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What is one of your most favorite treats? CHOCOLATE! Good thing TNT feels that way and gave Chocolate its own day! Chocolate is a rich, sweet, and creamy type of candy. Want to try some of this yummy goodness? Why not visit the Chocolate Shop? Located in the Bazaar, the Chocolate Shop is one of the most visited shops!
This Chocolate day, I am going to tell you about 10 Chocolate items that are must haves!
Bar of chocolate - yum, yum, yum! This is a classic that will NEVER retire! And get this, it is only worth 400NPS! Go out and buy yourself a bar of chocolate for this Chocolate day!
Aisha Hot Chocolate - A special treat for Aisha day, this cute mug is filled with piping hot, milky chocolate. This chocolate-y drink is perfect for Chocolate day, as well as Aisha day! You (and your Aisha) will love drinking some of this chocolate drink!
Caramel Hot Chocolate – This rich hot chocolate is made even better with lines of caramel and whipped cream. This takes hot chocolate to a whole new level! By mixing 2 of the most desired sweets, TNT has created a chocolate heaven drink! Just imagine, having the chocolate taste mixed with soft, creamy caramel, and warm, soft milk, AND accompanied by frothy, fluffy whipped cream. Tempting, isn't it? :)
Chocolate and Asparagus Achyfi-Achyfi - This is the biggest competitor to NeoCola! It is the great new sparkling drink with root extracts to give your Neopet energy! Achyfi is sweeping the nation! One of the most popular flavors is, you guessed it, chocolate! But I guess Adam wanted to make things healthier, so he added asparagus. Drinking this drink will make you feel good and Adam proud!
Chocolate Coated Tangy Cheese – This is a large wedge of tangy cheese drizzled with rich creamy chocolate. Cheese and chocolate? Never in a million years would you think cheese and chocolate would go so good together! The cheese provides the texture, and the chocolate provides the sweetness! This is a big must this chocolate day!
Chocolate Chip Cookie – This is, yes, a chocolate chip cookie. This is one of my favorites! It is a plain simple chocolate chip cookie. Boring… ah? Wrong. One bite and you will fall in love with chocolate chip cookies. They are moist, and when you get a taste of the chocolate, it just melts in your mouth!
Chocolate Harris - Harris make very affectionate Petpets, providing you can stop them climbing the trees in the Faerie Queens garden. WARNING - do not let your pet have this petpet if it has a chocolate craze. Your pet may feel good after eating this petpet, but I am sure the petpet won't! This chocolate petpet is one adorable little piece of goodness!
Chocolate Krawk Cake - Your pet will love this chocolate cake shaped like a Krawk's head! Take one of the MOST wanted pets and add one of the MOST wanted items and what do you get? A Chocolate Krawk Cake! Every pet will love eating this cake! Well,maybe not the Krawks.
Chokato Crisps – These are slices of Chokato that are baked until crisp. Take the crispness of potato chips, add a very weird combination of chocolate and tomato, and what do you get? Chokato Crisps! These crisps are perfect for snacking and on-the-go snacks!
Chocolate Yooyu Cookie – These are baked to perfection in the adorable shape of a Yooyu! Baked with love AND CHOCOLATE! After the Altador Cup, why not treat yourself to a Chocolate Yooyu Cookie? Not only should you eat this after the Altador Cup, but also on Chocolate day!
Those 10 treats are perfect for Chocolate day and any other day! Enjoy your chocolate treats!
...One dimensional, even.
This won't do! Your perfect friend is starving! Not for food, no. But for substance So what are you, a fine, dedicated Neopian to do? Give them some character, silly. The final polish that can really bring some depth to the ensemble.
So how do you do this? First, I find, it's best to find a theme, a central idea that you can tie everything back to. It will help you keep everything believable, and finding clever little ways to make everything really tie in can be a really rewarding feeling. This may not be the only way to do things, but it's a very good way to start. And trust me, most people can't stand it when the writer just tosses in random things in a desperate attempt to be 'cool' or original.
So as an example: let's take one of my pet's, Arknual. The poor dear is so bland with no personality, but we shall fix that!
First we pick a theme. Since he's a glowing pet, I'll go with, 'radiation'. A bit obvious, yes, but a nice solid place to start. What comes to mind for your pet? Take the colour, species, name into consideration when deciding -- but don't worry over-much. If you run into a dead end, you're always free to try another tack.
