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Mr. Danya
Joined: February 28th, 2012, 2:09 am

October 3rd, 2013, 1:45 am #1

The outside is beautiful for those who eventually awake to it's sight, a large building the size of a skyscraper and some kind of mix between the Disney castle and a Tinsel-Town, surrounded by snow fields that seem to go on forever and a permanent night sky.

The inside is even more spacious as the outside would let you believe. The lobby seems to have everything one would need while they stay in Limbo, for lack of a more familiar term. Bubbly jacuzzi, large deep pool, Pool and Foosball tables, a bar, etc. All under sickly white lighting and rested on black shag carpeting and against beige walls with purple diamond patterns.

Direct opposite of the entrance, clear for all who step inside, a large purple door stands out, where a slightly less larger but imposing...specimen, crossed armed and shrouded in bleak cloth stands beside by it. Rather then guarding it, they seem to be waiting. Above the door, there is a golden plaque that reads "Hereafter".

At the aforementioned bar, stands a lone man, balding with a whispy white beard, food and beverages of many willing behind him. He stands tall and lean, with a sharp face and a grave voice, heard after every time he sighs as he crosses a black X across another fallen. The 40th time had come so early to him.

A certain corner had a noticeable attraction: TVs. 152 in all, each one devoted to an individual victim of the SOTF act, all aligned together in alphabetical order, cozy recliner chairs backed to the wall in situation should one wish to watch a classmate in comfort, remotes placed on the counter that held the table, allowing the viewer to either rewind, pause, and most anything else that a regular remote would have.

A large staircase leads to a large hall with many rooms, also 152 in number and aligned in alphabetical order. Each room has one bed and a window, allowing for needless sleep and the chance to watch the infinite night should one choose so.

So here the dead come, external wounds healed, their realizations follow, where they will bide, till either the end they choose comes or till the "event" ends.

((OOC: Afterlife meet up, V5 edition. For the sake of ease and common sense, no posting order needed))
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Espi
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October 3rd, 2013, 1:59 am #2

Nina Clarke was...not entirely sure what to think of this.

Her family wasn't particularly involved in religious stuff one way or the other. They weren't atheist, weren't super-devout, it just never really factored into their daily lives. Nina, personally, figured other people could believe in whatever the damn well felt like as long as they kept it their business. She didn't care about people's religion as long as they didn't shove it in her face, so she didn't really think about the afterlife much.

Hell, even faced with a high chance of death, it wasn't that big of a deal. Nina had thought of dying a lot on that fucking island, but not much about what came after.

The girl sat, legs drawn to her chest and arms wrapped around them, in a red chair. Her face stared forward, expressionless, at the wall of screens. She couldn't bear to watch, so she wasn't; it was just distraction, a background noise to fill her mind. She couldn't believe this. She...she'd done something, something unacceptable, she'd tried to kill another girl who'd really done nothing to her. Call it stress, call it the situation, whatever you call it she had tried to murder someone.

Could she forgive herself?

But, more importantly, would she be let into Heaven or Nirvana or whatever? She was dead. DEAD. It was like a TV show; she was in Purgatory or something, and any second someone would come into the room and ask her name and a cool intro would play or something. There were other people here, too, but Nina paid no attention to anything but the screen and her own mind.

Death...it wasn't something she liked. It was lonely, depressing, and it was scary.

Nina was scared right now. She didn't know what was going to happen. And for someone like her, someone confident who tried so hard to be prepared and in control, that was potentially the scariest thing of all.
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Mr. Danya
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October 3rd, 2013, 3:38 am #3

((Venice Pennington-Johannes: Deceased G016 - V5 - Continued From The Unlucky Clover Field))

Heavy.

Her head was engulfed by the false familiar smell of chlorine and the feeling of cool water, the rest of her body on the outside, lying on the tiles. Her eyes weren't strained and her vision wasn't blurred, so she felt it was odd that her hair was so heavy, being weighed down as it absorbed the water.

"I'm going nuts."

Perhaps dying did that to a person. She wasn't being herself, as for once, Venice didn't feel like talking to anybody.

She should have been happy, she thought. Friends of hers should be here now.

Yeah, Amy was here now, wasn't she? Venice hadn't got together with her yet, but she knew she had to be here. Shouldn't that make her happy? She had watched Amy, watched her lose the people at the cove, watched as Amy looked for Venice, watcher her cry, watched her drown.

