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October WBMC: Secrets Inside Cabling by Calliope Neurotoxin @neurotoxizity

Far above the earth, the last dregs of extra-orbital humanity eke out meagre existences. An ancient God built by their forefathers sleeps alongside them. Can one lone treasure hunter rob its tomb before it awakes? And more importantly: can she escape the Pharaoh's Curse? Look within to learn the Secrets... Inside Cabling! - Calliope Neurotoxin

Secrets Inside Cabling is a 20 pg illustrated short story being published in a limited physical run, available during October 2024 only!

The WBMC publishes a new zine from trans/queer artists each month and mails them to you! Join at $6/mo to get on our monthly zine mailing list AND a print with your first delivery!

Follow and support Calliope!!!

https://neurotoxicity.itch.io

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https://neurotoxicity.github.io

Patreon.com/poolparty666

[artoftcbaldwin]

Friendly dragon guy, seen in the pages of The Woebegone, a mini comic I wrote and drew. It's available this month from Wiggle Bird Mailing Club!

[sixgills]

My zine Lovebug is officially available to purchase on itch•io for $3! 🪲💚 Originally in collaboration with Wiggle Bird Mailing Club.

It's about how I got into keeping pet bugs, and how much they mean to me.

Buy here!

[maximumgraves]

Do you plan on selling zines of Dog Names whenever you finish with it? And, in general, do you know of anywhere to get zines? I've wanted to start a collection, but I've never seen them anywhere

i was selling zines of dog names recently. might do another printing later. for zines in general, you can subscribe to the wiggle bird mailing club, or order online from quimby's bookstore or silver sprocket.

[grayescale]

These are my girls, The Beauty Queens: Gertie (the short one), Tall Girl ( you can probably guess), and Cicada (the gender goblin one). They are all trans girl punk band from Omaha. I have two issues of a six issue comic completed as well as a Pride Special and a mini-comic put out by Wiggle Bird Mailing Club! I do a lot of art of them for fun too. https://ko-fi.com/graye/shop

[mxjackparker]

A couple of recent zines I got from supporting Wiggle Bird Mailing Club, a monthly zine club on Patreon which sends out a new zine each month from trans and queer authors!

You can find their links at wbmc.carrd.co!

"Sometimes NSFW, always T4T" ❤

I really love all the zines I get from them.

[acidwashwerewolf]

Blix & Vega has come to Wiggle Bird!

20 pages of my gnc wlw porn comic Blix & Vega are available in print as the zine of the month at Wiggle Bird Mailing Club exclusively from now til the end of January for $3+!

Wiggle Bird is a monthly subscription service wherein each month you get a zine in your mailbox by a trans or queer creator, and oftentimes that includes nsfw content that isn't available on other platforms. It's a really cool project where you can support creators who are some of the most affected by the hiking conservative nature of the internet.

Plus, you know, you get a really cool zine in your real earth physical mailbox.

Pledge today and get your own limited edition printing of cool porn on on top of all of that! Blix & Vega is only available through January 30th!

[kficc]

got a new ero comic out this month thru wiggle bird mailing club 💗😋 36pgz.. angel devil action.. subscribe during july and u get a physical copy mailed straight 2 ur door.. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

https://www.patreon.com/poolparty666

[bookclub4m]

Episode 124 - Media (and Noodles) We’ve Recently Enjoyed

This episode we’re discussing Media (and Noodles) We’ve Recently Enjoyed! We talk about spicy noodles, which Dakota is our least favourite state, fictional planets that totally suck, tenuous connections, flexing over signed books, vaccine envy, podcast synergy, and why you should mail us an envelope filled with five dollar bills! Plus: We reveal how deeply uncool we really are!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, Spotify, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | RJ Edwards

Media We Mentioned

Matthew

Hitman 3 Dubai!: 3 Ways to Play (just one of many videos)

Hitman Elusive Target 14 The Chef: MIKE'S FINEST HOUR - Let's Play Hitman (featuring the explosive rubber duck)

Hitman 3 THE MOST ELUSIVE TARGET YET: 3 Ways to Play Hitman 3 Elusive Target The Collector (this one came out the same day as this episode of the podcast!)

