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A First Time for Everything
Misaka Mikoto broke apart a set of chopsticks. And with a blissful grin, she clapped her hands together.
"Itadakimasu~!"
Tonight's contents: Soy Tonkotsu. Thin.
Noodles: Firm.
A quick guide to eating ramen by rubix22.
Step One: Smell. Lean towards your bowl so you can immerse yourself into the aroma of the broth. You'll notice certain subtleties that differentiate this dish from others of different shops. Out of courtesy, sliced ginger is usually placed furthest away in the bowl as to make the scent not too overpowering or conflict with other savory fragrances.
Step Two: Blow and taste the broth. By allowing your sense of smell to sharpen your other senses, you can fully appreciate what makes ramen so special. Be sure to slurp loudly. It's insulting to the chef if you eat quietly. Also, if you have high blood pressure, please be aware of the high salt content you are consuming.
Step Three: The noodles. Take in an appropriate amount and chew. Savor and reminisce. About the times when you were happy. About the times when you were sad. These flavors are meant to be remembered. As with the broth, slurping is highly encouraged here as well.
Step Four: The chaser. A sip of water cleanses your palate, removing lingering oils and salt left on your tongue. This process is referred to as "The Water Cycle". Repeat steps two through four in any order until the bowl is empty. Be sure to thank the chef on your way out.
That's it from me. Now back to the nth-child Displacement Arc.
"Fuuuuu~! Delicious~!"
The Number 3 squealed as she raised a hand to her cheek. Her expression turned gooey from satisfaction.
"…"
…
Briefly glancing at Misaka Mikoto, Accelerator-kun turned his gaze towards his own bowl.
…
Mimicking the Number 3, the boy with white hair and red eyes broke apart a set of chopsticks…
He watched as steam rose up… dissipating into translucent wisps…
…
And then…
He felt himself drift…
…
A First Time for Everything II
[ …(static)]
…
A dull metal tray.
Heavy. Inflexible. Cool to the touch.
Proteins and carbohydrates.
Nothing excessive. Nothing unnecessary.
[ "Go sit over there and eat. We'll start again when you're done." ]
White coats.
Abrasive yet soft.
Plain garbs made of threaded cotton.
Clean. Pristine. Sterile.
[ "Are you listening to me? Go away." ]
Slowly…
Steps…
Growing distance…
Whispers…
[ "What was that? Think he wanted something?" ]
[ "Who cares." ]
…
[ …(static)]
A First Time for Everything III
His bowl continued to steam as he stared. Through the blurred sights and sounds…
A voice surfaced.
"Something wrong?"
…!
"A-Ah… Right… Sorry…"
Accelerator-kun's focus was brought back. He positioned himself closer to his bowl.
"Sorry for what?"
"…"
The small boy paused. His first instinct was to apologize again, but… he realized it would create a loop. And the resulting outcome was a hanging silence.
…
Misaka Mikoto frowned.
"There's no need to apologize for something you haven't done. Now c'mon. Ramen is best when it's hot."
Without missing another beat, the Number 3 continued to eat.
And the boy…
…
Quietly…
He dug in.
It's good.
The Impending Time Crisis
The year is 20XX…
Globalcorp City has announced plans for creating a worldwide network consisting of 64 satellites that will unify communications across all countries. However, special agent Misaka Mikoto discovers that the city's real initiative is to launch an experimental nuclear weapon into space and then sell this weapon to the highest bidder. Together with special agent [REDACTED] codenamed: Accelerator-kun, the two endeavor to expose this nefarious plot while on the heels of various elite mercenary troops out for their lives.
And with this ham-fisted setting…
[ SFX: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! ]
Several gunmen dropped to the ground and faded out of existence.
[ SFX: BLAM! BLAM! ]
Special Agent Misaka Mikoto shouted at her co-op partner while firing a plastic pistol.
"What are you doing?-! You're supposed to shoot at the enemy!"
"I-I know that! My gun stopped working!"
"You're out of bullets! Just take cover!"
[ SFX: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! ]
…!
Special Agent Accelerator-kun noticed a looming shadow.
"A-Aneki! Above you!"
"Ara?"
A giant train car fell on top of the girl, instantly killing her.
"Anekiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii?-!"