Drown. In that ugly, murky water, disappearing under that filth. Because of that filth. Because Venice had made her, made her watch over her things that couldn't help her anymore.

She pushed the rest of her body off the tiles and into the water, tumbling and spiraling slowly down. She held herself somewhere in right dap of who knows in what seemed an endless pit, surrounded by beautiful blue and her lonesome.

Unclean.
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October 3rd, 2013, 3:40 am #4

Daniel Whitten: Contemplation, Begin.

...Would have made a rather nice header for this chapter of his life, Daniel figured. Simple. Solemn. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time. He'd done a lot of thinking, ever since he woke up outside the place.

It had taken quite some time for him to fully come to terms with what had happened. One second he was apologizing to the girl who had run into him, the next, he had found himself in front of a rather fancy, almost entirely deserted luxury hotel thing. For lack of any other foreseeable causes, he had figured that he had either gone completely insane or been abducted by some benevolent, higher form of life that had a soft spot for bookworms, which were of course equally likely possibilities. You had to keep your mind open and optimistic, after all.

It hadn't been until he saw the footage of himself being shot that he truly accepted where he was. Daniel had just sort of stared at his corpse for a couple hours. Not exactly a sight he had ever expected to see, but seeing that he was still around to see it, Daniel couldn't really complain.

Admittedly, Daniel would have expected the afterlife (purgatory? Theology was terribly confusing.) to be a tad more dignified, but there were worse fates than to be left sitting in a very comfortable chair, sipping various sodas. He hadn't felt brave enough to try any of the alcohol, even though it couldn't exactly hurt his health anymore. The habit of maintaining a living body was a hard one to break, he supposed.

This laid-back approach to death hadn't lasted past the first day.

Despite his aversion to violence, Daniel had been worried enough about his friends to keep an eye on them through the various television screens. Michael, Rachsel, and Tim were still unhurt, much to his relief, but it had torn Daniel up to see the latter two's reaction to his death. It was the most utterly terrible thing in the world, to have someone cry because of you.

Daniel was almost glad that they hadn't told Michael, as terrible a thing as it was to do. It was selfish, he knew, but he didn't want to see his best friend be put through that pain, inevitable as it may be. Daniel'd really screwed everything up, hadn't he? Alex, Carlon, and Naomi had all died. If he had just moved a little to the side, if he had somehow managed to survive, could he have done anything to help them?

He was worthless, really. Daniel had talked of finding a way off the island, of getting everyone out alive, but all he had managed to do was get himself killed within his first two hours on the island and put his friends though a lot of pain. Despicable, Daniel, despicable. He was truly the most unambiguously heroic paragon of justice to ever grace the fair earth.

Daniel spent a long time after each of the announcements trapped in a vicious cycle of self-loathing, each one a reminder of the friends he had failed. Eventually, he had managed to break free long enough to look around and see the girl sitting near him, appearing to be in a similar state to himself.

Daniel couldn't help his friends still trapped on the island. However, he could still talk to those with him, right? Try to provide a little bit of comfort, if possible? Daniel didn't really know Nina, but they all had the same thing uniting them now.

"Hello, Nina." Daniel said, walking up to her and smiling as gently as he could. "Would you mind some company? I think all of us here could all use a bit of friendly conversation."
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Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

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Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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Espi
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Joined: November 20th, 2012, 9:32 pm

October 4th, 2013, 9:48 pm #5

((Glomp GMing approved))

Nina looked up.

"D-Daniel?"

She leapt up and wrapped Daniel in an all-ensnaring hug.

"Oh my god, Daniel! I'm so sorry!"

A variety of colorful emotions flooded through Nina's mind. Joy that someone else was here, sadness that he was dead, too.

"Daniel...I..."

And crushing regret and despair that she had watched him die and run away like a coward.

"I saw you...after..."

She buried her face in his shoulder, unable to contain her emotions. She cried.

"I'm...I'm sorry."
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October 4th, 2013, 10:21 pm #6

It had been a while since anyone had seen anything of her.

Within a short period of time after arriving, she had disappeared inside one of the hotel rooms, and didn't come out. She didn't talk to anyone, she didn't even look outside. There was no way she was going to talk to anyone.

