First of all, before it starts, I would like to thank all of you who have enjoyed reading my story. Although I have been lacking inspiration, I managed to finish this chapter, which was personally hard to write.
Anyways, enough excuses. The curtain rises and now the Comedian enters.
We got Speedy's replacement or should I say… Red Arrow's replacement.
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Okay, that was rude of me, but I can't really think of another way to describe the blonde archer who just joined us.
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And that kind of pissed the archer off a bit.
Why and how am I unintentionally offending every female team mate in this team? This has to be quite an accomplishment despite having only two female members in the team.
I mean, this is discrimination for fuck's sake! Kid Flash literally said the same thing and acts hostile to her, so why am I the one who's getting all the hate?!
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Eh, whatever. Fuck it. I was in no mood for that kind of bullshit after we destroyed a robot who could rip off every power from the Justice League(humanity has technology like this and they still haven't cured cancer? WTF?!) and fighting that Cheshire bitch.
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Yeah, she was one hell of a bitch and to tell you why, let us take a hippity hoppity fuckery trip down my memory lane.
A knuckled fist smashes into the temple of the assassin as my other hand grabs firmly on her crazy wild hair.
"You know… I never understand people who choose close combat, but have such long hair" I spoke as I twisted her hair and maneuvered her entire body to avoid being killed by Raphael(from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)'s weapons. "It's just dumb"
"You know… I never understand people who talk during a fight" Growled Cheshire as she successfully cut me as the sharp weapon nearly rendered my left arm useless as I had to let go of her hair. "It's just stupid"
A tick mark appeared on my forehead as I grabbed Sasha from behind.
"Oh, so are we provoking each other now?" I sneered as I pumped my shotgun, changing my cartridge into smokescreens. "Two can play that game"
"As if a simpleton like you can provoke an assassin who went through—"
"YO MAMA'S SO FAT, SHE—"
And that's pretty much to talk about.
Unfortunately, she wasn't provoked enough to have her actions compromised, but I could definitely feel her annoyed frown that was stretched upon her face. But somehow after the "Joe Mama" incident with Cheshire, Artemis began to dislike me, sending subtle glares now and then.
Now… where was I? Oh, yes. Our new mission.
"KID FLASHHHHH! YOU HAD ONE JOB! JUST ONE FUCKING JOB!" I roared as I was clutching hard on Aqualad's manboobs while Artemis was clutching mine, which were preventing us from falling into a pit of boiling lava. "IF WE GET OUT OF HERE ALIVE, I'M GOING TO CHEMICALLY CASTRATE YOU!!!"
Ah yes. Doctor fucking Fate. Just disappeared out of the blue and we were sent to this mysterious tower to investigate his whereabouts. We just had one job in entering the tower… just one teeny little job, which was telling the truth…
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Until Kid Flash blew it up.
"What did I do?!" Whined Kid Flash, still not knowing what the heck he had just done as he was being supported by M'gann who was descending too dangerously, due to her Martian biology.
"We're sent here by Red Tornado!" I screamed at the tower before Aqualad lost strength due to the heat. "We're here to look for Kent!"
Then, the magic happened as the tower saved us from deep frying my balls.
"Mother-fucker!" I yelled using Samuel L. Jackson's accent as I poked into Kid Flash's chest. "Did you have any idea how simple words can kill all of us?!"
"H-hey!" Yelled Kid Flash annoyed as he swatted my finger away. "Chill out man! Why are you so upset?!"
"Why… am I so upset…? Are you actually saying why I'm upset?! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY…?! URG!" I screamed as I began to stomp on the cold tile floor that once had the boiling lava. Then, after venting my frustration on the floor that tried to kill us, I grabbed Wally by the front of his shirt and pulled him close, not caring for the others who were trying to calm us down.
"YOU NEARLY KILLED ALL OF US!" I screamed in the teenager's face. "I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS OF YOUR DENIALS AND SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATIONS FOR WHY MAGIC IS A LOAD OF BULL, BUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE, DID YOU NEED TO LIE THAT BAD?!"
That… seemed to break Wally as he suddenly looked very apologetic to all of us.
"... s-sorry guys…" He murmured as his gaze lowered down.
I simply let out a puff and adjusted my jacket as I felt the tension and frustration leaving me.
"Just… don't fuck it up again" I grumbled.
"Wait… you don't believe in magic?" Spoke M'gann, breaking the awkward silence as she questioned her thoughts to Wally. "Why?"
"He's a science guy" I told her casually. "Therefore, he's in denial"
"Hey! I'm not in denial!" Yelled Wally as he crossed his arms. "You can't deny what doesn't exist!"
"Shall we prove that?" Spoke Aqualad with a smirk as he reached for the trapdoor on that happened to be there on the cold tile floor.
"H-hey! Don't open that! The backdraft of the lava will— wha…?"
Along with Wally West, my eyes widened as I stared at the descending staircase that was connected to a place that resembled the arctic areas as there were lots and lots of snow while the winds howled. Damn… that was pretty impressive.
"So what's your scientific explanation for that?" Spoke Artemis with a smug smirk as she put her hands on her hips.
"Ever heard of string theory?" Spoke Wally as we jumped into the desolate lands. "This whole space is just a pocket dimension"
Artemis's smug look dissolved instantly as it was replaced with a scowl, but as those two were busy giving each other death glares, a fancy looking cane that happened to be floating caught my eye.
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Wait a minute. That cane… I saw it before… Yes, indeed I have. In Mt. Justice, where Red Tornado pulled up a file to show us Kent Nelson/Doctor Fate, I could clearly remember seeing that cane that was held by the hundred and six year old overpowered magician.
"Hey… this is Kent Nelson's cane" I exclaimed as I walked over to it as I grabbed hold of the floating object.
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In hindsight, I really shouldn't have done that and let somebody else take it. Because the last thing I remember after grabbing that was being stunned by a blast of yellow light. Discombobulated, nauseous, and while having some difficulty with breathing, somebody grabbed hold of me and threw me into a room.
Then, when I got my senses together I looked up at Kent Nelson who was smiling warmly at me while holding his magic cane. Of course it was fucking magic… the scraps of discarded codes that were used to form reality picked up by those who were also discarded.
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I-I feel sick… I feel so sick… I feel so sick…
"Are you alright?! Can you hear me young man?!"
The shouting from Kent Nelson shook me awake from my stupor and I flashed the old man a grin.
"Heh… where were you this whole entire time? Kidnapped by a Devil or something?" I said, attempting to crack a joke.
"In a matter of fact, yes" Spoke Kent Nelson as he smiled slightly.
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"What?" I spoke as I started to feel my throat becoming dry.
"Apparently Abra Kadabra subdued me, catching me off guard… A foolish mistake of my own" Sighed the old man as he pressed a button in the elevator(I just happened to realize that this was an elevator). "But it's not him that I'm worried about… It's Klarion who's the real trouble. He's the Witch Boy and the Lord of Chaos and if he gets his hands on the Helmet of Fate… well, I'll have to make absolutely sure no such thing happens as long as I live"
"That's a death flag right there old man" I joked, stopping him before he killed himself and at the same time distracting myself from the fact that we were up against a literal Lord of fucking Chaos.
Aw fuck. I did not sign up for this kind of shit.
"Now, don't be too distressed" Spoke Nelson as he tried his best to reassure me, but failing miserably unknowingly to him. "If I get the Helmet of Fate, we'll solve this situation within seconds. Have a little faith in this 'old man'"
"That's what the last guy said before Question and I threw him over the building… uh… he was in a case of extreme embezzlement and we made sure to tie the rope around his ankles" I added quickly as Kent gave me a weird look.
Thankfully, the elevator went ting and we finally got off in a room that had an enormous golden bell. Suddenly, a fabric of space was literally ripped apart as all of my friends came tumbling down onto the floor except for M'gann who flew gracefully down to the floor. Oh boy… I couldn't possibly explain the relief I felt from seeing them all alive and well. Maybe it was the sudden shock of learning that we were up against Klarion that got me more excited to see larger numbers.
But that all changed when the Witch Boy and the futuristic magician attacked.
"SHIT!" I screeched as volts of electricity flickered at my feet. Then I realized a horrifying thing. I was missing Sasha and all of my battle equipment. Of course I left them back in the jet! You don't need weapons for a simple "Searching a missing person" mission and I sure as fuck didn't see this coming! The only lethal shit I have is the emergency pistol I carry in my right ankle, but that'll do shit to a Lord of Chaos!
In other words, we're good as fucked as long as Kent Nelson doesn't turn into Doctor Fate ASAP. But, he had to be alive to do that amazing shit.
