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MOTION TO ENTER EXHIBIT INTO EVIDENCE! here's my audition tape for Total Drama Island Interdimensional. @gutsyGumshoe @starPower [Trycks stares at the camera, and blinks a few times, before realizing that it's actually on. She grins, a little belatedly. "INTRODUCTIONS FROM THE DEFENSE! My name is Filigree Hallowen - though informally you may also know me as Trycks Treats, or The Thespian. I'm, uh, a legislacerator and a gamblignant. I'm really good at arguing-" [there's a cut to some footage of Trycks in courtblock, in a shouting match with the opposing legislacerator, though there's no audio, and then a powerpoint transition that goes through different cases she's won.] [The camera cuts back] "-and thinking strategically-" [This shot appears to be security footage, slightly grainy and timestamped, of four trolls sitting around a dimly-lit table with jazz playing in the background. There's piles of chips in the middle of the table, and next to each troll. The camera zooms in on Trycks as sev says, "CROSS EXAMINATION! does it resolve?" and no one can counter whatever she just played. The other players all shove about half their chips towards the middle pile, and Trycks looks up at the camera and smirks.] [The shot cuts back.] "-and, frankly, I just have a killer stage presence." The camera pans slightly to the side, lingering on a massive, ornately enrgaved battleaxe, and there's a shot of Trycks' hand reaching to grab it. The video ends.]
Ahem. Due to several auditions having been submitted for TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND INTERDIMENSIONAL without the final tapes being published to the feed, @starPower and I are allowing an emergency final 24 hours for any remaining submissions. Please feel free to message me directly with any inquiries. See @starPower's pinned post for submission details. The broadcast will begin on May 11th. See you there!
@STARPOWER @GUTSYGUMSHOE [CLOSE-UP. HANDHELD ANGLE, LIKELY ON A PALMHUSK. DARK ROOM. AUSTERE LACK OF EMBELLISHMENT. FLICKERING, EMERGENCY-LIGHT RED ILLUMINATES HIS FACE.] ATTENTION, WORTHLESS SHOWRUNNER. THIS IS KARKAT VANTAS SPEAKING. FIRST OF ALL, FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FOR FORCING ME TO GLAZE MYSELF IN NOT ONLY A PRIVATE, ONE-TO-ONE MEDIUM, BUT IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CHITTR BODY AT LARGE AS A PREREQUISITE TO BEING ON THIS ALREADY INSIPID BARKBEAST SHOW OF A PROGRAM. I'M GOING TO ENSURE THAT MY AUDITION IS NOTHING SHORT OF PAN-STRIPPINGLY, BULB-FRYINGLY LONG BEYOND ALL POSSIBILITY OF TRUNCATION IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT AS FEW PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF THE SHOWRUNNER STAFF BOTHER TO GIVE IT A PASSING GLANCE AS ONE GIGANTIC, FLAMING MIDDLE FINGER TO YOU AND THIS FUCKED UP TEMPLE TO DEVILRY YOU'VE ERECTED IN THE TOWN SQUARE OF THIS FUCK-AWFUL ONLINE PLATFORM. FUCK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR. FUCK YOU AND YOUR COIFFED TRESSES AND YOUR GLINTING TEETH AND YOUR SPRAY-GRAYED, CHEMICAL-BASTED, OVER-INSURED EXPRESSION PLATE, CHRYSS MCLEAN. UGH. TO ANSWER YOUR FIRST QUESTION AND ALL OTHERS, I'M GOING TO CANNIBALIZE THINGS THAT *OTHER* TROLLS HAVE SAID ABOUT ME INTO A GROTESQUE HODGE-PODGE OF A SELF-DESCRIPTION THAT PUTS ME AT LEAST *ONE* LAYER OF REMOVAL AWAY FROM BLOWING A THUNDERCLOUD OF RIP-ROARING SMOKE UP MY CHUTE. BEING FUNNY ISN'T A SPECIAL TALENT. NEITHER IS BEING SMARTER THAN THE MAJORITY OF THE DROOLING, SPONGE-ROTTED CHITTRLINGS WHO ARE LIKELY ALREADY ENTERING THIS TELEVISED CULLSPORT. THE FACT THAT I'M CAPABLE OF POSTING THE OCCASIONAL ORIGINAL IMAGE OR PHOTO IS A STEP ABOVE IN MY OPINION, BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THAT, REALLY. EVEN MY STORIED HISTORY AS A RADICAL LEADER WHO CAN RALLY A YOWLING HORDE OF BELLIGERENT, SHITHIVE MISENTHROPES AND GET THEM TO WORK AS A COHESIVE TEAM IS CHUMP FUCKING CHANGE AROUND THESE PARTS. AND IN THE END, IN THIS POLITICAL CLIMATE, HEMOANONYMITY IS A CAEGAR A CENTILLION. I DO NOT HAVE A QUALITY THAT IS GOING TO "DAZZLE" YOU. BUT I CAN LIFT UP YOUR OTHER CHUTE-KISSING GLAMOUR DIVAS BY COMPARISON. I EXCEL IN ONE THING: BEEFING IT. MY LUCK AND ITS TIMELINE-UBIQUITOUS ABSENCE IS NOTHING SHORT OF *LEGENDARY.