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    Quote Originally Posted by BallsofThunder View Post
    Thats what I heard(err saw).
    Whaaaaat??

    Not what I posted...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Ellasril View Post
    I hate to be torn between Vol'jin and Sylvanas. They're the only non-douche horde leaders left in Cata.

    Was there a story written for Kael'thas and Malfurion yet? If so, what page??

    Great work btw Emaluri; I love the stories!
    Thank you!

    The recaps of the completed battles are linked at the bottom of the original post. Enjoy!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Ellasril View Post
    Whaaaaat??

    Not what I posted...
    That was the joke, I dont like Sylvannas so I changed your post because I'm not the nicest guy.

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    Winner - Grom Hellscream

    Prepotency - 60.00% Of The Vote

    Pertinence - Advancement To Round Two






    Discovery in the Night

    The blood-tinged skies of Blade's Edge Mountains hardly change during the day. As the sun of Draenor rises, the sky burns angrily. As day turns to night, the anger abates until morning, giving way to violet horizons and the deep black of night.

    Twilight descends on the Circle of Blood, and the crowds disperse to the camps surrounding the arena. The air is full of chatter about the fight. Mankrik did better than anyone could've expected. He had the mighty general on the defensive! Saurfang toyed with the blademaster as a child toys with an insect. He put so much effort into not crushing Mankrik that he would've ended the match sooner in his sleep. Where were the cleaves?!

    In the arena, a figure cloaked in black robes wanders the coliseum floor. Kneeling down, it reaches out with a plated hand, gathering some of the sand and letting it sift through its fingers. Standing up, it looks into the darkening sky, The black hood falls back to reveal the pale face of a man, concern arching is brow. He sweeps forward and enters the bowels of the arena.

    Below, the man slips through the dark interior. He slowly makes his way towards the combatant's quarters, searching them one by one until he finds one occupied. A cold blue light filters from the space around the door, and a light mist emits from the slightly cracked door. The cloaked man steps close to it, peering through the thin openings in the door.

    In the center of the room floats a large sword, its outline a silhouette of freezing air. He hears several voices, but there appears to be no one inside. Each voice grows in volume, until they were whispering straight into his mind. “...hungers...power eternal...scar the spirit...” The blade's form begins to shift into that of a man, ethereal in nature, right in front of him. As it solidifies, the features become more pronounced. Long, gray hair falls just below the man's shoulders, and his body engraves itself into blackened doomplate.

    The cloaked man left the arena quickly, heading towards the spectator camps. In his mind, the transformation plays over and over. The blade had occupied the room where his opponent was to be housed. He might need to 'adjust' the odds.

    Sliding around the first camp, one filled with orcs and tauren, the man hears only one among them speaking – an ancient tauren with a voice deep with wisdom. “Tomorrow, I will make an announcement to the crowds. A small group of adventurers entered the tower of Karazhan to deal with an evil power there. As they fought through, they found something of great importance.” The ancient warrior took several steps towards a nearby kodo, withdrawing a large, wrapped item from its packs.

    Moving back to the group, the massive tauren rests the package in view of the whole group. Kneeling down, he slides the cloth wrapping back with great care, inciting gasps from the orcs in the camp. One of them speaks up, “Cairne, that is Gorehowl! Axe of Grom Hellscream!” The venerable tauren chuckles and nods, “That it is. I had a young warrior bring it to me the day before we left for this tournament. I planned to unveil it and return it to Thrall while we were here, but it seems that he has not attended.” Cairne settles into the dirt alongside his brethren. “Regardless, I shall announce it tomorrow.”

    The orc who had spoken before gazed at the axe. “I can only imagine how many enemies of the mighty Hellscream this axe slaughtered, or how much of himself Grom poured into it. This is truly an amazing find...”

    With a smile, the cloaked man walked away from the camp. If it was Gorehowl, then Grom's spirit may yet rest inside. That would prove very useful to him in his fight. Arriving at his own tent, he begins chanting an ancient ritual, his mind focused solely on the morning.


