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 No.8[Reply]

Please post all of your suggestions for the community as replies to this post: be it asking for certain functions to be enabled, or for a change in the rules.
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 No.140

Well, I think this board needs more publicity. Like four people come here and I got here like last night. I know there are a lot of people who have violent desires that need to vent. Sure we all might be white kids in trenchcoats but at least we can have a place to call home. But I don't know how to do that, If I can get photoshop back I'll make some banners for you guys.



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 No.7[Reply]

1. Site-wide rules for this board still apply. The disclaimer that you saw when you viewed 8chan's homepage? Still applies.

2. We are not responsible or liable for anything you post - that's on you. We will be dutiful about removing offending pictures or incriminating information, and submitting ban requests to those who break the site-wide rules.

3. That being said, be responsible. Report posts if they break these rules, and self-moderate.

4. Do not use SWIM. SWIM is a sham, it will not in any way absolve you of what you choose to say here. At the moment, we are governed by the constitution which guarantees free speech under the 1st amendment. This does not make you immune from conspiracy charges, so you are advised to post responsibly in a vague manner. Cover your own arse, don't clutter up this board with meaningless, flimsy stand-ins.

5. This is a board that exists, at its core, for the discussion of the most basic of human natures: the desire that tends humanity towards darkness and violence. As of late, this trend has become more represented in the media and among the general populace: consider shows like Dexter and Hannibal, which have already attracted millions of viewers (officially), many more watching online or through other means.
However you choose to interpret these ideas is up to you. Try to stay on topic; though as a niche interest board, posts will likely range widely until a stable community is established.

Enjoy your stay.

"And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." -Nietzsche

 No.127

Just an addendum because of an entirely off topic post made recently to the board:

Don't shitpost, please. Let's try to keep the board's quality high. We don't have many other outlets for our specific interests, and it would be a shame if this place got clogged up with meaningless bullshit.

That being said, on topic banter and silliness is fair game.
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 No.65[Reply]

So, what brings you all here?

Personally, it's all sexual for me. I doubt I will ever extend any of my desires beyond a fantasy level, but…..just reading some thing b-brings me to my knees.
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 No.134

>>69

>It's largely sexual for me

Haha

But same for me too. I get off on the idea of hurting women, of making them cry or doing anything to harm them. If they're thin, I want to fatten them up and force them into small clothes while humiliating them. If they're petite, I want to leash them like a dog and beat them.

I almost forgot about this board, but I came back because I feel alone. I want to talk with other "crazies" to reassure myself that these thoughts are normal. It's therapy.


 No.136

Masochist!

I wish cute boys would beat the shit out of me ;n;


 No.137

>>136

I'd do it to you. Are you a girl or a boy?


 No.143

>>124

This kind of.

I met a girl who was into masocism and necrophilia and blood. We dated for a few months years ago. I still have a large cut on my chest from where she lapped blood from where she cut me. Hot as fuck. I also want to beat the shit out of people. It's a really, really minor urge though, completely controllable and it's something I rarely think about unless I'm very angrey. I'm very rarely anything but calm. I also fantasize about being severely injured for some reason. This fantasy isn't sexual at all. I wish I had a place to beat the shit out of people with out the real risk of hurting them. It's something that worries me, I'm a pacifist. I decided not to get into a fight for social purposes.


 No.150

i feel have nobody to relate to

bt it seems like this place is dead



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 No.82[Reply]

ITT: Outlets for violent desires

So recently I came into a relationship with a die-hard masochist. She begs me to torture her, takes everything I can dish out and always is game for more no matter how broken she is.

I've been struggling with violent desires and compulsions my entire life, but now, with an outlet for that violence, the urges have abated DRAMATICALLY.

This is more effective than years of therapy and any other alternative I've tried. I know not everyone is so lucky, but maybe some other anons here have found other things that help if not the same situation? I think it's just as important to discuss alternatives to these urges as it is to discuss the urges themselves.
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 No.139

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>>82

I write honestly, I write out long stories that have dramatic fight scenes. Personally I'm a pacifist by choice, I used to be in a street fighting club but then I moved away. I take out my anger on women in bed, and write in my spare time. Though writing isn't for everyone in that case I reccomend something non-competitive something that is go your own pace kinda hobby. Single Player video games are a great option, though multiplayer is good too but that doesnt help as much. Because anger only makes it worse and when that fucking kid 180 noscopes you, you're gonna be upset.

