Subject: Cavan Dolan
Cavan is hunched over in a pit that he has been digging for several hours. A simple wooden cross with the words "The Magus" carved onto it lies beside the hole, having been cast aside.
Cavan grumbles and curses under his breath, positioning the shovel he had bought before coming out to this place, and placing his foot firmly ontop of it before throwing his weight down ontop of it. The shovel barely moved and there was a soft 'thunk' as he hit something hollow. Cavan grinned, a glint in his eye, as he began quickly digging around the object buried beneath him, eventually throwing the shovel to the side to dig away at the sides with his bare hands.
Several minutes later he grunts and heaves the box out of the hole, before crawling out after it. He grabs the shovel and fits the lip just under the lid of the casket that he has unearthed. With a single push of the shovel he manages to crack open the lid enough to get his fingers beneath it. He struggles for a moment before, with inhuman strength, he pries the lid open with only his hands, throwing pieces of splintered wood behind him. He freezes as he sees what is in the casket... or more precisely what is not. The casket lies empty, the only thing to show that the casket contained anything in the past is a red patch of a blood stain left behind by the corpse that used to be buried in it.
Cavan's eyes twitches before he grips the side of the casket and begins screaming in rage.
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
NO!!! THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE! THEY KNEW IT WAS HERE! THEY DIDN'T MOVE IT!!! MY LORD WOULD HAVE KNOWN! I-I CAN'T- EVEN-FUCKING-GOD DAMN IT!!!
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY
With a splintering snap he breaks several of the boards off the side of the casket, ignoring the bloody splinters embedded in his hands.
He is there beside Cavan. A heaviiiness innn thee air. Evvveeerrry ttthhhooouuuggghhhttt slowiiing to a cccrawl befooore his terrible rage. Ouuut from his lllimbs spill forth tendddrilsss, ttthrashing abooout, almost without pppurpose. HHHe lashes out at Cavan, leaviiing a long, black, jagged split up his spine. MMMore quick movements, slamming Cavan against the broken casket in rage before he tosses the broken body against a nearby tree and disappears.
Cavan sobs through broken teeth, and a shattered jaw, blood pooling in his lungs as his vision clouds, his form shuddering as death reaches out for him. You deserve to die... but...
Another form, tall, but not thin, large antlers atop a narrow head, appears before him, laying a hand on his battered body, and they both vanish. You have uses yet.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
LOG 2
LOG BEGIN
Data Entry 1: Drake "Anonymous"
Drake was a young man living in Oklahoma at the time that this all began. He had started to frequent "Slender Blogs" and had eventually come across "Not Quite Doomed" (which became "We Are Not Doomed") which was the blog of Razputine Panzerfaust. He helped Razputine decode several messages, and began to more frequently post on Razputine's blog. He started by simply posting anonymous messages starting his messages as "Anonymous here..."
Eventually though he decided to make his own blog which he entitled "Anonymous here..." and wasn't particularly active for awhile on there, though he did post about spirits that lived in his house, and spells and rituals he performed. (He was a witch. The modern real life type, not the high-fantasy type.)
The activity became far more frequent and began to spiral out of control when his sister Susan started a blog, on the recommendation of her doctor, and it became clear that Slender Man had began to target her.
DATA MISSING
He found The Athame: A simple looking willow wand with the latin phrase "ut diruo maleficus ac contego vestri somes" which loosely translates to "to destroy evil and protect your body."
This wand has the unique ability to cause harm to the Slender Man and his puppets. To his puppets it cuts like a knife, and with enough physical force, it has even managed to significantly hurt Slender Man.
DATA MISSING
Tik a his men or tried to he p im.
Th fe l in l e.
DATA MISSING
Ecko an old friend of his came to his aid when he was blinded, and started posting on his behalf, transcribing Drake's words. He became known during this time as "The blind Magus" though this was mostly just a title.
DATA MISSING
Nill, Alder, and The Narrator manipulated him into killing his sister Susan who had been hollowed.
This event shook him so deeply that immediately after killing her with The Athame, he turned it on himself, stabbing himself in the gut and breaking it in two. This act sealed the power of The Athame to his soul, and led to the events surrounding Bernard Laguardia.