* I TAKE *ONE* STEP OUTSIDE MY HIVE AND SOMEHOW WAKE UP ON A BEACH WITH A MOUTHFUL OF BLOOD, SAND, AND GLENFIDDICH. I GO ON *ONE* FISHING TRIP AND I'M IN THE DIGESTION SAC OF A WHALE FOR FIVE AND A HALF DAYS AND WASH UP ON THE SHORE OF EARTH-CJUANA. I STAY AT *ONE* CUPE AND CONSUMABLES, AND THE NEXT MORNING, I'M SIX BOTTLES OF TROLLQUILA DEEP AND THERE'S A LOADED GUN IN MY SYLLADEX BEING POINTED AT A CARAPICIAN CARTEL LEADER WHO'S TRYING TO TAKE MY TYPESTUBS OFF WITH THE BIGGEST KNIFE I'VE EVER SEEN. AND TO BE CLEAR. THEY. WILL NOT. GROW BACK. IN OTHER WORDS — I FUCKING SUCK. BUT I SUCK IN A WAY THAT WILL MAKE EVERY SINGLE OTHER NOOK-CHAFING, FUCKMAGGOT-RIDDLED SYCOPHANT ON YOUR SHOW LOOK LIKE A ROCK STAR. AND *IF* I SOMEHOW MANAGE TO PRATFALL MY RIDICULOUS, BLEEDING STRUTPODS ALL THE WAY TO THE FINISH LINE BY TOTAL COINCIDENCE, IT'S PROBABLY GOING TO TURN YOUR AUDIENCE INTO A MUSHROOM CLOUD. ALL PUBLICITY IS GOOD PUBLICITY. OR WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS YOU BELIEVE. LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY. REMEMBER GLENNH FROM "A CATACLYSMIC PLAGUE CAUSES DAYWALKING, SHAMBLING HORDES OF GNAWING UNDEAD TO SPREAD ACROSS THE NATION WHILE A RAGTAG TEAM OF MORALLY GRAY SURVIVORS LED BY A WELL-INTENTIONED LAW ENFORCERADICATOR AND A GRIMY, YET SEXY COUNTRY BOY WITH A CROSSBOW EKE OUT A LIVING IN THE RUINS OF THE FALLEN WORLD, AND ALSO THE DEAD ARE, IN FACT, WALKING?" THAT'S ME. I'M HIM. BUT I'M FUNNIER. AS FOR SOME KIND OF PATHOS STATEMENT ABOUT WHY YOU SHOULD PICK ME OUT OF THE NO-DOUBT FUCKTILLION OTHER CONTESTANT AUDITIONS YOU'VE HAD STUFFED INTO YOUR MAIL CANISTER, I PROBABLY DON'T HAVE A BETTER REASON FOR THAT, EITHER. THERE'S PROBABLY A TROLL ENTERING THIS COMPETITION WHO IS A GENUINE PUMP-WRENCHING TRAGEDY WITH AN INTERNET CONNECTION AND A DREAM, WHOSE WEARY TALE OF WOE WOULD MOVE EVEN MY DESSICATED PITY DUCTS TO TEARS. THERE ARE A MILLION BETTER REASONS I COULD THINK TO OFFER SOME OTHER OBSEQUIOUS, WHIMPERING WORM ON THE PLATFORM A SHOT AT THE SACCHARINE, COMMERCIALIZED PREMIUM PACKAGE OF DIVINE BENEDICTION™, NOW ON SALE AT CROCKERCORP. PEOPLE WHO NEED POWER. OR PEOPLE WHO ALREADY HAVE POWER, AND WANT MORE. PEOPLE WHO WOULD USE THAT POWER FOR GOOD. OR FOR BAD. WHICH IS SOMETHING I WOULD TRY MY DAMNDEST TO HINDER, AS LONG AS I'VE GOT THE GLOBES FOR IT. BUT WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING? I KNOW FULLY WELL THAT IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS, I AM A CATEGORICALLY POWERLESS PERSON. PEOPLE LIKE ME, BY OUR VERY DEFINITION, TEND *NOT* TO BE THE ONES HOLDING POWER. WE'RE THE ONES WHO DISDAIN THE GAME AND REFUSE TO PLAY, AND IN DOING SO ULTIMATELY LOSE BY FORFEIT. AND IN THE END, THAT HELPS A LOUD, RESOUNDING, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING *NO ONE.* JANE IS THE CEO OF CROCKERCORP. FEFERI IS THE FUCKING EMPRESS, NOW. MORE THAN HALF OF ALL THE FLYING ASSHOLES I REGULARLY CHIT WITH ARE GODLY, IMMORTAL, LIMP-FRONDED STOOGES WHO HAVE ALREADY BUMBLED THEIR SORRY CHUTES INTO *ULTIMATE POWER.