Quickly supporting Kent Nelson, I helped the old man get near the golden bell, which he tapped it with his cane. Suddenly, ripples were sent across the metallic surface. Then, following Kent Nelson through the rippling bell, I found myself blinking at the sudden darkness that came from my surroundings. We were outside, at the very top of the tower and lo and behold there was the Helmet of F—
The END
How… d ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜eath ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜… Do ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜om ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜… Clock… Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick
̶͔͈̟̣̱̱̝͓̙̮͎̦͎̱͂̓̓̉̋ diȩ̵͓͙̭̀̾́͑̑̇̌̕̚͠ ̵̧̢̧͉͍͚̹̖̠͎͛̕ ̶̡̺͉̩̪̠̱̗͎͎͈̱̻̃̈̽̾̓̅̍͑̒̕͜͠͝ ̴̩͈̱͙̺̫͌̌ ̷̲͎̪̼̩̺̩̹̱̣̤̠̤̔͘ ̷̻̏̈̒̃͠ ̷̧̼̻̪̩̗͕̼͈̤̖̬̍͋̑͠͝ͅͅ ̷̡̬̮͇̳͈̱̍ ̴̧̯̗̳̺͇͕͇̹̗̦͖̬͗͜ ̶̗̙̤͈͍̈̊̄̏͑͗͋̈́̊̾̇͝ ̵̨̛͍̰̞̥̠̙̺̎̓̎̄̆͑́͆̚̚͘ ̸̢͔̝̠̥̯͇̠̩̏̃͐͆̿ ̷̛̟͉̰̦̈̈́̏͊̈́͌̏̾͜͝ ̷̡̹̝͎̩̇̒̅̋̽̄̃͘ ̶̢̢̢͍͙͍̞͚̠̹̙̬̪̭̽̓̓͑̊̀̈́͝ ̶̢̩̟͇̹̞̻̠̞̬̣͖̇͗̎͊̓͑̅̕͜ͅ ̸̡̛̗̦̻͍͔͇̰̫̬̽́̓̍̿̈̏̓͠ ̸̛̻̼̦͇͚̺͛̒̈́͛̐̀͐̀̕̕͘͠͝ ̵̼͕̥̯̲͓̦̼̲͋͌̊̑̉̽͝ ̸̡̳̦̟̲͉͈̮̭̯̟̐̿̚ ̶̝͉̟̙̱͓͇͈̻̔̇̌̈́̀͑̓͆͝͝ ̷̢̡̡͎̟̻̰̖̦͈̞̤̭̞͊̓̉͐͆̓̑̓͐̿́̂̿̒͠ ̴̧̛͔̙̅͌͆̐͐̅̈́͗̇̾̀̕̚ ̷̢͙̹͖̓̔̋͌̎̿ ̶̭̰̗̪̱͍̖͒̏̿̈́̀̿̋̀̐̋̕̚ ̷̨̧̣̳̣̦͉͖͔̬̗̓̀͛ ̸̡̥̦̜̞̣͙̜̫͕̗̝̮̗͓͑̿͌̎̈́̾̿̋̃̅̈́̍̕̕ ̸̧̨̢̨̦̤̙̯̫̩̼͌̇̾͐̆͊́͒́̊̚͘͝ ̵̼̾̚͠ ̴̡̜͍̤̺͓̳̫̥̝̀͗̈́͜ ̶͓̲͕̜̼̟͙̣̪̥̼̓̄͌̂̿̈̇̆̾̒̕̚͘͜͠ ̴̗͖̣͓̮͕̜͙̳̰͇͉͚̳̮̈̐̈́̽̅̊͊̔͒̀̕͠ ̵̮́̇̉͒͒͘̕̕ ̴͖̂ ̴̛̤̬̲̳̗̩̻̰̬͈̗͈͔̺͉̈́̓͛̒̔̍ ̶̪̪͙̤͉̈́̍̆̐̋̿̆͂̋̚͘͘͘ ̷̗̺̤͌̐̀͒̽̏͛͘ ̸̡͇͚̻̯̼̜̭̮̱͓̝͛͂͊̀́̆͂̅̈́̍̊̈͘͝͝ͅ ̶̨̢̧̘̟̥̠̝̞̦̣̪̩̎̚͜͝͝ ̸̯̮̤͉̳̗͔̤͎̿̀͐̈͆̇̄̕ ̷̡̠͎͇͂͑ ̶̡̡͙̥̯̙͚̜̹͉͇̾̈́̀̀͛̃̀̎͊ ̸̺̱͕́̂͊̇̇͂̿̉͂͐̓͐͘ ̴̫͔̣̘͈̬͙̿̚ ̵̤͖͖̲̰͎̤̜̑̆͘ ̴͓̲͍͌́̏͑ ̵̛̭̫̲̩̣̽̎͐̄̐́͊̇̂̚͝ ̴̬̠̩̝͍̙̲̗̦͛ ̸̨̧̩͖͍̭̝̗͈̤͙̰̥̾̂́͂̾͐͋̑̎̎́̚̕ ̶͔͒ ̴̜͚͙̬̞̠͇͖̻̯͓̣͇͔͓̉̏͊̓̒͊̏͛ ̸̮̂̓ ̸͇̠̘̦̗͒̽͆̑̊̾ dię̶̡̣̟̲͖̘͓̣̖̲̖̍̎͌͛͜ͅ ̵̛͙̟̗̗̫̗͖͎̰͛͛̔͆͒̿̾̆̚͜ ̵̝͕̝̦̹̗̈́̉͆̾͆͂̋̄̋ ̸̡͖͍͎̮̰̺̩̪̦͒̀̓̆͋͌̾ ̴̨͖̯͕͚̭̣̼́͛͑̿̓͒̅̊̿̆̿͑͒̀͜ ̸̡̣͙̭̦͉̖̰͔̜̫̙͔͋̿̾͋̿̑͊͒͌̉͐̐̋͘͜͝ͅ ̷̡̛̥̺̣̓̇̊͑̅̀̀͋͑̉̕͝͝ ̴̖͍͒͐̌̊͌̃̐̒͘͘͝͝ ̷̰̦̺̬̮̞͑̍ ̷̥̭͍̞́̃͛̆̈́́̿͋̂̈́̈͛̕ ̷̠̦͓̗̱͚͉͚͉͊͒̈́̽͑̉͌̑̽͘͜ ̵̡̛̤̭̲̊͗̾̔́̽͗̀̑͑̔̕͝ ̶̹͆̈́̆̎̂̅͒͂̃͐̈́̚̚ ̸͉̘̙̐̾̔͒͋̽͂͝ ̸̮̮͚̜͑͂͑̈́̎͌͐̑̿̔͋̕̕͝ ̴̧͔͉͖͍̳̻̬̲̙͖́̾͌̃͋͂̀͘͠͝ ̸̛̠̦̜̗̟̣̖̹͙̰̘͊̓̌̿́̑̀̕͠͝ͅ ̵̢̢̮̝͙̯͎̺͍̥̞̈́̑͒̓̾̋̍̾̓̅́̓͐̃̕͜ͅ ̴̜̒̃̔̏̈́͗̑͛̄͌ ̷̡̥͚͙̻̂͌̿̉̉̐̕͘ ̶̝̯̦̻͙̤̩̈́ ̶͖̤̳͓̈́̈́̓͑̀̄͂̍̔̑͘͠͝͝ ̶̛͔͆̋̉̑̔̅̆̀̎̇̄̔̃̕ ̶̯͑̉́̿̄̀͋̚͝ ̶̢̢̘͔̯͉̝̤̪̖̹͇̋͌̽̐̏̄̉̕ͅ ̵̧̙̜͎̖͈̬̭͍͕̘̺̻̜̉͂̈̈́̏͑̊͌͝͝ ̴̡̢̦̟̮̹̑͛̓̈́͝͝ ̵̭̪̳̍͒̾ ̶̤́̉̄̽̃̒̋̉̈́̀͋͘͝͠ ̴̢̜̼͙̖̘͎͇̦͔̳̆̾̕͝ ̵̧̨̨̤͈͈̮͈͈͓̦̭̹̙̆̂̉̅́͒͛̏͠ͅ ̴̡̡̺̥̥̝͈̮̺̣̳̲̲͂̇͒̒́̾͗͘͜ ̷͈̂̌̀̇̐ ̵͙͊̾̊̓̍́̌͠ ̷̢̡̮̼̤̻͇̣̳̖̰̪͆̈̐̑́̍͛̈́̉̆̅̈́͠ ̷̭̹̜̟̺̤̙͙̮͓̑͛̐̒͜ ̴̧̼͕̝͎̘̍̓ ̵̢͙̫̲͓̺͖͛̊̍̑͠ͅ ̶̨̬͇̥̯͔̙̟̝̟̟̀̈́̔̍͜͜ ̶̨̡͉̼̩̈́̀̓̌̾͗͆͌̈́͘̚͠ ̸͔̜͈͓͈͋̽͌̽̾̓͆̾́̒̔͊͝ ̴̩̟̱͈͉̞̙͕̺̠̽́̈́͌̎̄̃̋̚̚̕̚͠ ̶̡̨̨̳̭̽̊̉̀͐̑͊̽̀͒̇̈̆die ̵̲̭̻̖̗̺̻͙̻̀̑̎͊̌̏͆̏̀̂͆̋̏͜ͅͅ ̷̛̺̞̟͇͕͈̖̣̐́̽̌͊͋̓͛̓̚͘ ̵̗͓̪͙̲̯͙͈̰͉̒͆́͗̄͝ ̵̝̩͕̦͔̰̳͉̰̱̃̇͐̎̽͊̚͠ ̴͙͙̅̏͘ ̷͉̠̩̗̬̠̯͙͇̙̥͚̈́͒ ̶̢͖͓̣̌͛̉͒ ̵̡̨̡͙͕̺͍̙̱͈͚͋̒̃̾̑̓̔͋ ̶̖͓̬̮̦͕̺͑͊͆̔̌̍̃̉̅̕͜͠͝͠ͅ ̸̢̱̺͕͔̮͚̞̥̠͈̟͓͑̆͌ ̸̛̳̝̩̺̆̈́̿̔̈́͑̀̔͛͌̚͝ ̸͓͇̘̭͉̼̤̽̕ͅ ̴̢̹̗̝͓̯̪̘̏̈́̄̕̕ ̵̛̛̮̣̪͕̔̔̾̑̃͂̒̉͠͝͝͝ ̴̭̿̏̑̉̿͋͊ ̴̡̛̜͈̯̞͖͕̠̺͗͛̐̀̃̌̉̓̑̀͠ ̸̡̢͈̞̺̘̯̰͈̭̜͇̍͜ ̵̛̪̫̬̻͎̗̰͕͍̜̻̞̲͚̅̂͘͘ ̶̨̛̘̟̻͕̟̳̩̭̘̯̭͑͋̃̿̔͆̌̊̕ ̶̹̃̂̂́̐͗͘ ̷̜͕̖͔̗̆́̐̅ͅ ̸̧͖̠͕̞̤̱͍̗̗̹͔͖͆͑͗̈̾̾͐̒̂̕̚͝͝ ̶̢̥̲̤̝̱̱̙̪͒͌̑̎̑͜͝͝ ̵̘̺̟̥͇̰͖͍͕̬͎͂ ̸̛̦͎̼͚͈̣̥͓͜ ̶̢̲̩̰̹̯̹̣͌̔̀͊̿̾̅̈́͋͛̀̃͌͜͝ ̷͍͉͚̙̭̖̋̃ͅ ̴̛̛̞͚̈́͒̄̆̓̍́̃̓͛ ̵̨̱̣̣̝̳̗̌͒͆͘͝ ̷̧̱͇̣̝̅̈́́͒͆͒͐̚̕͝ͅ ̶̧̨̙̯̳̠̣̻͇͓͔̜͍̒̉͋̿͂̇͛̔̚͝͠ ̸͖̱̃͗͑̽̍̒̂̀̏͋͋̏̀ ̵͉̱̰̬̬̖̦̎̏̃̎̌͛̔̏͐͝ ̸̡̥̬̟̫̄̉̾̄́͂̃̊̽͐̎̆̓̕̕ͅ ̸̛̳̳̮̠̰̻̮͉̪̹̤̝͓̹͒̊͛̐̚ͅ ̵̢̛̤͈͓͇̬̳̘̱̌̀̍̾̌̌͐͒̕͘ͅ ̶̨̰̦̣͙͚̭͙͛̓́͠͠ ̸̡̡̫̲͔͕̱̘͚̤̪͑̈́̇́͌̄̈̅͒͒͑͘̚͠ ̶̡̧̡̜͚͛͑́́̈́͘ ̴̛͕̣͍̋̈̒̇̌ ̶̛̦̮̭̦̪̗͗̈́̊̔ ̴̢̢̛͍͕̲̣̜̏̄̐̏̃̒̾͌̀͋̎̾̿̐ ̶̱̠̞̯͍̤̹͚̝̙̆̆͊͗̂͑͑͛̓̾͋̆̂͝͝ ̴̨̜̳̪̜̼̳̜̭̽̄͌͊ ̴̦̹̹́͜ ̶̜̙̟͉̺̼͉̙͊̃̾͘ͅ ̶̯̘̮̳̤̥͚̙̤̳̟͂͗͂ ̴̛̦͂̔̔͆͘ ̴̧͖͉͍̲̰͓̹̫̣̄̏̈́͆̎̐͒̀̃̋̄̀̚ ̵̨̡̧̟̹̬̰͚̣̥̫͖͈̹͋̀̇̔̿̀̅̓͂̌͘͝ ̸̛͖̑͐̋͆̕͠͝ death̷̨̡̡͍̲̫̩̖̣̺̬̹̎̇̋͠ ̶̦̌̀̽̎̈́͛̂̍̉̈̏̚̕ ̶̩͈̙͇͉͙̙͚̤͔̭̣̘͙̔͗̔̌̏̔̽̏̈́͌̕͠͝͝͝ ̴̧̧͕̳̰̪̘̫̹̤̤̖̠͍̇͑̈͜ ̴̢̩̥͉̣̜̜̝̻̱͖̦̅̔͜ ̶̡̧͇͖̜̬͎̗̱̭̱̩̌̒͐̈̾̆̈́̈́̃̌̈́̈͝͝ ̶̢̡̡̻̩͔͚̖̟̱͈̈́̅͌͐̉̒̉̈́̿͌̀ ̴̧̫̦͔̜̙̼͕̩̠͌̂͂̏ͅ ̴͉̳̬̭͔̖͌̀͋̉̈́̈́͋̂͝ ̷̜͖̼̼͙̰̤̜̺̪̝͖̪́̿̓͂͘͝͝ ̸̨̡̭̩̜̝̖̻͆̊̎̔̑̚ͅ ̴̨̰̭̯͇̗̼͔͙̠͈̻̤̫̣͝͝ ̷̡͓͙̠̟̟̣͚̮̯̭̩̯̌́͂͒́ͅDIE DIE
̶̞̺̜̼̟͓͎̦̑́̀̐͗͋̈́͒͑̾̋̀͛̈́̕ͅͅ ̶̢̢̧̞͎̗̼͔̻̰̼̱͕̜̎̅̃̈́́̆̋̀͘͠͝ ̵̛̘̱̿̄̇̀͝͝͝ ̸̪̼͔͉̫̩́̆̐̄́̀́͗̆̀͝͠ͅ ̵̧̰̩̥͙̪̦̣̪͖̔̔̅͠ ̵̝͉͓̦͉̻͍̂́̊͜ͅ ̵̛͇͙̥̹̥̯̫̻̻̥̖̝̎̃̈̎̆̆̐͋͑̚̕ ̵̨̨̞̣͉̜̫̥̺͙̗̦̭̎̀͆͗͌̍̈̈́̊̂̒̕͝ ̶̡͈͍͈͉̬̪̼̙̀͊̎̂̚ ̵͖̙̗̞̰͊́̄̍̉̊͋̏̍̇͑͐͜͝͝͝ ̴͎̲͕̹̠̬̥͉͓̘͛̄̂̎̈́̾̀͑̏̀͑̍̓͌̚͜͜ͅDIĘ̶̛̙̯̹̘̞̥̠̳̥̲͓͔̃̔̈́̏̍̚͜͠ ̴̢͔̼̳̮̮͖͔̦̹͊̔̚ ̷̛̺̹̖̗͕͚͎̟̯̝͎͔͙͐͂̃̎̎̾̃͂͗̑̕͘ ̵̢̡̛̖̘̥͔̟̂͒̎̂̽̏̅͆͋̐͝ ̵̣̦͑́̉̀̂͂̋̾́̅͂̃͂͘͝ ̵̪̓̍̈́̓ ̵͚͋́̍͝ ̸̨̡̯͖̲͔̱̻̦̠̜̪̑͘DIE ̸̨̧͙̤̗͍͎̺̯̘̯̣̭̰̒̌͂͌̀͛̂̌͌̐́̽̈́ ̷̡̬̫̞̘̭̼̰̬̱͖̺̩̜̒̾͝ ̵̛̭̲͆̏̉̽̂̂̒̓͊̂̚͠͝ ̶̣̬̟͕̙̬͉̘̌́̀̇̎̏̎̐̊͌̕͝ ̷̨̧̡̨͉͚̝̣͚͔̝͕̫̺̈͂̐̃͛̂̕ ̷̛̮̍̆̅͑̎͛͊͋̀͋̚͠͠͝ ̵̢̳͕̣̗̍̌̒͝ ̸̡̧̛͔̱̭͙̖̖͍͇͕̞͌͝ ̶̡̤̳̙̣͖̯̣̝̌ ̸̢̧̧̲̪̰̣̰̭͇͆̂̇͗̈́̿̾́̓͐͘͝ ̶̛̙̣͖̲̞̱̪̳̊͊̿̉̊̽͂́͜ ̵̜̫͓̜͈̺̯͎̻̙̬͈͋̎́̑́ ̸̡̛͖͍̲͕͙̫͚̆̐̄̄́̏͐̍̄̈́͑̚͠ͅ ̵̨̻̬̦̞͙̞̠̘͕̩̙̅̔ ̸̧̡̻̘͖̫̼͖̗̫̗̭͕͓̏̍̈́̄̑̈͑̎̂̄̕͝ ̸̧̯̣͇̭͈̖͇̦̣͖̦̓̅͑̔͜͝ ̸̛͈̤̱͕̗̯̣͕͖̲͙͛̿̈́͒̉͑̀̈́̏̓͛͐͠ ̷̡̞̜̫̟̗̝̓̓̌͠die ̶̡̮̜̹̤̭̍̏͑͂̇͜ ̶̨̧̹̥̳̘̭͎͇̝̝̩̩̄̑͒́̀̍̐̾͌͘̚͘ ̵͓̙̂̀̒ͅ ̸̩̻̣͔͖̗́̎͆̓̈́͐ ̷̧̮̠̯̰͍̮͖͆̒͜ ̶̯͔́͗̔̆͛̆͛̽̿́̅̒͘̚͜ ̴̛̛̺͙̮̮͇̦̖̦͍̰͑͒͐͆̋̅̈́͗̕̕͝ ̸̢͓͍̻̹̤͓̞͔͍̭͋̆̽́͒̆̒̒̕ ̴̣̘͎̆́͌̀͛͋͛͜͝ͅ ̸̢̝͔̪͈̥̮̰̑̐̎͝ ̷̬̹̝͈̪̗̄͒̀̀̃̈́ ̵̫͉͎̠̬̥̲̳̪̝̙̝̅̈́͘ ̷̮̘̾͛̅͊̏̇̊̔ ̴̛̣̖͓̦̞̳̪̦̟̊̾̾͗̌̈̀̍̔̓͜ ̶̨̻̝͕͖̟̯͖̮͑DIE ̸̛̹͙͙̏͑̐̆̓͛͋̎̇̈́̕͘͜͠ ̸̧͉̯̖̤̞̗̯͚̬̠͕͇̰̋͑͒͌̉͝ ̶̧̼̜͙̙͉̬̠̖̮̊̒̐̒̾͋̇̀͂̒̓̈͐̋̈ ̷̡̨͕̦̰̟̠̖̼̺̩̜̺̰̞̿́̀̈́̿̎̒͆͝ ̴̯̜͕͇̼̰͇͗̔͊͋͒̉͂̈́̿ ̶̡̣̲̙͕͍̈̇̄̒̾̇̌͆͆̓̔̇̈͝͝ ̸̨͕̩̍͂̀͜ ̷̨̟̯̤̙͉͔̹̳͉̪͈̀͌͂̃̊̈͘͜͝ ̴̢̲͇̤͖̠̆̂͐̇͆̎͐͠ ̶͉̠̤͖͖͐͗̈́̅̒̄̚ͅ ̵̧̛͓͓̪̮͈͇͎͓̤͖̻͐̓̿́͐̅̀̾͌̆̎͜͜ ̶̹͈͓̱̥͔̆̍̎̆̓̈͝ ̶̡͎̳̪̭̻̤͎̬͆̓͌̉̌̉ ̸̛̰̥̃̋̂̎̈́͆̎́͝͠ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜diediediedie ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̷̛͉̺̩͔̫̲̍̌̿̇̈́̉̈́͊͛̍̕͠ ̴̹̤͍̺͍͎̺̞̟͙̿̆͘͜ ̶̨̢̬̝̼̦̲̣̟͌̈́͛͌̿̀͒͗̏̀̀̇͝ ̸̬͚̖͈̘͇̻͎̒̅̅̈͊̒̍̌̈́̑͘ ̴̘̤̜̪̲̆̊́̇͑͒̎̚̚͠͠͝ ̶̯̘̱̮̤͚͔͛̈́ ̶̜̻̦͔͒͒̀̏̍̈̽͑̔̍̏̒͠͠͝ ̵̱̱̯̤̺̽̈́̐̂̊͝ ̵̨̞̞͎̦̔ ̴̗̉̏̄́̌̒ ̷̰̙͎͎̫͓̩͔͍̼̻͍̦͎̩́̏̌̈́̄̿̾̑̍̚͘̚͝͝ ̶̢͕̣̠̀̆̿̒̈̏̾͝ ̶̮͚̈́̃̅ ̵̧̛̖̟̦̼͉̝̙͉̖̹̰͛͆̾̓͌ ̶̛̍̇̈́̀̔̓͒̉̿̏̂̋̕͜͠ ̸̨̰̟̤̙̹͎̮͓̻̖̜͎͍͒̃̑̈̈ ̷̧̺̦̟̗̫̤̼̺̥̻̆̈̾̈͊̒̓̋͗́͘͠ ̸̡̡̰̦̱̄̃͒̋̉͒̈́̃̔̓̾͐͛͠ ̶̡̹̩̣̰̮͇̺͓̘̰̐̈́̀̑͗̃̑̈́̀̇͝ ̸̨̰̯͓̭͍̥̮̪̹͙̥̈́̄̍̉̌̓̈́͑́̉̽̆͜ ̴̱̻̯̼̦̞̲̖̽́̍͝ ̷̨̩̳͔͚̝̗̣̙̐̎͛͗̏̾̽͝ͅ DIĘ̶̝̟̹̪̮̘̫͈̝̝͕͔̌͆͛̄͆̒̃̋̍̍̑̅͜͝ ̸̡͇͔͓̲̳̬̰̣͐̀̀̎̈̂̚͝ ̴͓̗̲̎̑͊̋ ̷̫̳̠͗̎ ̶̧̝͔̪̟͓̘̠̜̼̙̌̀̎̎̊͐͑̿̓̕͘ ̴̠̬̱̱̝̼̪̇̇͋̈̔͐̇͝ ̸̛͖̺̲̺̮̟̝̞͉̖̾́̊̈́͑̋̇̾͐̑̚̚͝ ̸̗̐̓̂̉̐̔̍̓́̔̀̂̕͝͝ ̸̦͇̰͖́̓̏̈́̄̑̉̀͊̚ DIĔ̸̬̺̘͝ ̸̞͓̩̣̦̔̒̌̀̅͒̆̓̽͝ ̵͇̈́́̃ ̴̢̲͖͎̜̬̯̠̱̪̻̉͠ ̵̛̬̼͕̹̦̮̲̞̞͆͒̔̉̏̄̾̉̚͝͝ͅ ̷̻̣̦̺̜̹̭̻̫͙̾͋̂̿̀́ ̴̧̛̰̣̥̻̬͗̿ ̵̡̻̩̋͆͝ ̶̧̧̯͇̮̥̰͙͉͓̱͂͗͒̚ ̷̖͈͋͒̅̒̓̃̐̈͊̿́̕͝ ̶̡͔͊̎̊̔̿́͜ ̵̣̖͓͎͖̽͊͂̂͗͋͆͝ ̴͍̓̎́̋́͋̽ ̵̢̢̖̥̺͈̮̺͖̀̈́͝ͅ ̶̣̩̞̰̱̀̊̾̽̓ ̷̧̫̥̮̹͕̭̜͇̯̭̜̪̽̈́̿̎͌̀̿͌̓ ̴̯̱̈́̍̔͛̏̑͌̓͌ ̶̨̡̫̝̫̣͔̪͚̍͂̋̋͂͊͋ ̶̧̡̺̫̗̭̤͉̲͍̩̈́͐̋̏̀͑͋̈͐̿̌͘ ̵̛͔͌̎͋̃͗̐̾͊͌͗̾̽̚ ̶̛͚͖̭̭̼̆̑̎͋̐̎ͅͅ DIE