Ecko was left there all alone with the corpse of his friend. He was never the same after that...
LOG END
Data Entry 1: Drake "Anonymous"
Drake was a young man living in Oklahoma at the time that this all began. He had started to frequent "Slender Blogs" and had eventually come across "Not Quite Doomed" (which became "We Are Not Doomed") which was the blog of Razputine Panzerfaust. He helped Razputine decode several messages, and began to more frequently post on Razputine's blog. He started by simply posting anonymous messages starting his messages as "Anonymous here..."
Eventually though he decided to make his own blog which he entitled "Anonymous here..." and wasn't particularly active for awhile on there, though he did post about spirits that lived in his house, and spells and rituals he performed. (He was a witch. The modern real life type, not the high-fantasy type.)
The activity became far more frequent and began to spiral out of control when his sister Susan started a blog, on the recommendation of her doctor, and it became clear that Slender Man had began to target her.
DATA MISSING
He found The Athame: A simple looking willow wand with the latin phrase "ut diruo maleficus ac contego vestri somes" which loosely translates to "to destroy evil and protect your body."
This wand has the unique ability to cause harm to the Slender Man and his puppets. To his puppets it cuts like a knife, and with enough physical force, it has even managed to significantly hurt Slender Man.
DATA MISSING
Tik a his men or tried to he p im.
Th fe l in l e.
DATA MISSING
Ecko an old friend of his came to his aid when he was blinded, and started posting on his behalf, transcribing Drake's words. He became known during this time as "The blind Magus" though this was mostly just a title.
DATA MISSING
Nill, Alder, and The Narrator manipulated him into killing his sister Susan who had been hollowed.
This event shook him so deeply that immediately after killing her with The Athame, he turned it on himself, stabbing himself in the gut and breaking it in two. This act sealed the power of The Athame to his soul, and led to the events surrounding Bernard Laguardia.
Ecko was left there all alone with the corpse of his friend. He was never the same after that...
LOG END
March 3rd 2014
Subjects: Bernard Laguardia, Razputine Panzerfaust, D
Raz lays in a bed, an ice pack on his head and a simple brace on his right leg, which he had landed on slightly more than his other when he fell with Cavan. He hadn't broken the bone, but had banged up the leg pretty badly, and the brace kept him from making what injury he had incurred from becoming worse. Bernard sits beside the bed in a chair and leans over, softly stroking his cheek.
Are you sure you're going to be okay, sweetheart? I know we have to leave tonight... but are you positive you didn't break anything?
I'm fine... and D- Yes? What did He try to get out of our heads?
He needed to know... something about Ecko... I think it was... maybe the location of Drake's body? I don't know... I just have vague feelings of what he pulled out of my head... our head.
Shit... Well whatever they need his body for... it can't be good. We're... hell... five days drive from the grave right? There's no way we'll make it in time. God damn it...
Raz groans and puts a hand on the icepack, pressing it firmly to his head. Bernard looks very worried and shakes his head.
B-but I mean... the athame is with the body, so that should protect it right? I mean even broken I'm sure it'd keep it safe. There's no way He, or any of his puppets could touch it.
Jump the Rail Fence.
Unless they found a way...
Three down.
Regardless, we can't stop them. We know that for sure, what we need to do, is pack up our things-
YNDTR IDIOE NWRHT SUEOO YIHD...
Raz grunts as he sits up, looking over at Bernard, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him over into a deep, but gentle kiss. As Raz breaks the kiss he keeps eye contact with Bernard, speaking just above a whisper.
and get to somewhere safe... I can't allow anything bad to happen to you Bernard... You've gone through too much, seen too much... and lost too much... Go get our food together and I'll pack up our clothes... I love you Bernard...
I... I love you too Raz...
Raz lays in a bed, an ice pack on his head and a simple brace on his right leg, which he had landed on slightly more than his other when he fell with Cavan. He hadn't broken the bone, but had banged up the leg pretty badly, and the brace kept him from making what injury he had incurred from becoming worse. Bernard sits beside the bed in a chair and leans over, softly stroking his cheek.