* ALL OF THE MOVERS AND SHAKERS ON THE CHESSBOARD ALREADY HAVE WHAT THEY NEED TO PLAY. BUT DESPITE BEING ONE OF THE "CREATORS," AS WE'VE SO HUMBLY TAKEN TO EVIDENTLY CALLING OURSELVES, I DON'T. I'M JUST A REGULAR, RUN-OF-THE-PULPMILL ASSHOLE. I'M NOT A PLAYER ON THE BOARD. BUT AFTER ALL THESE SWEEPS, I'M WILLING TO BE. SO I'VE DECIDED, "FUCK IT." I'M WILLING TO PLAY YOUR GAME. I'M WILLING TO PLAY BY YOUR ASININE, SCHOOLHIVE, TAINT-CHAFING, DICKWORM-RUMPUS RULES IN FRONT OF A AN AUDIENCE POPULATED BY THE WHOLE CONCEIVABLE MULTIVERSE OF PARADOX SPACE FOR THE CHANCE TO ROLL THE DICE AND SEE IF THIS TIME, THIS *FUCKING* TIME, IT'S THE LITTLE GUY WHO ENDS UP WITH THE POWER TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT. I'M WILLING TO COMMIT SO MUCH THAT IF IT MEANS THE RIGHT PERSON MIGHT WIN? I'M WILLING TO LOSE. AND MAYBE IN DOING SO, SOMEHOW ANOTHER BLITHERING IDIOT MIGHT LIFT ME UP, ANYWAY. IF I WIN, I'M DOING THIS FOR EVERYONE WHO DIDN'T MAKE IT. BIG AND SMALL. IF I WIN, I'M FINISHING WHAT MY SANCTIMONIOUS BULLSHIT BLOODLINE STARTED. IF I WIN, WE ALL WIN. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT A *LEADER* IS FOR. AND SO, ONCE MORE, WITH FEELING. FUCK YOU. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/34FDBD94636E.GIF #TOTALDRAMAISLAND
AHEM. I may circulate this post for the afternoon and evening crowds again, so don't be surprised if you see a repost. Here are the details for the next season of TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND INTERDIMENSIONAL. Our roster will include: - Twelve trolls, rust through violet castes. Two will be permitted to enter as hemoanonymous. - Four carapacians. - Eight human beings. - Two wildcards. Sprites, cherubs, and species otherwise not listed here. The grand prize for winning will be a fast track to sleazy tabloid fame, a small fortune, and *one* favor of your choice granted by myself. TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND INTERDIMENSIONAL will be sponsored by Crockercorp and air exclusively on the Bettybroadcast Worldwide network (BBW). You have until May 1st to get your auditions in, at which point we will announce the final cast! We will begin live broadcasting on May 11. Please *Read* and fill out the attached form to audition. https://forms.gle/4LzUEzdjbB3ijuqD8 #totaldramaisland
@gutsyGumshoe @starPower [The video starts with a hand over the camera lens. Slight shuffling and shifting last for a few seconds before the hand is moved away from the camera's line of sight. The video feed itself is from that of a front facing phone, held up by space-bound powers. Najm is sitting cross-legged, waving from the hood of her reflective blurple color-wrapped hobby car parked in the middle of a short-grass field. She's wearing jeans, red and green sneakers, simple black shortsleeve shirt (showing off her noticeably large biceps) with the Space aspect spiral on it, accessorized with red and green color matching charm bracelets and star earrings.] "Hi there to everyone in the Total Drama Island selection committee! My name is Najm, some people call me Naj, whatever works is fine honestly." "A little bit about me, uhhh. Well, I'm not from Earth-C, but that was made plain and obvious in my application lol. Maid of Space from another session across paradoxspace! Saw the chits about it and got curious honestly! I used to watch shows like Total Drama Island when I was younger and always wondered what it would be like to participate in an event like that! I don't super have much of a sob story going on, I'm just really curious about all this really! I remember reading on the application something about humans being a personality hire for this and, honestly that's fine with me lol. If this visa goes through, I'm there for a fun time not a long time." [A short cut to a few moments later is noticable from the sudden perspective change. Najm is now laying down completely on her back against the hood and windshield with her arms crossed, supporting the back of her head and one leg crossed over the other.] "Other than all that, my hobbies