The Impending Time Crisis II
"Uh… err…"
Staring off…
Accelerator-kun felt a sharp slap from the back of his head.
"Oh, that's right. Cover."
Ducking behind some debris, he began reloading his plastic firearm automatically.
Okay. Calm down. I just gotta aim and shoot. It's not that hard.
Regaining confidence, the boy stood back up. And he found himself surrounded by more 15+ masked juggernauts all rushing towards him with chainsaws.
"W-Wait! What's with this spawn?-!"
Firing blindly…! One of their heads popped off!
"I… I got one?"
And following that…
Fleshy tentacles sprouted from the dead man's neck…?
"What the-?-!"
The sentient flesh lashed out, coiling around the boy.
"Ggggbhhh?-!"
And in one quick motion…
[ SFX: Snap!]
[ You are dead.]
On Rails(gun) Shooter
Backing out…
"…"
…
Accelerator-kun turned his head from the 'game over' screen over to the Number 3.
"These horror elements kinda came out of nowhere, don't you think?"
"I believe you're supposed to roundhouse kick them at that part. And after that, knife them while they're on the ground."
"That's a different game from a different company."
"Pretty good catch. Wanna give it another go?"
"Um… I don't know. I feel like I'm holding you back… And light guns are surprisingly difficult to use…"
"You'll eventually get used it."
Misaka Mikoto glossed over his statement and popped in a few more tokens.
Backing out further…
The two were at an arcade of sorts.
Collision Detection
Moving forward…
Misaka Mikoto and Accelerator-kun explored the area. While searching for something else to play, the girl asked something innocuous.
"How good are you at fighting games?"
The white-haired boy answered without inflection.
"I've had minimal exposure. I'm not really that experienced."
"Hmm…?"
Eyeing the arcade cabinets nearby…
"How about we try co-op'ing one character? I can main the push buttons while you move the joystick around."
"What kind of ridiculous playstyle is that?"
"It's just a thought."
Finding something familiar, she stepped forward. And Accelerator-kun hesitantly tailed behind.
"Versus it is then."
Collision Detection II
A certain arcade cabinet was selected, and the boy grabbed a footstool to stand on. Settling in, the two started a match.
[ SFX: CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK- ]
[ SFX: CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK- ]
"…"
…
[ SFX: CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK- ]
[ SFX: CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK- ]
"…"
…
Well.
Buttons were pressed. Sticks moved. Pixels animated. They, um, played the game.
Technically, I don't know how much I can describe without certain people getting angry at me, but let's just say they were evenly matched. That's the point.
Asterisks can only do so much, so please understand.
Collision Detection III
As the match went on, the Number 3 started a conversation.
"For someone inexperienced, you aren't doing too badly."
"I'm a fast learner."
"Is that so."
Various muffled sound effects emanated from the machine, signaling what one can assume to be an intense clash taking place. If only they were playing some generic brand fighter, then everyone would see what was going on. But, whatever. It's fine.
"…"
Misaka Mikoto made a suggestion while blankly staring at the screen.
"How about we up the stakes? The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."
"Just what are you deciding all on your own…"
Ignoring his annoyed reaction, she went on.
"I wonder what I'll have you do."
( Accelerator-kun: And why are you already assuming I'll lose…?-! )
"Maybe… I'll invite you to my room?"
Losing his footing, Accelerator-kun slammed his face against the panel. He recovered almost immediately.
( Mikoto: What was that? )
( Accelerator-kun: Nothing. )
Collision Detection IV
The girl pressed forward. A combination of aggression and non-aggression was throwing her opponent off.
"Hm? Did you get motivated?"
"It's self-preservation."
The boy's on-guard approach was discarded. The conditions to win required him to go on the offensive.
"So you know, I won't do anything dirty if you win."
"A-As if I'm thinking anything like that! Rather, aren't you a bit too shameless?-!"
"Huh? Shameless…? If you think visiting a friend's room is an invitation of some kind, aren't you the perverted one?"
"Nnnnh…!"
A critical blow.
"That's…!"
With the clock running out, this was the time to make a comeback.
"That's not what…"
The final stretch. He slammed his fingers.
"You're being…"
And the last few seconds. He gritted his teeth.
"…"
…
Then…
His hands stopped.
Enough…
I don't care…
The match ended with an obvious winner.