̵̧̡̺̲͍͔͔͉͎͕̲̈̿͜ ̶̮̠̜̞̅͒͠ ̵̣̬͔͚̣̏̌̎́̎̿̏̽̄͑͛̕͠͝͝ ̶̝̑́̑̄͗͗̀̑̍͂͋̌̕͠ ̴̨̝̙̜̹̣͔̻͖̙̘̄͑̎͑̏͒̇̏̿̈́̾̓͗͝͝ ̷̨̛̦̠͖͇̔͊̏̀̍̇͐͆͘͜ ̷̢̧͇̣̠̙̬̺̳͖̥̫̙̂̈́̍̽͌͌͊̄̚͠͠͝͠ͅͅ ̴̨̛͓̙̘̤̻̰̖͖͚̥̤͓̌̆̓̉̎̏̈̈́̄̂̎͛͜͜͝͝ ̶̘̦͖̪̖̩̦͓̖̺͍͑̐̆̂͋͐͐͊̀̾̊͝ͅ ̷̳̪̣̥̘̤̰͖̪̮̥̘͇̼̃̅̌̾̒͊̕͝͝ ̵̲̩̋͋̕͜ ̷̬͙̦͓͠ ̷̝̘͌͐̎̑͐͆̀́̕ DIE̴̦͓̪̤̟̟̬͗̏̔̋͘ ̸̛̯̥̬̻̋̄̍̾̿̊̈̈́͠͝͝ ̶̨̨͔͚̩̤̬̤̰̻͓͓̞̊͐̅̈̑͌̈́̂̕͘͝ ̸̨̘̲̺̜͎̜̭̹͇͉̩͗͋̏̏͆DIE ̴̻͔̈́ ̴̡̛̜̱̰͍̉̾͗̓̂̐̃̕ͅ ̶͚̥̫̳̗̺͇̞͙̞̻́ ̶̧͎͕̩̲̊ ̴̧̭̲̼̫̪̤͔̭͍̦̝̙̺̿̆̀̊͆̈́̓̊̉̅̓ ̸̧̩̟̩̺̅́̔̉̀̓̇̒͛̿͊́̽͝ ̶̱̜͈͔̭̩̱̼̖̙̙̙̭̘̗̊̚ ̸̢̛̛̺̲̫̣̹͔̖͚̇͋̒̈́̎͐̅̉̃͘̚͠ ̴̻̜̦̭̫̘̜̀̎̀̑̋ ̸̛̞̓́̒̑̀̈́͆͑̓̊͋̕̕̕ ̵̨̧͔̘̯̩̗̭̻̬̬̂ ̶̢̛̛̩̮̦̰̤͖̿́͛́͒́̔́̉͗̄̌͠ͅ ̵̘̤̣̍́͂̈́͌̄͛͘͠͠ ̴̞̙̻̩̖̄̿͂͝ ̶͔̣̞͉̣͇̓͌̒̎̈́̉͋̐̽͌̍͝͝ ̶̛̒̋̃͋͂̽̏̀̕͜ͅ ̶̛̼̯̖̝̭̺̔̈́̂̄̒̃̇͜ ̸̨̲̦̎̎̋͑̚̕ ̷̛̲̼̭̺̯̙͆͝͠ ̸̣̬̼͎̻͖̠̑̓ ̴͖̬͚̹̜̳̘͛̆͂̆̽̀̂̈́̍̈DIE ̸̨̢̫̠̝̿̅̂̒̒̒̇̉͝ ̷̨͖͍̬̲͎̞̀͆̈́͗̽̿̎̽̈̎̚ ̴̡̧̧̛̤̦̣͉̬̭̰͍̫͚̿̏ ̶̛̗̞̜͖̪̅̓͋̊́̒̓̿͒̕ ̸̛̛̼͉̩̐͊̈͒͝ ̴̛̞̟͚͈̭̦̣̣͙͚͛͂̈̇͋̍́͒͑̈́̕ͅ ̴̹̖̣̟̲͍̭̙͚̩̩̫̍͒̍ ̵̞͎̺͖͖̹̙͙̞͈̥̼̩͛͗̍̈́̄́̔͠ͅ ̴̧͚͈̀͆̈́̒̽̌̓̔̃͛̔̚͠ ̴̨̖͕̹͔͓̫͉̗͖̟̮̅̓̾̅̊̓ ̸͈̰̓̔͛̍̏̏̔̓͐̂͆̕̕̕ ̸̡̫̮̲̙͚̰̪̙̭̜̎͝ ̶̧̛̛̣̣̱̪̇͛̈̂̕̕ ̶̨̡̛͎͚͕͎͈͚͓͔͐̐̄̊́̔̓́͘̕ ̷̢̤̭̰͖̊̍͐̌́̈̈̌͊͑̎͝͠ ̷͎̹͒̄̇̌͌̋͋̓͆̾͠͝ ̸̲̮̳̿̀̓̌́̃́̿͂̉͌͠ ̷̧̲̥͙̺̯̭̍̄̍ͅ ̴̧̡̧̨̜̹͖̠̘̙̘͖͎͒̈́̍̾̽̈̆͋͂͑̑̒̋͘ ̴̢̢̟̝͇̲͓̭̲̤̣̤̲̩̝̔̓̔͛̉̏͗͋̋̓ ̸͖̹͔͈͎͔̲͔̗͖̖̠̟̱͉̍̅͑͐͌͗̕ ̸͕̰̱̰̱͗̅͂̏̓ ̸̢͍̞̟̼̦̥̤̣͕̘̮̌͛͆͋͆̅̍̎͊̽̆̐͜ ̸̧̟͖̻̰͍͖̙͉͕̖̦͎͔̙̕̚ ̴̨̮̝̑̏͒͗̔̔̓̈́̿̋͛͗̓̚͠ ̸̛̩̲̞̹̞̥͙̪̭̗̹̫̼̮̓̓̔̒̄̐͘ͅ ̶̖̗͔̥͖̼̭̦̮͂ ̷̨̡̣̱̝̍̆͘̕ ̶̢̝̮̹͓͕̲̙͉̞̪͊̎ ̵̧̤͙̯͆̀̿̄̔̓͐͋̈ ̶̡̧̺͈̺̋̋͐̃́̈́͌́ ̷̛͖̹͔̦͙͉̼̹̳̜̯͎́̍͛̀̄̇͜ ̴̢̧̝̤͈̗̽́̚͜͜ ̵̨̛̜̝͕͓͉̩̲̈́̏̅̽̍̔͘͘ ̵̡̯̰̦̞̒ ̶̢̧̙͓̖͙̻̠̟̗̜͈͍͇̀̿̓̋̽̀̾͊̈́̂̚̚̚̚̚͜ ̶̰̊̓̈́̾̽́͗̈́͐́͋̕̕͠͝ ̶̛̺͗̅̐̊͑̈́̽̑̓̎ ̴̰̤̪̟̦̽̃̓̀́̊̾͝ ̶̧̛͚̳̲͍̟͉͓̦̘̼̱̜̖̔̈́̏̅̑͝DIE ̸̜̞̰̺̰̅̉͐̄̾͋̄̂ ̸̱̘͇͆͊̏́ ̶̤͈̮͈̱̲̹̹̝̠̜͚̬͑̋̐̃̉̀͒̄̅ ̷͚̬̈́͌̔̀̓͊͂͌̈́̐͘̚ ̵̨̜͙̝̝̣͚͇̣̪̦̠̀̃̎͜͝ ̵̟̲̥̳̜͔͉̝̼̰̫͙̾̃́͛̄͘͝ ̵͎̰͓̜̺̖͎̜̝̯̄͋̋̏́̎̃̈͆̽̀͜͝ͅ ̵̨̫̦̀̀ ̶̨̪̫͎̪̱̫̪̳͙̦̫̝̹̍͒̉̐̈̌̏̂̒ ̷̧̨̛̳̖̦͕̦̺̉́̓͐̃̎͂̄͜ ̶͕̥͇͇̱͒̉͜͜ ̵̟̠͈̠̯͕̺͖̤̗̩̼̩͐́͋̐͋̍̔͝ ̸̢͓͍̥̳̗̹̪̲̻̗̑́̒͑̾͐̐̎̀̕̚̕͜ ̵̹̍̏̆̌̏̈̈̿̈́͑̑͋͜ ̵̢̨̝̠̯̼̼̗͇̥̦͙͙̞̑ͅ ̷̢̛̮̟̣͓̳͚̤̬̄̇͆̿̃̅̍̋̏͐̚͜ ̴̧̫̺̦͙͎͓͚͙̬͕̭̹̒̽̓͘̕͘͝ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̷̛͉̺̩͔̫̲̍̌̿̇̈́̉̈́͊͛̍̕͠DIE ̴̹̤͍̺͍͎̺̞̟͙̿̆͘͜ ̶̨̢̬̝̼̦̲̣̟͌̈́͛͌̿̀͒͗̏̀̀̇͝ ̸̬͚̖͈̘͇̻͎̒̅̅̈͊̒̍̌̈́̑͘ ̴̘̤̜̪̲̆̊́̇͑͒̎̚̚͠͠͝ ̶̯̘̱̮̤͚͔͛̈́ ̶̜̻̦͔͒͒̀̏̍̈̽͑̔̍̏̒͠͠͝ ̵̱̱̯̤̺̽̈́̐̂̊͝ ̵̨̞̞͎̦̔ ̴̗̉̏̄́̌̒ ̷̰̙͎͎̫͓̩͔͍̼̻͍̦͎̩́̏̌̈́̄̿̾̑̍̚͘̚͝͝ ̶̢͕̣̠̀̆̿̒̈̏̾͝ ̶̮͚̈́̃̅ ̵̧̛̖̟̦̼͉̝̙͉̖̹̰͛͆̾̓͌ ̶̛̍̇̈́̀̔̓͒̉̿̏̂̋̕͜͠ ̸̨̰̟̤̙̹͎̮͓̻̖̜͎͍͒̃̑̈̈ ̷̧̺̦̟̗̫̤̼̺̥̻̆̈̾̈͊̒̓̋͗́͘͠DIE DIE
̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜
DIE ̸̡̡̰̦̱̄̃͒̋̉͒̈́̃̔̓̾͐͛͠DIE ̶̡̹̩̣̰̮͇̺͓̘̰̐̈́̀̑͗̃̑̈́̀̇͝ ̸̨̰̯͓̭͍̥̮̪̹͙̥̈́̄̍̉̌̓̈́͑́̉̽̆͜ ̴̱̻̯̼̦̞̲̖̽́̍͝ ̷̨̩̳͔͚̝̗̣̙̐̎͛͗̏̾̽͝ͅ ̶̨̝̟̹̪̮̘̫͈̝̝͕͔̌͆͛̄͆̒̃̋̍̍̑̅͜͝ ̸̡͇͔͓̲̳̬̰̣͐̀̀̎̈̂̚͝ ̴͓̗̲̎̑͊̋ ̷̫̳̠͗̎ ̶̧̝͔̪̟͓̘̠̜̼̙̌̀̎̎̊͐͑̿̓̕͘ ̴̠̬̱̱̝̼̪̇̇͋̈̔͐̇͝ ̸̛͖̺̲̺̮̟̝̞͉̖̾́̊̈́͑̋̇̾͐̑̚̚͝ ̸̗̐̓̂̉̐̔̍̓́̔̀̂̕͝͝ ̸̦͇̰͖́̓̏̈́̄̑̉̀͊̚ ̸̬̺̘̆͝ ̸̞͓̩̣̦̔̒̌̀̅͒̆̓̽͝ ̵͇̈́́̃ ̴̢̲͖͎̜̬̯̠̱̪̻̉͠ ̵̛̬̼͕̹̦̮̲̞̞͆͒̔̉̏̄̾̉̚͝͝ͅ ̷̻̣̦̺̜̹̭̻̫͙̾͋̂̿̀́ ̴̧̛̰̣̥̻̬͗̿ ̵̡̻̩̋͆͝ ̶̧̧̯͇̮̥̰͙͉͓̱͂͗͒̚dIE ̷̖͈͋͒̅̒̓̃̐̈͊̿́̕͝ ̶̡͔͊̎̊̔̿́͜ ̵̣̖͓͎͖̽͊͂̂͗͋͆͝ ̴͍̓̎́̋́͋̽ ̵̢̢̖̥̺͈̮̺͖̀̈́͝ͅ ̶̣̩̞̰̱̀̊̾̽̓ ̷̧̫̥̮̹͕̭̜͇̯̭̜̪̽̈́̿̎͌̀̿͌̓ ̴̯̱̈́̍̔͛̏̑͌̓͌ ̶̨̡̫̝̫̣͔̪͚̍͂̋̋͂͊͋ ̶̧̡̺̫̗̭̤͉̲͍̩̈́͐̋̏̀͑͋̈͐̿̌͘ ̵̛͔͌̎͋̃͗̐̾͊͌͗̾̽̚ ̶̛͚͖̭̭̼̆̑̎͋̐̎ͅͅ ̵̧̡̺̲͍͔͔͉͎͕̲̈̿͜ ̶̮̠̜̞̅͒͠ ̵̣̬͔͚̣̏̌̎́̎̿̏̽̄͑͛̕͠͝͝ ̶̝̑́̑̄͗͗̀̑̍͂͋̌̕͠ ̴̨̝̙̜̹̣͔̻͖̙̘̄͑̎͑̏͒̇̏̿̈́̾̓͗͝͝ ̷̨̛̦̠͖͇̔͊̏̀̍̇͐͆͘͜ ̷̢̧͇̣̠̙̬̺̳͖̥̫̙̂̈́̍̽͌͌͊̄̚͠͠͝͠ͅͅ ̴̨̛͓̙̘̤̻̰̖͖͚̥̤͓̌̆̓̉̎̏̈̈́̄̂̎͛͜͜͝͝ ̶̘̦͖̪̖̩̦͓̖̺͍͑̐̆̂͋͐͐͊̀̾̊͝ͅ ̷̳̪̣̥̘̤̰͖̪̮̥̘͇̼̃̅̌̾̒͊̕͝͝ ̵̲̩̋͋̕͜ ̷̬͙̦͓͠ ̷̝̘͌͐̎̑͐͆̀́̕ ̴̦͓̪̤̟̟̬͗̏̔̋͘ ̸̛̯̥̬̻̋̄̍̾̿̊̈̈́͠͝͝ ̶̨̨͔͚̩̤̬̤̰̻͓͓̞̊͐̅̈̑͌̈́̂̕͘͝ ̸̨̘̲̺̜͎̜̭̹͇͉̩͗͋̏̏͆ ̴̻͔̈́ ̴̡̛̜̱̰͍̉̾͗̓̂̐̃̕ͅ ̶͚̥̫̳̗̺͇̞͙̞̻́ ̶̧͎͕̩̲̊ ̴̧̭̲̼̫̪̤͔̭͍̦̝̙̺̿̆̀̊͆̈́̓̊̉̅̓ ̸̧̩̟̩̺̅́̔̉̀̓̇̒͛̿͊́̽͝d ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜IE ̶̱̜͈͔̭̩̱̼̖̙̙̙̭̘̗̊̚ ̸̢̛̛̺̲̫̣̹͔̖͚̇͋̒̈́̎͐̅̉̃͘̚͠ ̴̻̜̦̭̫̘̜̀̎̀̑̋ ̸̛̞̓́̒̑̀̈́͆͑̓̊͋̕̕̕ ̵̨̧͔̘̯̩̗̭̻̬̬̂ ̶̢̛̛̩̮̦̰̤͖̿́͛́͒́̔́̉͗̄̌͠ͅ ̵̘̤̣̍́͂̈́͌̄͛͘͠͠ ̴̞̙̻̩̖̄̿͂͝ ̶͔̣̞͉̣͇̓͌̒̎̈́̉͋̐̽͌̍͝͝ ̶̛̒̋̃͋͂̽̏̀̕͜ͅ ̶̛̼̯̖̝̭̺̔̈́̂̄̒̃̇͜ ̸̨̲̦̎̎̋͑̚̕ ̷̛̲̼̭̺̯̙͆͝͠ ̸̣̬̼͎̻͖̠̑̓ ̴͖̬͚̹̜̳̘͛̆͂̆̽̀̂̈́̍̈ ̸̨̢̫̠̝̿̅̂̒̒̒̇̉͝ ̷̨͖͍̬̲͎̞̀͆̈́͗̽̿̎̽̈̎̚die ̴̡̧̧̛̤̦̣͉̬̭̰͍̫͚̿̏ ̶̛̗̞̜͖̪̅̓͋̊́̒̓̿͒̕ ̸̛̛̼͉̩̐͊̈͒͝ ̴̛̞̟͚͈̭̦̣̣͙͚͛͂̈̇͋̍́͒͑̈́̕ͅ ̴̹̖̣̟̲͍̭̙͚̩̩̫̍͒̍ ̵̞͎̺͖͖̹̙͙̞͈̥̼̩͛͗̍̈́̄́̔͠ͅ ̴̧͚͈̀͆̈́̒̽̌̓̔̃͛̔̚͠ ̴̨̖͕̹͔͓̫͉̗͖̟̮̅̓̾̅̊̓ ̸͈̰̓̔͛̍̏̏̔̓͐̂͆̕̕̕ ̸̡̫̮̲̙͚̰̪̙̭̜̎͝ ̶̧̛̛̣̣̱̪̇͛̈̂̕̕ ̶̨̡̛͎͚͕͎͈͚͓͔͐̐̄̊́̔̓́͘̕ ̷̢̤̭̰͖̊̍͐̌́̈̈̌͊͑̎͝͠ ̷͎̹͒̄̇̌͌̋͋̓͆̾͠͝ ̸̲̮̳̿̀̓̌́̃́̿͂̉͌͠ ̷̧̲̥͙̺̯̭̍̄̍ͅ ̴̧̡̧̨̜̹͖̠̘̙̘͖͎͒̈́̍̾̽̈̆͋͂͑̑̒̋͘ ̴̢̢̟̝͇̲͓̭̲̤̣̤̲̩̝̔̓̔͛̉̏͗͋̋̓ ̸͖̹͔͈͎͔̲͔̗͖̖̠̟̱͉̍̅͑͐͌͗̕ ̸͕̰̱̰̱͗̅͂̏̓ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜
̸̢͍̞̟̼̦̥̤̣͕̘̮̌͛͆͋͆̅̍̎͊̽̆̐͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̸̧̟͖̻̰͍͖̙͉͕̖̦͎͔̙̕̚ ̴̨̮̝̑̏͒͗̔̔̓̈́̿̋͛͗̓̚͠ ̸̛̩̲̞̹̞̥͙̪̭̗̹̫̼̮̓̓̔̒̄̐͘ͅ ̶̖̗͔̥͖̼̭̦̮͂ ̷̨̡̣̱̝̍̆͘̕ ̶̢̝̮̹͓͕̲̙͉̞̪͊̎ ̵̧̤͙̯͆̀̿̄̔̓͐͋̈ die̶̡̧̺͈̺̋̋͐̃́̈́͌́ ̷̛͖̹͔̦͙͉̼̹̳̜̯͎́̍͛̀̄̇͜ ̴̢̧̝̤͈̗̽́̚͜͜ ̵̨̛̜̝͕͓͉̩̲̈́̏̅̽̍̔͘͘ ̵̡̯̰̦̞̒ ̶̢̧̙͓̖͙̻̠̟̗̜͈͍͇̀̿̓̋̽̀̾͊̈́̂̚̚̚̚̚͜ ̶̰̊̓̈́̾̽́͗̈́͐́͋̕̕͠͝ ̶̛̺͗̅̐̊͑̈́̽̑̓̎ ̴̰̤̪̟̦̽̃̓̀́̊̾͝ ̶̧̛͚̳̲͍̟͉͓̦̘̼̱̜̖̔̈́̏̅̑͝ ̸̜̞̰̺̰̅̉͐̄̾͋̄̂ ̸̱̘͇͆͊̏́ ̶̤͈̮͈̱̲̹̹̝̠̜͚̬͑̋̐̃̉̀͒̄̅ ̷͚̬̈́͌̔̀̓͊͂͌̈́̐͘̚ ̵̨̜͙̝̝̣͚͇̣̪̦̠̀̃̎͜͝ ̵̟̲̥̳̜͔͉̝̼̰̫͙̾̃́͛̄͘͝ ̵͎̰͓̜̺̖͎̜̝̯̄͋̋̏́̎̃̈͆̽̀͜͝ͅ ̵̨̫̦̀̀ ̶̨̪̫͎̪̱̫̪̳͙̦̫̝̹̍͒̉̐̈̌̏̂̒ ̷̧̨̛̳̖̦͕̦̺̉́̓͐̃̎͂̄͜ ̶͕̥͇͇̱͒̉͜͜ ̵̟̠͈̠̯͕̺͖̤̗̩̼̩͐́͋̐͋̍̔͝ ̸̢͓͍̥̳̗̹̪̲̻̗̑́̒͑̾͐̐̎̀̕̚̕͜ ̵̹̍̏̆̌̏̈̈̿̈́͑̑͋͜ ̵̢̨̝̠̯̼̼̗͇̥̦͙͙̞̑ͅ ̷̢̛̮̟̣͓̳͚̤̬̄̇͆̿̃̅̍̋̏͐̚͜ ̴̧̫̺̦͙͎͓͚͙̬͕̭̹̒̽̓͘̕͘͝ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ DIE̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ DIEDIEDIEDIÉ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̷̛͉̺̩͔̫̲̍̌̿̇̈́̉̈́͊͛̍̕͠ ̴̹̤͍̺͍͎̺̞̟͙̿̆͘͜ ̶̨̢̬̝̼̦̲̣̟͌̈́͛͌̿̀͒͗̏̀̀̇͝ ̸̬͚̖͈̘͇̻͎̒̅̅̈͊̒̍̌̈́̑͘