If a simple one word theme isn't really doing it for you, think of a character from a show or book, or even mythology. Try to give that character a theme -- you might just notice a few things about them you hadn't noticed before.
But enough of authorial ranting! So now that we've got the theme, let's start with the personality.
Radiation can be taken several different ways; it could mean that he is kind, radiating warmth and kindness towards those around him -- a paladin with a strong, sunny personality (The sun emits radiation, and paladins have a strong association with protection). Or it could imply a poisonous, corrupting influence (an unscrupulous scientist? A wicked, destructive mage?). There's all kinds of possibilities, all in a single idea.
What comes to mind for your theme? Let's say you picked 'thief'. Is the pet a hungry soul trying to make a living, or a scurvy dog who'd sell his mother for a profit? Or, better yet, a somewhere in between, a character with some real depth and character conflict? It's all up to you!
Now we're moving along quite nicely! You've got the personality started along! Many would be content to stop right there, but we're a dedicated sort, aren't we? Our perfect pets are still hungry for more, to be fleshed out. And who are we to deny them?
A nice way to actually illustrate the personality you've chosen is to write a nice blurb or drabble about your pet. (For the uninitiated, a 'drabble' is a short piece of writing, typically less than one hundred words). It could be a bit of your pet's history, a thought of theirs, even an interaction between two of your pets! You don't have to be a master writer to do this, silly -- all that matters is that you are happy with the results!
It is by no mean necessary, no, but it's a good way to make your pet just a little more unique, and hey, you can have a lot of fun along the way!
I was walking home from NeoSchool one day, my mind plagued with many concerning thoughts. I had failed a huge maths exam, my best friend announced that she was moving to Neovia next month, and I was feeling as depressed as—correction: more depressed than—a grey pet. The skies were downcast and gloomy, just like me. Storm clouds gathered in clusters, ready to unleash a dreadful storm any second. There was no wind, though. It was almost as if the weather was lifeless—ready to go bezerk any second, but, at the moment, quiescent and questioning. Nobody was in my vicinity...
...at least, not until they came for me.
One-by-one they came, encircling me as they did. It was a pack of bullies. They always targeted me for some reason. First to approach me was their leader, who was a buff red Jetsam wearing a black leather jacket and extremely dark shades. The next was his brother: an electric Ogrin with a black electric guitar strapped across his shoulder and hanging over his back. The third was a fire Shoyru with an orange mohawk. The fourth was a surprise to me—an acquaintance, yet not necessarily a good friend, of mine. His name was Adam. He was a woodland Acara—nothing more. He was the kind of person who lacked the confidence to stand up for himself or speak out, and therefore he was often pushed around a lot. Pushed around. Never exactly "forced into doing stuff." That's why him being a part of the group was a surprise to me.
My teeth clenched in fear. I was completely surrounded, and I was too petrified in fear to attempt to break free. I first looked at the Jetsam, then the Ogrin that stood next to him, then the Shoyru next to the Ogrin, and lastly Adam. I turned back to the Shoyru, who took a step towards me. I backed up a bit and accidentally collided with the Jetsam, who let out a ferocious growl (which was kind of unusual, to be honest). I froze in place for a moment, and then I fell to the floor. I pressed my knees against my yellow Xweetok chest and hugged them with my arms. As I fearfully rocked back and forth in place, the Shoyru asked, "What should we do with this wimp this time?
You see, the three usual bullies—the Jetsam, the Ogrin, and the Shoyru—have used every bullying tactic in the book: stealing my books, putting glue on my seat, letting a Slorg trail icky goop all over my school books. They were running out of ideas, but, to show no signs of weakness, made it seem like they had plenty more to pick from. The Jetsam seemed to be the king of improvising. Whenever his accomplices couldn't think of an appropriate punishment for me, he could come up with the perfect solution.
That day was the worst day for the Jetsam to think of his worst punishment to date. "I have the perfect task for her," he announced.