10:25 PM
After an exhausting arcade venture…
Accelerator-kun sat slumped on a park bench. In front of him, the Number 3 offered him two canned drinks.
"Choose wisely."
( Accelerator-kun: Ind*ana Jones? )
( Mikoto: Of course. )
The choice presented itself: tea or coffee.
"I'll take this one then."
"You sure?"
"I am."
He cracked open the can with a blank stare. And afterwards, the boy sighed.
"So what's it going to be? Are you really taking me to your room, or do you have something else up your sleeve?"
Misaka Mikoto sat beside him and cracked open the other can.
"Mm? That was a joke. Something to tease you with."
"I should have figured."
Relief with a tinge of bitterness.
All around, the boy could hear a faint buzzing. And he was positive it was from running electricity. Despite it being somewhat late at night, the area reflected a strange weak glow from the distant light fixtures. It was a reminder that the light of Academy City was always within reach.
The boy took a sip and swallowed. It seemed like his day was finally wrapping up.
…
"But really now… winning like that doesn't make me happy at all."
…
Accelerator-kun felt something cold.
"In the end, you gave it to me, right?"
The Number 3 smiled and tilted her head.
"…"
Methodology
Pressure. Misaka Mikoto wasn't being hostile, but… he felt her weight.
"I… I wasn't…"
Biting his lip, he looked away.
"I… I have no idea what you're talking about."
…
He built up another wall. And seeing this, Misaka Mikoto…
"Acting like that won't net you any friends. You'll end up making everyone hate you."
"…"
She struck a nerve. The boy found himself gritting his teeth.
…
"Isn't…
"Isn't… that fine though?
"If there's an easy method to make someone happy, what should it matter if you end up looking good or bad? If you're feeling frustrated, it's your own fault for looking into it too much. Most people don't go that far. So that's why… I'm sure… that's the best way to do things…"
…
"…"
Expressionless.
A moment…
And then…
Misaka Mikoto stood up. Taking away the boy's drink, she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Eh…?"
"In that case, I won't feel sorry at all! Guys who always take the easy way out really are the worst! Blehh!"
The uneven playfulness in her voice continued to throw the boy off balance.
Moon
"I don't think you understand what I-"
"Oh, sure, I understand plenty. Here's another word of advice from your Onee-chan. If you want to be popular, you need to have bigger ambitions than the ones you have now."
"Hey, I just said that I-"
"How about a mental exercise? Reach your hands up and grab a hold of it. Give it a shot and you'll definitely get what I mean."
The weird turn in their conversation confused him.
"What are you talking about?"
Misaka Mikoto pointed towards the bright glowing sphere up above.
"It's not as far as you think it is."
Raising her hand…
"If you position it just right, it's almost like it's already in your grasp, you know?"
…
The boy saw what she was doing.
And without thinking, he found himself doing the same.
"…"
Standing up…
He felt the moon between his fingers.
"Instead of thinking about everyone else, try thinking about yourself a bit more.
"There's nothing inherently wrong about wanting something or being selfish. After all, isn't a bit of self-indulgence a requirement for happiness?"
Moon II
"…"
Briefly, Accelerator-kun lost himself. But quickly…
What am I doing?
He shook his head.
"Are you ready? Prepare yourself now."
"Huh?"
"5… 4…"
For some reason, Misaka Mikoto counted down.
"3… 2…"
The white-haired boy watched as she put her hands on the ground.
"1…"
He looked down towards his feet. He noticed he was standing on a manhole.
"0!"
A devilish smirk. The Number 3 let off a sudden burst of electricity.
And then…
[ SFX: *BFOOM!* ]
Pressurized water shot him up into the sky.
Moon III
Screaming:
"AaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
Reaching the equilibrium point of his ascent, he floated off the manhole.
"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY?-!"
His hands desperately flailed.
"ACK! ENGHH! HHHNGH! Eh…?"
And once more…
It was close.
The closest he had ever been.
"…"
Extending his arm as far as he could…
For the first time…
His world…
…
Felt like nothing.
…
And then…
…
Gravity.
Lap
The boy woke up to a soft feeling on the back of his head.
Noticing this position…
He abruptly pushed himself up. And with that sudden movement, he head-butted the bottom of Misaka Mikoto's jaw.
"GBPPTHHH!"