Everything she had done was hopeless.

Really, what was she expecting, honestly? It was just an idle dream, that she wanted to see happen. She had an idea of how hard it would be to accomplish something like that, but she didn't know how hopeless it truly was. She had tried to remain stubborn, but it didn't win her anything.

Even when she was injured, she kept going. And to what? She got not only herself killed, but someone who had been trying to help her as well. What was she even trying to do? She was trying to... it was pretty much murder she was attempting.

It was always said that she couldn't quit while she was ahead. Perhaps that was true. And that was why she was here.

When she had first shown up... here, it felt almost like waking up from a dream. Or maybe this was the dream. It was kind of surreal to find out there was an afterlife. There was one thing she hadn't wondered about too much when she was alive. It had always been about the now, or how she was going to spend the rest of her life. What came after that was never something that came across her mind, or at least that she can recall.

But, eventually she found herself opening the door, and peering around to see if anyone was there, she stepped out, her feet gently padding across the floor.

She still didn't feel like talking to anyone, but it still felt like she needed to stretch her legs more than she had been. It was strange, both that your legs would apparently need stretching after you die and having both your legs suddenly back to normal.

Staring down the spiral staircase, she took a deep breath.

And descended.

It was a nice Place, she had to admit. It was a shame she couldn't enjoy it.

She had finally reached the end.

Alexandria Ripley wasn't sure if she wanted to see who was down here with all the screens and pools and what have you. But sometimes, it was easier to just find out for yourself.

She just forced a smile across her face, the kind you make while being caught doing something "naughty" and have no idea how to react.

A lot of things could easily happen now that Alex was down here.
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In Loving Memory Of Those Killed In The 2008 SOTF
Carol Burke- Female Student #015- A good friend.
Remy Kim- Male Student #080- Yet another victim of the system.
Aileen Borden- Female Student #022- It's going to be okay.

In Loving Memory Of Those Killed In The 2012 SOTF
Alexandria "Alex" Ripley- Female Student #002- Sometimes your life is meant to be a warning to others.
Lana Torres- Female Student #039- Technically, she died happy.
Miranda Millers- Female Student #019- Doomed by self-fulfilling prophecy.

In Loving Memory of Those Killed in the 2015 SOTF
Jennifer Wallace- Female Student #055- Good night, and good luck.
Junko Kurosawa- Female Student #041- Experienced a thrill to die for.
Emma Luz- Female Student #022- Sweet dreams.

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Anna Chase- Female Student #010- And then she lived happily ever after.
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For v6, I have come to a decision. To help lessen character pimping, I have vowed not to talk about my characters, any characters closely related to mine, or any threads I've been involved in, in any of the following places:

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I am not allowing myself to talk about anything relating to my characters or scenes I'm in unless they are brought up in conversation by another handler. I am not allowed to use my characters' names OOC or mention anything relating to that character until another handler mentions them. This is not currently in effect for pre-game; these self-imposed rules do not apply until v6 starts. However, they will be in effect the second v6 is announced. When one of my characters die, escape, or are otherwise removed from the game, these rules are lifted for that character, and I am free to talk about that character as much as I want. However, the others will have to wait until they too are out of the game.

This is a personal promise I'm keeping to myself for v6. If I break it, please feel free to bitch me out.

-KamiKaze

Addendum as of v6: I may ask for critiques while a character's arc is ongoing, as long as someone has offered to do so.
Let's show that private threads aren't necessary! I pledge not to start any private threads on island in V6. If I started a thread, you are welcome to join it.
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October 5th, 2013, 2:34 am #7

Natalia herself had led a quiet life; one free of most forms of extreme emotion. Sure, she had her fair share of anxiety and fear and general teenage hormone-induced mood swings, but they were tolerable. They were nothing compared to what she was feeling before her own death.

It was panic, fear, acceptance and a whole slurry of emotions rolled up into one neat package. One given to everyone before the end of their life, each one personalized to their own deaths. Sometimes it's peaceful with a hint of sadness. Other times it's hateful and brooding. Other times it's merely idle, reserved for those who don't know they're about to die.