̴̘̤̜̪̲̆̊́̇͑͒̎̚̚͠͠͝ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆ ̶̺̝͚̙̠̮̼̪͍̼̻̫̏̄͜ ̶̨̗͇̈́̅̊ ̵̢̢͖̭̮͚͕͚͔̦͇̬̿̇̿̈́͋̑͋̑͝͝ͅ ̷̡̬̝̖̣̲̃̋̇͐͘͜͠ ̵̛̣̤͎͖̗̊̍͗͑ ̴̛̲̗̗͖̤̹̖͓͖̞̀̾ͅͅ ̶̨̡͕̳͇̖̰͕̯̮̪̹̭̿ͅ ̴̨̞̩̙̗͇͕̭̌̐͌̓͒̋̽̿̕͜ ̷̲̖̟̻̳̬̽͒ ̷̛̗͖͇̥͈͖̮͔̤̗̜͔́̓́͊͜ ̶̨͈͈̙̯̳̟̣̗̼̙̰̟̟̮͂́̒͆̈́̽̅ ̶͎͓͉͕̞̝͓̖̃̒̾̓̚͠͠ ̵̠̜̮̫͙͍̣̥̰̙̓̅̂͒̾͋̈͛͆͑̆͗̕̚͠ ̶̢̛̝̤̻̪̘̔̃̓͑͋̏̇͆̎̈́̕͝ ̵̛̺̖͙̔͊́͗̐̎ ̷̧̛̬̭̰̮̠̳̰͋̐͌̊̆̉͊̋̉͜ ̵̪͕̦̠̳̝̭̃̚͜ ̷̡͕̞̮͍̟̠͍̈̎̇̀͂͘ ̸̧̨̢̩̼̼͇̣͖̳͉̱̜͙͌̔͗͊͊͑̄̓͊̂̎̕̕ ̴̢̢̱̯͈͉̹̫̹̭͓͙̔̇̆͋̆̊ͅ ̸̛̞̝̀̿͛͒̿̐̀̓͛̕̕͝ ̶̧̨̠͓͔̠͔̮̪̠͍̝͕̃̏̎ ̸͇̝̃̌̾͌͂̃̋̉͘͘͘͘͝͝ ̷̥̟͕̪̭̦͓͙͇̜̞̼̝̘̝̒̇̍̎̆̚̕ ̵̡͖̫̫̝̺̠̤͍͓̰͎̟̩͓̀̍̀̊̆̎ ̵̧̡̦̜̯̼͔̪̣̅͒̔̒̅̍̇̉̋̓̑̀̂͊̒ ̷̛͇̠͍̥̭̙͍̘͍́̃̿͒̈́͆̿͂̄̕͜͠ͅ ̸̡̲͖͇̲̩̑̾̑͜ ̷͔̠̭̫̱͓̋͋́̀̉̉̀̀̈́ ̶̢͖̆̾̇́ ̴̠̞̗͔̟̤͐͋̈́͛̋̆̋̌ ̷͖̘̱̤͖̲͌͌ ̶̢̨̛̜̺̙̲̖̹̪̺͓̝͔̠̰̓̏̅ ̵̢̨͎͓̩̲̲͆͜͝ ̴͎̻̄̊̈̽́̂̚̚ ̶̧̧̲̳͍̥͍̜̲̭͉͕͆͗̃̑́̏͘͠ ̸̗́̏̀̿̇͠ ̷̡̞͉͚̠̃͑͂̃͑͆̚ ̷̨̻̖͖̳̥͇̬͎̏̋̾̀̾̈̊͑̓͘̕͝ ̷̡̡̹̥̙͖͒̂̈́͛ ̸̩͊͑̂͊̄̊̚̚ ̴̨̻̜̪̋̐̌̏̉̋́̕͝ ̴̛͚̠̪̲̪̖̝͇͊͌̈́̊̈́͛͗͒̓͒͘͝͠͠ ̶̢̲̩̫̺̱̰͎̈́̆͛͒͒̃͒͆̋̊̓͜ ̶̯̘̱̮̤͚͔͛̈́ ̶̜̻̦͔͒͒̀̏̍̈̽͑̔̍̏̒͠͠͝ ̵̱̱̯̤̺̽̈́̐̂̊͝ ̵̨̞̞͎̦̔ ̴̗̉̏̄́̌̒ ̷̰̙͎͎̫͓̩͔͍̼̻͍̦͎̩́̏̌̈́̄̿̾̑̍̚͘̚͝͝ ̶̢͕̣̠̀̆̿̒̈̏̾͝ ̶̮͚̈́̃̅ ̵̧̛̖̟̦̼͉̝̙͉̖̹̰͛͆̾̓͌ ̶̛̍̇̈́̀̔̓͒̉̿̏̂̋̕͜͠ ̸̨̰̟̤̙̹͎̮͓̻̖̜͎͍͒̃̑̈̈ ̷̧̺̦̟̗̫̤̼̺̥̻̆̈̾̈͊̒̓̋͗́͘͠ ̸̡̡̰̦̱̄̃͒̋̉͒̈́̃̔̓̾͐͛͠ ̶̡̹̩̣̰̮͇̺͓̘̰̐̈́̀̑͗̃̑̈́̀̇͝ ̸̨̰̯͓̭͍̥̮̪̹͙̥̈́̄̍̉̌̓̈́͑́̉̽̆͜ ̴̱̻̯̼̦̞̲̖̽́̍͝ ̷̨̩̳͔͚̝̗̣̙̐̎͛͗̏̾̽͝ͅ ̶̨̝̟̹̪̮̘̫͈̝̝͕͔̌͆͛̄͆̒̃̋̍̍̑̅͜͝ ̸̡͇͔͓̲̳̬̰̣͐̀̀̎̈̂̚͝ ̴͓̗̲̎̑͊̋ ̷̫̳̠͗̎ ̶̧̝͔̪̟͓̘̠̜̼̙̌̀̎̎̊͐͑̿̓̕͘ ̴̠̬̱̱̝̼̪̇̇͋̈̔͐̇͝ DIE̸̛͖̺̲̺̮̟̝̞͉̖̾́̊̈́͑̋̇̾͐̑̚̚͝ ̸̗̐̓̂̉̐̔̍̓́̔̀̂̕͝͝ ̸̦͇̰͖́̓̏̈́̄̑̉̀͊̚ ̸̬̺̘̆͝ ̸̞͓̩̣̦̔̒̌̀̅͒̆̓̽͝ ̵͇̈́́̃ ̴̢̲͖͎̜̬̯̠̱̪̻̉͠ ̵̛̬̼͕̹̦̮̲̞̞͆͒̔̉̏̄̾̉̚͝͝ͅ ̷̻̣̦̺̜̹̭̻̫͙̾͋̂̿̀́ ̴̧̛̰̣̥̻̬͗̿ ̵̡̻̩̋͆͝ ̶̧̧̯͇̮̥̰͙͉͓̱͂͗͒̚ ̷̖͈͋͒̅̒̓̃̐̈͊̿́̕͝ ̶̡͔͊̎̊̔̿́͜ ̵̣̖͓͎͖̽͊͂̂͗͋͆͝ ̴͍̓̎́̋́͋̽ ̵̢̢̖̥̺͈̮̺͖̀̈́͝ͅ ̶̣̩̞̰̱̀̊̾̽̓ ̷̧̫̥̮̹͕̭̜͇̯̭̜̪̽̈́̿̎͌̀̿͌̓ ̴̯̱̈́̍̔͛̏̑͌̓͌ ̶̨̡̫̝̫̣͔̪͚̍͂̋̋͂͊͋ ̶̧̡̺̫̗̭̤͉̲͍̩̈́͐̋̏̀͑͋̈͐̿̌͘ ̵̛͔͌̎͋̃͗̐̾͊͌͗̾̽̚ ̶̛͚͖̭̭̼̆̑̎͋̐̎ͅͅ ̵̧̡̺̲͍͔͔͉͎͕̲̈̿͜ ̶̮̠̜̞̅͒͠ ̵̣̬͔͚̣̏̌̎́̎̿̏̽̄͑͛̕͠͝͝ ̶̝̑́̑̄͗͗̀̑̍͂͋̌̕͠ ̴̨̝̙̜̹̣͔̻͖̙̘̄͑̎͑̏͒̇̏̿̈́̾̓͗͝͝ ̷̨̛̦̠͖͇̔͊̏̀̍̇͐͆͘͜ ̷̢̧͇̣̠̙̬̺̳͖̥̫̙̂̈́̍̽͌͌͊̄̚͠͠͝͠ͅͅDIE ̴̨̛͓̙̘̤̻̰̖͖͚̥̤͓̌̆̓̉̎̏̈̈́̄̂̎͛͜͜͝͝ ̶̘̦͖̪̖̩̦͓̖̺͍͑̐̆̂͋͐͐͊̀̾̊͝ͅ ̷̳̪̣̥̘̤̰͖̪̮̥̘͇̼̃̅̌̾̒͊̕͝͝ ̵̲̩̋͋̕͜ ̷̬͙̦͓͠ ̷̝̘͌͐̎̑͐͆̀́̕ ̴̦͓̪̤̟̟̬͗̏̔̋͘ ̸̛̯̥̬̻̋̄̍̾̿̊̈̈́͠͝͝ ̶̨̨͔͚̩̤̬̤̰̻͓͓̞̊͐̅̈̑͌̈́̂̕͘͝ ̸̨̘̲̺̜͎̜̭̹͇͉̩͗͋̏̏͆ ̴̻͔̈́ ̴̡̛̜̱̰͍̉̾͗̓̂̐̃̕ͅ ̶͚̥̫̳̗̺͇̞͙̞̻́ ̶̧͎͕̩̲̊ ̴̧̭̲̼̫̪̤͔̭͍̦̝̙̺̿̆̀̊͆̈́̓̊̉̅̓ ̸̧̩̟̩̺̅́̔̉̀̓̇̒͛̿͊́̽͝ ̶̱̜͈͔̭̩̱̼̖̙̙̙̭̘̗̊̚ ̸̢̛̛̺̲̫̣̹͔̖͚̇͋̒̈́̎͐̅̉̃͘̚͠ ̴̻̜̦̭̫̘̜̀̎̀̑̋ ̸̛̞̓́̒̑̀̈́͆͑̓̊͋̕̕̕ ̵̨̧͔̘̯̩̗̭̻̬̬̂ ̶̢̛̛̩̮̦̰̤͖̿́͛́͒́̔́̉͗̄̌͠ͅ ̵̘̤̣̍́͂̈́͌̄͛͘͠͠ ̴̞̙̻̩̖̄̿͂͝ ̶͔̣̞͉̣͇̓͌̒̎̈́̉͋̐̽͌̍͝͝ ̶̛̒̋̃͋͂̽̏̀̕͜ͅ ̶̛̼̯̖̝̭̺̔̈́̂̄̒̃̇͜ ̸̨̲̦̎̎̋͑̚̕ ̷̛̲̼̭̺̯̙͆͝͠ ̸̣̬̼͎̻͖̠̑̓ ̴͖̬͚̹̜̳̘͛̆͂̆̽̀̂̈́̍̈ ̸̨̢̫̠̝̿̅̂̒̒̒̇̉͝ ̷̨͖͍̬̲͎̞̀͆̈́͗̽̿̎̽̈̎̚ ̴̡̧̧̛̤̦̣͉̬̭̰͍̫͚̿̏ ̶̛̗̞̜͖̪̅̓͋̊́̒̓̿͒̕ ̸̛̛̼͉̩̐͊̈͒͝ ̴̛̞̟͚͈̭̦̣̣͙͚͛͂̈̇͋̍́͒͑̈́̕ͅ ̴̹̖̣̟̲͍̭̙͚̩̩̫̍͒̍ ̵̞͎̺͖͖̹̙͙̞͈̥̼̩͛͗̍̈́̄́̔͠ͅ ̴̧͚͈̀͆̈́̒̽̌̓̔̃͛̔̚͠ ̴̨̖͕̹͔͓̫͉̗͖̟̮̅̓̾̅̊̓ ̸͈̰̓̔͛̍̏̏̔̓͐̂͆̕̕̕ ̸̡̫̮̲̙͚̰̪̙̭̜̎͝ ̶̧̛̛̣̣̱̪̇͛̈̂̕̕ ̶̨̡̛͎͚͕͎͈͚͓͔͐̐̄̊́̔̓́͘̕ ̷̢̤̭̰͖̊̍͐̌́̈̈̌͊͑̎͝͠ ̷͎̹͒̄̇̌͌̋͋̓͆̾͠͝DIE ̸̲̮̳̿̀̓̌́̃́̿͂̉͌͠ ̷̧̲̥͙̺̯̭̍̄̍ͅ ̴̧̡̧̨̜̹͖̠̘̙̘͖͎͒̈́̍̾̽̈̆͋͂͑̑̒̋͘ ̴̢̢̟̝͇̲͓̭̲̤̣̤̲̩̝̔̓̔͛̉̏͗͋̋̓ ̸͖̹͔͈͎͔̲͔̗͖̖̠̟̱͉̍̅͑͐͌͗̕ ̸͕̰̱̰̱͗̅͂̏̓ ̸̢͍̞̟̼̦̥̤̣͕̘̮̌͛͆͋͆̅̍̎͊̽̆̐͜ ̸̧̟͖̻̰͍͖̙͉͕̖̦͎͔̙̕̚ ̴̨̮̝̑̏͒͗̔̔̓̈́̿̋͛͗̓̚͠ ̸̛̩̲̞̹̞̥͙̪̭̗̹̫̼̮̓̓̔̒̄̐͘ͅ ̶̖̗͔̥͖̼̭̦̮͂ ̷̨̡̣̱̝̍̆͘̕ ̶̢̝̮̹͓͕̲̙͉̞̪͊̎ ̵̧̤͙̯͆̀̿̄̔̓͐͋̈ ̶̡̧̺͈̺̋̋͐̃́̈́͌́ ̷̛͖̹͔̦͙͉̼̹̳̜̯͎́̍͛̀̄̇͜ ̴̢̧̝̤͈̗̽́̚͜͜ ̵̨̛̜̝͕͓͉̩̲̈́̏̅̽̍̔͘͘ ̵̡̯̰̦̞̒ ̶̢̧̙͓̖͙̻̠̟̗̜͈͍͇̀̿̓̋̽̀̾͊̈́̂̚̚̚̚̚͜ ̶̰̊̓̈́̾̽́͗̈́͐́͋̕̕͠͝ ̶̛̺͗̅̐̊͑̈́̽̑̓̎ ̴̰̤̪̟̦̽̃̓̀́̊̾͝ ̶̧̛͚̳̲͍̟͉͓̦̘̼̱̜̖̔̈́̏̅̑͝ ̸̜̞̰̺̰̅̉͐̄̾͋̄̂ ̸̱̘͇͆͊̏́ ̶̤͈̮͈̱̲̹̹̝̠̜͚̬͑̋̐̃̉̀͒̄̅ ̷͚̬̈́͌̔̀̓͊͂͌̈́̐͘̚ ̵̨̜͙̝̝̣͚͇̣̪̦̠̀̃̎͜͝ ̵̟̲̥̳̜͔͉̝̼̰̫͙̾̃́͛̄͘͝ ̵͎̰͓̜̺̖͎̜̝̯̄͋̋̏́̎̃̈͆̽̀͜͝ͅ ̵̨̫̦̀̀ ̶̨̪̫͎̪̱̫̪̳͙̦̫̝̹̍͒̉̐̈̌̏̂̒ ̷̧̨̛̳̖̦͕̦̺̉́̓͐̃̎͂̄͜ ̶͕̥͇͇̱͒̉͜͜ ̵̟̠͈̠̯͕̺͖̤̗̩̼̩͐́͋̐͋̍̔͝ ̸̢͓͍̥̳̗̹̪̲̻̗̑́̒͑̾͐̐̎̀̕̚̕͜