Hitman (franchise) (Wikipedia)

Nicola Traveling Around the Demons' World, vol. 1 by Asaya Miyanaga

Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?

DefunctTV: The History of Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?

MAGFest 2019: True Weird Stories from Video Game History

Where in North Dakota is Carmen Sandiego? (Wikipedia)

Mais où se Cache Carmen Sandiego ? (French theme song)

À la poursuite de Carmen Sandiego (French theme song for Where in Time is Carmen Sandiego?)

Finish It! Podcast

Ep. 153. The Dragon’s Den: Week One Enter The Inkeeper

RJ

Later Alligator

Launch Trailer

To Be Taught, If Fortunate by Becky Chambers

Mice and Murder

Game Changer

Breaking News

Gumshoe

Wanderhome

Anna

Natural Causes by James Oswald

Lucky Me (noodles) (Wikipedia)

“Pancit canton – Filipino adaptation of lo mein and chow mein. Either in instant or stir-fried versions” (Wikipedia)

‘Pag No Drain, No Pain with Lucky Me! Pancit Canton (commercial)

Lucky Me! Pancit Canton "Happy Merienda" (commercial)

Theodore Roosevelt National Park

(Wikipedia)

Colors

Sofi Tukker - Drinkee

Mahalia - Sober

H.E.R - Carried Away

triple j - Like a Version 2021

The Wiggles cover Tame Impala 'Elephant' for Like A Version

Chvrches cover Kendrick Lamar ‘LOVE’

Gang of Youths cover The Middle East 'Blood' 

Hermitude cover Nirvana 'Heart-Shaped Box'

Tash Sultana covers MGMT 'Electric Feel'

essaying by Tressie McMillan Cottom

Links I Would Gchat You If We Were Friends by Caitlin Dewey

Meghan

Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee

Maintenance Phase

Episode about Olestra

You're Wrong About… by Michael Hobbes and Sarah Marshall

Your Fat Friend by Aubrey Gordon

case/lang/veirs - Full Performance | opbmusic Live Sessions

Links, Articles, and Things

Hark! Podcast - Episode 283: O Christmas Weed

Baman Piderman - Find Da Sandwich (Ep #1)

Neil Cicierega (Wikipedia)

Episode 114 - Hot Cocoa & Book Recommendations

The episode in which RJ recommended To Be Taught, If Fortunate

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

A Big Ship at the Edge of the Universe by Alex White

meatsuit maintenance (Twitter)

Episode 116 - Best Books We Read in 2020

The episode in which RJ recommended Game Changer

Tommy the Turtle (the world’s largest snowmobiling turtle)

Tame Impala (Wikipedia)

Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival (Wikipedia)

15 Space Opera Books by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

The Moons of Palmares by Zainab Amadahy

The Tea Master and the Detective by Aliette de Bodard

Nova by Samuel R. Delany

Escaping Exodus by Nicky Drayden

The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez

Ascension by Jacqueline Koyanagi

Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee

A Spark of White Fire by Sangu Mandanna

Ignite the Stars by Maura Milan

Binti by Nnedi Okorafor

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

Chilling Effect by Valerie Valdes

Prime Deceptions by Valerie Valdes

The Black Ship by Gerry William

Red Dust by Yoss

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Join us again on Tuesday, May 4th when we’ll be discussing the genre of Literary Theory!

Then on Tuesday, May 18th, we’ll be talking about Books We Did Not Finish!

[moved2anotherplace12345]

I'm soooo pumped because like a couple weeks ago I signed up for this monthly zine mailing club to feel something and give me a reason to live and really..... really delivered

I just saw the post announcing this month’s zine and it’s a gory halloween lamb zine that is now in my maslow’s hierarchy of needs and I literally cannot wait until next week

It’s Wiggle Bird Mailing Club if anybody’s into this and isn’t already a patron which I don’t know why I only started now but I did!