Are you sure you're going to be okay, sweetheart? I know we have to leave tonight... but are you positive you didn't break anything?
I'm fine... and D- Yes? What did He try to get out of our heads?
He needed to know... something about Ecko... I think it was... maybe the location of Drake's body? I don't know... I just have vague feelings of what he pulled out of my head... our head.
Shit... Well whatever they need his body for... it can't be good. We're... hell... five days drive from the grave right? There's no way we'll make it in time. God damn it...
Raz groans and puts a hand on the icepack, pressing it firmly to his head. Bernard looks very worried and shakes his head.
B-but I mean... the athame is with the body, so that should protect it right? I mean even broken I'm sure it'd keep it safe. There's no way He, or any of his puppets could touch it.
Jump the Rail Fence.
Unless they found a way...
Three down.
Regardless, we can't stop them. We know that for sure, what we need to do, is pack up our things-
YNDTR IDIOE NWRHT SUEOO YIHD...
Raz grunts as he sits up, looking over at Bernard, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him over into a deep, but gentle kiss. As Raz breaks the kiss he keeps eye contact with Bernard, speaking just above a whisper.
and get to somewhere safe... I can't allow anything bad to happen to you Bernard... You've gone through too much, seen too much... and lost too much... Go get our food together and I'll pack up our clothes... I love you Bernard...
I... I love you too Raz...
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
December 28th 2013
Subject(s): Razputine Panzerfaust, Bernard Laguardia, D, Ecko
Raz and Bernard approach the door of the hotel and Raz knocks. The door swings open and Ecko stands in the doorway, a nervously flitting back and forth of his eyes as he checks to make sure they weren't followed.
C-Come inside.
They quickly step past the threshold and Ecko closes and locks the door behind them, motioning for them to sit on the bed as he grabs a chair and sits down across from them.
I-I'm glad you came when I called... I know who both of you are, and I'd like to assume you know who I am, as I'm sure you've read Drake's blog. Listen... I need to know that I can trust you... and D... Because I want to tell you where... where I buried him...
Of course! You know that D and I haven't been connected to Him for... years now, and clearly he can't just track us, because he's failed to find me, or Bernard after all this time.
Yeah you can trust this face! I would never do anything to betray your, Drake's, or Bernard's trust! Even though Drake has passed, I'd never let Him know where to find even his body.
Please... I want to pay my respects... I miss him so... much...
Bernard begins to cry and hides his face in Raz's shoulder, as Raz wraps and arm around him protectively. Ecko smiles softly, a tear coming to his eye before he nods and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been folded and refolded many times over. He holds it out for Raz. As Raz reaches out and grabs it, Ecko holds it and locks eyes with Raz.
He has it... and he's going there... but...
You may not know why... but really... you can never let Him get ahold of this information...01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111
Ecko lets go and turns around in his chair, grabbing a bottle of rum and three shot glasses.
Now I'd like you tw-three, sorry D, to share a shot with me. I'm going to go into hiding for real after this. I'm going to try and start a brand new life for myself, but I want to send you three off with my best wishes, and a little something warming your bellies.
Ecko hands Raz and Bernard each a shot glass. Bernard sniffs and smiles a little as he holds out the shot glass. Ecko quickly pours each of them a shot and then one for himself. He sniffs the shot and smiles before holding it out towards his guests.
Slainte! Oiche mhaith my friend...
They all tip back their shot glasses and sit for several more minutes, sharing stories of Drake before Bernard and Raz take their leave, thanking Ecko for his help.
Raz and Bernard approach the door of the hotel and Raz knocks. The door swings open and Ecko stands in the doorway, a nervously flitting back and forth of his eyes as he checks to make sure they weren't followed.
C-Come inside.
They quickly step past the threshold and Ecko closes and locks the door behind them, motioning for them to sit on the bed as he grabs a chair and sits down across from them.
I-I'm glad you came when I called... I know who both of you are, and I'd like to assume you know who I am, as I'm sure you've read Drake's blog. Listen... I need to know that I can trust you... and D... Because I want to tell you where... where I buried him...
Of course! You know that D and I haven't been connected to Him for... years now, and clearly he can't just track us, because he's failed to find me, or Bernard after all this time.