    The Return of Hellscream

    As day dawns over the camps, word has spread that Cairne had an important announcement to make in the arena around midday..The few with any knowledge were stubbornly keeping it to themselves, and the collective excitement and curiosity electrified the air.

    Slipping into the camp, the cloaked man was searching for the axe. Gorehowl had been moved in the night, and it was not among the packages with the kodo. While the camp's inhabitants were away eating, the man searches each tent. Within the largest, he finds his prize – Gorehowl rested within its wrapping at the foot of a large bed.

    Taking the axe, the man laid it out in the middle of the hut, continuing the ritual he had prepared the night before. The sounds of the ancient Orcish language filled the tent, and as the man chanted, Gorehowl begins to rise into the air. The wind whips through the hut, swirling around the mighty Hellscream's axe, before condensing into an orc's form. Taking a firm grasp on the axe, the deep emerald skin of an orc floods out from Gorehowl's haft. Black hair sprouts from his head, tying itself into a warrior's topknot as his chin blackens. Finally, the sashimono unique to Grom Hellscream coalesces on the blademaster's back, completing the spirit's summoning.

    The cloaked man lifts a truncheon towards the spirit of Hellscream, commanding it with a deep tone full of dark power. “You serve ME, ghost of Hellscream! You serve the mighty Gorefiend! You will fight with me, and you will die with me!” The spirit of the orc looks at Teron for a moment, as if contemplating him, before spitting at his feet and walking out of the tent. Furious, Teron gives chase, trying to force his will onto the spirit, but the mighty Hellscream will have none of it.

    Crowds begin to pass by the camp, heading up to the arena. When some of the spectators stop and start pointing at the spirit, Hellscream lets loose a primal roar, charging into the crowd. Gorehowl cleaves through them with remarkable ease, and as the first corpses fall to the ground, the rest of the crowd screams and scrambles to escape. Teron leaves with them, unable to bend the mighty spirit to his will, and unwilling to fight it.

    Cairne looks up as he hears the screaming, rushing forward and drawing his runespear. Rounding the corner, he witnesses Hellscream's spirit cleaving an orc into two. “What foul magics have done this...?” At the sound of a voice, Hellscream turns around and raises his axe. With a mighty swing of his spear, Cairne strikes the ground, creating a shockwave that shatters the ground as it plows towards the blademaster. “To the arena!” the tauren shouts, leading the spectators that had stayed behind towards the Circle of Blood.

    Reaching the gates, Cairne ushers the last few stragglers into the stands and drops the gates, protecting them from the spirit. Turning back towards the camps, he sees Grom rushing up the hill towards him. Letting loose another earth-shattering shockwave, Cairne rushes back onto the arena floor, baiting the spirit to follow him. Reaching the metal grate over the combatant lifts, the old tauren turns to face the spirit just as it runs into the arena.

    “Drop the gates! Trap him inside!” Cairne shouts, and the entrance gates clatter shut and lock with grating steel. Grom looks at them briefly, before turning silently on the chieftain. While the orc raises his axe, Cairne levels his runespear. The two warriors lock eyes, and the battle begins.


    Cairne Bloodhoof, High Chieftain of the Bloodhoof Tribe vs. Blademaster Grom Hellscream, Redeemer of the Orcs

    Staring at the blademaster's spirit, Cairne circles his way slowly off the grate. Matching his movements, Grom carefully held Gorehowl at the ready. Stepping onto the solid ground, Cairne brings his runespear onto the ground again, roaring with the ferocity of an angered tauren. The ground ruptures forward from the point of impact, spiking earth upwards and out and leaving rubble in the wake of the shockwave. Grom rolls sideways and charges down the line of broken ground, Gorehowl held over the spikes.