̵̹̍̏̆̌̏̈̈̿̈́͑̑͋͜ ̵̢̨̝̠̯̼̼̗͇̥̦͙͙̞̑ͅ ̷̢̛̮̟̣͓̳͚̤̬̄̇͆̿̃̅̍̋̏͐̚͜ ̴̧̫̺̦͙͎͓͚͙̬͕̭̹̒̽̓͘̕͘͝ ̵͈̞̟͎͕̯̜͑̔̋̿͐̋̽͌̎̒̄̚͜͝ ̴̙̩͔͓̽̇́͋͘͜͝͝ ̵̢͈̳͗̄̔̅̈́̉̽̎̍͘̕͝ͅ ̸͖̜̗͇̬͉͌͒̍̽̉͒̈̅̓̿̚͘͠ ̶̡̮̫̅̾̉̀ ̵̨̡͈̘̙̪̗̠͈͈͈̦̲̝͔̍̃̔͌́͒̍̈́̊́̋͊̆
YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE
What… what…?
It was so sudden when the murderous intent hit me and even if I braced myself, I doubt I would withstand the feeling of being microwaved from the inside… or the feeling of throwing up all of my organs, or the feeling of dissolving into a puddle of gore.
"Wh-what was that?" Spoke Kent Nelson as he took a step back from the Helmet of Fate as his eyes widened with horror from the sudden killing intent that emitted from the mask. "That never—"
I didn't even shout at Kent Nelson to watch out for the blast of red chaotic energy as I was too busy dealing with what had happened with the Helmet of Fate.
It knew.
It knew what I was.
It knew I was something that should not exist in this world.
It knew I was something that went against order.
It knew and it was trying to kill me. In the name of order, in the name of justice, in the name of Nabu the Wise and one of the Lords of Order.
And I was terrified. Terrified to the point where seeing Kent Nelson's dying body sent rushes of relief throughout my body. I was glad… glad to see that Nabu's host was dying although he had no part in wanting my demise. Perhaps that was why I didn't push him out of the way or shouted at him to watch out for the Witch Boy. I wanted an innocent, righteous, kind old man to die.
But… I felt nothing… no guilt, no malice, no guilt, no guilt, no guilt, no guilt…!
I just felt fear… fear of losing my so-called existence. Fear of leaving this whole sick joke that I've grown to like and love like a pathetic person. Fear… of Doctor Fate and Klarion the Witch Boy: one Lord of Order and one Lord of Chaos.
"I'm also concerned by your lack of respect for life"
Dad's words rang throughout my head as I just sat down dumbfounded by myself as Kent Nelson used one last trick up his sleeve to create a yellow bubble that protected us from Klarion's blasts of chaos magic. Then, we stared at each other.
My confused eyes met his dying glassy orbs that were trying their best to stay awake.
He probably misunderstood my confusion for fear as he began to reassure me that it wasn't my fault or anything, but I was having none of it. Already, I could feel Kent Nelson's bubble shield dying with the old man as Klarion's magic became fiercer and more powerful as he screeched for the Helmet of Fate.
