#GOBLIN COMMANDER UNLEASH THE HORDE MENTION!!!

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A brief recounting of the events of Elder Scrolls Legends, and of the Forgotten Heroes that saved the Empire when no one else could.

The Argonian, The Myth, The Legend...

SWIMS-AT-NIGHT!

SMUGGLER, WAR HERO... AND THE MOST LOYAL OF FRIENDS.

Self-Proclaimed "Greatest Smuggler in Tamriel," Swims-At-Night was just a simple smuggler during the Great War, stealing his cargoes from the Thalmor controlled Cyrodill, traversing the treacherous seas to later sell it off to either the resistance in Hammerfell or the Thalmor themselves, to them at 5 times the original value and at half the quality, not really out of any patriotic duty as much as for the cold and shiny siren call of gold. A daring, dangerous life, that made him make contacts with all sorts of people, that however ill fitted his true calling.

For you see, for while he was indeed without equal in his smuggling and his ability with poisoned blades was without match... Swims-At-Night was a lore nerd at heart. Especially if he could turn a tidy profit from said lore nerding.

But let's keep things in order.

Everything in Swims-At-Night's life changed one fateful night, during that same Great War he was profiting from... When he met two figures.

One, was Tyr.

This Beefcake of a Nord was one of the few remaining blades, captured by the second in command of the Thalmor Warlord and Daedric Follower Lord Narafiin, and left to Rot and fight for his life in one of his dungeons/daedric lair/underground arenas, only to one day escape with the help of another... mysterious figure.

THE FORGOTTEN HERO! WAR CRIMINAL! BACKSTABBER! MASTER OF DISGUISE! GENERALLY GREEDY ASSHOLE! THE WORST OF FRIENDS! DID I MENTION BACKSTABBER, LIKE, SERIOUSLY, THIS FUCKER BACKSTABS A LOT.

Basically TESL Robbie Rotten. At least he hates Nazi elves tho.

Anyway, back to that one faithful night. Tyr and the Forgotten Hero, from here on TFH, had recently escaped their captivity, and were searching for a lift to reach Skyrim, so to warn the emperor, who had retreated there after the fall of the imperial city, of Narafiin’s Daedric Dealings, and also so they could scoop up a friend of Tyr along the way, so that she could shine a Light upon this mess.

So, in the middle of the night, in the middle of a Port patrolled by Thalmor Justiciars searching for both them and the Argonian’s stolen Cargo, Tyr and TFH decide to steal Swims-At-Night’s boat...

RIGHT. FROM. UNDER. HIS. GILLS.

Needless to say, it was friendship at first sight.

After discovering the 2 vagrants trying to steal his shit and a quick sword fight with the Forgotten Hero, the Trio is found by one of the aforementioned Thalmor Patrols, and therefore, seeing how they too were being hunted down by the Nazi Elves, he goes “what the hell, the enemy of my nazi enemy is my new best friend, let’s go guys, this trip is on me!”, scoops them up on his ship, and departs from the port toward northern shores.

They later shipwreck. Because dude might be the “Greatest Smuggler in Tamriel,” but I challenge you to steer a ship during one perfect storm with one bloodthirsty Breton pirate ship trying their best to board them and sink his ship at the same time. Not even (spoilers) Sails-Trough-Storms herself could do it, I say.

Anyway, they shipwreck, have some zany adventures in High Rock with some mudcrabs and some spriggans, find a wolf cub TFH might or might have not abandoned to his fate rather than take in and nurture as his new pet LIKE THE ASSHOLE HE IS, and finally, in the middle of a ancient ruin, surrounded by angry goblins who had just come in and killed the cultists that were trying to kill her...

She appears, in all her majestic might...

LAANETH! MISTRESS OF MAGIC! SCHOLAR AND RESEARCHER AMONG THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS COLLEGES AND MAGES GUILDS IN ALL OF TAMRIEL, AND EXPERT IN DAEDRIC ARTIFACTS AND LORE!