"NNNGHHH!"
They both grabbed onto their respective sore spots.
"Ugh, err… sorry. Huh? Wait. I'm not sorry at all! You frickin' tried to kill me!"
Accelerator-kun went through a spectrum of emotions and settled on being mad.
"Oh. My bad."
"What is that?-! That nonchalant attitude really ticks me off!"
"Well, frankly, I didn't think you'd fall like that. I figured you would sprout wind tornadoes from your back or something."
"Why would you-?-! That sounds stupid on a conceptual and visual standpoint!"
The Number 3 scratched the back of her head.
"But in the end, I was able to catch you on your way down, right? Don't you think that's worth some praise there?"
"Am I supposed to be a flyball?-!"
"Show me the money!"
"That's a different sport, dang it!"
Continuum Shift
"…"
As Accelerator-kun stared at the girl, he could feel his energy draining.
He let out a breath.
…
What time was it?
How long had it been since he arrived?
From that point then to this point now, what had happened?
Running from place to place, being robbed and recruited by a sketchy gang, writing letters to his future self, getting kicked out of a movie theater, sneaking into zoo, eating ramen, and playing games…
This boy had actually managed to do a lot in the span of a few hours.
Though, these small interactions were taking their toll, exhausting him to no end.
The weight started to manifest…
And finally, he hung his head in defeat.
"I'm tired… My voice is getting hoarse… Being a tsukkomi is hard…"
…
"…"
Misaka Mikoto stood up.
"Then… Let's take a break from that."
…?
She straightened her skirt and gave an adamant expression.
"No antics or punchlines. Let's talk seriously for a moment."
Future
"I won't ask you things like how you got to this timeline or why you came. But… what are you wanting to do from this point forward?
"Do you have a plan?"
"…"
The boy with white hair and red eyes studied her face.
He remembered. The charm that caused this entire incident was no longer in his possession. The cat aptly named Melos had snatched it from him and ran off to who-knows-where. And to his knowledge, there was no obvious way of going back.
His current predicament left him without an allocated space to call 'home'.
…
"If not, then…
"Would you like to spend the night at my place?"
"…"
"It's not a joke this time. Until you figure things out, you can stay with me. And I'll help you out with whatever I can."
…
Once again…
Accelerator-kun felt something cold.
Implication
A good question to ask…
What does Misaka Mikoto stand to gain from befriending this child?
Maybe, she's just being nice.
Maybe, it's a part of her personality, to help people in need.
Maybe, Misaka Mikoto is a good girl with good intentions.
Someone you can trust. Someone you can rely on in times of need.
…
This is… a correct assessment.
…
But this is also a time travel story.
…
So…
What effect will befriending this child do to the world?
What is the reason for telling jokes and playing games, pretending to have always been a friend?
What is the point of guiding him with advice, telling him ways to avoid a life of isolation?
…
What is Misaka Mikoto hoping to achieve here?
…
To kill with kindness…
That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
Perfect World
"Do you still not trust me?"
Change.
"I promise you, it'll be fun!"
Change.
"There's so many people I want you to meet! Kuroko, Saten-san, Uiharu-san…"
Because…
"Kongou-san and her friends… They're all really nice people."
Because I despise the current you.
"Oh… and there's also the dorm room manager. She'll probably get angry if she finds out, but I'm sure it'll work itself out."
Because remembering makes me feel sick.
"There's nowhere else you can go, right? Consider it. There's not much you can lose by counting on me."
That's why you should-
"In the end, I'm just trying to look out for y-"
"That's a lie, isn't it?"
Crumble
Misaka Mikoto stopped at that outburst.
"…"
The boy with white hair and red eyes continued to study her face.
"That's…
"That's right… I'm supposed to tsukkomi…"
He regained his composure.
"Everything you're saying… sounds ridiculous.
"I don't understand. Why are you being so nice to me?"
The Number 3 started to speak up again.
"It's because I'm-"
"We aren't friends."
"…"
"No matter how I think about it, we can't be friends.
"If that was true, shouldn't you be more worried? The person you know isn't here right now. And yet, you're…"
…
Perhaps…
This boy was too smart for his own good.
"Did I… do something wrong…?"
Black
"You… you're overthinkin-"
"If you don't tell me, I'll just ask that researcher. Hamazura, was it?"
