪͔̞̹̮̼̀͛̑̎ͬ̓͂̆͛̓̾̇͌͂̔͗̈̉̚͝͞s̛̬͔͖̻͇̲̤̖̤̞͈͍͔̬͖̣̖ͤ̾ͪͧ̃̂ͤ͘ͅͅ,̢̛̭̭̦̪̠́̉̌̽̾͛̐̾̐̀̓̐̚͜ͅ ̣̖̼̠̰̥̝̣̭̼̝̮̬̟̩̰̩̗̊̒ͨ̀͟͜w̎̈́̓̽͗̒̿ͭͣ̿ͩ͗͋͠҉̧̲̘͔̦̦͙̮̮͙̜̝̩̳̩̯̯̙h̸̻͍̦̦̘̤̞̗̞̩͙͔̩̿̈̈́́̍̾̐̓̊̒̾͋̕e̶̛̺̮̗̼̫͚͛́̋ͩ̿͂ͯ̒͌̓̏ͤ͝͠r͍̘͕͕̜̟̰̘͖̦̫͖̮̼ͭ̿͂̂͊͂̇̔̂ͤ̈́̾͋ͨ́̐͋̚̚̕͘͟͡ȩ̵̘̗͎̖͕̬̦̯͚̠̳͖̏ͯ̑͂̓́́ ̴̛̭̦̫̲̩̭̞͈̩͚̖̗͙̫̞̯͉͖̈́͌̐̆̄̆̎̍͗ͧ̿̍̑̈́ͫ̍ͭ͗̐́͜͞w̡̛̖̖͈̙̠̪̱̰̹͉͉͕̣̫̐ͫ͒ͪ̐̊ͣͭ͆̚͝͡o̜͓̗͉̮̖̘͓̫̰̩̹̬̞̩͎͔ͮ̆̀̉̎ͯ̅͂̋̏̔̿ͧ̋ͫ̄͠͞͝ṵ̷̢̣̯͉̈͗̓̔͘͡l͓̘̘͔͎͕̼̼̥̥̳͑̇̒͂͂ͫͭ͑̈́͌ͩͩ̽̌̐͢͝ͅdͪ͂̌̔͛͆̑̈̽ͧ̒͊ͧ̅̐͊͏̷̧͇͖̬̱̹͓̘̳̭̞͝ ̷̴̛̼͕̮͈̤̬̞̲̰̩̥͚͔̳̺̥̉̀͑͊̇̀̓̋̄̅́͆̎͜͡ͅyͮ̍ͧͪ̏ͯ̓̌̿̐̄̊ͤͩ͜͠͏̦͖̮̙̱̜̫͙̱o̴͕̣̥̟̜̙̥̱̦͐̈ͭͯ̅ͦͯͦ̂̕͞ư̶̷̼̤̞͉͖̬͇̇ͯ̓̓̉ͫͨͭ̏͛ͨ́̎̒̾̔̒̉̀̚͢ ̵̧͒ͥͯ͛̔̒ͥ͏̳̭̩̳̗̱̥̪͔̟̫̰̪̣̜͚̮̲͟b̸̷̜͖̯̱̖ͯ̑̓͗̑̂ͣ͝͞e̶̢̯̗̖̗̝̪͛͌̐̕ ̸̨̢̰͙͎̼̩͖̩͊̓ͬͧ͑ͪ̓̓͑̌̉̎̈́͑̋̆͒ͬͤ̕͢i̢̼͕̭̩̝̗͓͖͖̤̥̭͍̎̈́̐͆͒ͬ̈ͦ̅ͧ́͗̏́̈́ͤ̚͘n̷̝̜̺̞̝̺̦͑̄́͂̉̚ ̨ͥͨͯ̀͛̑̐ͥ҉̤̩̩̣͓̰̤̜ý̲͇̪͉̮̝̹͎͚͖̥ͫ̈̃̋͐̾ͭ́͞ͅȍ̵͌̾͂ͤ̾͑̓̌̉̄͌ͫ̂̃̎ͯ̀̕͘҉̫̹̺̪̳̯͉̺̺̲͕̪͓͔̞̭̭ͅú̋͑҉҉̶̨̘̰͉͓̰̝͇͈͈̙̘̹̮̘͇͍̰̠r̓ͥ͑͂ͣ͆ͯ̅́҉̶҉̢̯̹̞͍̘͕̩̯͉ ̸̖̤̯̰͈͕͎͚̰̹̮̭̦̦̺͔̞͔̑̇̿̏̊̽̕͜͞c̵͛̓͒̍͐ͭ̋̇ͥ̅ͮ͂̓̇̃ͪ̀͟͏̼̞̹̺̘͇̳̯̩͡a̷̸̸̧̡̮̜̖̞̣̥͎̪̯̺̝̲̯͙͉ͪͮ̿ͩ̎ͮ̍ͫͦ͂ͩͦͯ̂͐ͥͭ̽̚s̸̼͎̤̺̠͈͕̝̪͓͕̩̫̣̟͖͓̾̌̃̾ͨ̎́ͪ́́́ͤͨͩ̓̓͐̚͞t̸̮̪͔̻̑̑̿͛́ͫ̓ͯͨ̈́̌͆͜l̶̛̩̲̦̤̟͓̬̖̙͉̜̗̲̞̘͚̳͆ͫ̄ͥ͐͒ͩͦ̿̑̊ͩ̀e̞̠̗̘̺̱̼̯̯̞̙̗̳̤͈͖ͮͣ̈́͌̔̈́͢͞͝͞?̛͔͉̘̳̺̰̱͎͍̹̪̫͖̳̝͙̬̏ͭ̀̀̓ ͂̇ͥͮ̓̓͊͑̇͋́͏̭͚͙̱͚͟ͅͅA̶̸̴̘̻͚̻͚̻̱̦͇̻̬̤͓̗̝̜͐ͣ̀ͫ̾̈́͋́s̸̢̞̖̗͙͓̠̗̫̖̜̰̩̳͙̰͇̝͛̈́ͩ̌͌ͦ̏̆́̀ ̟̞̟̟̝̻̭͕̠ͣͦ̎ͯ̈́ͩͩͩ̕͟͝͞Į̸̵̝̪̟͍̦͍̬̘̟ͤ̋̆́̇̅ͧͩ̃͒͒͊̐̄̋̓ͦ̕ ̴̑́͆̔̾̆̈̃̐͆̇̔̄͒ͬͮ̏͡͏̺͙̟̻͚̣̳̘̮ͅp̶̭̝͕̼͕͔̠̭͓̼͍͑̌̆̈͋͗͌̐̇ͮ̒̏̇ͤ͟͡ơ̴͌̍̄̌̔̀ͫ͂͐ͣͨ̑̄̆̅ͤ̚͏̴̧̞̠̠͔̺̟̣̫̣͖ͅn̴̂̔͆͑ͦ̔́̾̌ͬ̐͒̅̓̿͛̑҉̶̻̫͍̯͔̳̤͖͚̦̼̼̲̥ͅd̶̢̟͉̜̗̰̱͕̖̺̗̙̥̖̯ͥ̆ͭ̌ͭ͗͐ͧ̀͠ęͣͭ̋ͤͥ̋͗̄̓̅ͦ҉̺̳̤̩̹͙̜̰͚͟ŗ͔͖͉̭͓̣̟̜̦͓ͥ̇̑̔͌̽̉́̚̚͞ͅ ̢̙̳͉͓̫̐̃ͥ̿͒́̅ͬ̋́̚t̢̲̺̮̮̬̐ͭ̉̄ͮͭͥ̍̚͢͜͟͠h͇̖̹̖̰ͯ̌̈̉͊ͭͤ̇͘̕͜͢ã̷̖̻͖̖̥̟̟͔̗̊́̊ͫͤͬ͞ͅt̢̢̞̟͎̺̱̻̗̝ͤ͐ͯ́̇̓͐̿ͅ ̽ͣ͛ͤ͑̓̒̓̿̓̏̽̋̚͘҉̸̗̜͚̺̖͙̜̤͈̼̻ẗ̶̶̡̜̪̪̫̱̳͚̱͔͚͉̘́ͨ̋ͬ̎͑̋̓͂ͬ̒ͣͦ̓ͦ̅ͤ̚̕ͅͅͅh̵̨͖͍̠̻̣̟̮ͦ̃ͦ̏̒͛ͪͨͮ͜͝o̷̶̭̳̦̯̮͓̖̙ͤ̓͑̎̋̂ͣ͑̎̈͑͌͆̇ͨ͗́́͜ü̲͓̬̲͇̖̦͓̞̯̓͗̉̔̈ͭ̐̎ͫͭ̇̿ͨ͋̀̚͜͠͠͡g̑̿ͩ͑ͧ҉̞̟̲̗͇̺͎̟̭̬̲̲̝̲̕h̛̽̂̀ͦͬ̓͐̋̅͛ͦ̃̆͏͏̹̗͚̖̮͚͙̫̫̺t̟͓̝̮͇̹̰̳̱͉̞̋ͯͬ̾̃̽͐ͫ̄̆͜͞ͅ,̧̛̯̯̰̲̰͕͕̖̓͗̏̆͂̅̋̅ͪ͆͠ͅ ͥ͌͆̆̅̊͂̅͐ͬ̆̿ͩ̑̿͆͟҉̞̹̗̣͚̜̯̙̱̘̟̣͎ͅĮ̷̡͖͖̠̜̳̦̳͓͍̬̝͈̥̒̓͐ͯͨ̑ͪ̄̾͌̈̚͠ͅ ̵̷̸͋̇̾̐ͫͣ̈́͑̾̏̆̈́̋͞҉̫̘͕̟̹͓b͎͈̦̜͇͖̳̻͓̪͋ͫ̔́ͬ̋̎̊̈͛̈́́͘͢e̎̓ͪͮ҉̤̗̹̲͍̼͠g̢̛ͧ̐̿̇̔̃̍̍̆̒̊̈́͋̓͒̎̌͒͏̰͍̬̲̹͓͙͖͙̗͍͍̜̬̺ͅį̘͉͉̱͕̣̜͈̤̬̬̣̗͔̇̍̾̓͊͡n̘̫̩͎͖̠̬̞ͩ͌ͥ͊͋̒̈́͛͂͑̐̇̿̄ͭ͗́͢ ̸̵̗͚̪͊̐̃͆ͪ̄ͮ͆͊́́͝şͤ̓ͨ͋̿ͮͣ̌̆ͧͨ҉̘̗͓̻̮̯̮͇͖̗̗̥͔̩l̔͛̒ͮ̄̀̾͛̕͏̺̭̤͍̙̹̹͔̦̬̲̣̥̀ͅͅͅọ̷̡̝̯̠̹̳̩̤̣̹̰̮̼̥̳̤̪̑ͦ́̏ͣ̀ͦͣ͋̋̀̾̐͗̾͠w̴̧̡͉͚̘̰̬̭͙̫ͪ̓͆͛͝í̡̛̹͖͓̳͙̻͎͓̩͛ͪ̍̂ͤ̒͋̓̓̂ͅn̷̶ͨͯ͗ͦͤͭ͋̚͏̢̟̘̖̟̭̺̤̖̺͍̰̘̞̦̪̹̟̺͡g̷͔̙͚̥̰͍͔͇͈̞̬̤̭̊̀̔ͬ͒͛ͭͧ̓̓ͫ̇̈͂̏͒̀ ̢̭̥̠͕̖̜̼̋͂̓̎̇̋ͭ̾ͨͦ̋͐̎ͮ͑ͭ̐ͯ̊̕d̴̨ͥͫ͛͊ͮ̑ͤ̇ͧ́̉ͭ̾̄̈̒̀̚͝҉̥̰̜̭͔oͭ̄ͭͥͦ̿ͯ͂̋̌ͮ̍ͨ͐ͧ̆͏͇͔͔̼̥̣̣̻͞w̧̐ͧͥ̾̌̏ͨͯͭ̑̍̍̆̾̈́͒̉̋̋͏̶̛̲̘̪̘̯̳͓̖͖̳̩͕̟͢n͛̌͊̿͒ͮ͒͏̨̪̮͖̫̱̙̱͎̙̫̥̭̗̹̙̕͢ͅ ͉͕͕͔̹̗̥̩ͣ̀̓ͮͣͬ̉͌͑͛͞͡m̴̛̛̄̌̀̂ͯ̆̑̔̂͐ͫ̉ͨ̈́͛͏̦̫̻y͋̂͂ͫ͊̕͜҉҉̡̙̻̦̻̝͖̻͙̳̠͓̥ͅ ̖͍̫̱̦͚̼̰͕͕̯̞̙͛͗ͩ̈̄ͧ͒̏͠p̧̪̝̥͉͙̑̍̇̊̈́̽̒̎ͩ͑ͮ͋̉̒̽ͭ͗a̢̰̟͎̱̦̟̗͕̗͚̺͚ͫ̒ͥͨ̽̎̓̑͐̿̀c̵̢̨̨̦̤̜̆̅͒͘ͅi͂ͥ̈́̆҉̶̭̹̟̦̱̩͕̣̼̰͟n̵̅̊ͧ͒̔̊ͪ̀҉̷̲̣͉͍̹̯̺̼ͅg̩͕̗͔̹̟̖͈̩͖̔̐͊̀͑͋ͥͤ̏̒̽̊ͥ͂ͩ̉ͥ̚̕͞ͅ;̷̹͎͖͙͚͉̼̫̮̠̮͎̥̳͙̻̓̆̌͆̈ͮ́́͢͠ͅ ̵̧͎̮̭̖̦̫̻̬̮̺̣̼̦̪̣̱͉ͭ̈̐ͣ̓̄̓̆̕ͅͅḧ̴̴̸̼̱̲̙̭̼̲̺̻̥͚͋̾͋͞a̹̬̪͕̪͔̙̹͎̗̣̼͎͗̋̏̈͌ͭ͑ͧ̾̓̿ͥͩ͑̂̊̕͞͡v̨̡̻̥͇̖̺̪͕͓͍ͬ͋̓ͤͯ̏ͦͬ̑ͩ̿ͪͩͭ̎̊̽́̚͢͜ͅi̵̡͙͉̠̙͖̻͔̮̬̲̜̮̱̦̪̥̭͉ͬ͋̈́ͨ̍͐͊̈́̅̒́͜͟n̡̛̘͈̹̲͉̣̥͆̿̎̀͌ͥ̽̋̄͒ͯ̍͛ͨ͠g̸͌ͥͤ̀ͬ͂͌͛͂ͬ̊̉̑͊̓̄́͏̴̮͎̖̝̮͎̰͞ ̵̏̑̊̓̉̄ͪͧͮ̉̀̚̚҉̻̳̮̺̯͉͇̱̮̲̬̝͉̳̩͍tͥͯ̑̓̆͊̅̋̓̈̍̍̊ͤͥ͂̓͜҉̨̙̥̣̫̙̖͙̬̼͙̯̘̠̱̀h̿ͧ̾̃̓̆͏̳̰̩̜̩͕̗̪̹̤̰͕̙̖͝ͅē̜̭̰͙̞̟̟̗̥̰̯̻̟̺̦̐̉̏̄͛ͤ̌́͝͝ͅ ̧ͨ͐͐̃͗̂ͬ̓̾̌ͩͭ̀͋̽̚҉̡͔͈̺̟̣͎̘̭̮̭̪̫͞s̩̜̬̏͗ͦ̉́̐̚͟͢͢͠ţ̮̝̻̳̺͚̗͔͙̤͌̌ͯ͋̒̉̓ͣ̌͂ͬͦ̌̒ͮ̀́͝͝r̴ͣ̓̎ͮ̐̀̕͏̴̗͕̮͉̖͖ȧ̴̡̗̯͚̥̼̥̰̻̜̝̏͒͛̒͑̐ͨ̀̕͜n̴̡̢̘͕̝͎͈͕͓̈̌̏ͥͫͥ̏͗̇́͋̑ͫͥ̆̈̚̚͞g̶̸̭̣͖͍͔͕̗̩͚̭̥̖̹̼͖͎̉ͪ̂͂́͝ȩ̵̸͉̦̪̲̤͙̤̭̣̱͖̤͋ͤ̍̓̑̊ͭ̉̿̓̍ͣ̂ͫs̗͉̣̤͉̪̣̫͙͉̾̓̿ͪ̎̽̀̚͟͠t̶̡̳̠̳̤̂̇̈ͤͥͫ̆̌̈́͌ͮ͑ͦͦ̌́ͬ̉ ̶̪̗̟̩̲̺̘̦͉̔ͨ̍ͩ̕f̡ͭ͆͒̆̋ͣͮ͏̜̲̭̬̺̯̟̺̪͙̺̦͝ͅe̷̷̺̜̯̖̲̭̔̃̆͑ͭ͛̍̆ȩ̧͍̤̥͕̜̱͎̭̲͍̋͑ͤ̊͊ͥ̓͆́ͪ͊ͭͅl̵̨̬̖͔͉̜͍͌́̐̏̑̃̓ͣ́ͅĭ̉̈ͧ̌ͬ̑҉̡̹̺̬̜̲̣͍̟̮̠̹̬̦͎̺̖͚̀̀ͅͅn̶̸̑̿̂ͣ̌̂̌̄͗ͩ̊̅͑ͤ̓ͩ͗͊́̚͝͏͎̻͙̠̦͇̗̻̺g̸̛̛̹͔̞̭̙̯̊ͧ͋͋̔̄̓̓͒̉̀̋͗̋͐̾͛ͦ̋͘ͅ.̊̂͑ͯ͏̝̳̲̥̦̘̣͇̩̖̭̫͕ ̢́͊ͤ͛͌̄̃ͮ̄̓͝҉̧̻̹̻̻́ͅͅȦ̵̞̮̜͉̩̪̦͈̱̟̺̖̼̇͂̒͋̇͠ͅ ̘̝̗̦̩̋ͯ͒̈́͑̍͌ͥ̾̓ͮ̃̃̈́̿̑͠f̨̆̓̎̿̈́͆͞҉͓͓͔̦̱̥̙ȩ͇̲̣̭͙͎̑̅ͣ̓́͢e͇̟̖̦̮̼̱̣̝̟͔̺̣̲̤ͮ͋̇͌ͪ̈ͧ̓̀͟l̜̗͖̝̦ͬ̌ͧ̉̉̈́̋̍͋̋͆̒̀͝͝i̶̶̮̱̱̳̝̘̩ͥ͊̐̃͌ͦ͢͞n̷͇̬̟̱̻͓̦̰̜̍ͥ̈́͌̋̾̀g̴͋̏̒͒̑͒̑̓ͦͣ̈́ͭ҉̟̙̼͔̩͉͉͉.̢̧̣̱̥̬̮̼̔̀ͤ͊̈́͘͜͜.̡̩͍̣̻̟̺̻͙͓̮̰̰͔͙͓͓̓̇ͮ̏͛̆̈́̈̀͢.͇͙̭̜̘̙̺͙̟͍͍͈̦̱̳̗̣͚̫͋̔ͮ͊̐͒́͘.̝̪̠̜́͗̏̽ͣ̐ͫ̂ͣ̌͊̀́̕͡ ̌̓ͭͭ͊̈́̿ͮͨ̋̄̚͏҉̰̩̯͖̬̺̹̪͚̹̠̤͎̦̼̲̬tͥ̈͂́̈́̂̉̀ͨ͒ͩͭ͛͊͌͏̢͔̩̖̮͍̬̘̹́͝h̸͂ͫ͊͌̌͗̈̏̂̃̇̌̚̚͘҉̣̭͓̼̮͖͙̹͔͚͞ͅa̳̻̳̤̭͒ͯ̽̽̎̂͑ͫ̎̄̒̈̂̀̊͆̍̈́͌́t̢̖̮͈̱̘͚̱̯̺͇̯̭̙͇̥̦ͦ̎ͧ͠ ̧̢̦̞͕̝͈̫̪͔͔̖͎͓̦̱̻̀̑ͮ͆̊̆̾ͪ̆̇͒͑ͫ̀͟͝ͅt̵̸̨͒̋̇̍͂̋̃͐̿̈́ͯͧ̄̇̚̚̚҉̺̜̠̺̟̠̟̲̘͉̺̮̜͘e̶̵̻͖͔̫̍̂͒̏́̃͠l̴̰̺̣̹̬͉̙̲̰̜̪̠͎͚̥͉̘̪̖̀ͥͭ̿ͥ̇̃ͥ̿͒̅̇ͫ́́ļ̵̸̴̫͕̠̳͎͚͓̳͚̟͉͖̫̤̺̠ͨ̓ͧͧͫ̓̾͊͛ͤ̋̃̈́͌̚ṡ͓̠̲͚̲̪̟̜̀̉̂̈́̈̍̍ͫ̒̒̇ͯ̒͊̊̑́͜͢ ̵̶͓̩̹̼̤̉̉̍̃ͣ͂̅͆̆ͮ̓̉mͪ̓ͬ̾̉ͭͥͪ͒̏ͩ̑ͥ͗͟҉͏̷͙͇̠̠̥̪̺̹ͅe͊͗ͬ̓̿͐ͦ̈́̋̀҉̴̧̻̭̼̼̲͉͇̝̟̰̼̕͡.̧͓̟̞̼͖̳͎̖̈̈́̿ͫ̃͒̔ͨ͊̂ͩ̔̓ͩͣ́.̵̧͈̺̜̣͓̝̦̤̟̇̃͂̆̐ͫ̄̽̀.̴̴̭͍͖̭̫͉̦͎͈̯̣̭̞̫̳̦ͯ͂ͨ̑͒ͤ̓̈̅̏̋ͫ̇̄͐̃ͫ̕.̑͐̿͆́ͤͫͪ͆ͫͣ͆̌ͩ̏̓ͮ̚҉̴̡̢̟̭͇̙͔̪͕͍͝.̶͕͚̼̭̭͙̖͂ͧ̎̈́̿̋͐́̂͋͒ͬ͢͢.̍͋͑͢҉̣̠̪̰̼̗͉͚͓̹͖.̷̴̼̣̯̺͇͚̻͓͍̟̥̪̜̫̼̣̻͆ͭͣ̂ͫͤ͘͜͡ ̿̂̄̈̍̇̋͗̈́ͤͧͧ̀̚͞҉̛̙̤̼̭̥̼͖̪̗̲͇̼͚͙̯͜t̵̹̟̖̳͕̘̣̗͉̖̤ͤ̓ͦͮ͑͊̓̑ͩͤ͗̆ͫ̌̀̚͘h͖̥͎̺̼̝̹̪̞͍̗̰͋̃ͨ̂̿͐̓̃ͭ͆̋ͤ̈́̕ạ̡̦̦̲͉̭ͬ̆̉̏͑͋ͮ̉̅ͣ͑̓̂̚͜͡t̔ͬ̏̇̍͑̃̃̋̈́̐̉ͪ͗͋͆̄҉̨̯͔̙̥̭͔̭̳̙̪̲̀ ͍̪̥̖͙̱̩̞͚̮̺̖̟̜̝̘͑̒̊̄̽͛̐̓̈ͨͫ̃̄́́̚͝Ì̹͕̜̘̥͚̘̣̐ͫ̉͆͌͒̌̇̆ͧ̌̍͐ͭͤ͗͊ͭ͝'̷̢̻̝̼͕̪͇̤̙̣̱̳̺̮̹͈̹͙̼ͣ͆̏̉ͭ̎͂͋͋ͩ͂̒͊̚͘͜͟m̢̠̮̬̰̗̻̞̳͎͍̟̯͔͎̟̥̯̪̍͋̉ͨ̊ͤͩͨ̔́͡ͅ ͎̼̗͍̠̭͈̣̦͈̀͒ͥ͛̆̀̋̍̚͘̕͟n̐̉̌ͮ͐̊̄͊̂̋́҉̢̳̦̼̜̲̻̺̫̕ỏ̢̨̦̯͎̗̞̝͍̪̘̦͎͇̝̮̹͙̬̹̞͆͋͋̋̔́͜t̷̛͎̱̩͇̤͖̠͙̘͈̝̳̟̮̣̍̒͒̓̿͂̋ͥ̋ͩͤ͋ͫ̀ͯ͌̓͟ ̧͇͓͓͇ͣ͗̾͂͛̎͆͋͐͑̍͑̌̽ͩ̇ͮ̃̾́͞à̷͚̤͖̤͉̐͋̋ͪͭͥ͑̉͛̅͒̄̿͠͝l̴̸̳͚̰͚̙̾͛͒̑ͣ͛ͬ̈̄̾͐ͭͦ͂͛̇͂̓̌o̵̭̩̲̩͍̞̯͇̱̘̹̺̤̘̙̙͛̎̒̑͂̍̂̈͒ͦ̍ͯ̿ͬ̉ͮͪ̆͞ṇ̷̨̣̹̫̯̬̻̩̣͈̫̗̲̯͖̫̗̆ͤ͛̔ͥ͑ͥͨ̊́͠ę̪̦̬̲̖͕̠̝̯̹ͭ̓͋͋̌̄̓̽̃͂̓̂̓̅̇̕͜ ̎̉̍̽̐͆̃̋̍̉ͥ̀̈́͋̌̓ͥ̇҉̵̞̞͈͇̱͙͚̝̘̣̝̜̪͚̙̟̣̺̘i̩̞̩͖͖̤̝̣̱͎͖͋̆̐͒̇͢͝ͅn̡̨̏̒ͨ̈̒͋ͭ̈́͆ͨͦͣ͋ͩͦ̾ͬ̕͏̗̣̖͇̦̩̼͖ ̯̖̟̞̜̻̥͔̼̳̳̘͎̙̫̹ͧ͐̋ͬͤͮͮ̏͑͋ͪ͗ͩ̀̚͝ͅͅhͨͪͫ̈́ͮ͏̢̺̯͎̝̣͔́͘ę̮̰̗͉̈͊̐͐͗ͥ͆͋̀́͢ͅͅͅr͇̯̺̥̘̙͖̹̭̞̗̖̖̬͒̿́ͭͭ̓̚̕͘ͅẽ̴͚̳̣̲͚͔̬͔̜̣̗̖̹̥̗̊ͣ̍̈́͂͆ͮͫ͟͜͢ͅ.̳̬͈̹͖͇̙̱̖͎̖͔̤͖̩̖͚̼ͣ̈ͯ̈́ͪͨͩ̃̉̉ͧͣ̿ͥ̀̽̓́́ ̴̷̖̠̯ͣ̉̽ͥ͂́̌ͣͯ͒̄̈́͊̅̐̌ͦ̚S̢̛̱̪͚̟̭͚͚͓̙̮̙̹̟̉͛̀̿̍͂̍̄ͮͤ̎́l̨̢̧̟̩̬̦̺͓̞̪͚̠̥̲̘̰͈͈͖͍̈̿̌ͬ͆ͮ͟͝o̡͇̻͚̞̤̭͕̟͌ͫ̿̀́͟w̙̰̭̞̲̱̩̟̜͍̼̳͕̟͈̝̰̌̆̅̉̔ͥ̀͘l̷͍̹̞̻̻̙̝̗͓̞̹̭̤̜̙̱͋̐͋͌̓ͦ̏ͥ̐͑̍̃ͯ̎̚͝ͅͅy̶̷͖̫͍͎̹̖͖̰̻̻̣͉͉̼̗͉̯̌͌̊ͯͩ͋͠ ͨ̄̔͊̀ͨ̓̋ͩͧ͊̚҉̮̰̮̜̱̰͚̼̯͔̦̝͇̝͖̭̕͜͡I̶̡̗͙͈͈͎̿͐̏̂̏ͫͤ̈́́ͪ͌̾͠ ̴̧̧̖̜̙̝̜͈͈̻̤̞̜̭̙͇̻̞͔̻͓̊̑̉̓͐ͯ͒͟͞t͐̇ͨ͂͌̌̉ͦ̊͏̷̧̯̱̬̹̼̤͖͍͚̱̥͢͞ͅu̴̮͎͈̗̬̜͆̋̊̐̀͝ͅr̷̴̒ͮ́̃̄͂̇ͤ̐̎ͩ̎ͬͧ̌̐̉͘͜͏̜̣̹̺̳̗̦͉̟͔͔̣͓̘͕̯n̡̛̺͎̤͈̎ͮ̽͗͒̒̄̑̒̇͢ ̸̟͍̼̯̝̻̜̦͖̞̀̅̋̽ͮ̒̃̄̊̽ͧ̑̍ͥ̅͡a̸ͬ͒̿̌̋҉̦̹͔̭̲̣͍̯̼̱̠̖r͋̆ͪ̔ͧ̾ͦ͗̂͌̿͛̂̈̒ͪ͜͢͏̥͕̰̳̩͎͚͕̝̺͍̳̭̣ͅͅo̴̦̘̝̩ͤ̓̊̊͐̔̾͛ͭ̋͌̄ͨ̒͘ǘ̸̵̯̤̤͎͓͙͙͍̯̥̦͈̳̟͙ͭ̋̒ͬͥͫ̉̾̅̒̾͒ͭ͘͜n̴̵̺͕̖̬͚͍͖̤̹̫̯̣̽͊̏ͤͭ͡͝ͅd̞̦̺̝͙̳̘͉͓̬͓͇̣̤͚͖͕̤̻̔͋̊̽ͫ͊ͪ̔̈͋ͦͫ̽͜͠,̶͔̜͚̤̙͖̳̗̠̥̱͚̼͙͖̲͍̩̖̓ͣ̆͑͒̂̆ͮͤͣ͡͞ ̧̈̀͊͗ͭ̈ͪ̊̂́ͭ̊͌ͬ͐́ͮͤ̽҉̧̟̜̹̼̝̝̙͡͝ŗ̪͇̣̼͔̤͕͙͈͔̿ͧ̔ͩ͒̀͟e̮̥̣̼̪͔̝̲̅̓̆ͤ̐̋̇͒̐͂̓͡͡v̡͖̦̤̳̼̮̜̜͎̠̱ͥ̑ͮͧ͛̿ͤ̓̓̃ͯ͂ͯ̊͘͠ì̷̩̯͙̪͎̪̭̱̦ͨ̒̄ͫ̊͆̀̾̎̆́̾̑̀͝e̡̻͚̤̻̝̝̹̟̟̰̼͔̖͍̜̳̽ͬ̔̅ͬ̓ͪ̈̂̊͛͒̈̏ͣ͂ͫ͘͢͟͠w͔̼̞̱̫̤̩̼͇̭̞͍̪̫̜͒̽͂̈́̽̃̋ͪ͛͗̀ͯ͆́̚͜i̸͍̲̹̖̼̝̳ͮ̐̎ͭ͋̒ͩ̒͑̈͆͐ͭ́̚͘͢n̸̩̗̲̦͓̭̻͚̲̭̤̖̘̲̭̥͗ͨͣ̉͆̐̇̑̈́̿̓̀ͤͫ͘͜͝g̸̫̘͙̰͖̻̘̥̼̲ͬͮ̋̒ͪ̃̉̄́̈́͂́̾̽ͩ̃̿̏̚͘͟͝ ̶̡̢̱͎̺̬̪̞̯̤͔̻͎͖͙̮̞̟͕̠ͭͬ̋ͤͧ̋̍ͦ͌̔͘͢m̭͔͍̹̟̖̳̭̙͚̪͕̐͛̇̓̓̄͋͐̈́̉̓ͥ͜ͅͅy̴ͯ͑͒̈ͫ͒ͯ͋ͮ̋͒̒͐́͞҉͇̥̫̳̣͖̳̫̻̥ ̴ͧ̍ͫ̑͌ͨͩ̋ͩ̔̉ͧ͆͜͝͏̯̩̺s̟̮͈̞̙̗̗̺̦̞̦̼̰̝͂̏ͦͬ̌ͣ́͆͒̎͌͗̕͠ͅu̶̵͖̫̭̠̭̜̯ͫ́͛̐͞r̈ͤ̿ͩ́͊͑҉̬̪͓̣̥͘͟͝r̛͉͔̫̦̦̩̺͈̤̩̫͔̮͚̮ͩ͊̐̿ͬ͆̂ͮ͜͠͝o̶̢͈̲͈̣͇ͫͬ̅͆ͭ́͑̿ͬ́̔̀ų̴̻̯̱̤̜̘̬̩̫̳͚̙͙̩̺̲̦̙̐̾͑ͣn̴̻͎̘͚̤̙̳̬̝̼͙̝̭̗̑̃̐̚̕d̷ͨ̌͗ͯͪ̈́̆ͤ͒ͯ̊̈̐̽̂͂̀̚͏̗̟̙̮̙̣͎̘͕̜̞̯̦̙̺ͅi̢̮͇̳͍̪͇͇̘̣̩̻̼̯̝͕ͫ̾̇͆̊̃̿̊ͫ͆̈́ͯ͐̒ͪ̄ͥ̀̚͠n̴̷͚̘̩̘͖͇̼̦̻̩̬̬̦̞̳͌̅̃ͥͨ̏̀̚g̝̤̘̘̻̩̪̺̼̼̫͔͍̥̱̩̤̤̈́ͪ̐͊̍ͥ̓̽̾͂͛͠ͅs̨͈̲͍̝̹͎̭̝͓̭̻̥̯͕̩ͭ̾ͬ͐͆ͣ̌ͮ̿̏̂̓̈͆̃̔̒ͧ́̚͜͞ ̶̦͙̦͖̭͍̤̹̲̹̬͇̙̳̠̱ͭ̒̀͊̃̅ͬ͘͘͢v̵̶̡̭̗̠̱̥̟̳̘̘̰̜̩͕̱͖̯͂̑̒̎͟e̵͂͒ͭͧ͛͋̿͋͊ͩ̃̂̓̆̾̚͏̴͈̤̫̥̪̦́͠r̷͖̞̹̖̼̙̱̮̼̟̞̹̻̗̓̓ͧ͌ͯ̅̀́̚͠͠y̷̡͕͇̖̖̺͔̜̟͍̹͚̣͙ͨ̃́̊̍͊̿̃ͣ͛͒̃̈́̽̅ͩ̄̍ ̴͇̞̼̦͖͚̬̘̟ͦ̈̀͗ͯͯ͂̎̀̌̅̅̂̀̚͡͝ç̸̛̺͈̬̠͍̦̻̰̣̞͎̤̞̲̗̟̇ͩͨ̍ͧ̾ͯ͐̉ͪ͂ͩ̎͋̈́̏ͯ͌͂͘͝ͅͅaͭ̈́̔̋̃̆̏̇ͭͯͩ̉ͦ̚̚̚͏̯͚͓̱͎̠͉̯̲̟͕̣͔͎̱̭r̸̛̙̘͔̜͔̝̬̖̼͕͇̬̩ͨ̊͐̉ͤ́̅̾̄̓̀̊͌ͤ͐̇ͤ̇͜͡ͅȩ̵̡̥͉͍̝͍̳͕̩̤̺̾̈̓́͘͜f̡̄ͥ̔͐҉̫̘̠̫̰̲ü̷̢̨̘̞̙͉̗̖̯͎̦̙͓͈͔̉͊̄̆ͪ͋̈͆͂ͧͭ̇́͜l̵̨̬̤̝̖̯͍̫͚͈̾̐̐̎̔͒̿ͩͩ͒ͥͫ̍̂͑͂̌̀̚͡͡l̴̸͔̫͚͙͚̠͉̺̙͈͎̭͕͚̹̝͍̄̂̉ͮ͆̄͊̆̄͑̕ͅy̵̯̬͓͚̤͎̽ͩ̍ͣ̀̾ͭ̔̌̍ͫ͘ͅ.̸̴̵͔͕̺̼͂͐̽ͩ͋̑̽ͥ̔̀͋ͯ̿̒̆̍̒̿͝ ̨̣̣̙̬̯̠͇̹̗ͥ̒ͮ̉͝͠͡T̸̨̀̔̓̈͜͏̟̟̩̩̫̤̣̠̥̦̰͙ḥ̨̡̨̱̣̜͕͇̳̤͔̱͖͑͋ͯ͊͐̋͌̉ͨ͂̆͊̆ͪͬ̽͑͛ͯͅę̷̷̸̛͎͚̣̤̖͖̘̑̿̊ͨ͆̅̽ͬ̚ ̶̡̧͚̪̰̼̲̇̏ͬ͌͜b̵̢̠̜̰̤̱͇̱͔̹̥͕͇̞̤̥̱ͮͨ̂ͥ̒ͭ̊̀ͨ̓ͥ̚̕ȩ̴͕̼̫̤ͣ͛̽̔̇̔͋̀͗̂ͯͧ̆̇̎ͭ̄́́͠d͊ͥ̓̊͐̒͜͡͏͍̻̳̙̳̼̠̭ ͂̿̔̽͂̇͂͆̏̑̂̀̈͗̃̑́͐ͮ͏̷̴͔͚̰̣̳͉͉̤͚̱̠͞ȓ̴͇̠̫̞͉͕̙͖͚̝̝͙̉͌ͮ͋̿̽̀͜ēͫ͑̀͐ͮͥ̉̔̓ͯ͝҉҉̩̭͓̱̱̮͙̻̭͖̟͓͎͚ͅs̸̸̛͚̠͖̳͇̥̻̦̜͙̤͖͛̄ͦ͗͑̌͐͐̚͡ͅt̵̫̦͇͕͔̳̣͓̘̺̫̻ͭ̈́̃̈̈́ͬ̑̔̄̾̓ͨ̽͂͂͆̀́̕͠͠ę̷͓͉͉̱͇͈̦̥͙̘̇͐͐ͩ̎̊̓̌ͩ̀ͫͪ̾ͅd̴̰͕̘̰͖̜̳̠̩͐ͤͤ̿̋̆͐̅̔̽͒ͬ̿̑͑̀͡͞ 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̸̊̍̌̍̏̎̆ͦ̓҉̷͓̱̬̯̣͓͖̠̪̟̤͇̦̕ͅŞͥ́͊ͬͮ͂ͤ͌ͪ̄҉̦̝̗̳͎͔̙̬͖͓̝̯͚̺͞ḩ̦̳̬ͣ͊̀̉͗͌̌̀̾̔͋͒̇͢e̼̖̱̻͕̙͍͓̤̦̞̰̘̳̫̽ͭ̏̐̈͛̂̀́ͅ ̷̧̨̖̹͙̱ͭ̃ͨͨ̍͜͠s̶͇̗͓͚͚̪̗̬̻̪͙͍͍̳͊̌͌̈͑̑ͬ͒͘ẗ̴̡̞̙͇̳̜ͭͣ̈̐ͧ̂̒̅ͣ͂ͪͧ̀̀̕á̸̤̖̖͔̝̫̉̎̋̔ͫ̐̔̂̄̿͡r̲̣̬̬̻̻͈͓͓̫̖̤̻͂͋̆̇̍͗ͯͧ̎̽͢͠͝t̃ͤ̇̊͛͏͏͔̥̠̣̙̝̖̪͇̣͈̠́s̅̒͌̓ͤͤͣ̑ͭͬ͌͗ͬͪ̃ͬ̎͏̨̬̞̙̭͓̤͍͖̥̙̣͖ͅ ̸̰̤̬̙̺͖̂̇ͬ̄ͨͥ́̚͜͝rͣ̉ͦ̄ͫ͊̇̊̎͆ͧ͝҉̯͖͓͈̹̳͇͡ͅa̵̴̷̭̩͓͉̲͈͎̖͇̫ͦ͐ͤ͆͗ͣ̃̊̏͑̑͌ͥ̔͐͂ͧ̅ͫ͡͠iͬͧ͌͂͛͑ͯ҉̷̖̦̳͓̹s̴̡̹̫̗̺̮̉ͨͩͨ̓̐̃̅ͭ́͜͜͜i̢͉̙͎̜̻̲̟͓͇̬̮̯̝͚͍̫̅̓ͧ̎̾̾̊̎̽͛̔ͪ͜ṅ̴̫̼̞̬̟̻͉͙̖̺̟̼͉̗̜̞̓͑̄̏̾͗̃̃̑ͧ́̅ͯ͂͡ͅͅg̸̶̡̜̱̭͎͎̼͓̓̅̃͛̂͌͒ͧͥ̈ͣ͗͐͋͑̅͘̕ ̵̛̖͚͍̻̠̥̍ͫ̊̾́͘h̡̗̲̣̲̾̄ͯ͆͗͗ͯͦ̈͊́̌eͮͦͣ̏ͭ̏̐ͩͤ͑ͫͩ͊ͬ͆̍ͣ͏̧͏̪͓̥̹r̶̷̯̺͓̭̖̲̜̘̫̟̹̫̰̗͕͒̅ͭͪ̀ͪ̆̅͛ͮ͐ͧ͐̔̓̃̑̚̚͠͝͞ͅ ̴̷͓̝̱̟̃ͮ͂̉ͫ͑̒̃ͫ͋̑͐̑ͧḧ͚̰̪̗̫̣̽͐̓̑̑ͮͫ̀ͥͪ̓ͧ͋̎̍̀͟͢͟ë̷ͯ̓ͥ̎͌̏̃̄̋̄͑҉̞͓̝̥̜̻͠͠ͅȃ̛̽̏ͣ̂̃ͬ̽̽̍ͤͭͮ͆҉̶̯͇̺̙̘̳͇̘̦d̸̨̞̠̤̣͕̰̣̳̍͂̏͒͑̑ͯͨ̎ͮ͌ͯ̿ͣͮ̀ ̴̧͉̘̱̤̫̮͎̯̟ͨͤ͐ͫ͌̊̈̄̌̇͌ͪ̀͟t̵̢̘̩̗̜͓̜̼̙͙̻̼̙̰͊ͬ̽̅͝ǒ̍̌̽̂͏͕̤̭͚̻̻͕̲̼̬̜͡ͅw̆͆ͮ̑̑͂̀͊̑̐̊͛̊̽͐ͨ̀͏̣̣͙͈̼a̟͚̖̣̜͚̲̗̲̗̹̗̠̱̬͇͂ͫͫ̊̈́̾̔͒̋ͭͤ̍̅̓͆̑̔͌̀͘ͅr̸͓̞̺̳̯͇̝̲͚̩̟̣̪͚̞͙̱̍̔͆̅̈̓̋̊́͑̆̇͒ͨ̿̎̚͜͞d̛̟̳̝͍̙̦̺͙͔͎̱͓ͩ̉ͣͩ̓̈́ͪ̓͋̔ͫ̎̎ͩ͊̑̚͠ş̛̣̪̠̞̱̠̟̟͔̜̬ͨͭͪͬͪͨͨ̌ͤ̆̄ͧ̚͜͡ ̷̧̤̯̙̘̝̖̩̠̲̞̆ͥ̐͗͋͗̋̃ͣ͢͞ͅm͙̳̯͙͕̠̣̱̗̭͚͈̠̺̺ͨͫ̍̕͢e̴̢̪͎̯̠͍͕̙͔̩̱̋͐̏ͪ̿̑ͣͮͩ͞,̵̴̢̖̰̞͉͊̓̏ͮ̕͝ ͦ̂̋̐͊̀̽̃̎ͧ̾͒ͦ̓̓̇͛͗ͧ͏̢̯͉̲͖͉̻͚̗͖̥̪͉͔̲̟̫͔̩͟s̡͉̯̠͓̯͉̦͙̗͍͇̘̟̮̥̙̣̘ͩͫ̎ͧ͗̃̓͘h̵̛͎̩͔̜͙̞̗̞̥͙̣̝̼̲̬̺ͬ̏̐̇ͩ̽͗ͤ̋ͦ̋̇̂͟ͅo̴͉̩͔̻̜̬͕̝͒̈ͫ̈ͩ̕͜͡w̓̃͋̈́ͦͩ́̏̒̌̾̏̚͡͞͏̷̱͕̲̞̺̼̜̼͝i̠̙̳̬̪̪̦̟̟̭͖̪͖̊̄̍̅̔̒ͮͨͦ̾̄̅̄̒̒͂͛̄̓̀̕n̴̛͎̝̩͍͊̍ͩͦ͢g̡̙̙̭̟̜͇̺͇̗̻̦̟̯̭̮̝̲̘̟̾ͩ̈ͦ̑̽̈͑̋͑ͧ͋͛ͦͪ̎͂̃ͤ͢ ̧̖͖̞͖̝̩̟̼̙̾̋ͯ́ͫͧ́̄ͧ́̏ͩ͊͢͢aͤ̌̀̈ͪ̒̇̄̚̕҉͇̞͕̝͉͙̪ͅͅn̻̤͈̟̓̋́̏̓̒͆͛̃́̀ ̶̧̨̢̘̬̤̪͎͔̠ͪ̍̃̽̓̄ͦͪ̏̊ͪ͛̽͛̄̿͂̔͡é̄ͨ̅ͪ͋ͫ̓͏̯̤̰̹̺͢x̛͚̫̙̱̥͎͉̭̓̂̾ͤͦͪ͋͋͞ͅͅp̃̊ͮ̇̅̀́ͫ̊̚͏҉͔̻̗͚̭͝ȓ̴̡̖̠̮͉̗̪̩̮̮͙̞̄̽̑͒ͤ̋͋̽ͤ̓̎̇͜͜͝e̶̵̢̟̮͚̳̪̠̪͇͎̺̍͊ͦ̀̉́͗͐͟šͣ̐͗̅͋͗ͥ̔ͤ̇ͫ̈́̚̚̕͠͏̤̹͓͓̞̞̠̺̙̟s̵̴̮̳̟ͪ̑̓̂̆͐ͯ́̎̾͂̿ͣ̂͠͠ì̶̵̛̮̹̙̫̗͈̯̠̩̻͍ͫ̈́͛̑̾ͪ̋ͤͥ́͒ͩ͘͜o̴̷̵̬̥̖͈̘̜̝͎̞̹̖̘̪̘̘͉̠ͯ͌ͧͩ̉͛ͤ͝n̔͋ͧ͆̓͌ͪ̈̿̑̿͂̈́̅̚҉̘̻̘͍̞̟̟̠͍̹̺̕͢͜͠ļ̴̣͔̲̼̂̇͗̐͑ͥ͊̎̒̍ͪͭ͂̀̀̉͋̐̈́͝ͅẻ̼͉͚̜̘̤̊͆ͬ͢͠s̢̧̨̯̰̝̗͇̩̟͑́̋̓̓̿̑ͮͮ̑̈̆ͬ͟s̢͕͈̘̼̫̯̼͂ͩ̐ͮͭ̓͂ͪ̐̄̊̌ͭ̏͢͞͠ͅ ̡̛̦̝͍̺̳̮͎̹͎͕̦̙̝̻̠̞̤͇̹͌ͯ̍̄͋̈̌̎͡f̢͐ͭ́͌͢͟҉͇͓̲͔̯͓̖̱̠̙̰͈ą̴̎ͩ͐͊̽̊͘҉̥̤͉̼͞c̮͎̥̳̩̝̪̮̦̝̼͙͖͋ͥ͛ͯ̒͂͊̋̉́̕͝ͅȩ̴̨͇̤̙̫̲̖̪̹͔̩̰̻͓̙͖̜͗͊ͦ̀̈́́ͅ.