Then Kent Nelson spoke of putting the Helmet of Fate…
"No" I spoke as I gritted my teeth as Kent's eyes turned into disbelief as I shook my head frantically. "There's no way I'm going to put that thing on my head… after it deals with Klarion, it's going to kill me"
"But… you cannot defeat Klarion alone!"
"Yeah, I can't. I don't stand a single shred of chance against something like that" I said, admitting freely. "So I'm going to need one last help from you Kent Nelson… Hide the Helmet of Fate"
"E-excuse me?"
"You hid it well away from Klarion that even he didn't know where it was when he entered the tower. So hide it, but tell me where you hid it" I spoke as I racked my brains and tightly crossed my fingers, hoping that this tactic would work although it may sound highly unlikely.
"Even if you can withstand his physical torture, you cannot possibly resist him from reading your mind!" Coughed out the dying man as he struggled to talk. "That chip lodged in your brain will do little against Klarion's chaos magic!'
"I know" I said as I gave a weak smile.
"F-fine then… I'll hide the Helmet of Fate, but I can't tell you its locati—"
"NO!" I yelled, startling Kent Nelson as cracks started to appear in the barrier. "You have to tell me where you hid it! That's the most crucial part of my plan!"
"I don't understand…"
"It's just a leap of faith Kent" I whispered. "Please… just… trust me on this okay?"
"If this fails…" Spoke Kent Nelson as his eyes started to droop as the Helmet of Fate vanished.
"Then it's the end of the world, I know, I know" I spoke, patting the old man on his back as he brought his mouth close to my ear as he whispered the secret location.
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It's August 19th, 2011. 21:04. Kent Nelson has passed away.
It's August 19th, 2011. 21:05. The shield barrier broke and Klarion is pissed as much as a guy who realized his condom didn't work.
It's August 19th, 2011. 21:07. I'm screaming like a little bitch as black tentacles wrapped me up as if I'm one of the protagonists in a very bad fantasy hentai.
"WHERE IS IT?! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! I WANT IT!!!"
"Sorry…" I said, my voice quivering so much. "My mother told me to not stick my dick into crazy"
"RAAARRRRGGHHHHH!" Howled the Witch Boy as his black sclera eyes seemed to bulge out of his skull. Then… I felt my bones burning.
"FUCK!" I screamed as I squirmed within my bondage, unable to clasp my hand around my ribs where the burning sensation was coming from. "MOTHER-FUCKER THAT HURT!"
"WHERE. IS. IT?!" Now the Witch Boy's high soprano was starting to become a piercing shriek as the tentacles(?) started to wrap tighter around me.
…
My forearm broke.
"This… this isn't what I expected my bondage fantasy to be…!" I barely said through my gritted teeth as I tried my best to rile up the Lord of Chaos.
It worked. A bit too well for my liking as I felt my ribs cracking from the pressure of the black tentacles(tendrils).
…
Okay, now I was crying and the fuckboy was smiling with glee at my torment.
"Now, now…" He spoke as his sadistic pleasure brought him back to a good mood. "Do you even know where that stupid old man hid his Helmet of Fate?"
"...I don't know shit" I lied as I kept on sobbing from the fucking pain.
"You're lying to me dear boy…" Snarled Klarion as he began raking his claws on my chest, causing me to bleed. "Now tell me where the Helm—"
"Oh fuck you!" I said as both of my hands flipped the bird. "Go and fuck that cat of yours!"
"Well… your tongue may not tell me what I want to know…" Sneered the fucker as he leaned forward. "But your soul will"
"... wait, what are you—"
He ripped out my fucking soul right there. Jeezes it felt like rape but… just 10 times worse. Now, I felt even more bare than Nabu realizing my paradoxical existence. I was now completely naked to Klarion, figuratively.
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I'm not in some kind of shitty ass yaoi fanfiction now am I? Fucking hell… this feels like exactly one of those R-moments!
"Hold on… this is interesting! Very interesting indeed! You might have a young physical body… but your soul has aged pretty well! Wait a minute…"
Seconds ticked by as Klarion's brows furrowed as his face adopted multiples of expressions.
"I have… so many, many, many, many, many QUESTIONS!" Screeched Klarion as his head did a literal 180 that freaked the fuck out of me. "But first… I shall take what I have come for! Now WHERE. IS. IT?!"
His head reverted back and I could feel a set of alien eyes opening within my soul. Of mother of fuck… he was peering inside of me… he was peering inside of me and was drinking away what was left of me…
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I'm dying…
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I'm being sucked up… like… human soup…
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Good. Drink it up motherfucker.
"Wait… what am I… what is this?!"
"... truth you dumbass motherfucker…" I whispered as I kept on crying… Fuck you universe… fuck you…
"No… no it was a trick! IT WAS A TRICK!"
"No… It's the fucking truth Klarion" I spoke as I kept on crying… Fuck you universe… fuck you whoever's in charge of this shitty ass story… fuck you…
"It's the truth no one would've anticipated… it's the truth that all philosophers were afraid of… it's the truth… that we do not exist"
"LIES! LIES! LIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
One hand wraps around my neck, squeezing life out of me as the other grabbed a piece of flesh that was still attached to my body.
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Ow.
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OW. Fuck you universe… fuck you whoever's in charge of this shitty ass story… fuck you whoever decided to create me in the first place… fuck you…
"I'M REAL! I AM…! I AM! I HAVE LIVED A HUNDRED LIVES! I AM THE LORD OF CHAOS! I AM…! I AM…! I AM REALLLLLL! I FEEL! I THINK! I-I-I…!"
"No you fucking aren't…" I whispered as I choked out my words, provoking Klarion even further, but at the same time, making sure that the truth of this world was engraved deep into his fucking bleeding heart. Fuck you universe… fuck you whoever's in charge of this shitty ass story… fuck you whoever decided to create me in the first place… fuck your imagination…
"We're all puppets… on a fucking string… what comes out of our mouths… what is generated within our minds… what is done by our hands… it all comes from the fucking author…"
"LIES!"
"It's the truth you dipshit… I don't exactly know how we're being narrated, but I know for sure that our existence is made up with ink or 0s and 1s… We're just fiction that exists for other's entertainment… we're a fucking slave to a fucking story from fucking birth… whatever we do… has no fucking meaning in the end"
"... no… NO!"
Another jolt of pain echoed through my bones, but instead of screaming I was laughing. A pathological laughter burst through my lungs as I felt my broken ribs stabbing my internal organs.
I was happy. So happy that there was another one cursed with nonsense. So happy that there was another person who was tormented like me…
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When the pain subsided enough to stop my laughter, I cracked the most annoying grin and tapped Klarion's cheek with my hand. Once. Twice. Thrice.
"Fuck. You" I spoke through my gritted teeth as I sneered at Klarion's face that was in a mixture of a thousands of emotions. "For making me realize how shitty this joke is"
I temporarily blacked out.
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When I woke back up, I was broken and battered, lying on the cold stone tiles as little stars twinkled up above.
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To my left, Kent Nelson's cane was levitating.
To my right, Kent Nelson's body was leaking juice.
Klarion was nowhere in sight. I don't know if he took the Helmet of Fate with him after the revelation, but one thing for sure is that he threw a hissy fit. Hopefully he killed the fucking cat in the process, who the fuck knows?
Wordlessly, I grabbed the cane with my left hand while my right took the pistol on my ankle. I was immediately transported back to the room where my friends were still being tortured by the futuristic magician.
I simply raised my gun at the back of the magician's spine, and fired the small firearm.
Only then I allowed myself to plant my face on the floor.
"Hey dad…"
"Hello son"
"Aren't going to ask me if I'm winning?"
"... are you winning son?"
I laughed so hard when my dad said that. Unfortunately, I think my nearly healed ribs broke once again as I choked on my spit by the sudden pain that erupted in my abdomen. Focused on the pain, it was too late as I accidentally touched the turtle in the game I was playing, causing the plumber to die as the "GAME OVER" bgm rang out of my gaming device.
"Don't move too much Gary" Spoke the Question as he motioned me to stop moving. "I have no idea what happened between you and the Witch Boy, but one thing for sure is that you nearly died"
"Gee" I spoke sarcastically as I shut down the device. "I haven't noticed"
It has been about 15 minutes since I've woken up and the first person to notice my awakening was the Question who was next to me beside the entire day. What a dad, unlike others who said they will be back with a jug of milk.
According to him and his 5 minute nutshell of what happened, my bullet didn't hit Abra Kadabra's spine like I intended to. However, it successfully made him lose control over the electricity he was controlling that was tormenting the Team, allowing Superboy to rush over and throw his haymaker before the magician(?) recovered from the shock of the bullet.
What happened next was pretty obvious. The Team rushed over to my unconscious body and Kid Flash zipped out of the tower to contact the League. The most closest and available hero came as fast as possible and they had to wait for a magician who used actual 'magic' to find the Helmet of Fate, which Kent Nelson hid it somewhere in the Tower. However, it was nowhere in sight. I even told them where Nelson hid the damn thing, but nobody was able to recover it from the place I described. Maybe Kent Nelson lied to me, which was a smart move of his own, or the Helmet gtfo'ed on its own.
Fuck. I really need that Helmet destroyed.
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Scratch that, I want every Lord of Order to go and fuck themselves out of existence. Along with the Lords of Chaos too. That would make a pure balance between the universe…
Anyways, back to what happened. After help came for us, the League hooked me up into some highly technologically advanced medical stuff and…
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Hold up.
"Dad…?" I called out with a worried expression. "We have insurance right?"
That was when dad laughed loudly through his faceless mask as I started to bite my nails in anxiety.
America and their insurances… fucking hell. Some things don't change even when switching the entire fucking universe.
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"Gary, what are you doing?" Asked my dad as I started to aggressively press the F button on my keyboard.
"Paying respects to Kent Nelson" I replied gloomily.
After two days, I was out of the medical center. During that time, I was frequently visited by the Team who came to check on me and bring(read: smuggling) me snacks, pillows, stuffed unicorns, and other items I personally asked for them. Either than them and dad, there was Batman who came to see me while I was still recovering from Klarion's torture. He intended to listen to what had exactly happened and he demanded how Kent Nelson died. I simply told him that I couldn't remember jack shit.
He didn't believe me and neither did the Question who was in the same room during my interrogation, but dad had the Batman turn away from obtaining answers. I'm glad to have him.
Anyways, two days was what it took me to recover fully.
Then, through a shady source back in my school, I got my hands on some cheap whiskey and spent the whole entire night drinking away and crying, knowing that Victor Sage was out for the night protecting the streets. The fucking applause has briefly stopped and I wake up in reality. A reality where I am informed that I'm not even real. And even if I was… there's a fucking Lord of Order trying to kill me.
The Comedian drinks until he's under the table behind the curtain, preparing to face the crowd once more with a stupid smile on his face as his perspective of the world shifts into a fantasy… just so he could momentarily escape from reality.