include drag racing, working on cars, machines, and personalizing tech. I'm a scientist by trade, but like to also indulge in weaving crafts like crochet, design stitching, embrodery, etc. I've been getting into learning about guns and shooting from my bestie, though my prefered weapons are shovels, guns are starting to get really fun to use! Let's see, what else. Erm, weight lifting, gymnastics. Cats! I love cats! Though I think trolls call them purrbeasts? Apt name for them honestly. ......I cant really think of much else right now honestly! Hope to meet you guys in person beyond chittr space! Bye!" [With a smile and another charm bracelet jingle-jangle wave, the video ends.]
Weren't you in prison or something. What happened to that. ♥︎
think i am. doing this. right. wish. me luck. #evilgang. #beetlegang. @starPower @gutsyGumshoe [ Attached to the post is a video of Knytte, filmed inside of their burrow. There are shelves carved into the dirt and stone that make up the backdrop, each decorated with a variety of crystals and stones ranging from breathtakingly beautiful to just neat. Knytte is seated in front of the camera, hunched forward into the frame. It would be more than a bit difficult for them to fit into the shot if they sat upright. "Hello. Chittr. And my friends," they begin speaking, their voice flat and disjointed but strangely endearing all the same. "And of course. The people. Running this. Total Drama Island." They clear their throat and shuffle in their seat, not breaking eye contact with the camera. "Welcome. To my. Demo reel. For why you. Should choose me. To embark. On an adventure. To. The Island. of. Dramatic totality." They place a hand to their chest. "First. I am appointed. To being. The Chief Entity. of Entomology. In Trollbama's very own. Cabinet. Because of the. Resounding success. Of my own. Event. Beetleweek. Hashtag beetleweek. The bloodpushers and thinksponges. Of the masses. Were captivated by. Our small. And chitinous friends." They then point to their face, finally closing their eyes in what looks like a... smile? It's hard to tell as the lower half of their face is behind a mask. ^_^ "The second. Is because I am. So sweet. I can make. You. Smile one million." Their face returns to looking unsettling as usual. "But. I am also. Evil. And fucked up. Because when. I was. Only a Pupa. My lusus. Was carried off." They glance to the side, looking... sad? "By Behemoth Inferno Ants. Never to be seen. Again. And I myself. Was taken. By not-ants. Where I trained. To be. Hollow. And deadly. I studied. The blade. I am intimately familiar. With the blade." They shift their head to the side, revealing a massive blade resting against the wall of the burrow. "I love. The blade. And. The blade. Loves me. Not to mention." They raise their left arm, shifting it out from under their cloak to reveal a sleek prosthetic, black and glossy with a carbon fiber pattern. Two plates on the forearm snap to the side and settle further back near the elbow, a black blade shooting upward. "I studied. The blade. So good. That. I became. The blade." The plates and blade of their prosthetic shift back into place, their arm hidden under their cloak once more. "In my quest. To become. The bug-mayor. Of chittr. As well as. The best. Chief entity. I can be. I should be. Featured. Not for my sake. But for. The sake of. Beetlekind. And. For all of. Our constituents." They fold their hands together and give a slight nod at the camera. "You. Thank you for. Your viewing. If I win. I will tell you. When. The fog is. Coming. Again." The footage stays on Knytte for a while longer. They give another "smile" ^_^ at the camera, and the footage ends. ]
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Everyone wants to be the biggest pervert in the sherbert.