    The tauren's runespear rises and catches Gorehowl, forcing it upwards and back, wrenching it from the spirit's grasp. Even as the axe is thrown clear, lodging deeply in the wooden platforms above, Grom's spirit leaps off of the broken ground and knees Cairne in the throat. The stout tauren shrugs off the blow with a deep roar, reaching up as he falls back from the strike. He grabs the blademaster's other leg and holds tight. Throwing with the strength of two tauren, Cairne flings Grom into a nearby pillar and grips his runespear again.

    Grom flips through the air and gets control of himself just in time to land on the pillar with his feet. He leaps off of it, taking firm grasp of Gorehowl and using his momentum to tear it free. He lands on the shattered ground, bouncing nimbly between the jagged spikes of earth to reach flat ground. As he lands, the blunt end of Cairne's runespear catches him in the stomach and throws the spirit backwards. Grom rolls as he lands several yards away.

    The spirit of the mighty Hellscream raises Gorehowl, holding it out to the side. His image shimmers faintly before it charges at the chieftain. Just before striking, Grom leaps into the air and brings Gorehowl down towards the tauren's head. Cairne easily brings his runespear up and gores the blademaster straight through the chest. The blademaster immediately bursts into a small cloud of violet smoke and light electrical discharges. Cairne began to sigh with relief, but a sudden gust of wind from the wrong direction made him spin around and raise his spear. Gorehowl slams heavily into the shaft of the spear, digging into the stout wood and throwing Cairne backwards and off-balance.

    Grom wrenches the axe free and comes in for a finishing strike, but Cairne takes several steps back and re-balances himself against his runespear. Undeterred, the blademaster's spirit rushes forward to strike again. With a mighty roar, Cairne slams the spear into the ground and massive vibrations rumble through it, tripping the blademaster so committed to the charge. Grom tucked in and somersaulted back into balance, but as he recovers, the chieftain has already distanced himself and brought his spear down for another shockwave. The orc leaps backwards over the first shockwave's devastation just in time to avoid the brunt of the attack.

    Cairne turns around as soon as he releases the shockwave, running back and up the ramp to the wooden platforms. As the shockwave slams into the rubble from the first, the jagged rocks explode outwards and catch the blademaster in the chest. It throws him back into a nearby wall, burying him in the rubble. From his vantage point, the tauren chieftain watches the pile of rubble carefully, not to be fooled by the presumed demise again.

    The dust begins to settle, and hesitantly Cairne begins to scan the rest of the arena. He spots the previous day's combatants in the stands, Varok and Mankrik having just arrived. The sound of rubble shifting brings him back into the arena, but by the time he can look back at the pile where Grom had been buried, it was already shifted and the blademaster had gone.

    The chieftain runs towards the center of the bridge. The wind is a soft breeze against his fur, but he refuses to let his guard down. This proves a good thing, as the wind buffets him furiously. Not even waiting to see where it was coming from, Cairne brings his runespear down on the wooden bridge viciously, shattering it from that point and sending shockwaves towards either end, while using the force to push him onto the stone pillar next to him. Only just large enough to hold him, the chieftain finally feels a sense of peace as the bridge crumbles to the broken ground below.

    As Cairne lowers his spear, the wind buffets him again, shaking his precarious balance. The spirit of Grom shouts furiously, the wind dissipating from around him as he runs straight up the side of the pillar. Reaching the top, he leaps upwards and kicks straight into Cairne's face. The old tauren yells in pain as he falls back, his balance not yet recovered. Grom uses the kick to throw himself into the air, and as the tauren lands flat on his back, gravity yanks the blademaster down. With the combined momentum of his leap and the pull of gravity, the spirit brings Gorehowl down and buries it deeply into the chieftain's chest.

    The venerable tauren roars in pain, trying futilely to sit up. Hellscream stands up and tears Gorehowl free, turning in time to see Saurfang and Mankrik leap over the barrier separating the crowd from the arena. Behind him, Cairne struggles to survive, but the wound proves too much for him. The life leaves the mighty tauren warrior even as Gorehowl, still dripping with blood, is bared towards the blademaster's new enemies.