Anyway, they save Laaneth from a Goblin assault straight out of Goblin Slayer, and she informs them that her latest research was around a semi obscure prophecy called The Culling (II), a cautionary tale about how people shouldn’t standardize and destroy their Battle Royal Games for greed and get rich schemes, and about how, during a particular cosmological event, the veil between worlds will be weakened, and will be easily breached by anyone committing a sacrifice big enough (Like, for example, the entirety of the Imperial City Population) to reawaken the now forgotten Oblivion Gates, so that the maws of Oblivion will be able to be opened one last time, to unleash hell upon Nirn, so to hasten the deterioration of reality and the breaking of the world, thus destroying creation and possibly but most definitely not allowing the Thalmor to ascend to godhood in the ensuing chaos.

You know, standard Nazi Elves plans.

This is even more concerning of Lord Naarafiin simply having Dremoras and other Daedras in his armies, especially after it is revealed that some major entity, perhaps even a Prince, must be edging their bets on this thing happening, so they decide to quickly reach the Emperor’s Camp all together to give him the grave news, and see what to do next.

(If i may take a moment, I would like to point out how Swims-At-Night, his ship destroyed and his cargo now in the seas, without a single prospect of coin in sight, is still there, ready to fight and die for his newfound companions and freedom, because he might be a scoundrel and a Smuggler, but he is a Honest Smuggler goddammit, mass genocide and daedric outbreaks are a big no no for him.

He also probably already knitted some new best friends sweaters already for him and his bros and is already probably preparing one for his new nerd elven friend, and probably didn’t want them to go to waste, so there’s that).

Anyway, our heroes got to Skyrim. Some more shenanigans ensue, a bar fight, some imperial deserters, a High Elf Merchant that was trapped by giant spider and had NOTHING TO DO WITH THE THALMOR TFH might have just been plain old racist too and left for dead rather than help, the ghost of another merchant asking for revenge against some other, human bandits that killed him and his family for their gold, and all that...

Anyway, they reach the Emperor’s Camp, where we meet the last members of this ragtag bunch of misfits...

GENERAL CASSIA! SECOND IN COMMAND DURING THE GREAT WAR UNDER EMPEROR TITUS MEDE II, AND MOSTLY THE ONE WHO HAD TO DO THE DIRTY WORK FOR HIM IN THE FORM OF DISCIPLINING DESERTERS AND ALL THAT NASTY SHIT.

Anyway, a plan is formed. Our Heroes must return to the Imperial City, disguised as Gladiators, and will use a secret passage near the Arena, the SAME passage the Hero of Kvatch used all those many years before to escape the imperial prison, courtesy of Swims-At-Night, the History Nerd him, to reach into White Gold Tower, and steal the greatest treasure of all.

THE ORB OF VAERMINA!

For you see, Lord Naarafiin indeed had the help of Daedric Princes, ready to spring up at the occasion of the walls of reality getting thinner, and Vaermina was among them. The Warlord was using the Orb to spy on the Imperial Troops movements and plans, easily outwitting them and laying waste along the country, committing one atrocity after the next, reading the field play for the final sacrifice, and our heroes needed to get the sphere away from him, so to better prepare a effective attack plan against the city before it was too late.

So, our heroes reach the Imperial Capital, passing as gladiators, and go into the secret passage, now swarming with perilous undead after many years from the 3rd era...

And with a mysterious altar, appeared out of nowhere, whose burning light, as bright as dawn breaking upon the fields, shone against the undead hordes, aiding our heroes in their time of need as it scorched them to a crisp.

For it seemed, not all Princes were in favor of Naraafiin’s plan of destroying the world.

Or maybe Meridia just wanted to scorch some Mummies, who knows with her.

Anyway, our heroes reach the highest floor of the Tower, where the Orb is left unprotected...

And where they are promptly ambushed by Naarafiin second in comand!

REIVE! THE BLADE MASTER! THE PAIN-SINGER! THE LORD OF THE ARENA!

He was him who had captured Tyr and TFH back at the start, and with a swift move, he has now taken Tyr Hostage, the gleaming point of his blade ready to slash the man’s manly and muscled chest at a wrong move.

BUT THAT’S NO ORDINARY BLADE I SAY!

(Yeah, only found this image for the card art, sorry)

THAT’S GOLDBRAND! THE SWORD OF BOETHIA, DAEDRIC PRINCE OF PLOTS! FATHER OF MYSTERIES! MOTHER OF SHADOWS! AND A BUNCH OF OTHER VARIOUS TITLES WITH OTHER VARIOUS GENDERS! AND THE REAL DAEDRIC PRINCE BEHIND THIS MESS!