*This account seems to have been made recently with no other posts except for this single video. It opens up with a shaky recording of a masked troll standing in front of the ocean on a beach. The masked figure looks visibly uncomfortable and doesn't seem to know what to do with his arms, while other troll recording it holds out a thumbs up and begins to speak in a loud, eccentric voice.* "IT'S RECORDING! GO ON! DO IT!" *The masked troll clears his throat and then puts his hands on his hips.* "Hello to anyone watching. My name is Zavier, and I am making this video to audition for Total Drama Island. Now I'm sure you're wondering what I have to offer. If you're looking for someone who can fight off any sort of beast, land or sea, I've got the job covered with my trusty tri-" *He pats his sides, and then glances around realizing that his trident was nowhere to be seen.* "My trusty..-" "CATCH!" *The troll recording tosses the trident to Zavier. He yelps and scrambles to catch it. Right before the trident lands in the ground, the video suddenly cuts to him holding it like nothing happened.* "My trusty trident." "ZAVIER! SHOW THEM THE ARM TRICK!" "The.. oh. Oh! Yeah!" *Zavier lifts up his left arm. The gold prosthetic glimmers in the moonlight as he aims it at the camera. There's a click, and the hand shoots off like a grappling hook and smacks directly into the camera. The lens cracks from the impact and the camera man falls over.* "GAH!" "Dex! Shit, are you okay?!" "THAT... WAS.. AWESOME!" *Zavier lets out a sigh of relief. as the camera man gets back up from the sand and resumes recording.* "As you can see, I am a perfectly capable candidate for Total Drama Island. Pick me, and I promise you, I will not disappoint." *Zavier points his trident at the camera.* "Alright Dex. Mind uploading this on chittr for me?" "DO NOT WORRY, ZAVIER. I'VE GOT THIS, HEHEHE!" *Zavier nods and the video ends.* @starPower @gutsyGumshoe https://file.garden/ae6_q1AoTDGIu7_4/Zavier.png
concept: using your fingers to slowly spread their fin rays watching with curious eyes as they flutter nervously in response to your probing you lean in to drag your tongue across the soft interradial membrane of their earfin only to hear their breath hitching towards the stark difference between the warmth of your touch and the chill of their skin sitting in their lap as you roll your hips at an eager pace their head nods back to stare up at you with blown out pupils that were usually so stern and slitted their hands hold your hips tight claws that could tear you to pieces were you a beast in their waters so gentle as they skim upwards to draw over your ribs your eyes guiltily trail down to their neck to the gills that flutter there with each needy noise they allow slip past razorlined teeth youve memorized the feel of the sharp operculum that protects the sensitive and fragile piece of their throat gill rakers flashing with each gasp they make you cant help yourself you lean down to drag your tongue carefully over the shape of them the warmth of your saliva near such a delicate part causes their hips to thrust upwards against you from below claws pricking skin and teeth gritting "careful" they warn in a pathetic voice but it only makes your hips move faster (tags: Reader/Anonymous, seadweller, #rankworks, seadweller fetishization, #nsfw, finplay, gillplay, caste difference alluded to, no quads mentioned, flushcoded, archive rating: M)