Yeah you can trust this face! I would never do anything to betray your, Drake's, or Bernard's trust! Even though Drake has passed, I'd never let Him know where to find even his body.
Please... I want to pay my respects... I miss him so... much...
Bernard begins to cry and hides his face in Raz's shoulder, as Raz wraps and arm around him protectively. Ecko smiles softly, a tear coming to his eye before he nods and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been folded and refolded many times over. He holds it out for Raz. As Raz reaches out and grabs it, Ecko holds it and locks eyes with Raz.
He has it... and he's going there... but...
You may not know why... but really... you can never let Him get ahold of this information...01101000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101111 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111
Ecko lets go and turns around in his chair, grabbing a bottle of rum and three shot glasses.
Now I'd like you tw-three, sorry D, to share a shot with me. I'm going to go into hiding for real after this. I'm going to try and start a brand new life for myself, but I want to send you three off with my best wishes, and a little something warming your bellies.
Ecko hands Raz and Bernard each a shot glass. Bernard sniffs and smiles a little as he holds out the shot glass. Ecko quickly pours each of them a shot and then one for himself. He sniffs the shot and smiles before holding it out towards his guests.
Slainte! Oiche mhaith my friend...
They all tip back their shot glasses and sit for several more minutes, sharing stories of Drake before Bernard and Raz take their leave, thanking Ecko for his help.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
March 4th 2014
Subject: Cavan Dolan
Cavan groans as he opens his eyes, looking around frantically as he regains consciousness. He looks visibly disturbed as he touches his chest and lets out a whimpering whine, remembering the feeling of his ribs being crushed by D. He appears to be physically fine now. A shame really... he deserves to be dead...
Cavan stumbles to his feet and looks around at the room... it's a bathroom... on a plane. He rushes to the sink before throwing up a thick black fluid all over the sink and mirror, obscuring his image.
Cavan throws open the lavatory door and quickly shuts it, looking over at the flight attendant standing beside him.
What the hell are you looking at... You looked like hell, despite His work to repair you. The dark rings under your eyes... the matted hair... the bit of dried blood that had trailed from your ears when the pressure in your head had made your eardrums burst...
He grumbles and glares at her before walking unsteadily down the rows of seats. He sees one that is empty, except for a book sitting in it. This must be his. He sits down and picks it up, flipping it open to a bookmark that was left in it. There are a series of numbers and letters up and down the bookmark. He smiles and puts the bookmark back. He knows where he's heading to now.
His Lord has put him back together, and has sent him on an important mission.
He had been the bait to lure D out into the open, and his Lord had extracted the information he needed from D.
Cavan groans as he opens his eyes, looking around frantically as he regains consciousness. He looks visibly disturbed as he touches his chest and lets out a whimpering whine, remembering the feeling of his ribs being crushed by D. He appears to be physically fine now. A shame really... he deserves to be dead...
Cavan stumbles to his feet and looks around at the room... it's a bathroom... on a plane. He rushes to the sink before throwing up a thick black fluid all over the sink and mirror, obscuring his image.
Cavan throws open the lavatory door and quickly shuts it, looking over at the flight attendant standing beside him.
What the hell are you looking at... You looked like hell, despite His work to repair you. The dark rings under your eyes... the matted hair... the bit of dried blood that had trailed from your ears when the pressure in your head had made your eardrums burst...
He grumbles and glares at her before walking unsteadily down the rows of seats. He sees one that is empty, except for a book sitting in it. This must be his. He sits down and picks it up, flipping it open to a bookmark that was left in it. There are a series of numbers and letters up and down the bookmark. He smiles and puts the bookmark back. He knows where he's heading to now.
His Lord has put him back together, and has sent him on an important mission.
He had been the bait to lure D out into the open, and his Lord had extracted the information he needed from D.
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Monday, August 24, 2015
March 1st 2014
Subject(s): Bernard Laguardia, Razputine Panzerfuast, D, Cavan Dolan
The moon is gone. The night is black. Cavan sits in the bush in the parking lot of the hotel, breathing heavily behind his mask, eyes fixated on the hotel room on the second floor directly in front of him.