For what better plot, than to plot to destroy the world, after all?

TFH has however been also fast, and has already nicked the Orb for himself, the kleptomaniac little shit. He is now presented with a choice. Keep the Orb, and watch his friend and companion die... or Give Reive the Orb, and get his friend back... “unscathed.”

And TFH, the absolute bastard and backstabber... chooses to keep the Orb.

(I mean, yes, technically, you can decide to spare Tyr... Except dude still dies during the ensuring fight as he shows his massive balls of nordic steel and SMASHES A DAEDRIC ARTIFACT TO PIECES RIGHT IN FRONT OF A ANGRY HIGHER DREMORA, and it is canon that TFH used the orb at least 10 times in his life if we go by Achievements, which he couldn't really do if he let Tyr smash it, soooo...)

Anyway, Tyr dies, Reive is Angry (And so are Laaneth and partially Cassia, like, dude was Laaneth’s friend more than he was anyone else, they had HISTORY, she is understandably angry with TFH, and he was working in close quarters with Cassia due to their ranks in the imperial army and shit...), and a battle ensues. TFH manages to overpower Reive and kill him, thus gaining the favor of Goldbrand and perhaps Boethia’s Themselves given their great betrayal and show of strength, since that’s how Boethia Rolls...

Anyway, They daringly escape the Imperial City, everyone a bit more somber after the whole ordeal, even despite the victory, and reach the Emperor’s camp nearby, reading for the next day siege, right in time for the Culling... BUT OH NOES! A Thalmor assassination deep cover team (which is composed entirely by Bosmer for some reasons... what, are Kahjiits not stealthy enough for your deep cover assassinations?) has attacked the Emperor in the night!

The assassins have been repelled, and Titus Mede II is safe, but the Emperor is now no longer fit to ride the next day. This will surely be a deep blow to the morale of the army, even now that has been bolstered by new and fresh recruits from Skyrim, and Cassia isn’t sure anymore they are going to pull it through...

And it’s here, that our “hero” truly unleashes his inner Robbie Rotten, as a dastardly plan is formed, I’m 99% sure after Swims-At-Night’s Counsel.

The emperor will remain in his tent, in the middle of the camp, unseen and unheard as he rests, as TFH wears his armor, and rides into battle on the front lines with his army, disguised as the emperor, keeping the Morale High as he valiantly fights of the Nazi Elven Scum, his Golden Blade in one hand, his mystical sphere of dreams in the other, as he conquers more and more ground, his friends leading 3 other different fronts in a 4 way attack on the imperial city, crashing trough to stop the massacre from happening...

And yet.

It’s too late.

Naaraafiin has already killed the entire population of the Imperial City, and the Gates of Oblivion are opened. He meets what he thinks is the emperor, his personal guard at his side, as all manners of Atronachs and Dremora are unleashed upon the city, and soon the world, as the Oblivion Gates open once more and the walls of reality are weakened.

TFH has to think fast, and so, attacks the Warlord, who easily counters TFH with his magic, now overpowered by the think layers between realms and his own, general overpowered Final Boss Magic, blasting shit left and right at a frankly insanely low magicka cost...

And yet, perhaps, this overpowered magic will be Naaraafiin’s Downfall, for the Orb of Vaermina cannot just enter the dreams of your enemies to spy on their plans, but can steal mirages of powers and creatures from your opponent mind, and use them against them.

And so, witnessing his prowess with the sword, and finally recognizing Goldbrand as Goldbrand, and the “Emperor” as the one who had killed Reive, as he steals one of his massive blast right from under Naarafiin’s mind, and uses it against its own master...

Naaraafiin falls. Pushed by his own arcane magick, perhaps still alive, perhaps not, inside one of the holes in reality his culling had created, the link between him and the fracture of reality severing, as the Dremoras and Daedras vanish into Oblivion, and the gates close.

The battle is won. The Imperial City is taken back, if destroyed and with little to no population left.

And the Thalmor are retreating.