    - Written by Emaluri

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    Grom vs Saurfang. This will be interesting.
    Originally Posted by Ghostcrawler (Blue Tracker)
    Right. If you are trying to AE tank and a bad dps is attacking the wrong target and dies, we call that justice.

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    Awesome story. And Grom would so kick Saurfang's ass back to Durotar. For the Old Horde!
    And I know Saurfang also fought for the Old Horde, but Grom is bettah.
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    Umm. Each match is final and to the death. Two combatants enter. One combatant leaves. That is law. That is final. Not to be nitpicky, but that kinda goes against what you said, and said emphatically, in your initial post. We want blood, none of this pussy honor orc crap. I thought this was a pretty great idea but don't EVER, EVER toss out words like "to the death" and not follow through, it makes you look weak. This was in reference to Mankrik and Saurfang's match where neither died. Obey the Law man, please, that's all I ask.

    ---------- Post added 2010-08-01 at 12:47 AM ----------

    ...Seriously? Again, I like the idea of this "tournament", but this story had little if anything to do with these two combatants being brought together. And given how close the voting was, Jaina didn't do diddly squat to Tyrande with her not-inconsiderable magic. Highly disappointed with this writing. There are plenty of ways to write in reasoning for the two of them to face off in an arena to the death.
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    I love your stories Emaluri, but Grom vs. Carine was a bit of a downer for me.
    I did'nt like the fact that Grom was an enraged-insane spirit.
    Or the fact that he walked right by Gorefiend and went on to kill others? I would have thought he would've killed Gorefiend on sight.
    Dont get me wrong Emaluri, I love your stories but, and im not trying to troll or complain, but I thought I should share it with you for future purposes.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sinister Knight View Post
    Umm. Each match is final and to the death. Two combatants enter. One combatant leaves. That is law. That is final. Not to be nitpicky, but that kinda goes against what you said, and said emphatically, in your initial post. We want blood, none of this pussy honor orc crap. I thought this was a pretty great idea but don't EVER, EVER toss out words like "to the death" and not follow through, it makes you look weak. This was in reference to Mankrik and Saurfang's match where neither died. Obey the Law man, please, that's all I ask.

    ---------- Post added 2010-08-01 at 12:47 AM ----------

    ...Seriously? Again, I like the idea of this "tournament", but this story had little if anything to do with these two combatants being brought together. And given how close the voting was, Jaina didn't do diddly squat to Tyrande with her not-inconsiderable magic. Highly disappointed with this writing. There are plenty of ways to write in reasoning for the two of them to face off in an arena to the death.
    I'm sorry. If you don't like the recaps, you don't have to read them. The results of each poll are slotted into the brackets shortly after being closed.

    Quote Originally Posted by BallsofThunder View Post
    I love your stories Emaluri, but Grom vs. Carine was a bit of a downer for me.
    I did'nt like the fact that Grom was an enraged-insane spirit.
    Or the fact that he walked right by Gorefiend and went on to kill others? I would have thought he would've killed Gorefiend on sight.
    Dont get me wrong Emaluri, I love your stories but, and im not trying to troll or complain, but I thought I should share it with you for future purposes.
    Thank you for enjoying them, and for presenting your concerns in a pleasant, non-vitriolic or unduly aggressive manner. Because of this, I'll try to elaborate on your concerns.

    Spiritual, elemental, and demonic contracts are tricky things. Gorefiend wasn't attacked on sight because it was him who released the spirit from it's confinement within Gorehowl. That act earned the summoner's safety for a certain time, and this temporary sanctuary acts as payment for the spirit's release. Should the two meet again, there will be no such mercy, as all debts have been paid.

    The spirit's rampage was caused by the maelstrom of emotion Grom experienced in the last moments of his life; filled with the fury of the orcs and the rage of the blood curse that had so recently gripped him. Without the strength of will of Grom's mind, the spirit was left in a whirlwind of fury and - once released from its confines - it found an outlet in the crowd.