Either way, dying took away most of it. She felt calm, but nervous at the same time. It was dark and she was breathing hard, bracing herself for whatever was there. Eventually Natalia was able to coax her eyes open, and she was surprised to find herself in front of a magnificent building, awe inspiring and surreal at the same time. Without much else to do, she stepped in. A little glimmer of her hoped that it was all just a dream, that they were at this amazing hotel and that nobody had died. She hadn't died. And they'd all laugh over her silly morbid dream and enjoy their senior trip.

But then she caught a glimpse of her corpse on a TV screen, and was hit with the cold realization.

First emotion to come was disbelief. And then denial. Then confusion in quick succession. It took a long time for Natalia to stop looking at the screen and explore. She only made it as far as the bar before she got a drink, sat down and began to sip her root beer thoughtfully.

She'd have a lot of time to think.
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G025: Veronica McDonald is DEAD and armed with a tire iron (formerly J.R. Rizzolo's) >> "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Current: Left unheard in Dreams Walk on Powerlines

B033: Jason Meyers is DEAD and armed with a Smith & Wesson .357 Revolver >> First one to die is the first one out, even if it's to heaven instead of home.
Current: Went home in In Situ

G049: Natalia "Koala" Kowalski is DEAD and armed with a Tufts 17/23 Dental Explorer, a small metal rod, and an empty syringe >> "J-Joey?"
Current: Dead again in Once Again
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G003: Bridgette Sommerfeld is DEAD and armed with a toothbrush & toothpaste >> ""You-y-y-y-y-"
Current: Safer than sorry in In This Starless Night (handled by backslash)

B007: Jasper Bustamante is DEAD and unarmed >> "Don't let me die like this."
Current: All alone in Thanatophobia (handled by Cicada Days)

B031: Samuel Howard is DEAD and armed with a crossbow (20 bolts) >> "Fuck you."
Current: Never stood a chance in Into the Veil

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Haley Juarez is ALIVE >> Living life to the fullest
Current: Being immature in Everything You've Always Wanted to Know
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Alison Bernhiesel is ALIVE >> A born leader
Current: In Transit
Mark Nathan "Nate" Malaqui is ALIVE >> Head in the clouds
Theodore "Teddy" Nunes-White is ALIVE >> Recovering pessimist
Robin Mireles is ALIVE >> Grand slam
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Karen "Shiloh" Legere >> She's free
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wrote:[21:51] Zarina: "and then Naft rode Aloha's large purple crab all night long, in a hypothetical future where Aloha is at the age of consent"
[21:51] Zarina: the end
wrote:[19:06] Aloha: Oh jeez one of my ACNL villagers gave me a shirt they were just wearing
[19:06] Aloha: warning me that it was "still warm"
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[19:09] Aloha: My other ACNL villager just gave me his toilet w h a t
[19:09] Skraal: "It's still warm"
wrote:[00:15] Zarina: I think we're pretty lighthearted for a bunch of people writing about mass murder
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In Hawaiian, Aloha means "Hello" and "Goodbye," the latter of which is appropriate considering how fast his V6 cast died
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G025: Veronica McDonald by Mimi
B033: Jason Meyers by Mimi (now with a dead version courteous of Naft!)
Two sprites of Bridgette Sommerfeld by Fenris
Two sprites of Jasper Bustamante by Fenris
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Mr. Danya
Joined: February 28th, 2012, 2:09 am

October 5th, 2013, 3:24 am #8

The bartender began wiping the counter as another one came over with a thick white hankerchief. It didn't seem to have any point to it, and he realized it. The next one would just wet it again. Always so many tears. Still, he took a guess that some of the kids liked watching him clean. A sense of normalcy, if anything at all. Like in their movies.

He served the girl a root beer, he could always tell what they wanted, and looked upon some of the other children.

A boy and a girl were talking. Good. These kids only have each other now anyway. Across the way...

He smirked. It was a cruel smirk, he knew that. One of them was trying to drown themselves. He cupped his face with his hand and threw the smirk away.

It would be a lie to say the no child had attempted something similar. Sometimes, they succeeded. But it was always true that they-

Creek

Always come back. The door closed. The girl walked over to the pool again, clothes dry like when she first entered.

"You'll catch a cold that way." He barked.

She probably wouldn't.

He was shot a look. He knew he could be too mean sometimes.

"Just make sure to take it easy here. For yourselves, especially." He barked again to all the children.

The girl went back inside the pool anyway, but at least he could see the top of her scalp. For now.