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May WBMC: The Woebegone by Trey Baldwin

May's WBMC zine is The Woebegone by @artoftcbaldwin! This 16 pg comic's gorgeously rendered black and white illustrations and dynamic action tell a heartwarming story of self acceptance and healing!

I drew/wrote this little comic story at the tail end of one of the most difficult years of my life. The Witch featured in the story is a self insert character, and her victory over darkness mirrors my own. It was also an excuse to draw fun little fantasy creatures, which is something I do as often as I possibly can. Hope you enjoy! ~ Trey

The Woebegone is a 16pg zine being published in a limited physical run, available during May 2024 only!

The Wiggle Bird Mailing Club publishes a new zine from trans/queer artists each month and mails them to you! Join at $6/mo to get on our monthly zine mailing list AND a print with your first delivery!

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[artoftcbaldwin]

Very excited to announce that I have a 14 page minicomic in this month's Wiggle Bird Mailing Club! Head over to wbmc.carrd.co to get a copy!

[sixgills]

Hey there! My zine Love Bug! Is available through Wiggle Bird Mailing Club for three more days.

Its about how I got into raising bugs during the pandemic and how much I love them. :)

[soranihimawari]

No Risk, No Reward

taglist: @kaidasen

Side notes: part 4 is here! woot woot!  bokuto and muda are my quaratine moods, lol. i’m almost done completing the story and don’t worry about akaashi. he’ll be back before you know it!

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ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜

Bokuto stuck his tongue out like an impatient child, yet he did answer the question correctly in a matter of fact tone. When I told him he mixed up the graphs on his latest quiz, his hair flopped downward just like it did when we saw him lose his first volleyball game in junior high.

Finally, after explaining and drawing a few examples of each equation, I felt the fatigue from today’s events catch up to my body.

“Alright, let’s head back to my apartment so I can finish going over some sample graph equations for parabolas and hyperboles, yeah?” I placed my bag on my shoulder signaling him to do the same.

Bokuto nodded when he let go of my hand to stifle a yawn; he took my thermos for me when I stood up and began to walk outside the cafe. He followed my lead in exiting the cafe. Once we were a few steps away from the mini-cafe, the soft glow of the city lamps outside the neighborhood created a silhouette outlining the chairs on the outdoor partition (patio deck).

“Hey, hey hey,” Bokuto said in his raucous tone. “Don’t think you’re gonna walk way ahead of me so I don’t get to hold your hand, Muda-chan!”

I shushed him by turning around and placing a closed fist against his chest. It landed with a soft thud and swish against his club jacket. He raised up both of his arms like the actors do in police dramas.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “I can’t focus when you’re being both fiercely adorable and incredibly gorgeous right now.”

I dropped my arm and placed it on my side before Bokuto’s blush tinted his ears. Date someone who makes you feel like you’re missing all the arrows in a round of Dance Dance Revolution (home edition), was something I heard Bokuto say to Akaashi in our first year at Fukurodani. I chose to forgive his comments because he was trying to make up for the fact that he didn’t know my ranking was just as high in the local prefectural archery tournaments as his is in our city for volleyball.

Currently, Bokuto placed both hands in his track suit pockets and we headed toward my apartment building. As fate would have it, we arrived back at a decent hour. My mom was still awake organizing the mail and making a short grocery list to take with her to work.

“You’re home early. It’s nearly nine o’clock in the evening. Thank you for walking with her Bo-kun. If you want to stay over tonight, you can like you normally do when you get lost jogging around this part of the city. You’re both free from club practice since it’s the weekend.”

“Mom, please,” I groaned. I rolled my eyes while Bokuto was ushered into the kitchen to taste test a few macarons from our neighbor across the hall. When she excused herself for the night, she was more teasing in saying “studying first means you flirt later,” glances at Bokuto who seemed to have gained a rapport with her. He sat down at the kitchen counter while I told him to wait a moment while I rummaged around the bedding closet to procure a blanket and pillow set.