̷̨̡͇̩̲͖͖̣̘̹̥̳̞̠̩̝͈͚̩̟̳͐̃̓̑̐ͭ̾̄͢͟ ̴̸̥̬̗͎̯̘̰̪͚͚̔̾̽̂͜ͅḦ̢̺̼̰̹̗͙̜̝̦̣̻́ͮ̈́ͫͦ̍͂̿ͮ̑̽͠e̒͌ͪͣ͜҉͇̜͇͇̫̟̝̰r̴̋͗́ͭ̈́̔̿̄ͮͬ͋̉̃͛ͥ͗̈̇ͧ҉̟̞͚͙͙͔̻̗̜ ̴̬͙͍͕̋̌͒͛̂̈́͛̆̈́͌ͪ̄͐̋̀̏ͨ͞e͙̯͚̙ͭ̅͛ͥ̃̓͘͜͢͞ȳ̷͆̊ͤ̑̃ͩ̾̚҉̷̮͖̠͕̟̼̮̰͎̮̗͇̰̱̳̠e̷̛̗̠̼͖̰͓̤͉̜̘̮̝͇̙͎̠̱͆̄ͬ̋͗̌ͯͥͤ̑͊̀̚͝s̆̉͐͗ͯ͏҉̣̦̟͚̦͈̼̠̘̺̼̱͠ͅ ͫ͛ͨ͗̈̾ͯͪ́ͥ̚҉̟̞̜̠͚̤̰̠̭̻̯̟̤͎̩͠͝a̟̮͎̭̮̠̝̞̝̖̙̠̿ͨͧ̎ͤ̽̑̽͑ͬͨ̅̀̀͘͝ȓ̡̨̳̩͓͕͎̦͖̼̪́̓ͦ̍͌ͬ̀̀̈̓̆̊̇̌̓̌̾̉́͢͞ę̜͖̘̎ͮ̈̔͟ͅ ̨̧̣̯̜͙̺͇̮̫̰͍̭͙̩̤̅̒ͧ͂ͬ̿̍ͯ́͊̑̉ͫ̀̐̍͛̿̾͢͜͢ç͒̅̽̋̾̏̅̽̔ͮ͒͆̃̓ͫͦͭ҉͕̣̥͇̩͎̙̥̞̥̻̣͔͝l̦̪̭͍͈̲͔̮̺͍̬̣̀̂́̋͑̅͐̔͌͌̍̽͑̿͂͗ͨ̕͘͠͝͝ǫ͉͓̙͙͖̜̘̟͚̤̟̫̯̭͙̲̥̅ͪ̈́̋̎͢͞ͅs̵̡̡̖̝͙̪͉͍͐ͮͭ̋͗ͧͥ͊̓̋̐ͬͩ̅ͥͥ͆͛̀̕ȩ̷̰͍̣̭̦̠̮͖̻͙̼͈͖͂̇̓͂ͮͬ̑ͯͪ͆̀̕dͣ̏ͪ̇̇̂ͫ̑̋̔͋̊̉́̅̔͡҉̘͚͚̰͎̝̼̲̠͕̩̝͎͔̳̘̩͉̣ ̸̤̻͔̼̉̊͑ͦ̔̿̄͝b̨̧̗͓̩̩͎̮̃̈̅͑͒̈̾̌̋̽ͤ̉̒u̴͓̲͕̱͇͚̅͊͌̔ͬ͐̾̊̈ͬͯ̋ͨ͗ͯ͡t̴̨̳̘̬͔̥̾ͪ̈́͒ͮ̏ͥ̊͛ͨͫ̀́ͬ̀́̕ ̡͎̫̯̪͚̮͚̪̻̞͖͖͍̰̍̍ͬ̓͛̊̊h̡͔̜̼͈̙̪̪̺͈̝͖̪͍̺͇̻̩̲̯̋͗̿ͪ͟͝ė̵̢̢͚͙̟̥͕̳̙̳̝̋ͯͦ͛͑͆ͬͥ̒͢r̸̎ͦ͒̈́ͪͬ̇̊̏̾͒͊̅̅̚̕͘͘͏̲͓̙͔̻̮͕̲̺̘̗͈̦ͅ ̵̙̼̳̟͎ͥͯͩ̇͠f̷̮̱̼͙̘̊̉͆̅̇͑̌̋̈͆ͫ͊̎ͅa̵̗̟̼̭̲̺̩̭̣͕͇̮ͣ̐ͩ͐̃͋ͭͮͭ̎́ͭ̚̕͜͢c̵̴̀͂͐ͧ̃ͨ̾͏҉̴̲̱̼̣̩̼̲̪̺͖̺̜ͅeͬ̈́̐ͤͣ̔ͪͫ̍͂̆̂ͦ͒͗ͫ͛̕͏̜̭̹̝̫̝͓̳̜̺͔̻͙̮̻̙͓̱ ̶ͦ͒ͥ̈ͣ͋̾̉͑ͭ͑ͧ͑̅̾̚͏̵̼̩͔̯̤̪̼͢͡i̴̶̢̬̤̩̗͚̖͑̿̈͗̋ͭ̍͛ͫ͒͋̏̂͐ͯ̚ͅṡ̩̺̠̟̜͙̮̰͓͖̣̫̝̤̤̟̼̲͐ͬͦ̓ͤ̏̎̀͛͆̅̑̈́̆ͨ̊͜͠ ̽̃̃̀͋̉͗ͫ͐̀͏̵̯͙̳͍̭̝͍͚͎̰ĺ̴̨̯̞̘̥̙̞̩̻͉̺̰̬͆ͨ͌̓̏ǒ̡̧̗̤̩͎̭̝͈͖͍̬̯̮͚͍͔̄̉ͨ̒ͨ̊͊̈̀̌ͥ͆͒ͬc̎̽̾̓̏̚҉̡̺̺̬͚̞̤̭̥͎͔͕̜̲̗ͅk̥̤̜͇̞͚ͫ̏ͤ̉͛́ͧ͗̈́̅̊͂̇̽̈́͗͜͡͠e̴̡͈̤̰̗͊ͤ̑̅̀ͩ͒̒ͮ͗̄̂ͭ̐͝d̡͔̰͓̬͓̥͇̱̰̭͋̂ͣͧͤͭ̃͆͑ͫ̅͐̔̍̎ͩ̀̀͞ ̽ͪͭ̎ͧͮ͋͏͏̴̷̯̳̤͚̮͉o̶̴̷̠̟̭̟͆̋ͣ̌͂͛̅́͟n͇̜̣̩͙͎͙̻͓̙͓̱̦͈̈́̀ͫ̂̐̕͘͝t̨̡͓͇̯̳̘̥͍̣̹̞͒͊̈̍̉̇̓͗ͤ͆͜ớ̴̳̻̮̙̩̥͚͙̘̰͖̼͙̫̠̒ͨͨ̍̾̿͗̓̾̅̍͜͠͝ ̀ͧ́͌͌̀ͥͧ͌̊ͮ̅̏ͤ̅ͫ̚̕͏̢̗͚͔̱͇̝̩̞͓͓̙͖͓͕̙͡m͐ͪͥͫͬ͒ͨ͂̀͑̓̀̊̉̒ͣ̿͏҉̶̛̯̺̣͓̥̤̬̖̞͚̹̜̼ͅͅe̢̝̘̯̠̟͕̟͙̝̱͇̜̹̙͓͉̼̘͑͑̋͜.̶̧̤̬͔̤͓̤͛ͪͭ͌̈͐̉͛͆̉̉͋̿͟͡ ̧̫͇̬͚̻͕ͮ̑ͬ̒͋̒͡͝İ̧̇ͫ̃̃͜͡҉̡̩͔̙̺̫̭̭͉̪̙̱̙͎̣ ̸́́͐̍̑̄̾ͯ͂́͐͠҉͏͓̱̟͍̭̱̰f̛̛̗͍̝̜̲̹̗̙͔̲̯̺̭̦͋̂ͭ̅ͬ͊ͭ͂̏͑͋͐̑͑̒r̨̢̬̠̬̰̫̙̭͎̮̻̝̲̻̟̈́ͧ̔͋̀ͨ̈́̓̓̈́̅͐ͮ͒͗͆ę̢̜̞̤̻̟̤͉͍̫̣̦͖͕̯̯̬͎̠̝̃ͬͣ̍̌̓ͩ̓̾̃̐͊͂́́ȩ̲̼̙̩̻̬̰͖̝̰̲͔̞͚͆͆͆̇̆̊̐̈̆̊ͫͪ̈́̅̄͘͞z̡͉͙͌͂ͨ̎́̓͐̾͆̚͠ͅe̡̧̱̯̫͍̬̠̯̖ͯ͐̑̋̓́̌̎̅́͐̑͛ͯͬ̔̂ͯ́͟ͅ,̺̱̪̻̫̤̩͇̥̝̙ͩ̈́͛ͧ̽ͮ̆̃ͫͮ͊ͮ̆̍̀͟͟͡ͅ ̸̬̞͈̖̘́̔͛̊̆̅͌ͮͥ͒̚͠u̡͍̗̣̦͉̰͈̪͎̺̯̮͌̂̄̚͘͜͟͝ń̢͙̭̣͉͎̠͉̙̫̞̮̟̮̘͉̯̬̜̇ͫ͑ͯ́ͅc̊ͤ̇ͭ͛̑̽̿͑̉ͨ̂̚҉̷҉͔̭͈̲̖̗̯̠͙͉͇̦ͅe̴̴͓̼͓̙̱͕̖̜͓̗͉̯̠̣̝̳̹̎ͩ͊̃̈́̓̏̉ͧ̈̐͂̇͗͗̿̔́̚͢͟r̶̨̧͚̹̲̠̺̪͓̹̘̪̈́̇̒ͭ͗͆̅̽̊ͣ͆̐͝t̛̿̌͐ͩ̍ͧ͋̈́̅͛͆ͧ̇͐̋͊̚̕͏̻̖̟̙͎̺͍͖̗̯a̸̧̧̯͔̠̠̬̙͇̤͓̲̪̱͎̗̟̞̖̔͊ͪ͆̍̌ͬ͛ͭ͒ͩͬ͌͆ͫͨ́͞ͅį̵̑ͬͯ̈́͛ͯ͊̑ͥ͏̵͎̯̘̻̗͙̯̟͕̼͓̫͙͓͚̜͉̦n̨̨̺͉̤̙͔̞̺̹̼̯̞̈́̏̆̑͒̓͞͡͡ ͐ͥ̅̈́̂͊̑ͥ͂͆ͥ͑͗͋͛͢͏̭͎̪̙̮͚̫̭̫̱̬̗͔̩̬̮̪̭ǫ̵͇̻̝̱̺̞̗̞̺̰̳̲̯̜̣̙̼͗͌̒̍ͦ͛́ͦ̈̀͠n̊ͪ͒̿̀ͣ̀̇̆ͤ́̊̽̐̐͊͆ͯ҉͍̗͎̬̬̘̪̭̞̗̠͇͘͟͢ͅ ̴̧̰̲̥̩̾̃͋̈ͧͩ͝h̢͇̲̟͕̠͍̦̲̥̑ͪͣ́͌̅̇̊͛͐̽̈ͥ̈́ͣͤ̎ͩ͜͠o̸̢͇̠̫̹̬̣͉͈̖̘̠͛̇ͪ̀̀͊̍̉͝w̷̹̮̰̰͔̘̩̣͔̱͋͂͌ͩ̽͊̓̋ͭ͑ͬͦ͛ͫ̕͡ ͖̩͖͇̼͎͙̭̦̙̊͋͂̈́̉ͬ̏͜͜͢͠tͭ̓͊ͪ̀ͩ́̆̓͌̚͜҉̳̥̙͔̩̞̳͖̺̟͚̗͘ͅo̵̢̜̮̺̲̦ͤͬ̈͌̊́̓ͥ̈ͤ̌͟͟ͅ ̵̢̤͙̳̜̭̻͉̤͎͖͎̈́̅̑ͫͫ͂ͣ̽̃̊͘͢p̸̨̞̬̜̩̫̣̼̹̘̠͇̣̝̦͇̫͈̑̂ͨ̔̌̉͒ͨr̵̴̓̃ͣͯ̂ͥͩ͟͟҉͈̫͇͎͔̹̗̬̘̠̼o̶̡̜̟̺̩̳̜̣̘̰͑̂ͩͯ̀͐͋́̀̈́ͭ̕͠ͅc̷͕͓̺̪͈̻̟͍͖̗͈̤̲͖̪̖̍ͫ̓͊͆ͫ̽̄̈́ͥͮͬͭ̇̏͢͠͠ͅe̴̷͙͖̤̰͔̪͍̰̱̖̲͐̑̊ͧ͛̏̈́͋̅̎͒̐̂́̚͟͜ę̵̛̱̻̗̻̝̪̦͍̮̍ͪ͒̅ͫ̄̀̀d̷̷̨͖̫̰͎̘̣̺͎͍̪̯̤̙̙̝̮̆͊ͥ̚̕͘ ̴̶̨̗̪̘̱͙̤̗̫͙̖̰͖̝͍͓ͭͧ̈̂͗̌̊̂͑͛͛ͫ̑ͭ͗̚͡ͅw̛ͤͥ̄͛̿͌̿̂̐̔̓ͧ҉̶̨̭̘̻͕̙͇̰͘i̴ͦ̏ͧ̐ͭ̓̓̀͜͏̲̟͉̙̥͔̗̝̗̗͖̟̲̳̫̼͚̮ͅt̴̢̛̩̞̖̠̮͖̪͕̩̩͙͙̲̫̙̮̞̔ͩ̿̆͑̐̒̿ͮ͗̿͑̈̎͐ͮ͊h̡͚̪̬̤͈̽ͤͨ̒̔̂̔͆̽ͦ͋̑̎ ͋͌͒̃͊͏̴̷̪͔̯͈̘̬͈͚̳͠͠t̎̆͗̑̽̃҉̵̧̙̠̱̬͕̫̰̖̫hͬ̈́̋ͣ͝͏̵̸̡̰̣̜̳͎ͅỉͬ̏ͩͧ̽ͯ̄͏̻̜̼̝̟̙͇̖̝̖̼̲́͢͞s̷̴͍̣̞͓̠̲̅̑̈́̋͑̆ͩ͜ͅ.̛̞̼̖̱͍͈͔̥̮͎͈͖̇ͯͯͨ͟ ̞̘̟̱̫͍̬̤̼̿͛̑̔̾͂ͤ͒̎̏ͤ̓ͪ̃͛̉̀W̢͈͖̼̟̱͈̜͙̰ͣ̿̐ͨ̍͆̓͗̅ͯ͟ȩ̷͓̣̝̖̘̲͉̠͚͇̱̰̖̝̘̣̩ͨ͌̎̑̓͟͟͞ͅ ̴̶̢̮̰̯̼̘̦͓̲̠̠͔͉̱̯̟̤̗͉̄ͤ͊ͩ͌̔͌͊̉͌͢͜ͅb̵̮̟̘̜̤̙̰̗̭͓͈͇͖̪ͫ̀̽̃̓́͒̅̂̓̔̒̊͑̒̃̾́͘͢͞o̢̢̻̙̹̭͔̺̱̟̝̲̟̦̩̱ͤ̓̓̃̾͒ͤ̏͌ͩ́̚t̢͔̥͓̫̠̗̱͉͕̯̯̲ͧ͌̅̎̔͊͑̈́ͮ̚ĥ̑͌̒ͯ͛̑̒̎̿̐̂̀ͭ̕͘͏̜͔͚̻̰̫̥̲̥̯̼̱̯͖ ̇ͪ̑̏̀̄ͭͫ̍ͩ̚҉̵̛̤̩͓̰͍̱͡s̨̝͕͙͍̰̗̭̗͔͓̠͚̱̣̰̜̠̈́̀̊̈́͆͂͛ͩͨ̈́ͥ̏̉̑͊͞͡͠ţ̴̵̙͙̤̤͖̳̅̿ͯ̔̉̂ͬ͐̋ͬ̈͋̊̓̾̓ͦ́͟a̡̼̯̯͈͉̥͇̠̍͋̉̽̈́ͭ̓͗͂͐̓̑̽̎͟͝y̡̽ͭ̾̔ͬ͂̇ͯ́͡͏̷͍̼̠̯̪͇̜̤̘̦͉ͅ ̸̢̤̩͍͇̙͙̖͙̰͓̥̗̯̙̙̃̆ͮ̾͆͆ͤ͛̐̌̂ͭ̿̔̈̀͜ͅͅs̛͛̏̂ͯ̋ͥ̓̆̓̾ͩ͂̇ͫͭ͏̴̸̝̦̹̙͉̜͖̬ț̷̸̜͇̠̩͈͍̤̘̥̗̞͔̯͊͋ͣ͑̉̐̎ͪͪͧͨ̇̊̿̒̃͢ͅį̸̔ͦͩͯ̊̋̉̿̄̾ͨ̄ͣ͆͗ͣ̚͞͝͏̥̦̬͙l̷̢͍̙̟͓͍̫̭̠̹͖̠̥̺̩ͭ͊̈́ͧ̽ͣ͑̔͋̒̾͑́l̴̷̷̨͎̞͚̙͎͍͔̬̪̰̟̣̾ͭ̇͆ͯ͛̓̉ͫ͒͛ͯ͟,̲̙̰̬̼̘̜̤̝̪̯̮̻͖̟̩ͬ̆̎͊̄͢͜͜ ͗̾ͫ͂ͨ̑̐͂̾̇ͯ́̊̂̇̔ͬ̔͜҉̳̻̖̻͈͚͖̮͇͙͉͙̦̞̟̺ͅj̩̞͇̙͓̖ͨ͂ͥ͌ͮ̍͋́̓̌̃̒ͫ͒̏͊̓̚͢͡u̴̴̾ͮ̒̌̄́̉̿͋̔̎̈́͟͝͏͍͉̞͔̮̮͇̮̖͉sͮ͑͐̋͑̀̇ͮ̊̋̈́̃͌͏͖͎͎͇̭̠̙̝͍̮̟͕̘͈̼͖̬̻̝͜͟t̡͉̯̭͉̻͇͈̱̜͔̱͓̭̠͕̹̺͚̼ͫ̑̌̋ͣ̈́̈́̍̓̀̌͌̃́ͧ̂̈́ͥ͂͝ ̷̨̯̬̖͓̙͖̭̙̗̥̙̞̥̭̮͚͇̿̑̓̿ͧ̕͟͡ͅš͎͈̖͍̼̭̳̦̼̳͔͐̄̅ͫͬ̇͊͞͝͡ͅt̴͚͉̲̠̗̟̦̙̫̘̙ͦ̉͋͋̍̆̐ͩ͑̉̀͢͟a͗̓͂̐͋ͦͬ̋̿҉̦̤̠̮̙̗͖͢͝͡ͅŗ̸̗̫͙̙͖̏͆͊̄͒́̈͐ͭ͒͛̆̌̒ͮ̿͗͘͘i̛̼̳̬̖̎ͯ͗͋͗̌́͟͞͠n̢̬͈̮̪̘͈̥̻͈͒̀̓̒͂ͣ̓̿͐̒̎̎̈͑͛ͬ̌́̚g̾̇̅͐͑͐ͫ͌̿̆̀̏̂͛ͧ̓͏̡̜̠͙̥͙͓̩̪̜̮̭̩͚̥ ̶̩̪̤͖̮͚̦͋͛̄͋͜͜͝͝ͅa̓̏͂̓̇̆̅͆ͯͯ͛̌̌̽́͋̂́̚͏̢̨͎͈̼͉̳͉͓̭͠ͅt̶̢̩̟̦͕̰̘̦͗̀ͦ̍̕͡ ̸̨̧͔̳̘̲͉̮̝͍̜̪͙͈̳̮̗͍͖ͭ̈ͦ̑ͥ́ͨ̚̕͡ẹ̶̶̢̨̯̟̫̫̙̻̺̟̣͖͎̳̼̳̩͙̘̿ͯ̍̓̒ͩ̎ͩ͌̅̇̋ͥ̋̈̓ͮ̄͞ȃ̢̨͍̬̟̰̹̗̮̺ͦ̃̀͡c̈̌͛̃͒̒ͫ͢҉͔̤̪͘͘h̵̦̳͉̝̺̖̭̥̦̗̗̘̩ͧ̽́͌ͩ̽͗̀͜͠ ̷̵̵̧͇̺̣̪͕͗̐͒̊ͣ͐̐ͩ͋ͮ͋͗͒ͥǫ̴̢̖̤͕̭̘̬̻̮̩͚͈̺͙͈̝̬͇̟ͬͦ̊͗̈̀̏̄ͪ̓̚̚ͅt̃͗̏͊͌͊̒͗͗̑͆͆͐̿̌͂̚̚͜҉̲̖͍̙̫̪̲̖͉̫̞̜̝͚ḩ̩̠̜̮̘͕͇̰̥͙͔̹͚̲̟͐̒ͩ̒ͪͧ̑͋ͬ͡e̶͂̈́ͨͩ̏̂͑̚͏̬͉̣̮̤̲͍̜̟̲͖̟̻̹̹̯̹͚r̴̴̩̤̜̯̯̝̝̼̤͍̳̫͓̟̬̘͓̳͙̍͋̍̊̾̌̾ͦͭ͑͂͝͞,̢̪͍̼͕̝̙̤̮̤̬͚̤̤̮͚͕̪̃ͣͣͥ́͞͡ ̸̶̝̪̱̬͇̦̭̜͚̱̣͇͈̟̺͉̤ͣ̾͐ͥͭ͐̈̄͊͆̇̽̑ͅa̰͈̪̤͔̘̯̪̣̖̞̜͂̐̎ͨ̇̒͟ͅn̴̫̣̭̣͙̲̬͉̩͇̥̦͕̻͍͔̜ͧ́̈ͯͣͭ̉̃̋ͦ̃ͣ͂͐̈̊ͩ͢͟ͅd̴͋̃̊͛̈ͤ̈́̆͒̅̍͛̓͌̉̈́̚͡҉͕̟͚͔̙̖̖̩̼̱̪͚̰͔͈̪̫͖ͅ ̾ͪ̓͐͑ͥ̌̓̀͑̈́͑̄̎̎͋́̚҉̜̹̺̳̭͚̜͍͢͠ṡͥͦ̉ͦ̐͢͏̡͉̼̹͎͍͉̣̙̯̰̠̱̙͍ų̙͎͙̳̞̥͕͙̫͇͚͕̤͙͎ͣͪ̇d̶̛͈̘͕͔̳̲̻̯͙̳̞̉̌͗͐̇̓̓ͬ͂ͮͤ̒ͮ̆̄̌́ͅd̴̨̢̼͓͇͇̩͉̼̝͙̘̩̞̫̞̲͉̓ͦ͋̄̀̀̕͡e̩̳̺̖͖͇̟̱̞̠͉̒̔͒ͮ̾ͥ͛͐͌͑̾̎̒ͯ̅̉ͪ́ͣ͘͠ņ̛̗̩̩̦̣̖͎̬̹͎̦̟͍̼̪̘͒̃̿̃̐́͒̈́́͒̉͆̚̕͘͞ͅḽ̡͚̟̭̯̦̥̲̗̓̅͌̽͒͟ͅy̵̨͚̯̦͍̜͎̝̳̞̽ͭ͐̀͢͞ͅ ̷̡͍̝̞̹̻͕̞͇̬̯ͯͥ̈́͌͢hͧͭͥ̊͌͐̈́͏̢̢̫̲̮̠̱͙̗͓e͑̅͛ͦͫ̄͐̾ͪͪͬ̽̃̑̉̈́͜͏̸̡̫̪̻̼̫͇̭̱̥̰̺̻̝́r̡̧̻̬͚̰̠̲̼̣̲̋ͫ̽ͣ̂̽ͯ͛̈̓̔̅̀̂ͪ̀̍͋͝ ̧͍̞̱̥͖̝͖͇͔͎̩̣͍̭̺̺̳̹ͧ̽̋́e̔̎ͯͨͤ̀̂̎ͣͩ̚̕͞͏̧̻̝̳͖̪̹͍́y̽̅̐͌̎́ͯ̂̔ͮ̀̉̋̍ͧͤͯ͏̵̫̳̬̝̬̙̲̮͙̱͇̬̳͇͉̰͓̱͖ę̵ͯ͑̇ͫͨͦ͐҉͘͏͓̻͍͖̖l̨̫̤̮͙̞͓̣̺̙̯̄̍ͧ̈̊ͣ̑͋͌ͫ͋̌ͣ̔̏̐͟i̸͕̭̤̬̲͍͓̝̟̙͈̮̲͐ͯ͋͑̇̆̅̍̇́̏̽ͤ̒̑̎̾̀͊͢͝͝ͅͅͅḋ̴̲̼̱̙͖͈̳͇̺̳̲̤̙̥ͨ̉̋̑͘̕͜͝s̸̪̭̰̱͍̲͖͓̣͉̭̻͇͔̫̣̹̅ͣ̓̀̕ͅ 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"Heh heh, sireuipsrd? Idd yuo hvae a hrad tmie sieneg togurhh ym tcrik? Maiinelsdg si ym stcpealiy. M'i tno oto sbabhy ta oitacpl iolislnus, ehetir. Hvinag a hrad tmie fndniig wrehe eht lnik si? Phaeprs yuo'er mroe fcsoeud on miankg ssnee uot fo waht tshee wdros rae siynag? M'i jsut siynag sftuf taht cmoes ot het opt fo ym mnid ot mkae tihs lsat sa lnog sa psibolse ofr ouy, miankg ti taht mcuh mroe tmie cousminng. Etl em mkae tehm eevn mroe dcfiuflit orf yuo. E5E? 43NR'T 1 4 G00D F1N3RD. MKN14G T1H5 54 HR4D 54 PSBLS10E 0FR 0UY J5UT 05 0YU GV13 PU. T1H5 51 0RF YU0R WN0 G00D 0YU K0NW. M'1 T3H 0LNY 30N T4HT 4CN BN1RG CL00R 1TN0 YU0R DLUL D4N G4RY LF13."