TFH and his friend go back to the emperor, who congratulates with them about the victory, for the man really knows when the delegate, and gifts TFH his armor, as the 4 companions depart, each for their own road, perhaps to never meet again...

And so the story ends, with a empire saved from the brink of destruction, yet irreparably damaged, a friendship betrayed, and terrible memories people will never forget.

But when the story ends...

Another begins.

For to paraphrase Marvel:

SWIMS-AT-NIGHT WILL RETURN...

In Elder Scrolls Legends III: Return to Clockwork City!

(Tho there’s the Fall of the Dark Brotherhood first, probably going to do that first, gotta show you just how much of a Asshole TFH can be).

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A Wizard and a Warrior, Part 1: A strange coincidence, or a plot hook...or maybe just character introductions

Date: May 5th, 3012 SC, Year of the Sasquatch

A horde of monsters gathered around a large, dark altar in a circle of stones, glowing with dark purple energy. Those gathered were a collection of Ogres, Satyrs and the undead as well as a few of the goblinoid races scattered in the group. On a raised dais in behind the altar, stood a black clad man, arcane and demonic symbols graced his robes. He had a drawn and pale pallor to his face, his eyes wide with madness and lips curved in an evil grin.

A young woman lay helpless on the altar, blonde hair flowing down the cold, stone slab. Her hands and feet were bound carefully; ever struggle was to no avail. Panic rose in her gut, her screams piercing the night, though this deep in the woods it would take a miracle for anyone to hear her. She whispered silent prayers to her god Sear, god of the Sun, the bane of evil.

“SILENCE!” shouted the man, the force to his voice was enough to silence the woman as well. The monsters in attendance stopped their low murmurings. They turned to look at the man with expectation.

“Tonight! Tonight, with a sacrifice of a virgin, we shall open the way for our lord, Sheogar. Tonight, he shall feast upon this young woman’s blood. Tomorrow, he shall feast upon the WORLD.”

The monsters erupted into a cheer as the man pulled a dagger from his belt. It was designed to look like a small, thin wave and would serrate and cut viciously. He prepared to plunge the blade into the woman’s chest, drain her life’s blood onto the altar and open the gateway that would lead to his dark master. She prayed, beseeching her lord Sear for salvation. And as if in answer, light flared in empty space between the monsters and the altar.

A teleportation gate appeared, filling the entire dark, fire lit area with blinding light. When the light disappeared, two men stood in its place, both with a somewhat confused look on their faces.

The monsters looked on, stunned as the two human men began to get their bearings.

“Uhh, Aeron, I thought you said we were going to the Silver Hawk restaurant.”

“I think it’s the moons’ alignment, Klydus, it threw us off course. You don’t suppose…,” the man named Aeron, dressed in a simple dark grey tunic and breeches and carrying a staff suddenly stopped, realizing they were in a hostile situation, “…weeeelllllll… shit!”

The other man, Klydus by name, noticed as well. He was armored in grey plate and chainmail, a vicious looking flail hung at his belt and a shield graced his back. He had the holy symbol of Sear, God of Sun and Light, on his breastplate. He drew his two handed flail with one hand, the heavy ball catching fire as the holy knight ignited the magic in the weapon. He caught sight of the young woman on the slab and the man who was preparing to stab her.

“Aeron!” Klydus was deadly serious.

“Yeah, I see, Klydus, we’re surrounded by monsters,” said the practical wizard, sizing up their odds, “Let’s divide and conquer, you take…”

“No, look,” interrupted Klydus as he pointed at the dias and the robed figure on it There was a pause as Aeron looked and caught sight of the woman on the slab and the obvious magic user poised over her. Aeron sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Yeah I see a dam…” Aeron couldn’t finish before Klydus interrupted.

“A Damsel! And she is distressed!” Klydus jumped up onto the dais, stalking the magic user.

Aeron looked back to the assembly of monsters that were fast approaching him and raised his hands in frustration, “That’s…that’s great, Klydus, you deal with the lone magic user… and… save the captive. I’ll take out this horde of monsters. It’s cool, I can handle it….all by myself….with no help.”

Aeron swallowed the rest of his complaints as the first wave of monsters advanced. It was mainly the undead at this stage, the more intelligent monsters staying farther back so as to test Aeron’ strength.