"…"
Misaka Mikoto messed up. The image she was building was slowly beginning to topple.
"What are you trying to change…?"
Her vision was becoming too narrow.
"If someone got hurt, I'm sorry, but…"
She couldn't say it. She couldn't explain without destroying everything.
"Was it… really that bad?"
…
The girl felt a snap. She couldn't control herself. The stress she had been hiding for so long began to appear on her expression.
She could no longer see a child in front of her.
"If you want an answer, then fine.
"The answer is yes."
White
"Yes."
"You did everything wrong.
"You hurt so many people.
"And yet you're living pretty well off despite that, huh?
"Do you even know how much I've suffered because of you?
"Do you think I'd be okay with seeing your face?
"Of course not. That's absurd.
"I… hate it.
"I hate it. I hate it. I hate it."
"How am I supposed to suddenly accept that you're the victim when you had so many opportunities to stop?-!"
"Why didn't you turn around?-! Why didn't you give up?-! Why didn't you realize it sooner? Just…!"
"What… made you think that you were right?"
…
"It hurts…"
…
"It… would be so much easier if you didn't exist…"
Gray
Misaka Mikoto's hands were shaking.
Realizing what she had just said…
"Ah… no… I didn't mean…"
The boy with white hair and red eyes was…
The Number 3 quickly took a step forward. She reached out.
"It… it doesn't have to be like that though!
"We can forget about all the bad things!
"We were… having fun, weren't we?"