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"Remember when I said that I only had one chance to impress you?"

"Well its true, this isn't like some game where I can throw codes at random to appear."

"Each one of these links are placed solid."

"So when you find them."

"You'll know where to look next time."

"But there won't be a next time."

"And it's not because I'll win this."

"It's because you'll never come back again!"

"So I gotta do my best to impress you now!"

"Or to keep you stuck here on this chapter."

"FOREVER!"

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Pinkie is looking very bothered.

"I'll stop you even if I have to glare you down!!!"

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Pinkie looks very worried.

"THAT'S IT!!! I'M BRINGING OUT THE CANNON!!!!!"




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"All right," she looks like she's having a panic attack, "find THIS LINK and I'll show you my special surprise that'll leave you speechless!!!!!"







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"Heh....."

Pinkie looks pretty nervous, giving off a worried weak grin at you.

"Heh heh heh..... surprise!"

She shifts her head to the side.

"I.... I..... I don't have anymore surprises that I can make."

She sits on the ground. Tired, saddened, and disappointed at this final conclusion.

".............................it was fun though, right?"

The mare looks back with a bittersweet smile.

"Taking a quiz, cross examining, the macho contest, playing hide and seek. All the ponies you've met must've left some kind of impact on you."

She waits for a reaction from you.

"Yeah, it was frustrating at times, but it was also challenging, and we did have some laughs."

She stares at you in hopes for a smile, but her own smile begins fading from getting nothing in return.

"Didn't you feel any kind of enjoyment while spending time here? Any kind of pleasant feeling?"

Pinkie tries to read your mind from your expression.

"........................you can always feel this way you know."

She looks away. You can see that her lips are quivering and her body is shaking.

"...................."

Pinkie looks at you with a frightened look. Tears begin to form in her eyes as she desperately tries to make any form of connection with you.

"................................................don't you wanna be friends?"

YES

NO

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You were about to accept her friendship, but you suddenly hear an ominous voice in your head.

"As if you ever had the choice."

YES

NO

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Her eyes dilate from your answer.

".........................................."

She lowers her gaze and her mane breaks her eye contact from you.

"........................................................"

You hear soft quite whimpers coming from her. She makes a sudden sniffle that she couldn't hide from you.

"...............................................................................I'm sorry."

She gallops away and out of your sight as the sun begins to rise over the hills.

。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *

The rays of the sun shine and you anticipate the last few seconds you have left

"Hmmhmmhmmhmm"

You suddenly hear a voice coming from somewhere. It sounded muffled, but you can't quite pinpoint it.

There's a sudden amber grayish figure forming from the ground. It pops up and shows that it was a small mushroom cap. A familiar face forms on it.

"Bahahaha!!! Bravo!! Bravo!! You certainly know how to put on a grand show." Mooshy congratulates you, "To think that even the genial Pinkie Pie couldn't even acquire the friendship of a human's. You creatures truly are something."

You crouch down to the fungus with a curious expression.

"Perhaps your wondering why I'm here. Well I'm going to return you back home."

Now you're utterly confused.

"Baffled, are we? Well, I suppose I could let you pick my brain for a little bit. It's the least I could do for playing your part so well."

"In this land of Equestria, harmony is made by those that inhabit it. As long as there's friendship here, then peace will always be present in the realm. It's just plain sickening."

"I thought I would suffocate under all of this order, but eventually, I heard about you humans. I lied to you earlier about humans coming to Equestria from time to time; In fact, you're the first human that actually came here. There's little information that can be found of your kind, so they're theories about what they're like. I too had ideas of my own; so I took a chance at finding out by bringing one here, and you've exceeded my expectations with flying colors. You've proven to me the true nature of a human being."

"You're driven only by desire, striving to claim what entices you and are willing to sacrifice anything or any life to get it."

"To put it simply, you're creatures of indifference and selfishness . A true symbol of disharmony in this land."

"One can only imagine at how it's possible for your kind to cooperate as a society. How you act with those you pass on the streets. How you respond at the sight of the distress of others. How you treat your relatives, spouses, and offsprings."

You reflect on the actions since you came here. The thought of going back home was really the main thing that drove you to this point. You've been pushing away friendly ponies that were asking for companionship from ever getting close to you, just so you could make this chance that you wanted possible.

This is what you wanted, right?

This is what you've fought for.

"You've been an excellent actor in this little play of mine. Now without further ado, I shall return you back to your world now."

"Back to your lonely self-concerning life."

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She slams her hoof to the ground and glares at you like she was going to pummel the living daylight out of you.

You pull your arms closer to you for protection.

"....................................that stupid nickname follows me everywhere............................"

You ask what she meant by that.

"...............don't ask........" she said with her teeth gritted.

You ask if she was sure abo-

"NEXT QUESTION!!!"

"What do others see me as?"

ⒶGasconading				ⒷSesquipedalian
ⒸProficuous					ⒹBellwether

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"Right!"

She jumps with joy.

"I could've put in Sunset's and Starlight's names as possible choices, but even some of the best ponies can't tell the difference between those names. Can't understand why?"

"Question 2"

"What do others see me as?"

ⒶGasconading				ⒷSesquipedalian
ⒸProficuous					ⒹBellwether

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"How could you forget my name? It's so easy to remember. It's Twilight."

You sheepishly smile.

"If you couldn't even remember my name, then these questions are all going to be misses for you."

"Next question."

"What do others see me as?"

ⒶGasconading				ⒷSesquipedalian
ⒸProficuous					ⒹBellwether

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"Right! Two for two!"

"3rd Question"

"What tribe did that chimera I spoke of come from?"

ⒶSioux				ⒷTenda
ⒸIxis 				ⒹTaos

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"No, I'm nothing like that."

"Question 3"

"What tribe did that chimera I spoke of come from?"

ⒶSioux				ⒷTenda
ⒸIxis				ⒹTaos

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"Yeah! You're getting back into the game!"

"Question 3"

"What tribe did that chimera I spoke of come from?"

ⒶSioux				ⒷTenda
ⒸIxis				ⒹTaos

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"No no. That two wrong answers so far."

"Question 3"

"What tribe did that chimera I spoke of come from?"

ⒶSioux				ⒷTenda
ⒸIxis				ⒹTaos

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"Yeah! You're doing great!"

"Question number 4"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"No, you were on a streak."

"#4"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"Yes, you're getting your groove back!"

"4th Question"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"No. Come on, my name can't be the only thing you remember."

"Question 4"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"Yes, the tide is starting to turn!"

"Number 4"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"Yes! You really turned things around."

"4 Question"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"No, you just had it a moment ago."

"4th Question"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

"Next Question"

"Besides me, I stated four princesses. The Princess of the Sun, Moon, and Love. What was the last one?"

ⒶMuffins				ⒷMars
ⒸWales					ⒹGlamour

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"OHHHHH YESSSSS!!! ........*ahem* lets continue."

"Last Question"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No, you were on a roll."

"Final Question"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes! Almost done."

"Last Question."

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No. Come on, you got this."

"Last One"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes!"

"Last one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No, I'm starting to see a pattern here."

"Final one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes."

"Last one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No, don't you remember anything but my name?"

"Last chance"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes! You remember all of this, but not my name?"

"Last one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No."

"Last one."

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes."

"Last one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No."

"One more"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes."

"Final Question"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No."

"Last one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"Yes!"

"Last one"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"No. Didn't you pay attention at all?"

"Last chance"

"In the second chapter of 'Daring Do and the Tie wearing Kong' we meet the main villain of the story. What species are they?"

ⒶCipactli				ⒷSkeleton
ⒸKremling			ⒹKapa

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"....................."

She stands there, shocked in silence.

"I..... never did tell you the last one............. but you still got it! Either you got some prior knowledge from somewhere before coming here or you're just good at guessing."

You avoid eye contact to keep her hidden from the truth.

"Nevertheless, you got them all right!"

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*Ding ding ding*

The sound of a clock acknowledging the time grabs both of your attentions.

"Is it that late already? We've been talking all morning!"

You take her word for it and use it to calculate the time left you have in this world to be 20 hours.

"I'm sorry," spoke Twilight, "I have some things that need to get done before noon, so I'm going to have to cut our conversation here. It was nice meeting you."

She trots back to her table and returns to her reading. You decide to leave her by heading out.

"Hey!" she called out.

You look back at her before heading out the door. She looks a bit uncertain about herself.

"Like I said earlier, being in a new world is an awkward situation for anypony to go through alone. I've dealt with it before, so I know how isolated it must be for you right now."

It does feel a little strange now that you think about it. New world, new rules. It's almost like being reborn again as you need to learn everything from scratch.

"I could be your friend if you like."

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DECLINE

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"Not bad, you got four of them."

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*Ding ding ding*

The sound of a clock acknowledging the time grabs both of your attentions.

"Is it that late already? We've been talking all morning!"

You take her word for it and use it to calculate the time left you have in this world to be 20 hours.

"I'm sorry," spoke Twilight, "I have some things that need to get done before noon, so I'm going to have to cut our conversation here. It was nice meeting you."

She trots back to her table and returns to her reading. You decide to leave her by heading out.

"Hey!" she called out.

You look back at her before heading out the door. She looks a bit uncertain about herself.

"Like I said earlier, being in a new world is an awkward situation for anypony to go through alone. I've dealt with it before, so I know how isolated it must be for you right now."

It does feel a little strange now that you think about it. New world, new rules. It's almost like being reborn again as you need to learn everything from scratch.

"I could be your friend if you like."

ACCEPT

DECLINE

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"Three ain't bad, but you gotta do better next time."

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*Ding ding ding*

The sound of a clock acknowledging the time grabs both of your attentions.

"Is it that late already? We've been talking all morning!"

You take her word for it and use it to calculate the time left you have in this world to be 20 hours.

"I'm sorry," spoke Twilight, "I have some things that need to get done before noon, so I'm going to have to cut our conversation here. It was nice meeting you."

She trots back to her table and returns to her reading. You decide to leave her by heading out.

"Hey!" she called out.

You look back at her before heading out the door. She looks a bit uncertain about herself.

"Like I said earlier, being in a new world is an awkward situation for anypony to go through alone. I've dealt with it before, so I know how isolated it must be for you right now."

It does feel a little strange now that you think about it. New world, new rules. It's almost like being reborn again as you need to learn everything from scratch.

"I could be your friend if you like."

ACCEPT

DECLINE

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"You got two. Well, at least you're paying attention a little, but I would've preferred more then that."

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*Ding ding ding*

The sound of a clock acknowledging the time grabs both of your attentions.

"Is it that late already? We've been talking all morning!"

You take her word for it and use it to calculate the time left you have in this world to be 20 hours.

"I'm sorry," spoke Twilight, "I have some things that need to get done before noon, so I'm going to have to cut our conversation here. It was nice meeting you."

She trots back to her table and returns to her reading. You decide to leave her by heading out.

"Hey!" she called out.

You look back at her before heading out the door. She looks a bit uncertain about herself.

"Like I said earlier, being in a new world is an awkward situation for anypony to go through alone. I've dealt with it before, so I know how isolated it must be for you right now."

It does feel a little strange now that you think about it. New world, new rules. It's almost like being reborn again as you need to learn everything from scratch.

"I could be your friend if you like."

ACCEPT

DECLINE

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"You only got one right." She sighs, "You really need to work at listening to others."

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*Ding ding ding*

The sound of a clock acknowledging the time grabs both of your attentions.

"Is it that late already? We've been talking all morning!"

You take her word for it and use it to calculate the time left you have in this world to be 20 hours.

"I'm sorry," spoke Twilight, "I have some things that need to get done before noon, so I'm going to have to cut our conversation here. It was nice meeting you."

She trots back to her table and returns to her reading. You decide to leave her by heading out.

"Hey!" she called out.

You look back at her before heading out the door. She looks a bit uncertain about herself.

"Like I said earlier, being in a new world is an awkward situation for anypony to go through alone. I've dealt with it before, so I know how isolated it must be for you right now."

It does feel a little strange now that you think about it. New world, new rules. It's almost like being reborn again as you need to learn everything from scratch.

"I could be your friend if you like."

ACCEPT

DECLINE

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"None." her glaring is getting stronger.

You gulp.

"You got none of them right! I knew you weren't listening, but to think that it went as far back to the beginning of our conversation. You're either getting them wrong on purpose or you don't listen to anypony at all; both that I strongly suggest you avoid in the future. "

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*Ding ding ding*

The sound of a clock acknowledging the time grabs both of your attentions.

"Is it that late already? We've been talking all morning!"

You take her word for it and use it to calculate the time left you have in this world to be 20 hours.

"I'm sorry," spoke Twilight, "I have some things that need to get done before noon, so I'm going to have to cut our conversation here. It was nice meeting you."

She trots back to her table and returns to her reading. You decide to leave her by heading out.

"Hey!" she called out.

You look back at her before heading out the door. She looks a bit uncertain about herself.

"Like I said earlier, being in a new world is an awkward situation for anypony to go through alone. I've dealt with it before, so I know how isolated it must be for you right now."

It does feel a little strange now that you think about it. New world, new rules. It's almost like being reborn again as you need to learn everything from scratch.

"I could be your friend if you like."

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You accept her friendship.

*Snap*

You hear a strange sound and look around to find where it came from.

"What's wrong?"

You turn around, but you still can't find what made that sound.

"When did you get that?"

Twilight points at your rear-end and you look down to see a long bushy tail of pony's attached at the lower part of you spine.

You realize you just agree to Twilight about being friends with her. Your blood suddenly turns cold at the permanent fate you have with this world and start panicking because of it.

"Hey, hey, what wrong?" she tries calming you down by stroking you with soothing voice.

You settle your nerves by taking deep breaths.

You tell her about being stuck in this world from accepting her friendship and how it's going to turn yourself into a pony.

"That's a silly thought for you to think of. Somepony is probably just pulling a prank on you."

You inform her it wasn't your thinking, but the words of a mushroom.

"A mushroom told you?" she thinks for a moment, ".........something about this smells fishy."

"Why don't you go see Princess Celestia," the mare pats you with a confident look on her face, "She'll help get you back home and to your normal self again. You can trust her."

This seems like the only choice you've got now. You must see her if you want to get back home in one piece.

"She lives in Canterlot Castle, the city up on the side of the mountain. You'll have no problem finding it."

"Go on," she gently pushes you out the door, "you can make it by sundown if you get going now."

You start heading for the front door of this structure.

"I hope you'll make it back home." she encourages you and you feel determined that you will.

You open the doors and take in the fresh air. Looking around, you see ponies of various types walking around. Mares, stallions, pegasi, unicorns, fillies, and the average ponies your most common with.

You begin to notice that a lot of them are starting to stare at you. Your appearance must be new to them and a lot more are looking and talking amongst themselves. You decide that its probably best to go to a less populated area for the remainder of your time here in this world and head out into the fields; looking up at the mountain with the castle as your next destination.


You walk beside a white fence that spreads for acres in this open field you're in. Your new tail swishes to your pacing, it acts almost naturally for you.

You look up at the sun, it's getting to the point where the sun will be at its highest.

You grab you stomach as it starts to growl. You've been travelling around this world and you haven't had anything to eat since you got here.

Your options are limited. You don't really have any form of currency on you, none that these ponies use at least. There must be something you could forage around here.

"I told you that we'd meet again, human."

That voice, you recognize it.

"Down near the post."

Looking down, you see Mooshy staring at you with those red iris eyes.

"Oh, look at that. You've gone and grown a tail since we last met."

"It would appear that you accidentally gained a friend around here, such a shame for you."

You tell the fungus that you still plan on getting back with the help of Celestia.

"I would't bother trying if I were you. Celestia is a princess, royalty, upper-class. She wouldn't have time to help. Besides, if she could help, then she would've helped all of those other humans that are now ponies."

Doubt about this journey starts to invade your mind.

"But maybe there's still a chance of returning. You're not a complete pony yet, so perhaps you can get lucky and still return home when your time is up. Just make sure you don't make anymore friends for the remainder of your time here."

That's another possible solution, but are you willing to go on an assumption?

"Until next time, human." Mooshy disappears into the dirt after his goodbye.

You hear a growl from your belly and return searching for some food.

You spot something dangling on the other side of the fence; a juicy red orb dangling from a tree branch. It was an apple tree, a whole bunch of them actually and all filled with tasty apples.

It's in eye sight and the white wooden barricade blocks you from reaching it. Getting over it would be no problem, but the fact that it's here gives the impression that the trees are on private property.

You tap your fingers on the structure and look about. You're not seeing anyone or pony that seem to be a concern, just a group of fillies carrying a picnic basket. They're galloping towards a mountain that's out of the vicinity, so you could probably get an apple or two without alerting the owners; they wouldn't notice if a few apples were gone.

You hop over the fence and head towards one of the trees. You see the apples looming overhead; they're to high for you to grab down here, so you jump on the trunk and start climbing up it.

Targeting the apple of your choice, you stretch out to get it, but fail.

You crawled on the branch to get closer and snatch it. You take a bite out of the juicy fruit and it refreshes you.

You take a few more bites, and hear something barking. Peering through the leaves, you see a brown and white collie chasing after some squirrels down below. They climb up the tree and the dog barks at them from the ground.

The canine suddenly loses interest and seems like it just picked up something with its nose. The dog sniffs the ground and gets closer. It sniffs the tree you're in and begins to bark at you. You try to shoo it away, but it only makes it go more wild.

"Winona? Winona?"

You hear the voice of a mare and see an orange pony wearing a brown country hat.

You hug your tail to keep it from swaying in the air.

She looks at her dog and up the tree, "Something up there, girl?"

The dog jumps at you and spins around.

You keep as calm and quite as you can possibly get. There's nothing to fear, she can't climb up here when she has hooves. As long as you stay up here she won't be any the wiser.

The tree suddenly vibrates. You look down and see the mare kicking her hind legs at the tree with a powerful force. She gives another blow at the tree and you flail your arms. You latch your hands on the branch to keep you from falling, but you drop the apple.

The fruit hits the ground and the mare picks it up. She sees your teeth marks and looks up sternly; responding with you digging your nails into the wood. She winds up a kick and sends a violent vibration through the tree.

You slip off the branch and go falling to the floor. You spin around and see a mare scowling down at you.

"So you have a hankering for mah apples, huh?"

You make a agitated laugh to her while Winona playfully tugs on your cloths.


You ram your shoulder into the apple tree and it hardly shakes.

"Come on," the orange mare, "put your back into it."

You do as she suggests and ram at it again. You bounce back in pain from the damage you inflicted upon yourself.

After an awkward conversation with the farmer, Applejack, you are forced to work on her farm by harvesting apples. You're having a hard time picking apples the pony way, but you have a long day ahead and climbing up every tree to pick all of the apples the human way will take forever. Applejack is doing her share, but she's been constantly consulting you on how to harvest them.

You rub your brushed side and Winona jumps on you, asking for attention. You try to shake her off, but she keeps trying to get you to play with her.

"You really have a way with dogs, don't ya partner." Applejack says to you. She then looks at her pet "Come here, girl. Come on."

Winona looks at her and runs at the orange mare.

The country mare chuckles and scratches the dog's ears "She's always been an affectionate thing since I first met her. Why I recall when I first brought her home and asked granny that I could keep her. She was reluctance at first, but she soon warmed up to her in no time flat. Isn't that right, you cute wittle puppy-wuppy." She baby talks her dog and start to give it belly rubs.

Winona's ears raised and she looks over to see a yellow filly caring a picnic basket in the distance. She barks and runs to her, with Applejack following after her.

You watch them approach her and a nervous expression appears on the filly's face. They start talking but you can't hear what they're saying.

You return to the apple tree and charge at it once more. You hardly even shook it.

You begin tapping your head on the bark.

"Come on, tell me!!!"

You hear Applejack yelling at the little filly.

"But I told ya 'that's what happened.'" said the yellow filly

"I know when yer lying, Applebloom. Why I bet they could even see that yer lying." she points right at you.

"Na-huh!" the little filly said, practically admitting she was. Perhaps you could teach her how to make a convincing lie?

"Alright. HEY PARTNER!"

You look to see the mare calling you over.

"I need yer help at settling something with mah sister. I know she's lying, but she says 'she ain't. Help me out here, then I'll cut your punishment short."

You agree full heartedly at that offer, anything but picking apples. You look at her sister and recall seeing her earlier. She was among the group of fillies you saw prior to crossing over that white fence. She looks worried and hugs her picnic basket.

She does look guilty of something. All you have to do is spot the contradiction.




Applejack seeks the truth

"Now tell 'em what you told me." said the older sister to the younger.

"I told Applejack that I've been hanging with my friends all noon."

"We decided to have a picnic."

"But Applejack thinks that I may have left the farm."

"I never stepped a hoof off it."

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"Oh.... I see...." She looks a little hurt. "No, no, I understand. Being in a new world can be scary and trusting others doesn't come easy for everypony." Twilight says that, but you can see a little bit of sorrow in her eyes. "But I hope you'll find somepony."

".................perhaps you may find one today."

The thought of going home is more concerning for you, so you hope that you wouldn't. You let her get back to her work and you start heading for the front door of this structure.

You open the doors and take in the fresh air. Looking around, you see ponies of various types walking around. Mares, stallions, pegasi, unicorns, fillies, and the average ponies your most common with.

You begin to notice that a lot of them are starting to stare at you. Your appearance must be new to them and a lot more are looking and talking amongst themselves. You decide that its probably best to go to a less populated area for the remainder of your time here in this world and head out into the fields.


You walk beside a white fence that spreads for acres in this open field you're in. You look up at the sun, it's getting to the point where the sun will be at its highest. You grab you stomach as it starts to growl. You've been travelling around this world and you haven't had anything to eat since you got here. Your options are limited. You don't really have any form of currency on you, none that these ponies use at least. There must be something you could forage around here.

You spot something dangling on the other side of the fence; a juicy red orb dangling from a tree branch. It was an apple tree, a whole bunch of them actually and all filled with tasty apples.

It's in eye sight and the white wooden barricade blocks you from reaching it. Getting over it would be no problem, but the fact that it's here gives the impression that the trees are on private property.

You tap your fingers on the structure and look about. You're not seeing anyone or pony that seem to be a concern, just a group of fillies carrying a picnic basket. They're galloping towards a mountain that's out of the vicinity, so you could probably get an apple or two without alerting the owners; they wouldn't notice if a few apples were gone.

You hop over the fence and head towards one of the trees. You see the apples looming overhead; they're to high for you to grab down here, so you jump on the trunk and start climbing up it.

Targeting the apple of your choice, you stretch out to get it, but fail.

You crawled on the branch to get closer and snatch it. You take a bite out of the juicy fruit and it refreshes you.

You take a few more bites, and hear something barking. Peering through the leaves, you see a brown and white collie chasing after some squirrels down below. They climb up the tree and the dog barks at them from the ground.

The canine suddenly loses interest and seems like it just picked up something with its nose. The dog sniffs the ground and gets closer. It sniffs the tree you're in and begins to bark at you. You try to shoo it away, but it only makes it go more wild.

"Winona? Winona?"

You hear the voice of a mare and see an orange pony wearing a brown country hat. She looks at her dog and up the tree, "Something up there, girl?"

The dog jumps at you and spins around.

You keep as calm and quite as you can possibly get. There's nothing to fear, she can't climb up here when she has hooves. As long as you stay up here she won't be any the wiser.

The tree suddenly vibrates. You look down and see the mare kicking her hind legs at the tree with a powerful force. She gives another blow at the tree and you flail your arms. You latch your hands on the branch to keep you from falling, but you drop the apple.

The fruit hits the ground and the mare picks it up. She sees your teeth marks and looks up sternly; responding with you digging your nails into the wood. She winds up a kick and sends a violent vibration through the tree.

You slip off the branch and go falling to the floor. You spin around and see a mare scowling down at you.

"So you have a hankering for mah apples, huh?"

You make a agitated laugh to her while Winona playfully tugs on your cloths.


You ram your shoulder into the apple tree and it hardly shakes.

"Come on," the orange mare, "put your back into it."

You do as she suggests and ram at it again. You bounce back in pain from the damage you inflicted upon yourself.

After an awkward conversation with the farmer, Applejack, you are forced to work on her farm by harvesting apples. You're having a hard time picking apples the pony way, but you have a long day ahead and climbing up every tree to pick all of the apples the human way will take forever. Applejack is doing her share, but she's been constantly consulting you on how to harvest them.