The Jetsam began to make his way down the block. In response, the Shoyru and the Ogrin picked me up by the arms and began to force me to follow their leader. Behind me stood Adam, spotting me to make sure that I wouldn't flee. However, we both knew that I wouldn't flee. I was familiar with the consequences and didn't want to meet face-to-face with them again. Instead, I just went along with whatever the gang was plotting. Every step I took awoke more and more butterflies in my stomach. By the time we had gotten to our destination, I was totally paralyzed in fear—although, most of that fear had come from the sight of the actual destination itself.
We stood in front of a tall, decrepit house that was made up of soggy, musty wood of a dark hue. I could feel an evil aura emanating from the house itself, as if it had a soul. However, that feeling seemed to be a misdemeanor to me, considering the lifelessness of the Neopian Central house.
I dared to speak up: "W-why are we here?
The Jetsam focused his attention on the house as he answered, "I've been eyeing this house for a while. Rumour has it that this house is infested with paranormal beings and other strange sights. Before we go in and look at the house ourselves, we need someone to go in to make sure that it's, well, safe. What better person to use as bait—I mean, to help us—than you? That's what I was thinking.
The house's sinister feel sunk deep into my soul. "But, why can't you all go into the house together? I mean, haven't you heard about the buddy system?
Go in or else," he threatened.
In fear, I complied and dashed into the house, mostly just to get away from the group. I quickly opened the front door of the old house and slammed it behind me as I hurried inside. It was pitch black; I couldn't even see my hands it was so dark. I tried to find the doorknob to the front door so I could escape, but when I tried to open the door again, it wouldn't budge.
I was trapped.
Luckily, I remembered the small, travel-sized flashlight that I had clipped onto my backpack in case of emergencies. I took my bag off and felt around the outside of it until I found the flashlight. I unclipped it from its place on my bag and slung my backpack across my back once more.
I clicked the flashlight on. I could actually see my surroundings!
The interior was just as dreary as its exterior. I saw a staircase; a few portraits hanging up on the wall of the room; a small, wooden sidetable next to the front door; and a few cut-outs in the wall that indicated entrances to other rooms in the house. However, my eyes were drawn to the staircase. I thought that I saw something—a ghost was my first guess. I heard the moaning of a distressed soul from somewhere. I didn't know where the sound was coming from. My eyes shifted their focus to various sections of the house's lobby. Then, I returned my eyes to the stairs again. I felt scared—not because I was alone, but because I knew that someone, or something, was there with me.
Turned out that there was someone else there. Out of thin air, a ghost Chia appeared on the stairs. I gasped. My eyes dilated. My breathing became heavy. I was more afraid then more than ever.
The ghost Chia cocked its head to the side. "What are you looking at?" he snapped.
G-g-gh—" I stuttered.
Right. Me," he understood. "Of course. Someone sees a ghost and his or her first response is, 'Holy Xandra's glasses! A ghost! They're going to want to haunt me or put some curse on me or something!' Geez, we ghost Neopets have more stereotypes than Lupes. Not all Lupes want to eat us Chias, you know! I mean—
I calmed down as the Chia continued ranting. I got tired of listening to the ghost neopet complain about how he had never been the target of a hungry Lupe, and about how his best friend was a Lupe, and blah…blah…blah. I got so bored that I escaped the conversation through the nearest doorway. As I fled, the Chia called out, "Hey! Xweetok! Come back here! Hmph. Nobody wants to talk to me anymore.
The second room that I visited appeared to be a dining room of some sort. I couldn't really tell; everything in the room was covered in sheets and wispy cobwebs. It was as if the house was giving me a sign that there was a dearth of life both inside and outside of the building.
I walked through room after room. Each area was filled with lifelessness. Every second made me long for a sign of life—a symbol that there was hope for both the house and myself. Every step I took made it feel like my spirit was dissolving at an intensifying pace.
I eventually found my way to a staircase leading to a floor below me. I carefully decended into the house's den, hoping that I would see a sign of life there.
Instead, I saw nothing more than a few tattered leather-clad chairs, a seemingly-ancient Neovision, and an unsanded wood coffeetable in the middle of it all. All of the colours in the room were muted. Even the basement was nondescript and lifeless.
I thought I saw the image of something on one of the leather seats. I blinked a few times to make sure that I wasn't slowly becoming mad or anything. After I stopped blinking, I saw a ghost Elephante sitting on the seat farthest from me. He was reading a textbook quietly as he sat in the dark lonliness of the den. Once he noticed that I was in the room, he peeked his head up from his book. "Hello there, stranger," he greeted me. "My, you're looking pale.