    I hope this helps alleviate some of your concerns, and hopefully you'll be able to enjoy it more fully.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Emaluri View Post
    Thank you for enjoying them, and for presenting your concerns in a pleasant, non-vitriolic or unduly aggressive manner. Because of this, I'll try to elaborate on your concerns.

    Spiritual, elemental, and demonic contracts are tricky things. Gorefiend wasn't attacked on sight because it was him who released the spirit from it's confinement within Gorehowl. That act earned the summoner's safety for a certain time, and this temporary sanctuary acts as payment for the spirit's release. Should the two meet again, there will be no such mercy, as all debts have been paid.

    The spirit's rampage was caused by the maelstrom of emotion Grom experienced in the last moments of his life; filled with the fury of the orcs and the rage of the blood curse that had so recently gripped him. Without the strength of will of Grom's mind, the spirit was left in a whirlwind of fury and - once released from its confines - it found an outlet in the crowd.

    I hope this helps alleviate some of your concerns, and hopefully you'll be able to enjoy it more fully.
    I do what I can to not sound like a jerk, and Thank you very much for explaining this to me. I was speculating over the thought of Grom's emotions and actions towards his fellow Orcs, but this is all cleared up now. And like I said before I love your posts, keep umm coming!
    One more thing, have you ever thought about writing a Novel of some sort? You certainly have a talent.

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    is there an Illidan vs garona story i missed somewhere?

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    Quote Originally Posted by katkat View Post
    I was wondering the same.
    Recaps are being posted in the order the polls were to be completed. Next up is Sylvanas vs. Maiev, then Illidan vs. Garona, and then we're caught up to Hogger vs. Crowley.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Emaluri View Post
    I'm sorry. If you don't like the recaps, you don't have to read them. The results of each poll are slotted into the brackets shortly after being closed.
    The point is not for me to not read them. I want to read them. However, I want more for you to follow the point of the arenas, not go off on what amounts to fanfic. You post that Chromie is gathering these champions from various times to do battle...here, let me repost what you seem to have forgotten:

    "Chronormu, Ambassador of the Bronze Dragonflight, has been charged by her superiors to search the vast strands of time for the ultimate badass. Seeking the ultimate champion to protect the timelines and prevent the Cataclysm from ever happening again, the Bronze Dragonflight has put together a one time only event to find such a being. They've constructed a tournament to test all of the chosen badasses against one another until the ultimate champion is crowned. Chronormu, known to the mortal races simply as Chromie, has selected thirty two of the worlds ultimate combatants from both the past and from the present to compete in this tournament. Of the many that were chosen, only one will survive to be crowned ultimate badass.

    The rules of the tournament are simple. Each combatant will wage bloody combat against another combatant in a single elimination tournament until only one remains standing. Each match is final and to the death. Two combatants enter. One combatant leaves. That is law. That is final. To ensure fairness, each battle will take place across four specifically chosen neutral arenas across Azeroth and Outland. The chosen four are The Ring of Valor in Durotar, The Ruins of Lordaeron in Tirisfal Glades, The Ring of Trials in Nagrand, and The Circle of Blood in Blade's Edge Mountains. Each of these arenas have been retrofitted to hold a seating capacity of 666 spectators. After the first three rounds of combat have concluded, the combat will move to The Crusaders' Coliseum in Northrend where the final four combatants will compete to crown a champion."


    There are many ways you can justify combatants fighting who they might think of as "friends": an illusion cast over their opponent making them seem like an enemy, a mind control of sorts, or the simple command by Chromie that if they do not do battle, the lives of the ones they love and the lives of everyone on Azeroth across Time itself are at stake. Make them fight with everything they've got, that's what we want to read, all out, no-holds-barred bloody, vicious, brutal total BADASS combat to the DEATH. No fluffy "oh, I shot her with an arrow when she tried to save me", no "There is no honor in killing a lesser foe" garbage. Stick to your guns man, and do what you promised you would do. Simply telling me if I don't like it don't read it is a total copout.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Sinister Knight View Post
    The point is not for me to not read them. I want to read them. However, I want more for you to follow the point of the arenas, not go off on what amounts to fanfic. You post that Chromie is gathering these champions from various times to do battle...here, let me repost what you seem to have forgotten:

    "Chronormu, Ambassador of the Bronze Dragonflight, has been charged by her superiors to search the vast strands of time for the ultimate badass. Seeking the ultimate champion to protect the timelines and prevent the Cataclysm from ever happening again, the Bronze Dragonflight has put together a one time only event to find such a being. They've constructed a tournament to test all of the chosen badasses against one another until the ultimate champion is crowned. Chronormu, known to the mortal races simply as Chromie, has selected thirty two of the worlds ultimate combatants from both the past and from the present to compete in this tournament. Of the many that were chosen, only one will survive to be crowned ultimate badass.

    The rules of the tournament are simple. Each combatant will wage bloody combat against another combatant in a single elimination tournament until only one remains standing. Each match is final and to the death. Two combatants enter. One combatant leaves. That is law. That is final. To ensure fairness, each battle will take place across four specifically chosen neutral arenas across Azeroth and Outland. The chosen four are The Ring of Valor in Durotar, The Ruins of Lordaeron in Tirisfal Glades, The Ring of Trials in Nagrand, and The Circle of Blood in Blade's Edge Mountains. Each of these arenas have been retrofitted to hold a seating capacity of 666 spectators. After the first three rounds of combat have concluded, the combat will move to The Crusaders' Coliseum in Northrend where the final four combatants will compete to crown a champion."


    There are many ways you can justify combatants fighting who they might think of as "friends": an illusion cast over their opponent making them seem like an enemy, a mind control of sorts, or the simple command by Chromie that if they do not do battle, the lives of the ones they love and the lives of everyone on Azeroth across Time itself are at stake. Make them fight with everything they've got, that's what we want to read, all out, no-holds-barred bloody, vicious, brutal total BADASS combat to the DEATH. No fluffy "oh, I shot her with an arrow when she tried to save me", no "There is no honor in killing a lesser foe" garbage. Stick to your guns man, and do what you promised you would do. Simply telling me if I don't like it don't read it is a total copout.
    Pretty much this. The stories are great and all but please no "It would be mean for me to kill you" Type of things. This is an arena and they fight to the death. When arthas fights teron I want them both to go all out on eachother and have one of them get there heads chopped off. Even tho I'm pretty sure arthas will win.
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    Grom's fight was interesting. I liked how you pictured him as someone both very strong and agile, I always pictured him like that
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    Quote Originally Posted by Eduardomsc View Post
    Grom's fight was interesting. I liked how you pictured him as someone both very strong and agile, I always pictured him like that
    I did too. He was a very powerful, cunning, agile, Orc, and thats what I love about him.

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    Match - Arthas Menethil vs. Teron Gorefiend

    Location - The Circle of Blood

    Duration - Two Days

    Time of Commencement - 4:24 PM on Sunday August 1st of The Year 2010


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    Quote Originally Posted by Sinister Knight View Post
    The point is not for me to not read them. I want to read them. However, I want more for you to follow the point of the arenas, not go off on what amounts to fanfic. You post that Chromie is gathering these champions from various times to do battle...here, let me repost what you seem to have forgotten:
    Please remember that I am not Nuke. I made no such promises and have forgotten nothing. If you do not like the style in which I write the recaps, then you simply do not have to read them. If you want to read them, feel free, but do not expect them to be exactly what you want them to be.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Emaluri View Post
    Please remember that I am not Nuke. I made no such promises and have forgotten nothing. If you do not like the style in which I write the recaps, then you simply do not have to read them. If you want to read them, feel free, but do not expect them to be exactly what you want them to be.
    Meh, I don't care, the Gladiatorial battles in Ancient Rome were to the death, yet some were spared. I like the idea of Saurfang sparing Mankrik's life because he was a excellent fighter. Keep up the good work!
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