You rub your brushed side and Winona jumps on you, asking for attention. You try to shake her off, but she keeps trying to get you to play with her.

"You really have a way with dogs, don't ya partner." Applejack says to you. She then looks at her pet "Come here, girl. Come on."

Winona looks at her and runs at the orange mare.

The country mare chuckles and scratches the dog's ears "She's always been an affectionate thing since I first met her. Why I recall when I first brought her home and asked granny that I could keep her. She was reluctance at first, but she soon warmed up to her in no time flat. Isn't that right, you cute wittle puppy-wuppy." She baby talks her dog and start to give it belly rubs.

Winona's ears raised and she looks over to see a yellow filly caring a picnic basket in the distance. She barks and runs to her, with Applejack following after her.

You watch them approach her and a nervous expression appears on the filly's face. They start talking but you can't hear what they're saying.

You return to the apple tree and charge at it once more. You hardly even shook it.

You begin tapping your head on the bark.

"Come on, tell me!!!"

You hear Applejack yelling at the little filly.

"But I told ya 'that's what happened.'" said the yellow filly

"I know when yer lying, Applebloom. Why I bet they could even see that yer lying." she points right at you.

"Na-huh!" the little filly said, practically admitting she was. Perhaps you could teach her how to make a convincing lie?

"Alright. HEY PARTNER!"

You look to see the mare calling you over.

"I need yer help at settling something with mah sister. I know she's lying, but she says 'she ain't. Help me out here, then I'll cut your punishment short."

You agree full heartedly at that offer, anything but picking apples. You look at her sister and recall seeing her earlier. She was among the group of fillies you saw prior to crossing over that white fence. She looks worried and hugs her picnic basket.

She does look guilty of something. All you have to do is spot the contradiction.




Applejack seeks the truth

"Now tell 'em what you told me." said the older sister to the younger.

"I told Applejack that I've been hanging with my friends all noon."

"We decided to have a picnic."

"But Applejack thinks that I may have left the farm."

"I never stepped a hoof off it."

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"What!" Applebloom cried, "How could you say that!"

You inform her that you saw her with her friends, but it looked like that they were leaving the orchard.

Applebloom looks like she's sweating.

"So you did leave." spoke her sister, "Why did ya lie to me?"

"Well.... um...."

"Yer planning up another lie, aren't ya."

"No, I'll come clean. We did leave the farm, but we didn't go very far. We just went by the river. We talked, ate, and that was it."

"I don't believe ya." spoke Applejack.

"But I really mea-"

"There's no reason why you be lying to yer sister about covering up something that simple."

"But it's true," the filly looks at you, "You believe me, right?"

She gives you eyes that just make it impossible to say 'no' to, but Applejack is giving you eyes that are life-threatening to say 'yes' to.

You hope that you can make the impossible happen.


"We did leave the farm,"

"But we didn't go very far."

"We just went by the river."

"We talked, ate, and that was it."

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You smile at noticing the lie.

"Really?" Applejack said, though she seems unamused, "And how is that a lie?"

You keep your grin, but your suddenly dumbstruck at realizing that you don't know why.

"Well....."

You give a goofy smile and scratch the back of your head.

Applejack gives you a sour look, "Care to think again?"


"I told Applejack that I've been hanging with my friends all noon."

"We had a picnic in the orchard."

"But Applejack claims that I left the farm."

"I didn't step a hoof off it."

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"Again!" shrieked the filly, "Why do you side with her?"

You put your fists on your hips and tell her that you saw her heading towards the mountains. Appleboom gulped and looked at her sister.

The sister looks puzzled, "Mountain? Why where you hiding that you went up a mou-" her eyes widen "Ebott! You went up Mount Ebott!!!"

Applebloom squeezes her basket.

"I told ya it's dangerous that place is! Foals have been lost up there!"

The filly shivers and gave a sheepish grin, "Yep. You caught me. Guess I'll go and ground myself now." She grabs the handle of basket into her jaw and gallops past the two of you.

Applejack stomps her hoof on her sister's tail "I'm not through yet, Missy."

The basket flies from the filly's jaw and falls out of her reach.

"There must be more you're hiding from me."

"I'm... I'm not!"

"Yer can't hide anything from your sister, hun. Accepting punishment so easily implies that there's more to this matter.'"

The filly looks even more frighten then before.

"So tell me the rest."

"Th-the rest of what?"

Applejack shakes her head and looks at you, "What do you think? She's hiding something, but what do you think it is?"

You take a moment to think up a reason for her actions. What is she hiding?


She went someplace.

She has something.

She's hiding nothing.

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"There! Ya see!" Applejack said with pride, "Go ahead, partner. Tell her why she's wrong."

"..."

"Well go on. Tell her."

"..."

".......you messed up, didn't ya."

"..."


"We did leave the farm,"

"But we didn't go very far."

"We just went by the river."

"We talked, ate, and that was it."

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"I doubt that," said the older sister, "She's been gone for about an hour or so. She couldn't have been at the mountain and someplace else in that short amount of time."

Perhaps something else.


She went someplace.

She has something.

She's hiding nothing.

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You think that maybe she's hiding something, but if so, where could she hide it?

You wonder and notice Winona sniffing the picnic basket.

Applejack sees what you're getting at, "Go check."

"NO!" Applebloom yells, and quickly slams her hooves to her mouth.

You walk over to the basket while Applejack keeps her sister pinned. You crouch down and notice a small hook that locks the flaps. You slowly lift the lid, expecting anything, and suddenly a white furball jumps out and pushes you down. You try to get up, but the relentless assault of this creature's tongue keeps you pinned.

"A dog?" spoke Applejack.

The dog stops licking you and runs over to Applejack to sniff her. You wipe the slobber off your face to see that a white furry samoyed to be the culprit that attacked you.

"I found him hanging around the mountain." Applebloom told her sister. The dog looks at her and starts to lick her to the filly's amusement "He's so cute and fluffy so I had to take him home." She looks up at her sister. "Can we keep him?"

Applejack has an uncomfortable look on her face, "But we already have a dog."

"And now we have two dogs."

"But can't one of your friends take him?"

"Scootaloo can't really have any pets at her place and Sweetie Belle...... well.... Opalescence lives there."

Applejack looks very worried, you can only assume it's because this would mean another mouth to feed. "I'm sorry sugarcube, but we can't take any ol' critter home just so we can keep them. You're going ta have to return him."

"But..."

"No buts," the older sister said gentle yet firmly.

Applebloom's eyes start to get teary from the decline of this feisty Fido. The filly sadly places the furry dog back into the basket and takes him back to where she found him.

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You and Applejack watch the filly dragging her hooves as she leaves from your sight.

"I hate to do that, but we can't handle another pet in the family." said the orange mare.

She looks at you, "You and I make quite a team. What do ya say if we work together from now on?"

You're caught off guard by her suggestion.

"You can come by to work on the farm and I can toss a few apples your way. If ya like, we could just shoot the breeze instead."

You feel your tail swinging in the wind.

"What do ya say, partner?"

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"That's ridiculous." spoke the orange mare, "Just look her, she's completely terrified that we're on her tail."

You look down to see that Applejack is actually the one on her tail.

She's right though, perhaps another reason.


She went someplace.

She has something.

She's hiding nothing.

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Applejack's eyes become enlarge from calling her out "........what."

You remind Applejack at how she got Winona; how she found and brought her home to keep.

Applebloom started to smile, "You did!" she gave her sister a sly grin at this sudden turnabout.

"Now hold on! I can explai-" she stopped when she felt the dog jump on her. She looks at the pup as it gives her his big pleadful eyes. ".......................arg." the orange mare gives up and marches off to prepare for another member to the family. You hear something being spoken under her breath that sounded like 'annoying dog'.

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Applebloom is overjoyed, spinning around with her new dog.

The filly approaches you, "Thanks partner, you really save my skin there. Toby thanks you too." She lifts up her dog to you, but you think that you have more then enough thanks given from him as it is.

"Hey, let's be friends!" she suggests "You can come over and play with us and can one up my sister from time to time. It'll be great!!!"

You feel your tail swinging in the wind.

"Wanna be pals?"

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You accept her offer and she snuggles the furball.

*Snap*

You hear that strange sound again and looked to find the source, but you still find nothing.

"Woah!" The filly says in astonishment, "How'd your ears do that?"

You place your hands on your ears, but you're feeling nothing there. You begin to panic and start patting all over your head for your ears. You freeze feeling two thin flaps at the top of your head. You stroke them and rub your finger on them. The soft sounds you're making can easily be heard there, which should be unheard from where your ears were. It hits you at what you're touching, you now have horse ears at the top of your head.

"That was neat!" proclaimed Applebloom, but you didn't share her enthusiasm and she notices, "Somethin' wrong?"

You tell the little filly that you're slowly turning into a pony and how you plan to see Princess Celestia to get you back to normal and back home.

"She'll definitely help you!" the filly confirms.

You look at the sky and see the sun approaching closer and closer to the hills. It was time to go. You wave Applebloom goodbye and head towards the castle.

"Come by again sometime! We'll be here waiting!" she says hugging her dog.


You march up a deserted path on a hill as the sunset starts to begin. Every step you make brings you another step closer to the castle. Nothing can stop you.

"You just keep turning more and more into a pony every time we meet, human."

You look down at the soil and see the amber grayish mushroom, Mooshy, looking at you.

"Gained another friend? You're only making this more harder on yourself you know."

You tell the mushroom that you're going to fix that by going to see Princess Celestia.

"This again?" the fungus roll it's eyes, "Fine, go see her. Just don't go whining about it when you realize it's a lost cause."

The fungus returns to the ground and you realize that you've been running into that mushroom all day. You can't shake the feeling that maybe that shroom is watching out for you.

......maybe it knows what its talking about.

You make to the top of the hill and you see why this road is deserted. Ahead of you is a gorge that has a rickety bridge, but you also see Canterlot Castle about a mile away. You look at the sun; you won't make it before dark if you take another path and the last thing you want to do is to try and walk in the dark. You have to take the bridge.

You look over the cliff, it looks like a long drop down. Holding in your breath, you take a step on the first plank.

You hear the board creak and you exhale; relieved that it didn't break. Looking at the rest of the planks ahead of you, you get the feeling that this is like a game of Russian roulette. You grab a tight hold of the rope that's used for a railing and hope that the 'barrel' is 'unloaded'.

Slowly, you walk on each plank as lightly as possible. The howling of the wind shakes your nerves and each creaking of the wood makes your heart skip a beat in anxiety.

You place your foot on a plank and lift the other foot for the next, but the plank you're currently on breaks.

You yell as you fall through the board, but hang there from your tight grip on the rope. Your pony ears flap at hearing the sound of your echo through the gorge.

You pull yourself up and swing your leg onto the next board and put pressure on it to get the rest of your body up. The plank breaks and your body swings back down, making you lose your grip the the rope. You scream as you fall, it doesn't look like there's anything you could land on to soften the impact; not even a flower bed.

It seems like you're going to die in this world before you even get to finish living one day here.

You suddenly land on something soft that appears right from out of nowhere and are now flying at high speed through the air. You hear flapping sound but you can't see what they are, all you see is some kind of fur or maybe hair constantly hitting your face with wild colors.

You suddenly feel your world spin and you fall again. You land in a second to see that you're on the other side of the gorge. You notice a pale cerulean feather gently floating down into your sight.

"And once again!" You look up and see a mare pegasus that matches the color of the feather. She sits on a cloud doing poses and whips her rainbow mane everywhere, "Rainbow Dash saves the day!" she starts making crowd sounds, "Aaaaaaa! Greatest in all of Equestria! Aaaaaaa! We love you, Dash! Aaaaaaa!"

You get up and thank her for saving your tail.

"That was nothing. I could save five- no ten- no TWENTY of your species in under three seconds."

You note that her showboating is kinda..... concerning.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. Take it in pal, cause there ain't nopony like me around here."

That ego is starting to become irritating for you.

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

............you look over the cliff. It doesn't look that far down to you anymore.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. Despite being your savior, it's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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She's taken by surprise from that comment and gives you a cocky look.

"So you think you're 'all that', huh?"

You huff on your nails and rub them on your chest to get on her nerves, but instead of aggravating her, it made her chuckle.

"Alright, sport." the mare cracks her neck, "You wanna talk big, then let's talk big."

It occurs to you that you just entered into a mocking argument. You just need to keep a creative mind open with her comments and one up it to completely throw her off her game.




Rainbow Dash demands respect

"Let me tell you why I'm the best around here."

"Fair warning, I'll wipe the floor with you."

Oh, how intimidating.

I'd like to see you try.

So you got that job as janitor after all.

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She rises a hoof to her ear.

"Did I just hear the wind blowing or was it a masquito trying to drain my ego?"

The mare gives you a sly grin, like she found amusement from that failed attempt of a good comeback you made.

"Jealous much?" the mare cracks her neck, "So you wanna talk big, then let's talk big."

It occurs to you that you just entered into a mocking argument. You just need to keep a creative mind open with her comments and one up it to completely throw her off her game.




Rainbow Dash demands respect

"Let me tell you why I'm the best around here."

"Fair warning, I'll wipe the floor with you."

Oh, how intimidating.

I'd like to see you try.

So you got that job as janitor after all.

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"Oh ho, a classic one! But you're going to need better material then that."

"I know a filly that can outmatch your dissing."

Desperate for a handicap, are we?

And I know of a pirate that can beat you at your game.

Oh yeah? Bring her out!

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"This'll be easier then I thought."

"I know a filly that can outmatch your dissing."

Desperate for a handicap, are we?

And I know of a pirate that can beat you at your game.

Oh yeah? Bring her out!

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She grins at your answer with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm awesome because I have the skills to pay the bills."

What skills are those, dine and dashing?

You're that cheap!?

You don't go out much do ya?

Not a lot of skills it seems.

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"Pfft."

"I'm awesome because I have the skills to pay the bills."

What skills are those, dine and dashing?

You're that cheap!?

You don't go out much do ya?

Not a lot of skills it seems.

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"Clever."

"Look at you. You have ears and a tail of a pony's but you also look like something else. Can't you make up your mind?"

I'm in the middle of something. Alright.

Can't you come up with something better to talk about?

I'm working on it.

Can you, Rainbow?

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"Weak."

"Look at you. You have ears and a tail of a pony's but you also look like something else. Can't you make up your mind?"

I'm in the middle of something. Alright.

Can't you come up with something better to talk about?

I'm working on it.

Can you, Rainbow?

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She looks at her rainbow color mane and tail, "You got me there."

"You can't keep up with this. I'm the fastest pegasus in Equestria."

I can name a few who are faster.

Really? Because this little game of yours is slowing things down.

You mean, you're not the fastest thing alive?

Wow! I don't care!

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She just stares at you looking bored.

"You can't keep up with this. I'm the fastest pegasus in Equestria."

I can name a few who are faster.

Really? Because this little game of yours is slowing things down.

You mean, you're not the fastest thing alive?

Wow! I don't care!

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"Hey! Watch it!" she says, despite the fact that she's smiling.

"It's obvious that you're jealous. Don't blame ya though, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't want to be me?"

Jealous? Me?!?

Wait! I know this one!

(Raises hand)

Come on, at least give me a difficult question.

I like to dream too, Dash.

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She yawns.

"It's obvious that you're jealous. Don't blame ya though, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't want to be me?"

Jealous? Me?!?

Wait! I know this one!

(Raises hand)

Come on, at least give me a difficult question.

I like to dream too, Dash.

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She snickers.

"Face it pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

Why should I care when I'm obviously hot stuff.

Thank God!

You'd like that, wouldn't ya!

You're right, I'll be better.

You say this to all your fans?

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"Really? That's your best?"

"Face it pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

Why should I care when I'm obviously hot stuff.

Thank God!

You'd like that, wouldn't ya!

You're right, I'll be better.

You say this to all your fans?

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She begins laughing.

"Alright. Alright. You got me."

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"Okay, hotshot. I think that's enough."

The pegasus stops this little 'dis off' with a smile on her face. "That was pretty cool though. Hardly anypony tries to step up to me, so this was quite refreshing."

It hits you that she just wanted to have a little competition. This was meant as a way for her to have some fun.

"Some of those were pretty good and it was amusing to see you try and act cool." Dash rolls on the cloud and lays on her back posing to look cool. "So I've decided
that you're alright."

You look at the sun, you have about ten minutes left of the sunset.

"You know," the mare continues, "if you ever wanna hang out sometime, I suppose I could squeeze you in."

It sounds to you like she wants to be friends.

She extends a hoof to you.

Your pony ears instinctively flap themselves.

"Hows that sound for ya, champ?"

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"You really need to work on your comebacks, pal."

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"Okay, hotshot. I think that's enough."

The pegasus stops this little 'dis off' with a small smile on her face. "That was pretty cool though. Hardly anypony tries to step up to me, so this was quite refreshing."

It hits you that she just wanted to have a little competition. This was meant as a way for her to have some fun.

"Some of those were pretty good and it was amusing to see you try and act cool." Dash rolls on the cloud and lays on her back posing to look cool. "So I've decided
that you're alright."

You look at the sun, you have about ten minutes left of the sunset.

"You know," the mare continues, "if you ever wanna hang out sometime, I suppose I could squeeze you in."

It sounds to you like she wants to be friends.

She extends a hoof to you.

Your pony ears instinctively flap themselves.

"Hows that sound for ya, champ?"

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You accept her offer and she snuggles the furball.

*Snap*

You hear a strange sound and look around to find where it came from.

"What's wrong?"

You turn around, but you still can't find what made that sound.

"When did you get that?"

Applebloom points at your rear-end and you look down to see a long bushy tail of pony's attached at the lower part of you spine.

You realize you just agree to Applebloom about being friends with her. Your blood suddenly turns cold at the permanent fate you have with this world and start panicking because of it.

"Hey, what's the matter?" she tries calming you down by stroking you with soothing voice.

You settle your nerves by taking deep breaths.

You tell her about being stuck in this world from accepting her friendship and how it's going to turn yourself into a pony.

"You are? I'm sorry, I didn't know that was going to happen."

You tell her that it's not her fault but you wished that you could still get back home.

".........................Oh! Why don't you go see Princess Celestia," the mare pats you with a confident look on her face, "She'll help get you back home."

This seems like the only choice you've got now. You must see her if you want to get back home in one piece.

"She lives in Canterlot Castle, the city up on the side of the mountain." She points the a castle in the distance.

"Get going," she gently pushes you, "you can make it by sundown if you get going now."

You look at the sky and see the sun approaching closer and closer to the hills. It was time to go. You wave Applebloom goodbye and head towards the castle.

"Good luck! We'll be rooting for ya!" she says hugging her dog.


You march up a deserted path on a hill as the sunset starts to begin. Every step you make brings you another step closer to the castle. Nothing can stop you.

"I told you that we'd meet again, human."

That voice, you recognize it.

"Down over here."

Looking down, you see Mooshy staring at you with those red iris eyes.

"Oh, look at that. You've gone and grown a tail since we last met."

"It would appear that you accidentally gained a friend around here, such a shame for you."

You tell the fungus that you still plan on getting back with the help of Celestia.

"I would't bother trying if I were you. Celestia is a princess, royalty, upper-class. She wouldn't have time to help. Besides, if she could help, then she would've helped all of those other humans that are now ponies."

Doubt about this journey starts to invade your mind.

"But maybe there's still a chance of returning. You're not a complete pony yet, so perhaps you can get lucky and still return home when your time is up. Just make sure you don't make anymore friends for the remainder of your time here."

That's another possible solution, but are you willing to go on an assumption?

"Until next time, human." Mooshy disappears into the dirt after his goodbye.

You make to the top of the hill and you see why this road is deserted. Ahead of you is a gorge that has a rickety bridge, but you also see Canterlot Castle about a mile away. You look at the sun; you won't make it before dark if you take another path and the last thing you want to do is to try and walk in the dark. You have to take the bridge.

You look over the cliff, it looks like a long drop down. Holding in your breath, you take a step on the first plank.

You hear the board creak and you exhale; relieved that it didn't break. Looking at the rest of the planks ahead of you, you get the feeling that this is like a game of Russian roulette. You grab a tight hold of the rope that's used for a railing and hope that the 'barrel' is 'unloaded'.

Slowly, you walk on each plank as lightly as possible. The howling of the wind shakes your nerves and each creaking of the wood makes your heart skip a beat in anxiety.

You place your foot on a plank and lift the other foot for the next, but the plank you're currently on breaks.

You yell as you fall through the board, but hang there from your tight grip on the rope. You hear the sound of your echo through the gorge.

You pull yourself up and swing your leg onto the next board and put pressure on it to get the rest of your body up. The plank breaks and your body swings back down, making you lose your grip the the rope. You scream as you fall, it doesn't look like there's anything you could land on to soften the impact; not even a flower bed.

It seems like you're going to die in this world before you even get to finish living one day here.

You suddenly land on something soft that appears right from out of nowhere and are now flying at high speed through the air. You hear flapping sound but you can't see what they are, all you see is some kind of fur or maybe hair constantly hitting your face with wild colors.

You suddenly feel your world spin and you fall again. You land in a second to see that you're on the other side of the gorge. You notice a pale cerulean feather gently floating down into your sight.

"And once again!" You look up and see a mare pegasus that matches the color of the feather. She sits on a cloud doing poses and whips her rainbow mane everywhere, "Rainbow Dash saves the day!" she starts making crowd sounds, "Aaaaaaa! Greatest in all of Equestria! Aaaaaaa! We love you, Dash! Aaaaaaa!"

You get up and thank her for saving your tail.

"That was nothing. I could save five- no ten- no TWENTY of your species in under three seconds."

You note that her showboating is kinda..... concerning.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. Take it in pal, cause there ain't nopony like me around here."

That ego is starting to become irritating for you.

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

............you look over the cliff. It doesn't look that far down to you anymore.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. Despite being your savior, it's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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You form a fist and pound her hoof to confirm with her offer.

*Snap*

Again, you hear that sound, but something different happens. A flashing light blinds you and quickly fades for you to see your own hand gone. You're astonished and worried to see that it was replaced with a hoof.

"Did you decided to be more like your hero, buddy?" spoke Rainbow Dash.

You look at her and wonder why her cloud was higher then it was a moment ago. In fact, everything around you was higher, including the ground.

It finally registers to you, you are now a complete pony.

"Do you creatures do this sort of thing?" the pegasus asks.

You tell her that you're not from this world and that you need to see Princess Celestia in order to get home.

Dash's eyes suddenly shot open, "Wait, home!?!" she looks at the sunset, "Ah shoot! They're going to kill me. Sorry, but I just remembered something I promised my folks I'd do before sundown. Gotta go!" She flies off with a rainbow trail leading behind her.

Your gaze returns to the castle, "Oh!" You look behind you and see that Dash has returned, "I wanted to say that you can trust Celestia. She may not seem like it at times, but shes always looking out for the best interest of everypony." You thank her for her concern.

"You got this, pal!" She encourages and you both head off your own directions.


Night has finally arrived as you approach the castle. It's been a rough day for you, but you actually found a lot of enjoyment in this world. Despite the warnings, you've made three new friends and they each give their prayers at you achieving your goal. You may walk as one of them and you're chances of returning home are gone now, but you're full of determination that this will work and get you back home.

Nothing will stop you.

You trot your way across the drawbridge and two wings suddenly block your path. Taking a step back, you see that the wings are from two ponies in gold armor. They appear to be guards, based off of the solid stiff stance.

"State your purpose." one of them said.

You tell them that you wanted to see Princess Celestia.

The two guards view you, from your tail to your ears. They look at each other and make various gestures with their eyes; silently communicating to keep you in the dark. One of them finally looks back at you, "Come with me."

You oblige and follow him through the corridors of the castle. "The Princess said that she was expecting somepony to arrive tonight." the guard said, trying to make small talk, "I don't know what your intentions might be, but keep in mind that there are guards everywhere."

That sounded like a threat to you.

"You are to treat her majesty with honor and respect while you're here, got it?"

You nod as you enter into the throne room. Chandeliers hung across a long corridor that leads to the throne itself; consisting of two levels. The lower layer is supported by two columns with potted flowers next to them. The top layers has a large white alicorn sitting there, wrapped in her pale flowing multicolored tail and reading a scroll.

"Your Highness," the soldier said kneeling before her, "this pony here wishes to speak with you."

The alicorn has a peeved look on her face as she views you. You're under the impression that she must've had a long day and you being here only makes it more troublesome for her.