He heard foot steps from the stairs. Not too hard, mostly quiet. He glanced out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, she was going to have to get out of that room sooner or later anyway. Even if she didn't like it. That smile showed all the negative around her.

He went back to cleaning the counter with the handkerchief.
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Mr. Danya
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October 21st, 2013, 3:46 am #9

Venice now simply floated, having to come to terms that there wasn't much to do with herself. Her hair wasn't so heavy anymore, it now seeming to have no feeling at all.

She kicked her legs, treading across the ends of the pool staring up at what seemed be some kind of lighting, her fingers combing through the waves that followed, try her best to count their numbers and patterns.

Venice sighed to herself, wondering if she had made too much of a pointless scene. She shrugged, unintentionally pushing her head to one of of the pool's tiled barriers.

"I guess it doesn't even matter."
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March 12th, 2014, 9:58 pm #10

Dying, in retrospect, wasn't terribly painful. It was disorienting, to be sure, but he had been fortunate enough to localize his pain to a single wound, one that induced shock and forced him from consciousness quickly and without meaningful struggle. Even the brief second of distinct agony he'd felt when the blade first entered his body was comparatively pleasant contrasted alongside the deep, consuming ache that throbbed inside him upon catching Carlon's gaze.

Garrett had seen many emotions manipulate the young intellectual's face during their hours together. Most commonly, he saw joy, intrigue, curiosity, and satisfaction, with dashes of confusion, sadness, and frustration in rare, out of character moments. He wore a new countenance in his seat behind the broad chess table, though. As Garrett walked towards the man he'd come to regard as a portrait of compassion and goodwill, he found none of the characteristic warmth and energy he'd come to expect. Instead, his face was etched with something that looked dolorously like disappointment.

He had nowhere else to go. With a tense nod, he sat down across from Carlon, and found himself helplessly speechless. For now, there was nothing to do but wait in the harsh, inexorable chill of his disapproval.
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G056, Alda Abbate(Adopted)
It was difficult to nail down exactly when the anger started. Remembering a time when it wasn't there, coiled up and waiting to strike or alive and thrashing, was growing more and more challenging. It'd been with her for so long that it no longer felt like an intruder in her mind. It felt like a part of her.
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B062, Garrett Wilde
I multiplied. Then I subtracted. That's what we do now. That's how we keep the most people around.
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B014, Joachim Lovelace(Adopted)
Your turn.
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Abby Floyd:This place was vile. Overwhelmingly, terribly vile. Character Theme: Everything's Alright-Emily Scholz
Ty Yazzie: You ever wonder if you still got a home to go back to? Character Theme: Warrior People-Medicine For The People
Isaac Brea(Adopted from Espi): Isaac's well of fucks was bone-dry. Character Theme: The Whiskey, The Liar, The Thief-Patent Pending
Caedyn Miller:So...how did you wanna do this? Feeling an open casket? Or is that dumb? Nah, don't say it, that's dumb. We'll be soup by the time they send us home anyway. Character Theme: Sleep-My Chemical Romance
Irene Djezari(Adopted from CicadaDays): Death was not worse than Meme Hell. Character Theme: A Beautiful Lie-30 Seconds To Mars

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Jacob Brooks: ... Character Theme: 1812 Overture-Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
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Helena 'Hel" Fury: Okay, but riddle me this: where in the rulebook does it say it's not a series of automatic critical hits if I Flurry of Blows an ogre's nutsack like a speedbag? Bad Liar-Selena Gomez
Jeremiah Widdlestone: NOT--FOR--YOU 911/Mr. Lonely-Tyler The Creator
Damian Riccardo Maradona Reyes: I'll go all day, all week, all year if I gotta, big guy. Just try and stop me. Years Of War-Porter Robinson
Barbara "Babs" Mulaney: One. Deux. Tres. Vier. Fem. Yug. Haft. Aath. Dyev-yat. Dez. Might Tell You Tonight-Scissor Sisters
Zyzzx Rigs: Last of the first, folks. Light me up.You Know You Like It - DJ Snake ft.
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Some Guy Probably: A thing he said? Character Theme: Flyers-Bradio
Alex Darby: Let's weigh what everyone brings to the table, and find a suitable compromise. It's in your best interest. Character theme: Devil's Gift-Shaman's Harvest
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