“Here,” I said, handing him the pillow. He hung on to it the same way I would a teddy bear, but he put it on the edge of the couch in the living room. The entertainment center was on my mother’s extra chores list after helping in baking tomorrow’s dessert for the week. I placed the blanket on the couch behind us. I noticed he was standing up with a small smile. It was one of his fans’ favorites.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. My mom knew it was going to be too late for you to go home anyways, so she made some space for you.”

Now it was my turn to yawn first. I was so exhausted from dealing with the workload of my classes, plus with the student council’s news, I was just over school as a whole tonight. The next thing I knew, I had begun leaning too far forward and Bokuto caught me in a loose embrace in time to change his center of gravity in case we would fall in the living room. I liked the way he repositioned himself and pressed me into his chest. My arms were squished to my sides and I had to wiggle myself out of my friend’s embrace. I saw him purse his lips together like a child when he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You don’t like being hugged by me?” he whined. I held my hand up for him when I took a step back toward my kitchen table where I took out my notebook and calculus textbook.

“I’m not used to you being this affectionate around me,” my tone in my voice became light with laugher bubbling up in my throat.

“Usually Akaashi or Kaori-san are the ones who cheer me up since you’re always either asleep or playing video games Kotaro, that’s all.”

“Ah, OK. I thought you didn’t like my hugs. Yours usually cheer me up when I mess up at practice!” he replied. He let out a sigh of relief shortly thereafter and joined me in placing his trigonometry textbook and notebook on the table. At the very least, I was relieved we were free from both of our club activities and classes tomorrow; he and I both became hyper aware of our closeness for the first time. I didn’t always hang out with Bokuto alone since Akaashi and other members of the team would include me in shopping trips after away matches. There was a whole bookshelf in my room dedicated to little knick knacks the managers bought me or cool birds of prey stationary scattered about my manga collection.

“I’m gonna go to bed. We’ve both had a long day, so don’t stay up too late either,” my tone was assertive, yet I knew he would still wake up around six in the morning to go for a run around the neighborhood.

“By the way,” I said when I was in the hallway leading to my room to the left of the kitchen. I flicked the lightswitch to turn on the light. “If you happen to go for a run tomorrow morning and get lost, call me and I’ll meet you at the cafe from earlier.”

“I won’t get lost! I might get distracted by the sweets,” Bokuto explained. His voice naturally cracked when he whined the more he annoyed he became. Of course there were times in our first year when Akaashi was asked to find him because Bokuto took a wrong turn on more than one occasion.

“You would wind up at the ice cream shop near my dad’s place,” I reminded him. Although I live with my mother, my parents were separated for months at a time since my father was a city architect for our prefecture. Typically on the nights before the away games Bokoto and Akaashi would play, my dad would come pick me up in the company car and we’d make a whole father-daughter weekend out of it. My mom and I spoke to him often, but to be fair, my text conversations with my dad were sometimes the funniest things. He’d send me memes about his job one of his coworkers shared, the really funny ones I shared with Akaashi since I think Bokuto wouldn’t get the joke (it happened more than twice, so I just keep those memories with me).

“It was raining so hard, I couldn’t see!”

“I had to come find you because Akaashi was worried you’d miss your last train home. I think it was the second time you stayed over because the storm got worse. My mom had to baby you because you were so embarrassed. Good night Ko.”

[clawabiding]

X’yaza Tia

X’yaza shifted uncomfortably on the saddle, earning him a literal side-eye from the chocobo. He hated the leggy birds at the best of times: too smart, too tall, too strong. Also, no one should have an aetherically-talented mount, that was obscene. Given that these were far from the ‘best of times’ he had even less patience for a surly horsebird. The agitated chocobo narrowed its eye, as if it had both heard and didn’t care for X’yaza’s thoughts on the matter. If Yaza didn’t know better, he could have sworn the bird was walking stiffly on purpose, exacerbating the discomfort to his backside.

X’yaza tried his bonds for the hundredth time since being picked up near old Nym. The leather around his wrists sung an ugly little song but there was no appreciable movement from the manacles. They had at least bound his hands in front so he could steady himself against the pommel of the chocobo’s saddle, but the cuffs around his ankles were another story. They were heavy; had to weigh a good ten ponze each. They were pulling him down against the unsupple hide of the seat, like his captors were attempting to (very slowly) wishbone his pelvis over the course of the journey to Limsa Lominsa. The more he thought about it, the more agonizing the seated posture became and he tried shifting his posture again.