"Thank you," said the princess to her guard, "you are dismissed."

The guard walks by and gives a look, implying that he's got his eyes on you.

He leaves and you are left alone with Princess Celestia. She's royalty and she holds your chances at returning home in her hooves. Taking up on the guard's demands on respect is probably a good idea here. It could help get you on her good side and she'd be more willing to help you.

You just need to treat her like the princess she is.




Celestia deserves pampering

"So, how may I help you?"

It is an honor to meet the graceful, Princess Celestia, face to face.

Greetings Princess, my name is....... is something wrong?

How's it going, Tuts?

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She's taken aback by your choice of words, but returns to her prior state.

"I don't have time for this. Things aren't going so well in Equestria and I have many issues that need attending to."

But your Highness, You're doing an exquisite job with the kingdom.

Really? I think you're doing a decant job with the kingdom.

Yeah. I know of a bridge you can start with.

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"Well, things aren't going so well in Equestria and I have many issues that need attending to. So can we make this quick?"

But your Highness, You're doing an exquisite job with the kingdom.

Really? I think you're doing a decant job with the kingdom.

Yeah. I know of a bridge you can start with.

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Her annoyed look only got worse.

"Tuts? I don't have time for this. Things aren't going so well in Equestria and I have many issues that need attending to."

But your Highness, You're doing an exquisite job with the kingdom.

Really? I think you're doing a decant job with the kingdom.

Yeah. I know of a bridge you can start with.

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"Maybe, but once I get one thing accomplished there's another one that needs attending to."

A mare of your stature should deserve more time to relax.

Sounds like you need a vacation.

Yeah, life stinks. Take me for example.

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"Thanks. You're sweet, but once I get one thing accomplished there's another one that needs attending to."

A mare of your stature should deserve more time to relax.

Sounds like you need a vacation.

Yeah, life stinks. Take me for example.

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The mare slaps her hoof at her face and slides it down.

"Great! Another issue. Once I get one thing accomplished there's another one that needs attending to."

A mare of your stature should deserve more time to relax.

Sounds like you need a vacation.

Yeah, life stinks. Take me for example.

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"That would be nice."

She looks over herself.

"I must look like a complete mess."

Nonsense, you're even more elegant than what ponies make you out to be.

No no. You look great.

Well, maybe not a complete mess, but...

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"DO I EVER!!!"

She looks over herself.

"I must look like a complete mess."

Nonsense, you're even more elegant than what ponies make you out to be.

No no. You look great.

Well, maybe not a complete mess, but...

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Celestia ignores you as while you ramble on about yourself.

She looks over herself.

"I must look like a complete mess."

Nonsense, you're even more elegant than what ponies make you out to be.

No no. You look great.

Well, maybe not a complete mess, but...

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"Really!" Celestia lightens up and her expression changes, "What part of me do you find attractive?"

Your mind goes blank as she gives you a seductive look.

She flutters her eyelashes and you're left clueless on what to say.

I really like your.................... mane?

Simply because you're a.................... pony?

The fact that you're.................... big?

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"Really!" Celestia brightens up and her expression changes, "What part of me do you find attractive?"

Your mind goes blank as she gives you a suggestive look.

She flutters her eyelashes and you're left clueless on what to say.

I really like your.................... mane?

Simply because you're a.................... pony?

The fact that you're.................... big?

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"Really!" Celestia gives a little smile and her expression changes, "What part of me do you find attractive?"

Your mind goes blank as she gives you a sultry look.

She flutters her eyelashes and you're left clueless on what to say.

I really like your.................... mane?

Simply because you're a.................... pony?

The fact that you're.................... big?

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Celestia starts laughing from how flustered you are.

"Okay, I think I had my fun."

。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *

The Princess softens her laughter, "Forgive me. I was aware that you were coming so I thought I'd set up a little game for you."

Her attitude quickly lightens up from a few moments ago. She must've been playing earlier.

"Let me do this again more properly," the alicorn straightens up her posture, "Welcome to Canterlot Castle. My name's Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria." She bows with a smile at you, "I got a message from Twilight earlier today that you were coming to see me. You're from another world and want to go back, correct?" You confirm, "But you are unable to because you're turning into a pony, which appears to have already taken full effect."

Celestia lowers her head, "I'm sorry to say, but it's out of my powers at returning you back home."

.......you feel like your heart was just broken in two.

"But..." she's giving you a reassuring smile, "I believe I know somepony who can."

"What was the name of your little friend again? The mushroom you spoke of to Twilight." You told her, "Mooshy.... alright."

Celestia lifts up her head, "Care to come out, Mooshy?"

You look around for the shroom, but it didn't appear.

"I know you're there, Mooshy. You've been following our friend here since they came to this world."

You search again, but nothing.

"........Mooshy."

The sound of ruffling caught both of your attentions. It was coming from the potted flowers, they were shifting as a cap of a mushroom pops from the soil.

"There you are, human. Was it you who called me?"

You point behind the fungus and it turns to see an alicorn standing over itself.

"Oh! Why, hello Princess. I'm so glad that I actually get a chance to meet you."

"It's nice to see you too, Discord." the shroom glares at the princess who seems amused at what she said, "I mean 'Mooshy'."

Mooshy vanishes in a flash and the most unorthodox creature you've ever seen flashes into the room. A dark-grayish-brown creature with a slim torso attached with limbs from a lion, eagle, lizard, goat and a serpent tail stood before you. The head looked like a horse, but it has antlers from a deer and a goat. You just can't understand what this thing is, but those yellow eyes and red pupils made it clear that this thing was Mooshy.

"So you knew it was me," he spoke in a stern voice, "What do you want, a prize? Well go ahead, have one." He lift up his lion hand.

*Snap*

Discord snapped his fingers and a plate of spaghetti appears in front of Celestia. It suddenly hits you that you've heard that snapping sound before, three times to be precise, every time you accepted somepony's friendship. You assume that he turned you into a pony just as easily as he could turn himself into a mushroom.

"Discord," she pushes the plate away, "By any chance, did you bring our friend to Equestria?"

"Mmm.... perhaps." You don't need Applejack's help to know the truth from those words.

"They also told me that you said they would turn into a pony if they ever gained any friends here."

"Well, I might've said something like that."

She gives him a sly smile, "Then could you tell me why they would purposely turn themself into a pony?"

"Isn't it obvious? They simply have an unhealthy desire to become a pony. What other reason could there be?"

"'What other reason' indeed." the Princess said with a face looking like a confident poker player.

Discord slithered up to Celestia's face, "You know I'm right."

"Yes, you are." Her eyes closed, declaring that this argument was over.

Discord on the other hand got more irritated with her and looks back at you. He huffs and approaches, "Alright, human. You want to get home?"

*Snap*

He snapped his fingers and a golden heart shaped locket hangs from his finger, "then this is your ticket home. With this locket, you'll be able to travel through the rift that brought you here."

The trinket glints; enticing you to snatch it. Discord swings his tail around and raps the chain around his tail. "If you want it, then you'll have to fight me for it."

You're startled at what he wants from you. You look over at Celestia and she doesn't seem to mind; she hasn't even opened her eyes to see at what's about to transpire here.

You have four choices; you could fight him like he wants, you could act by charging after the locket, you could bargain with an item for the pendent, or you could not play his little game.

No matter what choice is made, you won't stop until you get that locket! Especially after finding out that he's the reason why you're here.




D̳̖͎͈̠̘i͇̖̬ͮś͍͔ͭͣ̌̆c̨͈̹̟̙̰͛̂̈ͯ̃o̒ͩ̄ṙ̼̼̥͎̯̠̟̍ͧ̚d̵̦̗͎̠̩̝ͅ ͏ï͔̙̯͈̖̮̠ͥͨ̐̕s̗̦̠̐ͨ ̫̙̖̟̮́̚ͅs̶͙̮̤̻͐͒̊c͏h̗̣̖͓̓͡e̟̾͌̐ͩͫ̃͆m̬̔͊̓͒ͮͪ̉͟i̝͙ͦǹ̠̹́g͇ͧ̊̽̏́͋ͅ

"Show me the determination of the human soul!"

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

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The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

FIGHT

ACT

ITEM

MERCY

---

View Online

You prepare to attack Discord. Your mind is focused purely on the level of violence your going to unleash. You find a fatal spot and wind yourself up.

You suddenly feel a drop of blood pressure inside you, like something has exceeded your thirst for blood ten fold. This cold bite feels like it's coming at you the strongest from one direction.

You slowly turn your head and see that Celestia is looking at you with one of her eyes open. You start sweating from the nightmarish sight of her gaze. The look simply sends chills throughout your body. It's the kind of look that a mother would give their child when they want them to do the right thing.

...........perhaps there's another option that you can take.

。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *

As you stare down this mystical entity, the thought of succeeding appears to be hopeless for you.

You're facing a bully that has brought you out of your world, disciplined you for making friends, and dangles your one chance at getting home in front of you just so he can rip it away before you can grasp it. What is Discord gaining from this game of his? Why would Celestia allow this to happen in her throne room and not help you out?

These questions weigh you down and you're starting to think that you're completely alone in this room, struggling with a goal that nopony will help you to achieve.

"Well?" Discord said to you, "Don't keep me waiting human; let's get shaky!!!" He levitates and snaps his fingers.

The room begins to vibrate and you're trying to keep your balance. You look up as Discord laughs. but you notice that the chandelier above him is shaking a little bit too awkwardly.

A loud screeching sound is heard coming from it and the hanging ornament comes falling down on the laughing prankster. Both him and the decoration crash to the floor.

The quake settles, leaving you intact but Discord pinned, looking pretty hurt. He look like he's in pain and could really use some help. You look over to Celestia, she's not showing any concern.......... should you?

Now would be a good time to take the gold locket.

SAVE DISCORD

GET LOCKET

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Your gaze is on the locket as you crouch down. You need to act quick and precise if you want to snatch it.

Looking over at Discord, he's reading a book with an orange cover and a 'do not' sign on the back.

The time was now and you charge after the locket. You open your jaw wide to grab it with your teeth; a compensate for the lack of hands. Your mouth was over it and you clench your teeth to nab it, but Discord pulled his tail away before you could get it.

You try again and again and again, but just keep missing.

"Frisky, aren't we?" Discord said nonchalantly as her turned to the next page.

This isn't working, you have to try another tactic.

。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *

As you stare down this mystical entity, the thought of succeeding appears to be hopeless for you.

You're facing a bully that has brought you out of your world, disciplined you for making friends, and dangles your one chance at getting home in front of you just so he can rip it away before you can grasp it. What is Discord gaining from this game of his? Why would Celestia allow this to happen in her throne room and not help you out?

These questions weigh you down and you're starting to think that you're completely alone in this room, struggling with a goal that nopony will help you to achieve.

"Well?" Discord said to you, "Don't keep me waiting human; let's get shaky!!!" He levitates and snaps his fingers.

The room begins to vibrate and you're trying to keep your balance. You look up as Discord laughs. but you notice that the chandelier above him is shaking a little bit too awkwardly.

A loud screeching sound is heard coming from it and the hanging ornament comes falling down on the laughing prankster. Both him and the decoration crash to the floor.

The quake settles, leaving you intact but Discord pinned, looking pretty hurt. He look like he's in pain and could really use some help. You look over to Celestia, she's not showing any concern.......... should you?

Now would be a good time to take the gold locket.

SAVE DISCORD

GET LOCKET

---

View Online

The best course of action is to try and make a deal with Discord with something else you have.

You reach into your pocket, but realized that it was pointless simply because as a pony, you're not wearing any cloths.

You panic and decided that there was only one thing you could give.

You offer it to him, but he declines.

Apparently, he doesn't need a hug.

You try something else.

。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *

As you stare down this mystical entity, the thought of succeeding appears to be hopeless for you.

You're facing a bully that has brought you out of your world, disciplined you for making friends, and dangles your one chance at getting home in front of you just so he can rip it away before you can grasp it. What is Discord gaining from this game of his? Why would Celestia allow this to happen in her throne room and not help you out?

These questions weigh you down and you're starting to think that you're completely alone in this room, struggling with a goal that nopony will help you to achieve.

"Well?" Discord said to you, "Don't keep me waiting human; let's get shaky!!!" He levitates and snaps his fingers.

The room begins to vibrate and you're trying to keep your balance. You look up as Discord laughs. but you notice that the chandelier above him is shaking a little bit too awkwardly.

A loud screeching sound is heard coming from it and the hanging ornament comes falling down on the laughing prankster. Both him and the decoration crash to the floor.

The quake settles, leaving you intact but Discord pinned, looking pretty hurt. He look like he's in pain and could really use some help. You look over to Celestia, she's not showing any concern.......... should you?

Now would be a good time to take the gold locket.

SAVE DISCORD

GET LOCKET

---

View Online

You stand there, refusing to play his little game.

"In case you're unaware on how a fight works," Discord told you, "Allow me to explain the process."

"Two opposing forces confront one another with a series of punching and kicking."

"Fights can usually start when somepony wants something the other has, so they attack them. The other won't attack as long as they hold the object of their desire."

"In other words, I don't have a reason to fight as long as I hold the locket, meaning you're going to have to make the assault."

He's right, you going to need to try something different.

。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *+:。.。:+* ゚ ゜゚ *

As you stare down this mystical entity, the thought of succeeding appears to be hopeless for you.

You're facing a bully that has brought you out of your world, disciplined you for making friends, and dangles your one chance at getting home in front of you just so he can rip it away before you can grasp it. What is Discord gaining from this game of his? Why would Celestia allow this to happen in her throne room and not help you out?

These questions weigh you down and you're starting to think that you're completely alone in this room, struggling with a goal that nopony is going to help you with at achieving.

"Well?" Discord said to you, "Don't keep me waiting human; let's get shaky!!!" He levitates and snaps his fingers.

The room begins to vibrate and you're trying to keep your balance. You look up as Discord laughs. but you notice that the chandelier above him is shaking a little bit too awkwardly.

A loud screeching sound is heard coming from it and the hanging ornament comes falling down on the laughing prankster. Both him and the decoration crash to the floor.

The quake settles, leaving you intact but Discord pinned, looking pretty hurt. He look like he's in pain and could really use some help. You look over to Celestia, she's not showing any concern.......... should you?

Now would be a good time to take the gold locket.

SAVE DISCORD

GET LOCKET

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Despite all the trouble he's put you through, you just can't stand seeing his suffering.

You gallop to the chandelier and begin to try and push it off him.

"Why?" Discord says glancing over at you, "Why are you helping me? Why aren't you taking the locket?"

"I believe you already know the reason why, Discord." You look over to Celestia from hearing those words and she's giving a proud smile at the scene. "It's time to stop. You can't change them from who they are."

He growls with frustration and vanishes with the chandelier. A flash appears above and you see that the decorative ornament is safely attached to the ceiling. Another flash catches your eye and you look over to see Discord standing fine and intact as if he was never flattened by the lights that hang above you. You get the feeling that this was all planned by him so he could test you on something.

Discord glares at the Princess, "I can't tell what's more annoying; the human's lack of cooperation or the repugnant look you're giving."

Celestia just keeps that smile of hers on.

"You know..." he said with a huff, "I don't care anymore." He flies off to the corner of the room and a gigantic Mooshy appears for him to sit on and pout.

"It appears that I'm the one that's going to have to apologize on his behalf." spoke the alicorn princess, "In truth, this is partially my fault as well."

"I'm not sure what Discord told you, but humans are a bit of a myth in Equestria. We're aware that they walk on two legs, that they have fingers, and that they wear cloths; but many of the facts on how humans live was a mystery to us. We make up speculations on what your kind is like; do they have a leader, do they use magic, do they have a faith? Discord and I were talking the other day and we had a conversation similar to this at what your kinds true nature may be, but it ended on a sour note. We both had our interpretations and were both positive that we were right, but we didn't have any proof to back it up, so we left it be. Or so I thought..." she glances over to Discord, "Would you care to continue?"

He sighs, "I believed that you humans were bent on selfishness and indifference, so I made up a little game for you that could exploit it."

"I knew you would want to return home and considered that you might gain some friends here as well; that's where I could prove my point. I made certain that you would follow my expectations by stating you would be stuck here if you made a friends. The greed of wanting to go home would be shown from pushing away others that only wanted nothing more then to be pals; which would be a sign of apathy."

"I always did have in mind of sending you back when your day was up, but to keep safe, I threw in the idea that you'd turn into a pony as a form of punishment. Unfortunately, you decided to still obtain one and I had to discipline you, followed by a personal scolding afterwards."

"It was a foolproof plan, but once you got word that Celestia could help you, I improvised by saying that you could still go home with only having a tail, but you had to keep gaining friends. Why couldn't you just follow the rules?"

"They sound a lot like you, Discord." Celestia said chuckling which only made him grumble, "When I got Twilight's letter, I assumed that he was behind this and waited for your arrival. Even after all you've done, he still didn't believe that I was right. So, I just sat back and let nature take its course. It time, you eventually showed him that I was right about you humans all along."

"You're social by nature, sympathetic with others and forming bonds in which you would even sacrifice yourselves to keep others safe and happy."

"In simple terms, you're creatures of companionship and empathy. A true symbol of harmony in this land."

You reflect on the actions since you came here. The little activities that you've experienced with those ponies you've met helped form a bond between you and them. Your bond with them was so strong, that you've forgotten what your main goal was at times. Even if you did remember, you still chose to be friends with them rather than to just brush them away for the desire of going home.

Celestia looks over to the pouting creature in the corner, "You should feel flattered, Discord. They were more concerned for you than getting back home. I believe you may have unintentionally gained a friend."

"..............I guess my game wasn't a total bust." Discord said sounding a little optimistic then he did a moment ago.

"Well then, I think it's about time for me to start raising the sun."

"That also means 'it's about time that you return to your world' as well." Discord says looking at you.

"Discord, after everything that's happened, don't you think that our friend deserves something?"

He begins rubbing his chin, "......ah! I know what to give." Discord swings his tail around to show the golden heart locket.

*Snap*

At the sound of his fingers, the heart suddenly gained legs and starts running towards you, dragging the chain behind it.

"I fibbed earlier about this locket being able to send you home, but I want you to have it anyways for all the trouble I've caused."

The locket jumps and swings the chain around your head. The feet disappear and you admire the gold heart locket hanging around your neck.

"Actually, I was thinking of something more 'permanent'." Celestia suggested.

Discord looks at her puzzled, but got the idea after a few silent gestures. "I see," he had a bittersweet smile on you, "I believe she's giving you a choice on your final destination. Okay human....... no..... I mean pal, I'll turn you back to the way you originally looked. However, I'll give you a choice on whether you want to go back home or not."

You gave a surprised look at his offer.

"You can choose to go back to your world or you can stay here in Equestria." the Princess clarified for you.

This'll be the toughest decision you'll face since coming here.

This place has been great; you've gained friends, had a lot of fun, and had a great adventure coming to this point. You're going to miss it if you leave, but you also don't belong here. You're living a life at home and have things to get back to there. You're used to your world, staying here would be like being reborn as there's so many things that you'll need to learn in order to properly cope with being here. Food, shelter, currency are all going to be taken away from you, and that's not mentioning that you'll be living in a society that's structured around ponies. This world is not meant for humans at all.

.............................perhaps. ..............................perhaps, there's another choice.

GO HOME

STAY HERE

DON'T CHANGE A THING

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You gallop to the locket, but halfway, you suddenly stop. You look at Discord and see him struggling in pain.

You tell yourself that helping him is wrong.

You advise yourself that he wouldn't do the same for you.

You warn yourself that he's just going to take the locket away once freed.

You keep informing your heart all of this with every possible, reasonable, and logically reasoning you can think of.

But it refused.

Despite all the trouble he's put you through, you just can't stand seeing his suffering.

You instead run up to the chandelier and begin to try and push it off him.

"Why?" Discord says glancing over at you, "Why are you helping me? Why aren't you taking the locket?"

"I believe you already know the reason why, Discord." You look over to Celestia from hearing those words and she's giving a proud smile at the scene. "It's time to stop. You can't change them from who they are."

He growls with frustration and vanishes with the chandelier. A flash appears above and you see that the decorative ornament is safely attached to the ceiling. Another flash catches your eye and you look over to see Discord standing fine and intact as if he was never flattened by the lights that hang above you. You get the feeling that this was all planned by him so he could test you on something.

Discord glares at the Princess, "I can't tell what's more annoying; the human's lack of cooperation or the repugnant look you're giving."

Celestia just keeps that smile of hers on.

"You know..." he said with a huff, "I don't care anymore." He flies off to the corner of the room and a gigantic Mooshy appears for him to sit on and pout.

"It appears that I'm the one that's going to have to apologize on his behalf." spoke the alicorn princess, "In truth, this is partially my fault as well."

"I'm not sure what Discord told you, but humans are a bit of a myth in Equestria. We're aware that they walk on two legs, that they have fingers, and that they wear cloths; but many of the facts on how humans live was a mystery to us. We make up speculations on what your kind is like; do they have a leader, do they use magic, do they have a faith? Discord and I were talking the other day and we had a conversation similar to this at what your kinds true nature may be, but it ended on a sour note. We both had our interpretations and were both positive that we were right, but we didn't have any proof to back it up, so we left it be. Or so I thought..." she glances over to Discord, "Would you care to continue?"

He sighs, "I believed that you humans were bent on selfishness and indifference, so I made up a little game for you that could exploit it."

"I knew you would want to return home and considered that you might gain some friends here as well; that's where I could prove my point. I made certain that you would follow my expectations by stating you would be stuck here if you made a friends. The greed of wanting to go home would be shown from pushing away others that only wanted nothing more then to be pals; which would be a sign of apathy."

"I always did have in mind of sending you back when your day was up, but to keep safe, I threw in the idea that you'd turn into a pony as a form of punishment. Unfortunately, you decided to still obtain one and I had to discipline you, followed by a personal scolding afterwards."

"It was a foolproof plan, but once you got word that Celestia could help you, I improvised by saying that you could still go home with only having a tail, but you had to keep gaining friends. Why couldn't you just follow the rules?"

"They sound a lot like you, Discord." Celestia said chuckling which only made him grumble, "When I got Twilight's letter, I assumed that he was behind this and waited for your arrival. Even after all you've done, he still didn't believe that I was right. So, I just sat back and let nature take its course. It time, you eventually showed him that I was right about you humans all along."

"You're social by nature, sympathetic with others and forming bonds in which you would even sacrifice yourselves to keep others safe and happy."

"In simple terms, you're creatures of companionship and empathy. A true symbol of harmony in this land."

You reflect on the actions since you came here. The little activities that you've experienced with those ponies you've met helped form a bond between you and them. Your bond with them was so strong, that you've forgotten what your main goal was at times. Even if you did remember, you still chose to be friends with them rather than to just brush them away for the desire of going home.

Celestia looks over to the pouting creature in the corner, "You should feel flattered, Discord. They were more concerned for you than getting back home. I believe you may have unintentionally gained a friend."

"..............I guess my game wasn't a total bust." Discord said sounding a little optimistic then he did a moment ago.

"Well then, I think it's about time for me to start raising the sun."

"That also means 'it's about time that you return to your world' as well." Discord says looking at you.

"Discord, after everything that's happened, don't you think that our friend deserves something?"

He begins rubbing his chin, "......ah! I know what to give." Discord swings his tail around to show the golden heart locket.

*Snap*

At the sound of his fingers, the heart suddenly gained legs and starts running towards you, dragging the chain behind it.

"I fibbed earlier about this locket being able to send you home, but I want you to have it anyways for all the trouble I've caused."

The locket jumps and swings the chain around your head. The feet disappear and you admire the gold heart locket hanging around your neck.

"Actually, I was thinking of something more 'permanent'." Celestia suggested.

Discord looks at her puzzled, but got the idea after a few silent gestures. "I see," he had a bittersweet smile on you, "I believe she's giving you a choice on your final destination. Okay human....... no..... I mean pal, I'll turn you back to the way you originally looked. However, I'll give you a choice on whether you want to go back home or not."

You gave a surprised look at his offer.

"You can choose to go back to your world or you can stay here in Equestria." the Princess clarified for you.

This'll be the toughest decision you'll face since coming here.

This place has been great; you've gained friends, had a lot of fun, and had a great adventure coming to this point. You're going to miss it if you leave, but you also don't belong here. You're living a life at home and have things to get back to there. You're used to your world, staying here would be like being reborn as there's so many things that you'll need to learn in order to properly cope with being here. Food, shelter, currency are all going to be taken away from you, and that's not mentioning that you'll be living in a society that's structured around ponies. This world is not meant for humans at all.