His orders haven't come in yet. He arrived only this past morning, but he has been itching to get a chance to go after D. The dirty traitor. To separate from His glory was unforgivable.
He'll die... let me kill him... let me....
Almost gleeful.
He mutters excitedly under his breath. He can barely contain himself. He runs a finger along his blade, a long, steel knife. Suddenly he lower his knife and falls silent. Even through he small holes in his mask, his eyes widen noticeably. He's received his orders.
=====================================================================
Raz sits at his desk, clicking idly through his internet browser, eating some toast.
Bernard is laying back in the bed, watching the TV and occasionally glancing over at Raz.
... are we going to talk about what D did to the poor innocent pers-
He didn't do it... clearly they just found us and left a message for us...
Raz snaps, glancing over his shoulder, though his eyes betray his doubt in his own words. Raz turns his head back around and takes a bite from his toast.
He couldn't have... wouldn't have done something so awful...
There's a soft rattling at the door, the rattling becoming louder. Bernard jumps and scrambles to the other side of the bed, hiding as best as he can. Raz leaps to the kitchen and grabs his kitchen knife and turns to face the door, walking to his desk and moving his chair out of the way.
The rattle shakes harder and harder before there's a soft 'click' and the door swings open.
Cavan stands in the doorway, knife held loosely at his side, his head cocked to the side.
So nice to meet you finally... Raz... and of course... D. You two are monsters... and you deserve to die... Not even my wonderful Master wants anything to do with you anymore... We need information... and that's it...
The words come out slowly, and full of venom.
Raz just smirks and grips his blade harder before rushing forward silently, briefly stepping on the bed to launch himself at Cavan.
Cavan calmly steps to the side of the doorway, Raz coming crashing out onto the walkway, hitting the railing before he swings to his right and slashes out at Cavan. Cavan takes another step back before he slices out at Raz with his own knife, red splattering against the window. An audibly gasp and whimper comes from within the hotel room as Bernard sees the blood. Raz hisses as he grabs his cheek, a deep slash almost making it through the meaty flesh. His shoulders shake slightly before suddenly he grins widely, and moves the hand now covered in his blood to his face and smears it on, almost like his own mask. D shifts the grip on his blade before lunging forward and stabbing at Cavan's chest.
Cavan is taken aback by the transition from Raz to D and just barely manages to jump to the side, catching the blade across his chest and gasping in pain and surprise. He starts to swing his blade around to stab D right in the shoulder but D stops suddenly and throws himself to the side, slamming his body into Cavan's, sending them over the railing and down to the concrete below. Cavan lands first on his back before D crashes right ontop of him, crushing his ribs instantly. D rolls off the stumbles on all fours for a second before standing up unsteadily and looking at the twitching, broken form of Cavan.
I'm going to enjoy... pulling you apart...
Don't talk... just act...
Too late...
D hisses between clenched teeth, switching his blade to his other hand, limping slowly back over to the now almost convulsing body of Cavan. Suddenly a black liquid begins pouring out from behind the mask, pooling on the ground. At first D just thinks that Cavan is hurt, before his whole body begins shaking. D whips around and there He isss. D cccowers, unaaable to face his old Masterrr. Heee leans dddown towards D. Hhheee reaches out to touch D's face, a fllleeting touch, and it pppasses quickly, but D collapses in a heap. Cavan is suddenly gone and D is left, unconscious on the ground. Bernard has been screaming for Raz and comes out onto the walkway and looks down, seeing the huddled form of D on the ground below. He rushes to his side, eager to take care of him.
The moon is gone. The night is black. Cavan sits in the bush in the parking lot of the hotel, breathing heavily behind his mask, eyes fixated on the hotel room on the second floor directly in front of him.
His orders haven't come in yet. He arrived only this past morning, but he has been itching to get a chance to go after D. The dirty traitor. To separate from His glory was unforgivable.
He'll die... let me kill him... let me....
Almost gleeful.
He mutters excitedly under his breath. He can barely contain himself. He runs a finger along his blade, a long, steel knife. Suddenly he lower his knife and falls silent. Even through he small holes in his mask, his eyes widen noticeably. He's received his orders.