“WARK!” protested the bird, startling X’yaza so fiercely he lost all train of thought.

“You know, my kin have been known to eat your kind,” growled X’yaza, which felt silly immediately. Even if the bird did know what he was saying, which did seem more and more likely, the miqo’te was in no position to make good on any threats. 

“Koo-kweh,” replied the bird, fearless and unimpressed. 

From the head of the small formation of chocobo, the lead rider turned around in his seat. Clad in leather and the distinct yellow of the Yellowjacket, there was no mistaking what the pale hyur did for a living. Nor what the other three bird-mounted figures (two women, both Sea Wolves, one hyur male) did. Yellow all the way down. That is, except for Y’zara, who wore the polished red of his impractical “traveling” mail from foot to throat. There was muddy black boot mark on the breastplate about the same size as the lead man’s boot. Exactly the same size, in fact.  

“Hey, quiet down!” said the man in the lead, “Got no problem pullin’ that fat tongue outta your head.”

X’yaza pushed his tongue around in his mouth, momentarily distracted and self-conscious. Did he have a fat tongue? Vanity thy name is Tia. Clearly satisfied by the miqo’te’s sudden silence, the lead man turned forward. Almost as soon as he did, X’yaza remembered what he was thinking about.

“Ser Jacket? Before I’m silenced, do you mind explaining something to me?” 

“I got this, Rigbill,” said one of the two Sea Wolves. X’yaza couldn’t remember her name, but it was something like ...Swishfish? Close enough. She tugged the reigns of her chocobo and fell back to flank X’yaza’s beleaguered mount.  

“He said shut your face, crook!” barked Swishfish, slapping X’yaza across his bare cheek. And not gently. His head jerked to the side as if stricken with a club and he tasted copper. At least Swishfish had leather gloves on, not the steely gauntlets of her boss, but still. X’yaza shut up until the Sea Wolf returned to her position in the meager formation.

“Why…” began the bound miqo’te, making the decision to get his concerns out quickly to avoid the most facial injury, “...didn’t you incarcerate me at Aleport? Or Swiftperch? Seems Limsa is a proper distance to take one looter, don’t you think?”

This time both Sea Wolves slowed, putting one on either side of X’yaza. They were waiting for the okay to strike him, he knew, but to his surprise Rigbill turned around again. This time he was grinning. Four of the teeth X’yaza could see were dull and metallic, probably lead. 

“Oh, that’s easy enough to answer. You know of Master Lacurico, scofflaw?”

Now, it was X’yaza’s turn to grin, “I might’ve heard the name…” 

“Well, maybe you did and maybe you didn’t, but he pays well for able-bodied martial types. My commander has a pretty good gig sellin’ him, uhh… what’d we call em, Thissero?” 

A mousy man in uneven spectacles, the second hyur, looked up for the first time since X’yaza had been caught and blinked the drowsiness from his eyes. The huyr’s brown-tan chocobo looked as lethargic as its rider. 

“Labor-capable Detainees…” said Thissero without hesitation, before yawning and closing his eyes once more.

“Selling him Labor-capable sorts,” finished Rigbill, “Like you.”

“And these capable criminals are compensated fairly for this labor?” asked X’yaza.

Everyone but Thissero laughed. Thissero startled awake, grinned, and closed his once again. X’yaza himself was nodding in understanding. 

“And this is legal in Limsa Lominsa, despite the very clear prohabition against slavery?”

“With the right paperwork,” sing-songed the Sea Wolf without a name -- Fyshmish, X’yaza decided -- much to the amusement of those compatriots that remained awake. X’yaza waited for the chuckles to pass, his own grin missing from his face.  

“Alright. Does this count, Montresor?” asked X’yaza. 

“These guys are gross,“ said Montresor, whose voice came from nothing and nowhere, “Teach them a lesson! K--!”