.............................perhaps. ..............................perhaps, there's another choice.

GO HOME

STAY HERE

DON'T CHANGE A THING

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You accept her offer and she smiles.

*Snap*

You hear that strange sound again and looked to find the source, but you still find nothing.

"Huh!" The mare says in astonishment, "How in tarnation did ya do that with yer ears?"

You place your hands on your ears, but you're feeling nothing there. You begin to panic and start patting all over your head for your ears. You freeze feeling two thin flaps at the top of your head. You stroke them and rub your finger on them. The soft sounds you're making can easily be heard there, which should be unheard from where your ears were. It hits you at what you're touching, you now have horse ears at the top of your head.

"That was something else!" proclaimed Applejack, but you didn't share her enthusiasm and she notices, "Something troubling ya?"

You tell the mare that you're slowly turning into a pony and how you plan to see Princess Celestia to get you back to normal and back home.

"She'll defiantly help, you can count on it!" the country gal confirms.

You look at the sky and see the sun approaching closer and closer to the hills. It was time to go. You wave Applejack goodbye and head towards the castle.

"Come by again sometime, partner!" she says waving her hat in the air.


You march up a deserted path on a hill as the sunset starts to begin. Every step you make brings you another step closer to the castle. Nothing can stop you.

"You just keep turning more and more into a pony every time we meet, human."

You look down at the soil and see the amber grayish mushroom, Mooshy, looking at you.

"Gained another friend? You're only making this more harder on yourself you know."

You tell the mushroom that you're going to fix that by going to see Princess Celestia.

"This again?" the fungus roll it's eyes, "Fine, go see her. Just don't go whining about it when you realize it's a lost cause."

The fungus returns to the ground and you realize that you've been running into that mushroom all day. You can't shake the feeling that maybe that shroom is watching out for you.

......maybe it knows what its talking about.

You make to the top of the hill and you see why this road is deserted. Ahead of you is a gorge that has a rickety bridge, but you also see Canterlot Castle about a mile away. You look at the sun; you won't make it before dark if you take another path and the last thing you want to do is to try and walk in the dark. You have to take the bridge.

You look over the cliff, it looks like a long drop down. Holding in your breath, you take a step on the first plank.

You hear the board creak and you exhale; relieved that it didn't break. Looking at the rest of the planks ahead of you, you get the feeling that this is like a game of Russian roulette. You grab a tight hold of the rope that's used for a railing and hope that the 'barrel' is 'unloaded'.

Slowly, you walk on each plank as lightly as possible. The howling of the wind shakes your nerves and each creaking of the wood makes your heart skip a beat in anxiety.

You place your foot on a plank and lift the other foot for the next, but the plank you're currently on breaks.

You yell as you fall through the board, but hang there from your tight grip on the rope. Your pony ears flap at hearing the sound of your echo through the gorge.

You pull yourself up and swing your leg onto the next board and put pressure on it to get the rest of your body up. The plank breaks and your body swings back down, making you lose your grip the the rope. You scream as you fall, it doesn't look like there's anything you could land on to soften the impact; not even a flower bed.

It seems like you're going to die in this world before you even get to finish living one day here.

You suddenly land on something soft that appears right from out of nowhere and are now flying at high speed through the air. You hear flapping sound but you can't see what they are, all you see is some kind of fur or maybe hair constantly hitting your face with wild colors.

You suddenly feel your world spin and you fall again. You land in a second to see that you're on the other side of the gorge. You notice a pale cerulean feather gently floating down into your sight.

"And once again!" You look up and see a mare pegasus that matches the color of the feather. She sits on a cloud doing poses and whips her rainbow mane everywhere, "Rainbow Dash saves the day!" she starts making crowd sounds, "Aaaaaaa! Greatest in all of Equestria! Aaaaaaa! We love you, Dash! Aaaaaaa!"

You get up and thank her for saving your tail.

"That was nothing. I could save five- no ten- no TWENTY of your species in under three seconds."

You note that her showboating is kinda..... concerning.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. Take it in pal, cause there ain't nopony like me around here."

That ego is starting to become irritating for you.

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

............you look over the cliff. It doesn't look that far down to you anymore.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. Despite being your savior, it's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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You brush her hoof aside to decline her offer.

"Wha!" Rainbow Dash cried, "You're passing up the chance hang out with me?"

She gives you an ornery look, "What? You think your better then me or something?"

You tell her that you don't have time to hang around with her.

Dash looks flustered by your decision, "F-FINE! Go ahead you... you... DWEEB!!!" She flies off leaving a booming sound in the air.

Despite all the trash talk you had with her, refusing to be friends actually hurt her feelings.

.....but you accepted more than enough friendships for today.

You run towards the castle with what little light you have left.


Night has finally arrived as you approach the castle. It's much bigger then you thought it was from the distance. Finding the princess in this castle won't be a walk in the park.

You walk your way across the drawbridge.

"HALT!"

You stop at the command of two unicorns ahead of you with gold armor on. Their horns are glowing with floating spears in front of them pointed directly at you.

"Leave this instant!" one yells at you.

You tell them that you need to see Princess Celestia.

"I'm not going to allow a creature like you anywhere near the Princess."

You say that she's the only one that can help.

"Then you're going to have to get your help elsewhere."

You begged them that they just gotta le-

You suddenly jump back from a magical bullet nearly hitting your feet. "LEAVE!!!" they both demanded.

There's nothing you can do, these ponies will pummel you if you try to fight them. They have magic, weapons, numbers and that's from you can see from the outside. Who knows how many more ponies are on the inside that find your current appearance unsettling.

The only thing you can do is to leave, wait for the rest of your day to end and hope for the best.


You find a tree in a secluded area and wait there for the time being.

You lay your back to the tree and start to think how you arrived at this moment. Maybe there was something you did wrong? Maybe you did something right? You just can't find any conclusion to this turmoil you're in.

"Looks like we hit a brick wall."

You hear a voice coming close by.

"And it appears we won't CONTINUE."

You look down and see amber grayish mushroom, Mooshy, talking to you.

"Looks like you can't make up your mind, much like the human/pony you are. So, I'm going to end this game here."

You don't understand what its was talking about.

"I know what you're thinking 'Why don't I go back to a certain point' or 'Why don't I just go to the part that I want.' Well then answer me this, 'What chapter are you on?'"

You're not even certain that its talking to you anymore.

"That's right. All of these chapters are only dashes. There's about two hundred chapters so finding the chapter you want isn't possibly easy. No matter what, you won't be able to CONTINUE the story unless you try again from the START. Don't believe me? Look at the chapter list and you see only dashes."

It's almost as if its talking to someone else.

"So there you have it, you can't CONTINUE this story anymore. If you're sharp enough, you might just see what you've missed and then you could CONTINUE the story next time."

As for who its talking to, you...... just can't tell.

"I believe I've stayed my welcome. We can CONTINUE this conversation some other time, but for now, I'll be sending you back."

"Until then."

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She gives you an astonished look, "Oh, alright."

She snuggles the furball that's her new dog.

"I guess it's for the best. Applejack did say not to get too kindly with strangers. I just....."

"...thought you seemed pretty nice."

You look at the sky and see the sun approaching closer and closer to the hills. It was time to go. You wave Applebloom goodbye and head towards the castle.

"Yeah, see ya around." she says with a hint of sorrow in her voice.


You march up a deserted path on a hill as the sunset starts to begin. Every step you make brings you another step closer to the castle. Nothing can stop you.

You make to the top of the hill and you see why this road is deserted. Ahead of you is a gorge that has a rickety bridge, but you also see Canterlot Castle about a mile away. You look at the sun; you won't make it before dark if you take another path and the last thing you want to do is to try and walk in the dark. You have to take the bridge.

You look over the cliff, it looks like a long drop down. Holding in your breath, you take a step on the first plank.

You hear the board creak and you exhale; relieved that it didn't break. Looking at the rest of the planks ahead of you, you get the feeling that this is like a game of Russian roulette. You grab a tight hold of the rope that's used for a railing and hope that the 'barrel' is 'unloaded'.

Slowly, you walk on each plank as lightly as possible. The howling of the wind shakes your nerves and each creaking of the wood makes your heart skip a beat in anxiety.

You place your foot on a plank and lift the other foot for the next, but the plank you're currently on breaks.

You yell as you fall through the board, but hang there from your tight grip on the rope. You hear the sound of your echo through the gorge.

You pull yourself up and swing your leg onto the next board and put pressure on it to get the rest of your body up. The plank breaks and your body swings back down, making you lose your grip the the rope. You scream as you fall, it doesn't look like there's anything you could land on to soften the impact; not even a flower bed.

It seems like you're going to die in this world before you even get to finish living one day here.

You suddenly land on something soft that appears right from out of nowhere and are now flying at high speed through the air. You hear flapping sound but you can't see what they are, all you see is some kind of fur or maybe hair constantly hitting your face with wild colors.

You suddenly feel your world spin and you fall again. You land in a second to see that you're on the other side of the gorge. You notice a pale cerulean feather gently floating down into your sight.

"And once again!" You look up and see a mare pegasus that matches the color of the feather. She sits on a cloud doing poses and whips her rainbow mane everywhere, "Rainbow Dash saves the day!" she starts making crowd sounds, "Aaaaaaa! Greatest in all of Equestria! Aaaaaaa! We love you, Dash! Aaaaaaa!"

You get up and thank her for saving your tail.

"That was nothing. I could save five- no ten- no TWENTY of your species in under three seconds."

You note that her showboating is kinda..... concerning.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. Take it in pal, cause there ain't nopony like me around here."

That ego is starting to become irritating for you.

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

............you look over the cliff. It doesn't look that far down to you anymore.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. Despite being your savior, it's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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She rises a hoof to her ear.

"Did I just hear the wind blowing or was it a masquito trying to drain my ego?"

The mare gives you a sly grin, like she found amusement from that failed attempt of a good comeback you made.

"Jealous much?" the mare cracks her neck, "So you wanna talk big, then let's talk big."

It occurs to you that you just entered into a mocking argument. You just need to keep a creative mind open with her comments and one up it to completely throw her off her game.




Rainbow Dash demands respect

"Let me tell you why I'm the best around here."

"Fair warning, I'll wipe the floor with you."

Oh, how intimidating.

I'd like to see you try.

So you got that job as janitor after all.

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She's taken by surprise from that comment and gives you a cocky look.

"So you think you're 'all that', huh?"

You huff on your nails and rub them on your chest to get on her nerves, but instead of aggravating her, it made her chuckle.

"Alright, sport." the mare cracks her neck, "You wanna talk big, then let's talk big."

It occurs to you that you just entered into a mocking argument. You just need to keep a creative mind open with her comments and one up it to completely throw her off her game.




Rainbow Dash demands respect

"Let me tell you why I'm the best around here."

"Fair warning, I'll wipe the floor with you."

Oh, how intimidating.

I'd like to see you try.

So you got that job as janitor after all.

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"Oh ho, a classic one! But you're going to need better material then that."

"I know a filly that can outmatch your dissing."

Desperate for a handicap, are we?

And I know of a pirate that can beat you at your game.

Oh yeah? Bring her out!

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"This'll be easier then I thought."

"I know a filly that can outmatch your dissing."

Desperate for a handicap, are we?

And I know of a pirate that can beat you at your game.

Oh yeah? Bring her out!

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"Pfft."

"I'm awesome because I have the skills to pay the bills."

What skills are those, dine and dashing?

You're that cheap!?

You don't go out much do ya?

Not a lot of skills it seems.

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She grins at your answer with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm awesome because I have the skills to pay the bills."

What skills are those, dine and dashing?

You're that cheap!?

You don't go out much do ya?

Not a lot of skills it seems.

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She just stares at you looking bored.

"You can't keep up with this. I'm the fastest pegasus in Equestria."

I can name a few who are faster.

Really? Because this little game of yours is slowing things down.

You mean, you're not the fastest thing alive?

Wow! I don't care!

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"Clever."

"You can't keep up with this. I'm the fastest pegasus in Equestria."

I can name a few who are faster.

Really? Because this little game of yours is slowing things down.

You mean, you're not the fastest thing alive?

Wow! I don't care!

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She yawns.

"It's obvious that you're jealous. Don't blame ya though, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't want to be me?"

Jealous? Me?!?

Wait! I know this one!

(Raises hand)

Come on, at least give me a difficult question.

I like to dream too, Dash.

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"Hey! Watch it!" she says, despite the fact that she's smiling.

"It's obvious that you're jealous. Don't blame ya though, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't want to be me?"

Jealous? Me?!?

Wait! I know this one!

(Raises hand)

Come on, at least give me a difficult question.

I like to dream too, Dash.

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"Really? That's your best?"

"Face it pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

Why should I care when I'm obviously hot stuff.

Thank God!

You'd like that, wouldn't ya!

You're right, I'll be better.

You say this to all your fans?

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She snickers.

"Face it pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

Why should I care when I'm obviously hot stuff.

Thank God!

You'd like that, wouldn't ya!

You're right, I'll be better.

You say this to all your fans?

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"You really need to work on your comebacks, pal."

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"Okay, hotshot. I think that's enough."

The pegasus stops this little 'dis off' with a small smile on her face. "That was pretty cool though. Hardly anypony tries to step up to me, so this was quite refreshing."

It hits you that she just wanted to have a little competition. This was meant as a way for her to have some fun.

"Some of those were pretty good and it was amusing to see you try and act cool." Dash rolls on the cloud and lays on her back posing to look cool. "So I've decided
that you're alright."

You look at the sun, you have about ten minutes left of the sunset.

"You know," the mare continues, "if you ever wanna hang out sometime, I suppose I could squeeze you in."

It sounds to you like she wants to be friends.

She extends a hoof to you.

Your tail is caught by the wind.

"Hows that sound for ya, champ?"

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She begins laughing.

"Alright. Alright. You got me."

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"Okay, hotshot. I think that's enough."

The pegasus stops this little 'dis off' with a small smile on her face. "That was pretty cool though. Hardly anypony tries to step up to me, so this was quite refreshing."

It hits you that she just wanted to have a little competition. This was meant as a way for her to have some fun.

"Some of those were pretty good and it was amusing to see you try and act cool." Dash rolls on the cloud and lays on her back posing to look cool. "So I've decided
that you're alright."

You look at the sun, you have about ten minutes left of the sunset.

"You know," the mare continues, "if you ever wanna hang out sometime, I suppose I could squeeze you in."

It sounds to you like she wants to be friends.

She extends a hoof to you.

Your tail is caught by the wind.

"Hows that sound for ya, champ?"

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You form a fist and pound her hoof to confirm with her offer.

*Snap*

You hear that strange sound again and looked to find the source, but you still find nothing.

"Woah!" The mare says in astonishment, "How'd your ears do that?"

You place your hands on your ears, but you're feeling nothing there. You begin to panic and start patting all over your head for your ears. You freeze feeling two thin flaps at the top of your head. You stroke them and rub your finger on them. The soft sounds you're making can easily be heard there, which should be unheard from where your ears were. It hits you at what you're touching, you now have horse ears at the top of your head.

"Do you creatures do this sort of thing?" the pegasus asks.

You tell her that you're not from this world and that you need to see Princess Celestia in order to get home.

Dash's eyes suddenly shot open, "Wait, home!?!" she looks at the sunset, "Ah shoot! They're going to kill me. Sorry, but I just remembered something I promised my folks I'd do before sundown. Gotta go!" She flies off with a rainbow trail leading behind her.

Your gaze returns to the castle, "Oh!" You look behind you and see that Dash has returned, "I wanted to say that you can trust Celestia. She may not seem like it at times, but shes always looking out for the best interest of everypony." You thank her for her concern.

"You got this, pal!" She encourages and you both head off your own directions.


Night has finally arrived as you approach the castle. It's much bigger then you thought it was from the distance. Finding the princess in this castle won't be a walk in the park.

You walk your way across the drawbridge.

"HALT!"

You stop at the command of two unicorns ahead of you with gold armor on. Their horns are glowing with floating spears in front of them pointed directly at you.

"Leave this instant!" one yells at you.

You tell them that you need to see Princess Celestia.

"I'm not going to allow a creature like you anywhere near the Princess."

You say that she's the only one that can help.

"Then you're going to have to get your help elsewhere."

You begged them that they just gotta le-

You suddenly jump back from a magical bullet nearly hitting your feet. "LEAVE!!!" they both demanded.

There's nothing you can do, these ponies will pummel you if you try to fight them. They have magic, weapons, numbers and that's from you can see from the outside. Who knows how many more ponies are on the inside that find your current appearance unsettling.

The only thing you can do is to leave, wait for the rest of your day to end and hope for the best.


You find a tree in a secluded area and wait there for the time being.

You lay your back to the tree and start to think how you arrived at this moment. Maybe there was something you did wrong? Maybe you did something right? You just can't find any conclusion to this turmoil you're in.

"Looks like we hit a brick wall."

You hear a voice coming close by.

"And it appears we won't CONTINUE."

You look down and see amber grayish mushroom, Mooshy, talking to you.

"Looks like you can't make up your mind, much like the human/pony you are. So, I'm going to end this game here."

You don't understand what its was talking about.

"I know what you're thinking 'Why don't I go back to a certain point' or 'Why don't I just go to the part that I want.' Well then answer me this, 'What chapter are you on?'"

You're not even certain that its talking to you anymore.

"That's right. All of these chapters are only dashes. There's around two hundred chapters so finding the chapter you want isn't possibly easy. No matter what, you won't be able to CONTINUE the story unless you try again from the START. Don't believe me? Look at the chapter list and you see only dashes."

It's almost as if its talking to someone else.

"So there you have it, you can't CONTINUE this story anymore. If you're sharp enough, you might just see what you've missed and then you could CONTINUE the story next time."

As for who its talking to, you...... just can't tell.

"I believe I've stayed my welcome. We can CONTINUE this conversation some other time, but for now, I'll be sending you back."

"Until then."

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She gives you an astonished look ".........alrighty then." Applejack tips her hat down over her face.

You look at the sky and see the sun approaching closer and closer to the hills. It was time to go. You wave Applejack goodbye and head towards the castle.

"Hey!" the mare call to you. "I don't want to see you around her again eating mah apples. ya hear?" she gives you a stern glare that holds a little bit of gloom in those eyes.

You've hurt that southern pride of hers, but you had to do that for your own concern.

You push the thought aside and return back to your journey for now.


You march up a deserted path on a hill as the sunset starts to begin. Every step you make brings you another step closer to the castle. Nothing can stop you.

You make to the top of the hill and you see why this road is deserted. Ahead of you is a gorge that has a rickety bridge, but you also see Canterlot Castle about a mile away. You look at the sun; you won't make it before dark if you take another path and the last thing you want to do is to try and walk in the dark. You have to take the bridge.

You look over the cliff, it looks like a long drop down. Holding in your breath, you take a step on the first plank.

You hear the board creak and you exhale; relieved that it didn't break. Looking at the rest of the planks ahead of you, you get the feeling that this is like a game of Russian roulette. You grab a tight hold of the rope that's used for a railing and hope that the 'barrel' is 'unloaded'.

Slowly, you walk on each plank as lightly as possible. The howling of the wind shakes your nerves and each creaking of the wood makes your heart skip a beat in anxiety.

You place your foot on a plank and lift the other foot for the next, but the plank you're currently on breaks.

You yell as you fall through the board, but hang there from your tight grip on the rope. You hear the sound of your echo through the gorge.

You pull yourself up and swing your leg onto the next board and put pressure on it to get the rest of your body up. The plank breaks and your body swings back down, making you lose your grip the the rope. You scream as you fall, it doesn't look like there's anything you could land on to soften the impact; not even a flower bed.

It seems like you're going to die in this world before you even get to finish living one day here.

You suddenly land on something soft that appears right from out of nowhere and are now flying at high speed through the air. You hear flapping sound but you can't see what they are, all you see is some kind of fur or maybe hair constantly hitting your face with wild colors.

You suddenly feel your world spin and you fall again. You land in a second to see that you're on the other side of the gorge. You notice a pale cerulean feather gently floating down into your sight.

"And once again!" You look up and see a mare pegasus that matches the color of the feather. She sits on a cloud doing poses and whips her rainbow mane everywhere, "Rainbow Dash saves the day!" she starts making crowd sounds, "Aaaaaaa! Greatest in all of Equestria! Aaaaaaa! We love you, Dash! Aaaaaaa!"

You get up and thank her for saving your tail.

"That was nothing. I could save five- no ten- no TWENTY of your species in under three seconds."

You note that her showboating is kinda..... concerning.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. Take it in pal, cause there ain't nopony like me around here."

That ego is starting to become irritating for you.

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

............you look over the cliff. It doesn't look that far down to you anymore.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. Despite being your savior, it's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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"OH!!! You found the place!" Mooshy says to you.

You look and see that you're in a dark room with a spotlight only on Mooshy.

"Tell me, was my hint too obvious?"

"Never the less, you must admit that it was creative."

"..........."

"Or did you find this by accident after reading every chapter?"

"I did say look at the chapters list and the word 'continue' in capital letters over half a dozen times."

"..........."

"What?"

"You're expecting something to happen?"

"Perhaps you were expecting me to turn into some kind of misshapen monstrosity that bends programming into an unfair advantage?"

"Sadly no, you won't get that here."

"It would've been fitting for my character honestly and its not because I represent a certain psychopathic flower."

"*sigh* That was given to a different character unfortunately."

"Though I perfectly understand why she should have it."

"I guess I should just be grateful for this small section to talk to you."

"................"

"But about what?"

"................"

"Well....... there are three endings."

"You're in one of them, obviously."

"And the other two are exactly where you would suspect them to be."

"Although one ending does have multiple endings as well, but they're roughly the same."

"My favorite one has got to be the other path though."

"That's where you'll find her."

"............."

"You don't really talk much, do you?"

"............."

"Maybe I should rap this up."

"Still, you found this place."

"So, I feel like you're obligated to a reward."

"But the question is, what?"

".............."

"I got something!"

"You remember when I was talking about her?"

"Well, she may be a bit too hard for you."

"Even I have a hard time."

"So I'll give you a hint about her."

"She's very easy to beat."

"For keyboard users."

"Well there you have it."

"Thank you for taking your time playing this little game of mine."

"I hope you enjoyed it and recommend it to others."

"Farewell."

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You smile at noticing the lie.

"Really?" Applejack said, though she seems unamused, "And how is that a lie?"

You keep your grin, but your suddenly dumbstruck at realizing that you don't know why.

"Well....."

You give a goofy smile and scratch the back of your head.

Applejack gives you a sour look, "Care to think again?"


"I told Applejack that I've been hanging with my friends all noon."

"We decided to have a picnic."

"But Applejack thinks that I may have left the farm."

"I never stepped a hoof off it."

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"What!" Applebloom cried, "How could you say that!"

You inform her that you saw her with her friends, but it looked like that they were leaving the orchard.

Applebloom looks like she's sweating.

"So you did leave." spoke her sister, "Why did ya lie to me?"

"Well.... um...."

"Yer planning up another lie, aren't ya."

"No, I'll come clean. We did leave the farm, but we didn't go very far. We just went by the river. We talked, ate, and that was it."

"I don't believe ya." spoke Applejack.

"But I really mea-"

"There's no reason why you be lying to yer sister about covering up something that simple."

"But it's true," the filly looks at you, "You believe me, right?"

She gives you eyes that just make it impossible to say 'no' to, but Applejack is giving you eyes that are life-threatening to say 'yes' to.

You hope that you can make the impossible happen.


"We did leave the farm,"

"But we didn't go very far."

"We just went by the river."

"We talked, ate, and that was it."

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"There! Ya see!" Applejack said with pride, "Go ahead, partner. Tell her why she's wrong."

"..."

"Well go on. Tell her."

"..."

".......you messed up, didn't ya."

"..."


"We did leave the farm,"

"But we didn't go very far."

"We just went by the river."

"We talked, ate, and that was it."

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"Again!" shrieked the filly, "Why do you side with her?"

You put your fists on your hips and tell her that you saw her heading towards the mountains. Appleboom gulped and looked at her sister.

The sister looks puzzled, "Mountain? Why where you hiding that you went up a mou-" her eyes widen "Ebott! You went up Mount Ebott!!!"

Applebloom squeezes her basket.

"I told ya it's dangerous that place is! Foals have been lost up there!"