I'm just scared beyond belief is all," I explained.
But you're not scared by the sight of me," he realized.
I just want to get out of here. Besides, as annoying as that ghost Chia on the stairs was, he had a good point. Ghost pets like you aren't something to be afraid of.
I'd be afraid of him, though; his persistance irks even the most patient of people.
I laughed. It was nice to see that there was someone in the house that behaved like a living being—even though that being was a ghost Elephante. It made me feel more lively. "I'm surprised to see someone as, well, normal as you in a house as quiet and sullen as this. What are you doing here?
My soul escaped from my being and kept me trapped in here.
I was forced to explore this house many years ago. I couldn't exit through the front door, so as I explored the house in search of an exit, my soul slowly began to leave my body, which resulted in me becoming a ghost Neopet. I tried to find my soul, but I couldn't figure out where it had gone. Even worse was when I discovered that my ghostly persona can't leave until I reunite with my soul.
Fear began to build up inside of me. I realized that I would soon face the same fate as the Elephante. It took some thinking, but I thought about how I was slowly starting to feel as lifeless as the house. I was already exhibiting signs of my soul separating from my body. Like when I had met the ghost Chia, my breathing became heavy. My eyes dilated. I froze like a statue.
It was then when the Elephante realized, "You're already becoming one with the house.
What do I do?!" I asked in a panic.
You must escape, and before its too late!" he explained. "Go back upstairs and find your way out now!
I followed his instructions and darted up the stairs, returning to the main floor. I needed to get out of that lifeless house before I became just as lifeless. I loved my life—minus the whole bullying issue—and I didn't want to lose it.
I scampered all over the main level in search of an exit, but I found none. Eventually, I found myself in a bedroom. Like in the dining room, all of the furniture was covered with white cloth. Cobwebs and Spyder webs were draped between pieces of furniture and adjacent walls of the room. A single, cracked lightbulb hung from the ceiling. However, in all of the room's sullenness, one thing stuck out: a clay pot with a small, wilted plant that was sitting in dried-out soil, slowly decaying. It didn't help make the house lively in any way, but it was different, compared to all of the cobwebs, cloths, and dull colours that I had seen that day. It was a sign that there was once life in that house, although that life must have left long, long ago.
As I was pitying the dying plant, my flashlight ran out of power and died.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, and not just because my flashlight died, leaving me alone in a pitch black room. My soul felt like it was almost ready to completely break free of my being. I collapsed to the floor, falling on my knees, trying to keep myself stable by pushing my palms against the hardwood floor.
I then heard a voice call out my name: "Brielle…
This chant looped over and over again, growing louder with each repitition. Oh no! I thought. This must be where my soul and I part. I never thought that this moment would come so—
When the voice was at its closest, I stopped thinking about my demise and looked up. I was surprised at the sight; it was none other than Adam.
I blinked a few times to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating, but it was really Adam—no gimmicks or teasings. Just the same Adam that I always knew. He wasn't followed by the rest of the bully pack, so I assumed that he either was forced to go in and find me, or he was concerned and chose to come in and find me. Either way, I was thrilled to see his face again. He was the first sign of life that I had seen in what appeared to be hours.
Brielle!" he cried as he flashed a bright flashlight in my eyes. He extended an arm out to me in attempts to help me get up. I grabbed his arm, and he pulled me up, getting me back onto my feet.
I felt my soul—my liveliness—returning to my body. I looked at Adam and said, "What are you doing here? I thought you were tagteam with the bullies."
I was—but only until my conscience kicked in," he admitted. "I tried to muster up enough courage to go in here and find you, but I was too nervous to. However, the moment I heard your distress call, I knew that I needed to find you. I told off the others and ran in here.
I gave him a huge hug. "Thank you so much for finding me!" I thanked him.
A little bit bewildered, he wrapped his arms around me in response. When we had let go of each other, he looked at me. My hair was wild, my eyes were bloodshot, and I had a ghostly pallor. "Are you okay?" he asked me. "You don't seem—
It's a long story. Just help me get out of here so—
Adam seemed to be a bit distracted. "What's up?" I asked him.