X’yaza’s bindings shimmered and split! First the feet, then the cuffs, all while he waited patiently on the uncomfortable saddle. Scraps of leather and chain peppered the hard-packed dirt under his chocobo’s claws. The audible POP of leather mad Swishfish’s mount rear and Fyshmish struggled to hold the reigns of hers. 

“KUHHH--!”

A shimmer in the air panicked Thissero’s passive mount. Thissero himself jerked awake just in time to wrap his arms around his startled steed’s neck. They went to the ground spectacularly, becoming a shrieking, warking obstacle that the distracted Fyshmish couldn’t quite avoid. Fortunately, Swishfish was regaining control of hers when her fellow roegadyn ate complete shit. She wheeled her steed toward X’yaza, struggling to pull a shortspear free.

“--KUPO!”

A small, white ball of fluffy, puffy aerial rat manifested less than two yalms in front of Swishfish -- much to the surprise of both Swishfish and this newly-extant moogle. Oddly, it had an acute right angle bent into the antenna leading to its pom. Odder still, it had both of its little arms wrapped around the hilt of an impractically long sword it was obviously struggling to keep from dragging on the ground. 

The crash was an unexpected result of the moogle’s sudden appearance, but not an unwelcome one. Chocobo, Sea Wolf, moogle, and shortspear went down in a wild skid that left talon-marks in the hard earth as long as roegadyn forearm. The sword, as red and absurd as X’yaza’s brightly colored armor, flew through the air in a wide arc. X’yaza snapped it out of the sky before his own chocobo’s patience ended.

“WARK!” said the chocobo.

“Yeah,” said X’yaza, resigned to what came next, “Wark indeed.”

That X’yaza landed on his feet is a testament to the ownership of a well-balanced tail. That the scared chocobo’s mad sprint to freedom didn’t catch his crimson sollerets on the saddle and drag him through plains, well, that was a miracle. 

In the seconds-long duration of this whole event, Rigbill had managed to: bring his mount to halt, see his companions thrown to the ground by their own steeds, and draw a plain but functional sword. Seeing X’yaza’s approach with a much bigger, much more ostentatious sword concerned him enough to put the spurs to his horsebird. 

“Monty?” sighed the miqo’te.

“One sec…” groaned the bent-pom moogle, waddling free of the mess of unconscious roegadyn and chocobo feathers. It wiggled its crooked little pom with purpose. 

Something shimmered in the small space between Rigbill’s chest and his chocobo’s neck. The invisible force hit the hyur in the chest so hard he lost the grip on both sword and reins and landed on his back in the dry grass. Loyal to no man, his steed kept going, leaving Rigbill breathless and at the mercy the approaching miqo’te. Something heavy and indistinct sat on the hyur’s chest. 

“Fortuna, good of you to join us…” and just like that, a moogle twice the size of the first appeared on Rigbill with its oddly muscular arms crossed over its burly little chest. It had a skullcap on that pinned its pom mostly over one eye. 

“Was that good, boss? I didn’t have much time to plan, Monty just woke me up!” said the child-like voice of the large moogle. 

“It was perfect, Fortuna,” praised X’yaza, remembering to be gentle with the big, sensitive sack of kuponuts. He walked as menacingly toward Rigbill as two-ish yalms of miqo’te could reasonably be asked to walk. The massive sword did help.

X’yaza stood with his feet on either side of Rigbill’s head and stared down into the man’s face. He let the tip of his wine-red blade rest persuasively against Rigbill throat.

“Now,” began X’yaza as a twisty black smog rose from the sword in elaborate tendrils, “Let’s have another chat about Lacurico Curico.”

[wbmc666]

November WBMC: No Ordinary Love by Kendall Hennessy

Caring for the last of a near-extinct, deadly species is tough under normal circumstances. When said animal falls in love with its zoologist rescuer, normal circumstances are thrown out the window. ~ Kendall Hennessy

No Ordinary Love is a 36 pg comic being published in a limited physical run, available during November 2024 only!

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