He grimaced at the wave of undead and flourished his staff. Bright orange, almost yellow, fire swirled around the head of the staff and a wave of fire spread out in a cone in front of him. The undead, mainly comprised of skeletons and zombies, disintegrated upon impact with the specially crafted fire spell. He didn’t have time to relax, though, as another wave came within striking distance. In the instance a skeleton’s sword sliced down at Aeron, he winked out of sight, teleporting behind the line of monsters.

He drew in magical energy using his staff as a focus. The energy coalesced in the staff’s head and he shot it forth. A great fireball sailed into the horde and exploded in their midst. The explosion was a miniature cataclysm, engulfing many of the monsters in its blast radius. Howls of pain split the air as goblins and orcs and dark satyrs burned alive from the unnaturally hot and tenacious fire. Wanting to maintain his advantage, Aeron unleashed bolts of lightning. They arced outward, jumping from monster to monster, putting more down.

Klydus stalked toward the altar. The black clad man held the dagger over the woman. His hand trembled as he watched the approaching Holy Knight.

“Stay back! I’ll kill this woman before you can reach me. You can’t stop this ritual, our dark lord will rise.”

Klydus, in a deadly calm voice, “You fiend! You dare to distress a damsel? That, I can not forgive.”

Klydus swung his flail at the man even though they were some 3 meters away. The chain of the flail extended outward and wrapped around the black clad man’s arm. The ball of the flail hit the man’s arm with a loud smack and the man’s arm broke with a wet pop. He cried out feebly as Klydus reeled the cult leader towards him. The man fell in front of Klydus, who twirled his flail.

“Ahhh, what…what did I ever do to you two? I don’t recognize you as local heroes,” whined the black clad man in pain, “Is this revenge for something?”

Klydus growled in response, “No….this is Justice."

He smacked his flail downward on the man’s head, killing him. Klydus let the magic in his flail subside and he hooked it back on his belt and shouldered his shield. He approached the young woman and cut her bindings with a skinning knife.

“Madam, are you hurt?”

She burst into tears and crumpled against Klydus’ chest, “Th…th…thank you, kind sir, I was so frightened. It seems my prayers were answered.”

Klydus held onto her, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. He had done a good deed this day. In the background, his friend Aeron danced with magical energy fending off several ogres and satyrs who had regrouped and attacked him in mass. Everything from fire to electricity to water to ice to air, even rocks, flew around as Aeron used everything he could to stop the approach. Klydus was still holding the scared woman when the last monster fell.

“No….” Aeron breathed heavy, speaking in gasps as he approached Klydus, “It’s all good… here�� Klydus….I killed the monsters….you just keep… holding the girl.”

Aeron joined the two on the dias, using his staff to lean on. He’d expended a great deal of energy in that fight.

“Aeron, today, we’ve done a wonderful thing. We have saved a distressed Damsel from certain death.”

Aeron nodded, “Yep… he...he….nevermind the...horde of monsters that a certain someone...fended off…by himself, I might add.”

Klydus didn’t hear him and clasped his friend on the shoulder, “Truly, this is a victory for justice and order.”

“Or it was an act of outright genocide and religious intolerance against monsters we perceived as evil strictly based on their racial upbringing and a biased outlook of human-centric conditioning,” said Aeron.

“What did you say, Aeron, I didn’t hear you. The damsel still needs caring for.”

Aeron just sighed, “Nope it’s nothing, just talking to myself.”

The young woman recovered quicker than the two expected and stood under her own power. She raced over and hugged Aeron as well. Aeron tensed, uncomfortable with the sudden contact..

“Thank you as well, bravely fighting off that horde of terrible monsters and giving your friend here the opportunity to save me.”

Aeron chuckled nervously and tensed, patting the once captive woman gently and awkwardly on the back, “No…no worries, don’t mention it, all in a day’s work, or…night’s…work…I guess. Speaking of which, eh…who are you?”

She smiled and turned to face both of the men, “I’m Jeanna Andermann, Priestess from the Temple of Sear in Lacona. Who are the two of you?”

Aeron made to speak first but Klydus beat him to it. Aeron remembered it was futile to get a word in edgewise when Klydus could be of assistance to or engage in conversation with a maiden or damsel in distress.