The filly shivers and gave a sheepish grin, "Yep. You caught me. Guess I'll go and ground myself now." She grabs the handle of basket into her jaw and gallops past the two of you.

Applejack stomps her hoof on her sister's tail "I'm not through yet, Missy."

The basket flies from the filly's jaw and falls out of her reach.

"There must be more you're hiding from me."

"I'm... I'm not!"

"Yer can't hide anything from your sister, hun. Accepting punishment so easily implies that there's more to this matter.'"

The filly looks even more frighten then before.

"So tell me the rest."

"Th-the rest of what?"

Applejack shakes her head and looks at you, "What do you think? She's hiding something, but what do you think it is?"

You take a moment to think up a reason for her actions. What is she hiding?


She went someplace.

She has something.

She's hiding nothing.

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"That's ridiculous." spoke the orange mare, "Just look her, she's completely terrified that we're on her tail."

You look down to see that Applejack is actually the one on her tail.

She's right though, perhaps another reason.


She went someplace.

She has something.

She's hiding nothing.

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"I doubt that," said the older sister, "She's been gone for about an hour or so. She couldn't have been at the mountain and someplace else in that short amount of time."

Perhaps something else.


She went someplace.

She has something.

She's hiding nothing.

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You think that maybe she's hiding something, but if so, where could she hide it?

You wonder and notice Winona sniffing the picnic basket.

Applejack sees what you're getting at, "Go check."

"NO!" Applebloom yells, and quickly slams her hooves to her mouth.

You walk over to the basket while Applejack keeps her sister pinned. You crouch down and notice a small hook that locks the flaps. You slowly lift the lid, expecting anything, and suddenly a white furball jumps out and pushes you down. You try to get up, but the relentless assault of this creature's tongue keeps you pinned.

"A dog?" spoke Applejack.

The dog stops licking you and runs over to Applejack to sniff her. You wipe the slobber off your face to see that a white furry samoyed to be the culprit that attacked you.

"I found him hanging around the mountain." Applebloom told her sister. The dog looks at her and starts to lick her to the filly's amusement "He's so cute and fluffy so I had to take him home." She looks up at her sister. "Can we keep him?"

Applejack has an uncomfortable look on her face, "But we already have a dog."

"And now we have two dogs."

"But can't one of your friends take him?"

"Scootaloo can't really have any pets at her place and Sweetie Belle...... well.... Opalescence lives there."

Applejack looks very worried, you can only assume it's because this would mean another mouth to feed. "I'm sorry sugarcube, but we can't take any ol' critter home just so we can keep them. You're going ta have to return him."

"But..."

"No buts," the older sister said gentle yet firmly.

Applebloom's eyes start to get teary from the decline of this feisty Fido. The filly sadly places the furry dog back into the basket and takes him back to where she found him.

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You and Applejack watch the filly dragging her hooves as she leaves from your sight.

"I hate to do that, but we can't handle another pet in the family." said the orange mare.

She looks at you, "You and I make quite a team. What do ya say if we work together from now on?"

You're caught off guard by her suggestion.

"You can come by to work on the farm and I can toss a few apples your way. If ya like, we could just shoot the breeze instead."

"What do ya say, partner?"

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Applejack's eyes become enlarge from calling her out "........what."

You remind Applejack at how she got Winona; how she found and brought her home to keep.

Applebloom started to smile, "You did!" she gave her sister a sly grin at this sudden turnabout.

"Now hold on! I can explai-" she stopped when she felt the dog jump on her. She looks at the pup as it gives her his big pleadful eyes. ".......................arg." the orange mare gives up and marches off to prepare for another member to the family. You hear something being spoken under her breath that sounded like 'annoying dog'.

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Applebloom is overjoyed, spinning around with her new dog.

The filly approaches you, "Thanks partner, you really save my skin there. Toby thanks you too." She lifts up her dog to you, but you think that you have more then enough thanks given from him as it is.

"Hey, let's be friends!" she suggests "You can come over and play with us and can one up my sister from time to time. It'll be great!!!"

"Wanna be pals?"

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You accept her offer and she smiles.

*Snap*

You hear a strange sound and look around to find where it came from.

"What's wrong?"

You turn around, but you still can't find what made that sound.

"When did ya get that?"

Applejack points at your rear-end and you look down to see a long bushy tail of pony's attached at the lower part of you spine.

You realize you just agree to Applejack about being friends with her. Your blood suddenly turns cold at the permanent fate you have with this world and start panicking because of it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she tries calming you down by stroking you with soothing voice.

You settle your nerves by taking deep breaths.

You tell her about being stuck in this world from accepting her friendship and how it's going to turn yourself into a pony.

"Really? I didn't mean to put you in the spot like that."

You tell her that it's not her fault but you wished that you could still get back home.

".........................Got it! Why don't you go see Princess Celestia," the mare pats you with a confident look on her face, "She'll help ya get back home."

This seems like the only choice you've got now. You must see her if you want to get back home in one piece.

"She lives up in Canterlot Castle, the city there on the side of the mountain." She points the a castle in the distance.

"Get moving," she gently pushes you, "you can make it by sundown if ya get going."

You look at the sky and see the sun approaching closer and closer to the hills. It was time to go. You wave Applejack goodbye and head towards the castle.

"Best of luck!" she says waving her hat in the air.


You march up a deserted path on a hill as the sunset starts to begin. Every step you make brings you another step closer to the castle. Nothing can stop you.

"I told you that we'd meet again, human."

That voice, you recognize it.

"Down over here."

Looking down, you see Mooshy staring at you with those red iris eyes.

"Oh, look at that. You've gone and grown a tail since we last met."

"It would appear that you accidentally gained a friend around here, such a shame for you."

You tell the fungus that you still plan on getting back with the help of Celestia.

"I would't bother trying if I were you. Celestia is a princess, royalty, upper-class. She wouldn't have time to help. Besides, if she could help, then she would've helped all of those other humans that are now ponies."

Doubt about this journey starts to invade your mind.

"But maybe there's still a chance of returning. You're not a complete pony yet, so perhaps you can get lucky and still return home when your time is up. Just make sure you don't make anymore friends for the remainder of your time here."

That's another possible solution, but are you willing to go on an assumption?

"Until next time, human." Mooshy disappears into the dirt after his goodbye.

You make to the top of the hill and you see why this road is deserted. Ahead of you is a gorge that has a rickety bridge, but you also see Canterlot Castle about a mile away. You look at the sun; you won't make it before dark if you take another path and the last thing you want to do is to try and walk in the dark. You have to take the bridge.

You look over the cliff, it looks like a long drop down. Holding in your breath, you take a step on the first plank.

You hear the board creak and you exhale; relieved that it didn't break. Looking at the rest of the planks ahead of you, you get the feeling that this is like a game of Russian roulette. You grab a tight hold of the rope that's used for a railing and hope that the 'barrel' is 'unloaded'.

Slowly, you walk on each plank as lightly as possible. The howling of the wind shakes your nerves and each creaking of the wood makes your heart skip a beat in anxiety.

You place your foot on a plank and lift the other foot for the next, but the plank you're currently on breaks.

You yell as you fall through the board, but hang there from your tight grip on the rope. You hear the sound of your echo through the gorge.

You pull yourself up and swing your leg onto the next board and put pressure on it to get the rest of your body up. The plank breaks and your body swings back down, making you lose your grip the the rope. You scream as you fall, it doesn't look like there's anything you could land on to soften the impact; not even a flower bed.

It seems like you're going to die in this world before you even get to finish living one day here.

You suddenly land on something soft that appears right from out of nowhere and are now flying at high speed through the air. You hear flapping sound but you can't see what they are, all you see is some kind of fur or maybe hair constantly hitting your face with wild colors.

You suddenly feel your world spin and you fall again. You land in a second to see that you're on the other side of the gorge. You notice a pale cerulean feather gently floating down into your sight.

"And once again!" You look up and see a mare pegasus that matches the color of the feather. She sits on a cloud doing poses and whips her rainbow mane everywhere, "Rainbow Dash saves the day!" she starts making crowd sounds, "Aaaaaaa! Greatest in all of Equestria! Aaaaaaa! We love you, Dash! Aaaaaaa!"

You get up and thank her for saving your tail.

"That was nothing. I could save five- no ten- no TWENTY of your species in under three seconds."

You note that her showboating is kinda..... concerning.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. Take it in pal, cause there ain't nopony like me around here."

That ego is starting to become irritating for you.

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

............you look over the cliff. It doesn't look that far down to you anymore.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. Despite being your savior, it's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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She gives you an astonished look, "Oh, alright."

She snuggles the furball that's her new dog.

"I guess it's for the best. Applejack did say not to get too kindly with strangers. I just....."

"...thought you seemed pretty nice."

Well you helped Applejack solve her problem with Applebloom, even if it made it worse for the orange mare, and now you're free from your punishment. You wave Applebloom goodbye and head out of the orchard.

"Yeah, see ya around." she says with a hint of sorrow in her voice.


The sun starts falling as you head down a deserted path. About eleven more hours left in this world and you're doing a decent job at avoiding these ponies. However, you're starting to get a strange feeling that you're being watched by one right now.

You turn and don't see any of them, but you just know you're being watched by something. Nothing to the left, nadda to the right, and you consider on the bizarre thought and look up. For a brief moment, you saw something red, orange, and yellow sinking into a floating cloud.

You return to your pacing and after counting to seven, you turn to the cloud again to see the colors entering the cloud once more.

Yelling out at the cloud, you demanded that whatever was inside to come out.

The colors slowly come out and you see that it was the mane of a mare. She flies from the clouds with her pale cerulean wings and lands in front of you for you to see that she also has green, blue, and purple in her mane as well.

"H-hey," she looks at you with her dark rosy eyes, "I heard that something came by town today, so I wanted to see what this thing was." Her eyes scan you up and down, "You seem alright, my name is Rainbow Dash by the way."

You say that it was nice and continue to stroll down the road.

You claim that she was strange and before you know it, she starts flying beside you, "So you're more of the loner type, huh? That's cool. You know, I'm pretty cool too. In fact, you won't find anypony like me around here."

You wonder why she's still following you.

"Yup, everypony knows me. I even have my own fan club."

She keeps posing in a proud attitude within your gaze, almost like she's trying to gain something from you.

"All of them look up to me, want to be like me, and want to be with me."

That last line struck you as something suspicious. Is she........ trying to................... hit on you?

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when you're as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible."

You a human and her a pony?!?! Together?!?!?!?! The very idea creeps you out.

Not to mention that she's doing a very poor job at it. She keeps on talking about herself and hasn't asked anything about you. Your interests, your hobbies, your name.

You see a split in the road and look over at the mare. You slow down to leave her sight and head down the opposite path she takes. She keeps talking, not even noticing that you're not behind her.

You keep walking and her voice fades away. You look back and don't see her. Smiling, you turn around and see her flying in the air, looking at you with a smile.

You fall back in surprise, "Sorry. You're so quite that I didn't even know that you left down another path. So anyways..."

It appears that she just can't take a hint.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. It's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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She stares at you and then tries to hold back make a snort from laughing.

"Were you trying to act tough?"

The mare gives you a sly grin, like she found amusement from that failed attempt of a good comeback you made.

"Alright, sport. If you wanna talk big, then let's talk big."

It occurs to you that you just entered into a mocking argument. You just need to keep a creative mind open with her comments and one up it to completely throw her off her game.




Rainbow Dash demands respect

"Let me tell you why I'm the best around here."

"Fair warning, I'll wipe the floor with you."

Oh, how intimidating.

I'd like to see you try.

So you got that job as janitor after all.

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She's taken by surprise from that comment and looks at you confused.

"So.... you like to play 'that' way, huh?"

Dash gives you a sly smile, and you pull back.

"Alright, sport." the mare cracks her neck, "You wanna talk big, then let's talk big."

It occurs to you that you just entered into a mocking argument. You just need to keep a creative mind open with her comments and one up it to completely throw her off her game.




Rainbow Dash demands respect

"Let me tell you why I'm the best around here."

"Fair warning, I'll wipe the floor with you."

Oh, how intimidating.

I'd like to see you try.

So you got that job as janitor after all.

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"Oh ho, a classic one! But you're going to need better material then that."

"I know a filly that can outmatch your dissing."

Desperate for a handicap, are we?

And I know of a pirate that can beat you at your game.

Oh yeah? Bring her out!

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"This'll be easier then I thought."

"I know a filly that can outmatch your dissing."

Desperate for a handicap, are we?

And I know of a pirate that can beat you at your game.

Oh yeah? Bring her out!

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"Pfft."

"I'm awesome because I have the skills to pay the bills."

What skills are those, dine and dashing?

You're that cheap!?

You don't go out much do ya?

Not a lot of skills it seems.

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She grins at your answer with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm awesome because I have the skills to pay the bills."

What skills are those, dine and dashing?

You're that cheap!?

You don't go out much do ya?

Not a lot of skills it seems.

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She just stares at you looking bored.

"You can't keep up with this. I'm the fastest pegasus in Equestria."

I can name a few who are faster.

Really? Because this little game of yours is slowing things down.

You mean, you're not the fastest thing alive?

Wow! I don't care!

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"Clever."

"You can't keep up with this. I'm the fastest pegasus in Equestria."

I can name a few who are faster.

Really? Because this little game of yours is slowing things down.

You mean, you're not the fastest thing alive?

Wow! I don't care!

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She yawns.

"It's obvious that you're jealous. Don't blame ya though, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't want to be me?"

Jealous? Me?!?

Wait! I know this one!

(Raises hand)

Come on, at least give me a difficult question.

I like to dream too, Dash.

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"Hey! Watch it!" she says, despite the fact that she's smiling.

"It's obvious that you're jealous. Don't blame ya though, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't want to be me?"

Jealous? Me?!?

Wait! I know this one!

(Raises hand)

Come on, at least give me a difficult question.

I like to dream too, Dash.

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"Really? That's your best?"

"Face it pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

Why should I care when I'm obviously hot stuff.

Thank God!

You'd like that, wouldn't ya!

You're right, I'll be better.

You say this to all your fans?

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She snickers.

"Face it pal, you'll never be as cool as me."

Why should I care when I'm obviously hot stuff.

Thank God!

You'd like that, wouldn't ya!

You're right, I'll be better.

You say this to all your fans?

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"You really need to work on your comebacks, pal."

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"Okay, hotshot. I think that's enough."

The pegasus stops this little 'dis off' with a small smile on her face. "That was pretty cool though. Hardly anypony tries to step up to me, so this was quite refreshing."

It hits you that she just saw this as a little competition. This was meant as a way for her to have some fun with you.

"Some of those were pretty good and it was amusing to see you try and act cool."

"You know," the mare continues, "if you ever wanna hang out sometime, I suppose I could squeeze you in."

It sounds to you like she wants to be friends.

She extends a hoof to you.

"Hows that sound for ya, champ?"

ACCEPT

DECLINE

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She begins laughing.

"Alright. Alright. You got me."

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"Okay, hotshot. I think that's enough."

The pegasus stops this little 'dis off' with a small smile on her face. "That was pretty cool though. Hardly anypony tries to step up to me, so this was quite refreshing."

It hits you that she just saw this as a little competition. This was meant as a way for her to have some fun with you.

"Some of those were pretty good and it was amusing to see you try and act cool."

"You know," the mare continues, "if you ever wanna hang out sometime, I suppose I could squeeze you in."

It sounds to you like she wants to be friends.

She extends a hoof to you.

"Hows that sound for ya, champ?"

ACCEPT

DECLINE

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You form a fist and pound her hoof to confirm with her offer.

*Snap*

You hear a strange sound and look around to find where it came from.

"What's wrong?"

You turn around, but you still can't find what made that sound.

"When did you get that?"

Rainbow Dash points at your rear-end and you look down to see a long bushy tail of pony's attached at the lower part of you spine.

You realize you just agree to Dash about being friends with her. Your blood suddenly turns cold at the permanent fate you have with this world and start panicking because of it.

"Hey, hey, what wrong?" she tries calming you down by stroking you with soothing voice.

You settle your nerves by taking deep breaths.

You tell her about being stuck in this world from accepting her friendship and how it's going to turn yourself into a pony.

"For real?!?!? Sorry sorry sorry."

You tell her that it's not her fault but you wished that you could still get back home.

"Well, perhaps you could, um............ah! See Princess Celestia," the mare pats you with a confident look on her face, "She'll help. You can count on it."

This seems like the only choice you've got now. You must see her if you want to get back home in one piece.

"She lives in Canterlot Castle, the city up on the side of the mountain." She points the a castle in the distance.

"Get moving," she gently pushes you, "It's right up there. I'm sorry that I can't go though. I promised my folks something I'd do before sundown."

"You got this, pal!" She encourages and you both head off your own directions.


Night has finally arrived as you approach the castle. It's much bigger then you thought it was from the distance. Finding the princess in this castle won't be a walk in the park.

You walk your way across the drawbridge.

"HALT!"

You stop at the command of two unicorns ahead of you with gold armor on. Their horns are glowing with floating spears in front of them pointed directly at you.

"Leave this instant!" one yells at you.

You tell them that you need to see Princess Celestia.

"I'm not going to allow a creature like you anywhere near the Princess."

You say that she's the only one that can help.

"Then you're going to have to get your help elsewhere."

You begged them that they just gotta le-

You suddenly jump back from a magical bullet nearly hitting your feet. "LEAVE!!!" they both demanded.

There's nothing you can do, these ponies will pummel you if you try to fight them. They have magic, weapons, numbers and that's from you can see from the outside. Who knows how many more ponies are on the inside that find your current appearance unsettling.

The only thing you can do is to leave, wait for the rest of your day to end and hope for the best.


You find a tree in a secluded area and wait there for the time being.

You lay your back to the tree and start to think how you arrived at this moment. Maybe there was something you did wrong? Maybe you did something right? You just can't find any conclusion to this turmoil you're in.

"Looks like we hit a brick wall."

You hear a voice coming close by.

"And it appears we won't CONTINUE."

You look down and see amber grayish mushroom, Mooshy, talking to you.

"Looks like you can't make up your mind, much like the human/pony you are. So, I'm going to end this game here."

You don't understand what its was talking about.

"I know what you're thinking 'Why don't I go back to a certain point' or 'Why don't I just go to the part that I want.' Well then answer me this, 'What chapter are you on?'"

You're not even certain that its talking to you anymore.

"That's right. All of these chapters are only dashes. There's around two hundred chapters so finding the chapter you want isn't possibly easy. No matter what, you won't be able to CONTINUE the story unless you try again from the START. Don't believe me? Look at the chapter list and you see only dashes."

It's almost as if its talking to someone else.

"So there you have it, you can't CONTINUE this story anymore. If you're sharp enough, you might just see what you've missed and then you could CONTINUE the story next time."

As for who its talking to, you...... just can't tell.

"I believe I've stayed my welcome. We can CONTINUE this conversation some other time, but for now, I'll be sending you back."

"Until then."

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She gives you an astonished look ".........alrighty then." Applejack tips her hat down over her face.

Well you helped Applejack solve her problem with Applebloom, and now you're free from your punishment. You wave Applejack goodbye and head out of the orchard.

"Hey!" the mare call to you. "I don't want to see you around her again eating mah apples. ya hear?" she gives you a stern glare that holds a little bit of gloom in those eyes.

You've hurt that southern pride of hers, but you had to do that for your own concern.

You push the thought aside and return back to your journey for now.


The sun starts falling as you head down a deserted path. About eleven more hours left in this world and you're doing a decent job at avoiding these ponies. However, you're starting to get a strange feeling that you're being watched by one right now.

You turn and don't see any of them, but you just know you're being watched by something. Nothing to the left, nadda to the right, and you considered on the bizarre thought and look up. For a brief moment, you say something red, orange, and yellow sinking into a floating cloud.

You return to your pacing and after counting to seven, you turn to the cloud again to see the colors entering the cloud again.

Yelling out at the cloud, you demanded that whatever was inside to come out.

The colors slowly come out and you see that it was the mane of a mare. She flies from the clouds with her pale cerulean wings and lands in front of you for you to see that she also has green, blue, and purple in her mane as well.

"H-hey," she looks at you with her dark rosy eyes, "I heard that something came by town today, so I wanted to see what this thing was." Her eyes scan you up and down, "You seem alright, my name is Rainbow Dash by the way."

You say that it was nice and continue to stroll down the road.

You claim that she was strange and before you know it, she starts flying beside you, "So you're more of the loner type, huh? That's cool. You know, I'm pretty cool too. In fact, you won't find anypony like me around here."

You wonder why she's still following you.

"Yup, everypony knows me. I even have my own fan club."

She keeps posing in a proud attitude within your gaze, almost like she's trying to gain something from you.

"All of them look up to me, want to be like me, and want to be with me."

That last line struck you as something suspicious. Is she........ trying to................... hit on you?

"I'll tell ya, it's not easy to keep up with everypony's expectation about you, but when your as awesome as me, then nothing is impossible for this incredibly cool pony."

You a human and her a pony?!?! Together?!?!?!?! The very idea creeps you out.

Not to mention that she's doing a very poor job at it. She keeps on talking about herself and hasn't asked anything about you. Your interests, your hobbies, your name.

You see a path in the road and look over at the mare. You slow down to leave her sight and head down the opposite path she takes. She keeps talking, not even noticing that you're not behind her.

You keep walking and her voice fades away. You look back and don't see her. Smiling, you turn around and see her flying in the air. looking at you with a smile.

You fall back in surprise, "Sorry. You're so quite that I didn't even know that you left down another path. So anyways..."

It appears that she just can't take a hint.

She then starts to proclaim that she brakes records everyday, which is ironic because she got on your nerves at around a minute; a feat that didn't seem possible to you. It's downright frustrating to hear her proclaim that she's equivalent to a god's standards and you start getting an incredible urge to knock her down a few pegs.

Maybe you could give her a taste of her own medicine by making your own gloats. But what should you say?


Yeah, you're certainly something. Too bad I can't tell what.

You truly are great. Too bad I'm the talk of the town now.

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They both stare at you, boggled at what they just heard.

Discord blinks rapidly, "You mean, you want to stay here....."

".....as a pony?" Celestia finishes his sentence and you nod. She smiles while shaking her head, "And here I thought I had your kind figured. Humans are really mysterious creatures."

"Well if you really want that, then I don't see why you can't." Discord's smile began growing, "You're going to love it here, course it'll take some getting used to, but you can live at my place in the mean time."

You start to get a dreaded feeling from that offer.

"We'll be roomies, and I'll show you the ropes. What to shop for, where to have tea parties, which ponies to pick on. We'll be inseparable, I'll go around and proclaim how amazing I am while you tag along and call me 'bro'. Here, you'll be needing these." Discord tosses you a pair of earplugs.

You can only assume that he snores in his sleep.

"I've been known to use blow-horns in my sleep."

..........you pray that he doesn't also sleepwalk over landmines.

"Well anyways," Celestia says to you, "As princess, please allow me the honor to officially acknowledge your stay."

She stands up to properly greet you.

"Welcome to Equestria."

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*Snap*

You look at yourself, relieved to see that you're your old self again. Something was different though, you do have the locket on, but your clothes have changed. They're simple, but it's the image of Discord in a heart imprinted on your shirt that sends you off bewildered.

"I wanted you to be fitted appropriately for this joyous occasion." Discord's smile began growing, "You're going to love it here, course it'll take some getting used to, but you can live at my place in the mean time."

You start to get a dreaded feeling from that offer.

"We'll be roomies, and I'll show you the ropes. What to shop for, where to have tea parties, which ponies to pick on. We'll be inseparable, I'll go around and proclaim how amazing I am while you tag along and call me 'bro'. Here, you'll be needing these." Discord tosses you a pair of earplugs.

You can only assume that he snores in his sleep.

"I've been known to use blow-horns in my sleep."

..........you pray that he doesn't also sleepwalk over landmines.

"Well anyways," Celestia says to you, "As princess, please allow me the honor to officially acknowledge your stay."

She stands up to properly greet you.

"Welcome to Equestria."

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"Very well," spoke Discord. "In the short time that I've known you, I've come to consider you quite interesting."

"True, you didn't do as what I suspected you'd do, but you've shown that you can't always judge a book by one reading. You'll have to read it from many different perspectives to understand the true nature of the book itself; just as how I found you to being disobedient to being a decent friend."

"But anyways, thank you for this wonderful time we had together. I hope you won't ever forget us anytime soon. After all....." Discord raises his hand.

"You never know when I'll come back with another game."

*Snap*