-=[ [The video starts with Kaikka at her husktop, and it looks like it’s directly over whatever the troll-equivalent to a bed that’s not a cupe would be. Cushion slab. It’s dark in her block with only the glow of monitors illuminating the goldblood’s face; viewers might be able to acknowledge the outline of body pillows curled into a nest-like fashion behind her. There’s cables dangling from the ceiling, and of course, fixed to the goldblood herself.] [A wobbly smile curls at her lips as she pushes her glasses further onto her nose, stammering. “Hhey! Hi. I’m Kaikka Mohdem,” Heart-shaped pinch of bandaged fingers. “This is myy audition for Total Drama Island, uh, Hheh.”] [A hand reaches out to the camera, fussing with the device momentarily; she’s plucked it from the top of the monitor, allowing it to focus on her smiling face as she turns in her seat, displaying the many monitors behind her. All of them are fluctuating in activity simultaneously. Chittr timelines scroll, Grubtube navigates seemingly on it’s own, there’s even a document up, writing.] [“IIII think. I should be on the show because! SgghhI don’t know, I thhhink it would be fun and I have a lot of entertaining quirks?” x-)? “Aaand um. I think maybee seeing me on TV would entice my moirail into coming back. I haven’t seen him in so long, heh, I-I’m starting to forget his face!”] [She pauses, a tick quakes in her lips, but a spark of psionics at the rim of her glasses draws her attention back to the video. “And I’ve also seen everyyy episode already! Like every episode. I don’t think any of my skills wwwwouuulldd apply to challenges in any meaningful way ssso I get if you pick. Someone else. But! I’m a really good porn artist and- ooh- ah- technomancy psionics-”] [The monitors behind her flip suddenly, footage from the webcam that she’s holding, mirroring her. The lenses from her glasses glare against the light.] [“.......”] [“Bye!!!!!” Happy waving. :-) The video ends.] @starPower @gutsyGumshoe https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/118648044_zWvcSO9q8h1ICD5.png_☺]=-
i actively crave t)(e worsenin and destruction of anyt)(in wit)(in my orbit. if youre an alco)(olic, ill make ya drink more. if youre an addict, ill enable you to deat)(. i want to enable every worst impulse, every bad idea, every possible maladaptive t)(oug)(tform just to see w)(at it does to you. its like a pressure cooker, endurin and endless. and eit)(er you crumble like coal in my claws as i laug)( seein ya die, or i see a diamond bein born, w)(ic)( is just as beautiful to witness.
Since concern has been raised about this, I feel the need to clarify. We do not use our company's intern program as "an eXcuse to abuse lowbloods." We at #MacroCullsmos are an equal-opportunity employer, and have interns on all stripes of the hemospectrum. Highbloods are not given any hiring preference, and must work their way up the corporate ladder, just as any other troll. When we deal out corporal punishment to our wretched and unworthy interns, it is equal-opportunity #violence. - MC Oleana
The #totaldramaisland auditions are ROLLING IN. We are pleased to report a BUMPER CROP of eligible candidates. Please continue to post your submissions and to tag myself and @starPower. ... I WISH you could read what I'm reading. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e01183f9898c.png
if i catc)( even even a W)(IFF of you again you miserable little RAC----E TRAITOR i will pluck your T-E-ET)( out, N----ERV-ES ATTAC)(-ED, AND PLAY T)(----EM LIK----E A VIOLIN!
YOU W )( A T W)(-----EN I G-ET MY WR-ETC)(-ED )(ANDS ON YOU, YOU SLIPP-ERY ----E-----EL I WILL P-ERSONALLY S)(OW YOU W)(Y TV ADDS 30 POUNDS TO YOUR LOOK BY S)(OVING MY -----ENTIR--------E L-------EG DOWN YOUR PROT-EINS)(OOT----ER AND SQUAR-----E OUT YOUR M O U T )( LIK-E A SK----EW-----ER----ED SWIN-----EB-------EAST!!!!!!!
Guess who just bought 50 scratchers?! Jiggy's strikin it rich today
WAIT IS IT STILL POSSIBLE TO SIGN UP??? PLEASE!!!
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