That plant over there—" he said, "it's…look!
I turned around and looked at the plant. As if by magic, the plant revived itself and began growing into a delicate and healthy daisy. After that, the cobwebs and Spyder webs in the room began to shrink in size. The sheets on the furniture dissappeared into thin air and revealed the antique furniture that they were veiling. The lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickered on.
It was as if the house was coming back to life.
I began to think, Could it be that my gratefulness for Adam finding me saved both the house and myself? Is that even possible?
Adam turned his flashlight off. "Incredible," he mused as he looked around at the now-sprightly room.
Footsteps came from afar. As they grew closer, Adam and I exchanged looks as we wondered what Neopet would have the guts to come in here as well.
Into the room came walking a green Elephante. He was holding a textbook in his hand. It took me a few moments of thought, but I eventually realized that this Elephante was the same one in the den earlier that day. The revival of the house must have rejoined him with his soul, I decided.
The Elephante asked the two of us, "What are you two doing here? This place isn't for children to be wandering in! Please leave before one of you gets hurt.
He gestured his arms towards the exit. Adam walked out, and I followed behind. As we left, the Elephante whispered to me, "Thanks, kid.
No problem," I replied.
We exchanged smiles, and I left the room.
When Adam and I had escaped the house through the front door, the first thing we saw was sunlight. The sky was cloudless. There was a gentle breeze that gently tossed the grass and trees. Overall, it was the antipathy of the surroundings before I had been forced to go into the house.
The trio of bullies was no longer there. They had most likely fled after Adam ventured into the house. "Good riddance," Adam said.
I agreed with him: good riddance! They were gone from our sight, and, little did we know then, the trio finally left the two of us alone, never to bother either one of us again.
We both knew that we had to return back to our NeoHomes. We turned to each other and waved goodbye to each other. Then, we went our separate ways. However, this departing seemed to mark the beginning of a beautful friendship. Even after my best friend moved, I was still okay because I still had a loyal friend standing by my side.
It was funny how an aquaintance turned into an enemy and then into my best friend in such a short period of time. Adam's friendship was like the dead plant re-blooming—it made me feel less dead inside, regardless of the unfortunate events that came my way.
Monky: Hello! They both started in pretty similar ways actually! I got tired of making things for myself all the time. I used to make buttons for my old font site, Fontosis. I got compliments on them and figured I could open a button request site! Thus Utopia was born. (: The same thing happened in the making of Bedazzled: I got tired of just making layouts for Utopia. My inspiration comes from a lot of places! For Utopia I was greatly inspired by Buttoness and (now closed) Cloud Nine and Dreams are Reality. With Bedazzled I would say I am immensely inspired by Foomanshu. But I like to think that I have my own unique style!
Me: Very interesting. And how did you learn how to make such amazing buttons? Did you see a tutorial and decided to try?
Monky: Amazing? I'm so incredibly flattered c: I suppose Create Impressions is the first tuturial I ever turned to. Back then I believe it was Ashyaruu's Button Tutorial (I used it so much back then I remember the name still!) I learned some basic animations from Dreams are Reality's animation tutorials. But after I learned the basics I'd say I picked up stuff as I went along!
Me: Okay, did anyone help you with your site a lot or was all of it yout job? Do you enjoy button-making?
Monky: Well it's not like I gave other people jobs. Running the site was all my job. But I did ask other button-makers for help from time to time! Like if I wanted to know the name of a font and so on.
I love button making! I think there are a million possibilities for me to explore. And I love how it's actually helping someone (:
Me: I agree And how about Bedazzled, how did you learn making petpage layouts?
Monky: I would say that button-making actually helped me learn to make layouts. I use GIMP for both buttons and layouts and the button-making helped me learn techniques and tools I could use on the layouts. Coding was the part that was challenging for me. I read many tutorials (off-neo ones) on CSS and HTML until I felt confident enough to code them myself.
Me: Very cool! And what do you think about other layout and button request sites? Are they better or worse than yours? Do you have any favorites?
Monky: Other button and layout request sites are awesome! c: I don't really want to say if any are worse/better than my sites but I will list some of my favorites! My current favorite button request sites are Saranghae and Buttoness. And my favorite layout request sites are Out of Focus and Add a Name Petpages.