Accelerator-kun took a step back.
"…"
He stared and…
"I… don't understand…"
Another step back.
"I think I get it, but I still don't understand."
The distance between them grew.
"Forcing yourself to be like this… won't fix anything, will it?"
The Number 3 couldn't move any further.
"Wouldn't it be better… if we just left each other alone?"
The sounds of buzzing began to overwhelm.
Her expression began to shatter.
Ignorance
A good question to ask…
Was Misaka Mikoto aware of the consequences of her actions? About the possible negative effects she could incur on the timeline?
Maybe she did.
Or maybe she didn't care.
I can't say much about what was going on in her head since…
I barely have a grasp on what these characters are anymore in this comedy, tragedy hybrid.
Another question…
A question that I still believe remains unanswered:
What did Misaka Mikoto want?
Well…
I doubt even she knows at this point.
…
So left alone, this girl stared vacantly into the ground.
The boy with white hair and red eyes was nowhere to be seen.
And by herself…
…
She slowly clenched her fists.
"I know…"
T̴̸͈̣̰̟̙̻̻̙̎̆ͣͣ̍̅̓̀͗̿̂͒̾̂́̚͘į̜̠͖̠̜̮̙́̃͂̉̈̈ͪ̂̈́̃ͣ̄͢͢m̴̶̖̣̘̲̻̦̳̦͈͚̜̖̱̻̱͚͑̌̆ͦ͡e̴̶̗͖͚̤̻̣̬͖͖͎͉̲͚͙͆̅̑ͪͤ̏́̚͢ͅl̸̨̼͎̹͍̬̟̺̣͉̭͐͐̂̀̀ͅi̛͙̠̞͈̤̮̜̻̹̖̜̥̝͑ͦͮͭͥ̔̚͡͡n̶̙̺̹̭̩͇͔͉̳͈̭͐̌͒ͩ́̇ͥ̅ͨ̊̍͊ͪͮͦ̋͘͜ę̴͖̗͚̦͍̭ͦͪ̆̋ͪ͂̈́̓͗̆̂̓͋͌͒͆̂̚̚͜:̵̷̪͙͈̗͎̜̭̤̘̞̮̗̫̲̠ͤͣ̀̊̽͗̀͘ ͓̙̩̘͚̙͓̲̜̟͈̺ͯ͊̂̑͒ͤ̊ͣ̓̈́ͣͨͧ͐̿̕͜ͅ1̨̛̱̰̤̼̦̪͈͙͓̟̩͍̘̲̩̏ͩ̇͌ͨ̇ͩ͆͘͝ͅ0̢̐̌ͧ͋͐̒ͪ̾͛͗ͮ̓̒ͩ̑ͯ̅͌͢͏̥̳͖̱̫̞̖̪͎̠̠̲̘̪̦̤͎,͛͂̌ͨ͒͒̃̽͐͆̾̾ͤͧͮ̽̚̚҉̸͉͎̯͍͉̫͔̗̣ͅ ͩ̇ͧ̈́̎̾̎ͪ̉ͥ̽ͣͦͮ̊̇͋͗ͬ͏̨̛̱͍̥̲͙̰̗̠̼͢1͉̟̥̣͍̠̬̼̦̙̝̥́ͭͪ͂̌͠ͅ,̛ͥ͊́͗̓̎̿̇̐̉͌ͤ̒ͥ͘͏̨̭̠͉̻͈̣̯͎͖͍̮̺̝̞̲͔͠ͅ ̡̛̛̘̬̙̠̤͔̳͉̟̠̠̟͔̜̎̾̔͌2̀̌̒͠͡͏̥̭̮̟͈̦̞̠̗̮͚̠̼͉,̴̹̳͇̖̩ͦ́̽͋̀ ̻͕̭͓͕͕͗͊̋͗͛͑͐̑̒̇̓̄̃̆͂̿̈̎́̕͢ͅ4̨̲̙̱̳̮̤͓͔̱̖͉͎̱̜̙̲̱͎̎̍ͭ̽̊̎ͯͩ̄͂ͪ͌̿͌̓ͭ̌́̚͢͠,̶̛̤̘̤̱̟͖̉̊́̈́̽̅̓͂ͣ̊̒͗͘͟ͅͅ ̡̛͙̳̰͈͓̐̈͆ͣͧͭͣ̀ͪͬ̓ͩ̉͜͡8̷̴̡̜̗̜̯̝ͥ̏̔ͣ̏̔͌̂̀͛̓͋̀͝,̴̘͍̬̤̩̝ͥ͂ͤ͊̇̎̉͌ͮͯ͂͒́ͭ̕͢ͅ ̛͇̩̠͍̭̫̫̣̳̰̻̞̩̹͗ͮ͂͌͆̒ͦ̾̈́ͫ̓̎̽ͧ̓̈̀͡ͅ9̸̴̧̦͙̖̝̰͉̳̱͔̟̦̻̎̌͆ͭ͗ͅ,̸̢̧͉̺̠̞̪̼̠͕̦͎̖͛ͫ̐͂ͬ̃ͦ̄͒̎̔͘͠ͅͅ ̵̷̡̨̭̺̱̺̖ͮ̿͒ͭ̎͗̓ͨͯ̿̚͟1̨͔̻̫̦̝̹͖̜̲̩̤̳͖͊̅ͯ͛̊͗̿͒ͤ̅̑ͧ̃ͣ́̒̚͝͞ͅ9̸̛̦̙̪ͥͭ̆͗͐ͭͩ̂̃̒ͦ͊̈ͨ̔̆̉̓̕-̷̴͚͇̣̺͖̘̠̤͕̺͈̝̦̺͚̦̓ͧ̒͒ͫ̇͌ͣ͒̆ͫͨ̊ͪ͛̑̿̎̚͜2ͩ̆̏̂ͩ̓ͯ͊̑͆̇҉̛́҉̪̻̫̼̝̜̘̟̯8̴̢̘̜̩̝̖̝͓̅́͐̅͟͢͝ͅ,̶̨̩͉̘͉̮̗͇̱̞͙͊̋ͭͧ̏͐͛̔̅ͦ̌̋̊̾̚͟ͅ ̴̧̜̮͉̩̞̻̬͈͇̲̲͚ͣ̑̌ͧ̿͢͞3̴̛̠͎̠̣̰̠͔͔̪̯̖̲̟̭͈͉͍̻̟̽͒̎̐ͨͨ͂͗̓ͭ͌ͦ͆̀̚͠,̵̧̧͚̠̦͍̞̙̪̮̼̥͍͓̬̫̹͙́̎ͥ́̄͐̃͑̀͋̑̐ͯ͑͠͠ͅ ̴̨̛͊͋͆̑͑ͥ́҉͉̠͇͉̝̝̗̲̺̳͎̥̦̫̟̫̺2̧͖͕̟̺̲̲͇̼̠̭̰͔̋̄ͪͩ̒͌̌̚͟9ͬ̍͆̏ͧ͗̒̊͑͊ͤ͂̊͗̓͏͈̦̰̭̰̺̘̖͔̭̟͙̞̪̦̗͟͠-̸̵̵̼̼͇̙͖͉̲̺͉̭͑͆̍̊̈́͊͐̓͑̀ͧ̅̍͋̅̆̂̐ͅ3͇̰̺̻̻̱͖͍̞ͩͬ͗̃ͯ̾̿͌͛ͪ̎́́͡͞5̸̨͚̭̟̲͉̮̜̼̣̱̝̻̠̘̱͔̖͗ͪ̇͊͘͞͡,̆̄̽ͯ̀ͮ̈́͛ͦ̽̓ͨ̇͂ͨ͐҉̧̫̖͙̫̩̙̕͟ͅ ̶̤̥̺̙̥̤͍̬͕̗̗͔̤͇̥̝̠͊̽͆ͪ͂́ͮ̾̒͠x̨̀͑͛ͬ̐̀ͣ̀̀̿ͪ̊͂̎͊̕͠҉̺̞͈͔̘̺̺̜͔̼̬,̸͍̫̳͑̉̿̉̈͛ ̧̌͂̏̉͐ͪ͐͜͏̰̙̳̳̼̖1̡̛̦͈̱̯͈̞̻̆͌̐ͭ̆ͦ̄ͣͬͦͦͯ̀̚̚2̴̝̲̠̟̭͖͎ͣ̈́̏͗̀ͪͧ̕͜͟͞-̃̄̂ͩ̏̾ͮ̏̓ͪ͗̿̒̿͌̚҉̮̼̫̥̻̖̦̱͇͇̜̭̟̼̙̪̰̞͟͜͝ͅ1̛̛̻̯̮̖̜̗ͥ͋̒̈́̏͆̇ͪ̅̎ͯ̐̉̊ͥ͌̉̚̚͟7̷̟̙̫̦̺̪̘̼̘̭͇̗͚̻̋́ͫͨͯ́́,̴̸̞͉̬̲̞͓̱͉̮̈́ͮ̂̿ͨ̐͗̈́͆̃͟͝ ̶̸̧͎̫̺̟̰̱̤͕̹̞̍ͮ̂̈́ͦ̒̐ͤ̊̊ͤ̆̀̚͝x̵̲̬̤͈͕̤͉͇͕̹̺̗̞̒̍ͯͯͩ͌ͣ̒́͐̈̒ͦ̽̋ͬ͊̆̑͟͠ͅͅ,̶̮̪͎͙̘̝͍̞ͩ̌ͭͯ̋ͦ̒ͩ̇͋̐ͨ̏̅ͯ͢ ̛̂ͨ͐̃ͫ͛̄͑̔̋͒̀̔̉͗̅͛ͥ̀͏̰̱̭̞̪͚̺͎̼̮̩͚̲̭͜5̒ͩ͆̋̊ͪ҉̵͙̻̙͕̜̣̬̱̙͈̲̗̺͓͢͡ͅ-̧̦͔͕̙̟̗̳̘̹̬͔̬̮̦̹͛̋̾͑̎͑̆ͥͣͨ͢͠ͅ7̹̺̙̳̟̗̞̮̯̪̮̲̰̥̈͐ͩ͗͑̅ͭͪͤ͟,̷̒̈́ͪ͆̂͑̅͋̆͏͠҉͚͎̮̖͔͓̝͓̗̪̮̞͚̗̤̭ͅ ̶̖̮̺͈͇̟̊̈ͬ̂͆͋̅͌ͤ̅́͊ͪ̅ͨ̄̀ͅx̸̨̜̟̯̦̹̪̭̠͎̣̝͓͚̰̟̮͎̝͆̓ͣ͊͋̑́̚,̴̡̲̬̙͇̫̻̩̞̖͕̙̤͉̲̹͕́͆͒̐̍̊̾͋͌ͩ͛͘͟ ̵̗̟̝̣͙̼̘̾͑͌͐̊ͪͧ̉ͤ͜1̵̨̱͔̙̮̺͔̬̠͚̱̩̘̮̼̦̤͚͔͓͂̍̾̅͑͆̔̈1̧̩̠̟̭͙̲̯͇̦̫̱̈́̎ͤͥ̿ͪ̐̾ͨͦ̉̂̽̕