“My lady Priestess, I am Klydus, Knight Captain of the Order of the Sunblades in service to Lord Sear stationed in Mu City. I am at your command, my lady.”

He knelt deftly and kissed her hand. Despite the look of his plate mail, it was magically enchanted and weighed nothing, giving him full range of movement. Aeron shook his head at his friend’s sudden suave demeanor.

“I’m Aeron, nice to meet you,” said Aeron, waving.

She looked to Aeron confused, “Master Aeron, you seem to be a formidable sorcerer, surely, you must have some title or something?”

“Don’t let, Aeron’ humble nature fool you, my lady, he is Archmage Aeron, Mage-Knight of Lunaar.”

Her eyes widened, “A Mage-Knight of Lunaar and a Knight Captain of the Sunblades! You two are both so young. I truly am impressed and humbled. Thank you again for saving me.”

She bowed to them both. Aeron just chuckled awkwardly while Klydus beamed with an all too wide smile.

As if to rain on their good mood, what started as a subtle yet imperceptible tremor, turned into a full fledge earthquake centered around the dark altar. A swirl of dark, cold energy started to rise from cracks within the altar that Aeron, Klydus and Jeanna stood on.

“Ehhh, I thought this ritual needed the blood of a virgin?” asked Jeanne.

Aeron and Klydus exchanged a look and then glanced down at the dead Cult Sorcerer. Aeron gulped and Klydus pursed his lips

“He he he…eh, now I feel a little bad for killing him,” said Klydus with a nervous chuckle.

“Well, I did not see that coming…” added Aeron.

The trembling continued, the cold energy growing ever more powerful, turning the relatively humid spring night into a frigid one. Klydus helped Jeanna down and moved farther back from the altar, ensuring she was safe then returned to his friend’s side. Aeron had also stepped clear of the altar but was much closer than where Klydus had deposited Jeanne. Aeron’ hand and staff were both outstretched and glowing with a pale silvery light.

“Can you close the gate before whatever it is escapes?”

Aeron shook his head, “The tunnel’s already open and it’s just about here. Anything I do now would be a waste of energy.”

Klydus nodded and activated the fire around his flail with a thought. He brandished his shield and said a brief prayer to Sear. His shield started to glow a pale yellow light as did Aeron’ staff. Aeron glanced over to his friend and nodded for the blessing.

To be continued...

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Also Known As: Goblin Commander: Unleash the Horde

Genre: Simulation, Miscellaneous Sim Developer: Jaleco Entertainment Publisher: Jaleco ESRB Rating: Teen Release Date: December 19, 2003

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Collecting Gold And Souls In Multiplayer

An easy way to collect gold in a multiplayer battle is to go around with your goblin(s) or titan and destroy log piles, wooden walls, buildings, ruins and other things. You will know if you can destroy it because when you attack it it will flash red. Collecting souls in multiplayer isn’t as easy, you can either kill your opponents goblins or stand near an odd shaped well for about 10 seconds and it will give you souls every once and a while, but beware, your opponent can take it over.

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Enable God Mode

To enable God mode, hold L, R, Y and down at any point of the game for 3 seconds, then press R, R, R, L, L, L, R, L, Y, R.

Earn 1000 Gold And 1000 Souls

First, to enable cheats, hold L,R,Y and Down for 3 seconds at any point in the game, you can pause it if you like, then press, R, R, L, R, R, Y, Y, Y, L, L and you will get 1000 souls and gold.

Disable Fog Of War

First pause the game so you won’t get clobbered while entering this code. Hold L, R, Y and down for three seconds to enter a code whenever you wish. Then press R, L, R, R, L, L, Y, Y, L, R to disable fog of war.

Automatic Victory

First pause the game so you won’t get clobbered. Then hold L, R, Y and down to enter a code whenever you want. Then press R, R, L, L, L, R, R, Y, Y, Y to automatically win.

Get All Levels

To do this code you must first you must hold down R+L+Y+DOWN for three seconds. At the top right corner it will say cheats enabled. Then enter Y(3), L, R, L(2), R, L, R(2), L, R, L(2), R, L, R, L(2), R, L(2), R, L, R(2). If you enter the code correctly, you will see the code in the top right corner.

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