Me: I agree, those sites are the best! What plans do you have for your sites? When are you ever planning to close them?
Monky: Hmm, this question is hard. I plan to add premades to Bedazzled and add a lot more graphics. Both sites will probably be closed by my senior year of high school though. And during the school year, requests for Bedazzled may prove to be too much for me, so I'm not really sure.
Me: That is a good idea, premades. I am sure that noone want your sites to be closed. Well I am done with questions, do you have any last questions, concerns or tips?
Monky: Aww thank you (:
Nope, I'm all set! Thanks for the interview.
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As Aziekial continued to walk along looking for shelter, he repeated the conversation he had had with his mother before leaving home.
But I don't want to go to Faerieland today! He had whined while he sat in his mother's lap.
You have to, Zeke. The others can't fly. They wouldn't be able to make the trip from the Citadel down to Faerieland. And don't you want me to make that cake? I can't make it without the chocolate from Faerieland. Kiwi asked him while she stroked his messy hair. It never looked neat and put together, but she loved that about it.
Zeke sighed, lowering his head onto his mother's knee. Why can't you just use regular chocolate?
Kiwi laughed. Silly little Xwee, the chocolate here in the Citadel isn't worth buying. Everyone knows Faerieland has the best sweets in all of Neopia. She had begin tracing the markings on his pelt, making him shiver.
Aziekial stifled his laugh. She was trying to make him do her bidding, like she always did. But he wasn't the only one to fall victim to her tickle attacks. Just the other day she tickled Sinvari half to death before the poor Xweetok dashed off to the Haunted Woods to fetch dear mother a new weapon for her collection. And Sinvari is no push over.
He was about to lose it. Okay! Okay! He wriggled out of her lap, leaping onto the floor and shaking his body free of the tingling sensation running through it. I'll go get the chocolate! He stormed out the front door, running past Saikiru who was lying in the grass looking up at the clouds.
It hadn't taken him long to fly down to Faerieland, but upon arriving he noticed the clouds were oddly darker than the ones hanging over the Citadel. He easily recognized them to be storm clouds and he knew the watery onslaught would start soon. But he only knew this because he had seen Xirett's storm clouds on many occasions.
His plan was to quickly get the chocolates and return home before the rain started to fall or before lightning started to strike. He wouldn't be able to fly through the clouds if the electric bolts were racing through them. To his pleasure, the chocolates were easily obtained but once he step foot outside of the candy shop the rain came down. It poured down hard, bashing against the cobblestone streets and the newly built buildings loudly. Usually a cheerful Xweetok, Aziekial wasn't feeling so cheery right then. He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. He was going to have to wait it out; he only hoped it would end soon.
He waited by the door, watching the torrent through the glass -blocked- He waited and waited but the rain just didn't seem to let up. A full hour had passed and the rain was still going. He wondered if Xirett had anything to do with the downpour, it was unnatural. He knew the blind Xweetok was very well capable of creating a storm like that, albeit by accident since he hardly had control over his weather effecting talents. Deciding he just couldn't wait anymore, he headed out into the storm. It only took a few minutes for the rain to soak him to the bone and he was highly displeased with the feeling of wet fur, but even more disgusted by the smell of it.
After falling on his face, he was more than ready to just give up. He didn't care about the cake that couldn't be made without the chocolate he carried in a package he held in his mouth. He didn't care if the rain never stopped and that he might not make it home tonight. He didn't even care that he might not find shelter. He was fed up with the entire situation and just wanted to sit down under the large tree up ahead. He plopped down under the old willow-like tree and dropped the package of chocolate on the semi-wet grass. The tree had down a decent job of keeping the area under its canopy relatively dry. He leaned against the trunk and looked up into the canopy, remembering how Bellachima loved to do this on sunny days and see the light filter through the leaves. But no light was to be seen and instead rain filtered through the long leaves, trailing down the vine-like strands of the tree before falling off the tips. Before long, Aziekial had drifted off to sleep under the tree.
When he woke up, the rain had stopped. The sun, which had hardly been seen today, had set. And he was still in Faerieland, sitting under an old tree with a package of melted chocolate staring him right in the face. Melted chocolate. Aziekial grumbled in frustration, he was going to have to get another package. He sighed and said, I officially hate chocolate.
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