=====================================================================
Raz sits at his desk, clicking idly through his internet browser, eating some toast.
Bernard is laying back in the bed, watching the TV and occasionally glancing over at Raz.
... are we going to talk about what D did to the poor innocent pers-
He didn't do it... clearly they just found us and left a message for us...
Raz snaps, glancing over his shoulder, though his eyes betray his doubt in his own words. Raz turns his head back around and takes a bite from his toast.
He couldn't have... wouldn't have done something so awful...
There's a soft rattling at the door, the rattling becoming louder. Bernard jumps and scrambles to the other side of the bed, hiding as best as he can. Raz leaps to the kitchen and grabs his kitchen knife and turns to face the door, walking to his desk and moving his chair out of the way.
The rattle shakes harder and harder before there's a soft 'click' and the door swings open.
Cavan stands in the doorway, knife held loosely at his side, his head cocked to the side.
So nice to meet you finally... Raz... and of course... D. You two are monsters... and you deserve to die... Not even my wonderful Master wants anything to do with you anymore... We need information... and that's it...
The words come out slowly, and full of venom.
Raz just smirks and grips his blade harder before rushing forward silently, briefly stepping on the bed to launch himself at Cavan.
Cavan calmly steps to the side of the doorway, Raz coming crashing out onto the walkway, hitting the railing before he swings to his right and slashes out at Cavan. Cavan takes another step back before he slices out at Raz with his own knife, red splattering against the window. An audibly gasp and whimper comes from within the hotel room as Bernard sees the blood. Raz hisses as he grabs his cheek, a deep slash almost making it through the meaty flesh. His shoulders shake slightly before suddenly he grins widely, and moves the hand now covered in his blood to his face and smears it on, almost like his own mask. D shifts the grip on his blade before lunging forward and stabbing at Cavan's chest.
Cavan is taken aback by the transition from Raz to D and just barely manages to jump to the side, catching the blade across his chest and gasping in pain and surprise. He starts to swing his blade around to stab D right in the shoulder but D stops suddenly and throws himself to the side, slamming his body into Cavan's, sending them over the railing and down to the concrete below. Cavan lands first on his back before D crashes right ontop of him, crushing his ribs instantly. D rolls off the stumbles on all fours for a second before standing up unsteadily and looking at the twitching, broken form of Cavan.
I'm going to enjoy... pulling you apart...
Don't talk... just act...
Too late...
D hisses between clenched teeth, switching his blade to his other hand, limping slowly back over to the now almost convulsing body of Cavan. Suddenly a black liquid begins pouring out from behind the mask, pooling on the ground. At first D just thinks that Cavan is hurt, before his whole body begins shaking. D whips around and there He isss. D cccowers, unaaable to face his old Masterrr. Heee leans dddown towards D. Hhheee reaches out to touch D's face, a fllleeting touch, and it pppasses quickly, but D collapses in a heap. Cavan is suddenly gone and D is left, unconscious on the ground. Bernard has been screaming for Raz and comes out onto the walkway and looks down, seeing the huddled form of D on the ground below. He rushes to his side, eager to take care of him.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
LOG 1
LOG BEGIN
Fe wdmts tfe rnky.
Dying in darkness
Fe stgjj sedqafes evem mnw.
Raking fingers over wood
G tfgmi fe's cettgmc ajnse.
Anger boiling over
G wnujk stno Fgl gb I anujk.
Killer intent
Rut G adm rdqejy ieeo Fgl nut jnmc emnucf tn ldie tfgs lessdce.
Encapsulated in a 7 X 4 foot box
Cnks jet tfeqe re d wdy tn stno tfgs.
LOG END
Fe wdmts tfe rnky.
Dying in darkness
Fe stgjj sedqafes evem mnw.
Raking fingers over wood
G tfgmi fe's cettgmc ajnse.
Anger boiling over
G wnujk stno Fgl gb I anujk.
Killer intent
Rut G adm rdqejy ieeo Fgl nut jnmc emnucf tn ldie tfgs lessdce.
Encapsulated in a 7 X 4 foot box
Cnks jet tfeqe re d wdy tn stno tfgs.
LOG END
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