But take it slow people, have sex if you can and if you can't get an onahole. It helps me a lot, I'm gonna start coming to /vd/ a whole lot more often. I'll watch this board and help who I can and I might browse a bit. Sleep well everyone.


 No.145

>>85

>She's MtF

>She's

I have some bad news anon


 No.146

>>139

How in the fuck do you find one of these anon? I was thinking of building an anonymous invite only app for something like this, but I don't know how in the hell I'd find people. I want to join one of these.


 No.147

>>139

Are you still lurking storychan?


 No.149

>>116

im a guy but i wish i h ad a girl to do those same things to me

it seems hardly any girls are into it, and rather the opposite unfortunately



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 No.144[Reply]

To bad it's all filled with anime images. I'm kidding, I pirate the fuck out Siamese puppet shows.

Anyways this seems the right place to tell my story about me being a despicable fuck who beat and raped his cripple girlfriend

>Be me

>20 YO semi-autist half decent looking

>Can only talk to ugly girls, or cripple girls

>Because of that, I get with a pretty hot girl in a wheel chair

>She was really fucking depressed because she's in the chair

>But since we started not only dating, but being gf/bf she's really happy

>Literally THE perfect victim of domestic abuse

>Live together

>One day, in her time of the month, she just pisses me off so to much

>All day at work she texts me bitching about every little thing

>Doesn't cook supper which she can do, and very good at that

>Literally just browsing the internet all day

>Flips out at me for not bringing home take out

>Fucking snap

>Grab her by the hair and drag her by into the bedroom shouting the whole way

>She starts screaming and crying

>Both incredibly excited and disgusted with myself because she's a paraplegic

>Still don't stop

>Slap her harder then I even know I could

>Start choking her and tell her to never do this shit again because blah blah I pay the bills ect…

>Pull down both our pants as she's sobbing and saying sorry

>It only makes me more fucking excited

>Remember/realize she's on her period

>tfw no anger fuck rape on my girlfr-

>Anal

>Never done it before Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.148

Nah, some people just need to be slapped. All the logic in the world won't help them, pain is the only thing they will understand.



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 No.138[Reply]

/vd/, this meeting was meant to be from the very beginning.

I'm not sure if anyone still lurks here or if the BO is gone, but if not I would suggest you and people like you come check out >>>/grim/. We love gore, in addition to all things morbid, nihilistic, misanthropic, or just negative.


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 No.103[Reply]

What's violent desires political views and political hopes

I am a White Nationalist living the United States my goal is to carve out a separate White Nation in the pacific Northwest. However in reality what I want is this degenerate nation to descend into a second civil war unlike the first it will be more like the 30 years war with hundreds of sides and sporadic fighting and widespread starvation.

I hope to fight in this war armed with a semi-automatic rifle and going from town to town with a militia that keeps growing that I fill the ranks with dispossesed with White males and we crucified useless bureaucrats. I love the idea of seeing women that wear slutty clothing and thought of themselves as some kind of "alpha female" because they went to college for a useless job and just fucked around in frat crucified or burnt on tires. I especially hate those women that are being granted easy makework office jobs I wish to see them executed after living a life of pleasure and partying in their 20s. I love the idea millions of east indians and nignogs getting crufied. I wish to see the best looking liberal and neocon white women turned into sexslaves and taken away from their office jobs in their skimpy out fits to serve the soldiers of the race war as they carve out their new nation in the burning America. Also yes in this fantasy of mine cops would be impaled on major public buildings and those that donated money for ready for Hilary would be lynched on street lamps.

I want total violent turner diaries race war without nuclear fallout though but instead more impalement and chaos.

Anyone else feel the same?

 No.129

#bringbackcrucifixion


 No.132

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>>103

> I wish to see the best looking liberal and neocon white women turned into sexslaves and taken away from their office jobs in their skimpy out fits to serve the soldiers of the race war as they carve out their new nation in the burning America.

I too love the idea of having white liberal women used as broodmares.

One of my fantasies includes me leading either a militia or some very large military outfit. My side has successfully secured my home state and other outlying regions; I am dispatched back to a city on the other side of the state, where there happens to be a university that I once attended.

Everyone in that university is herded into one area on campus, divided along race/sex/politics/etc. This is when I decide their fates.

Leftists are killed off in a number of ways, ranging from guillotines, hanging, firing squad, torture, raped to death by blue-balled soldiers.

However, before that, I pick out the women that I want to be broodmares or servants or mistresses. They will be reeducated and focused on breeding white children; a hierarchy will be instated among them to keep them squabbling so they're easier to control women already seem to do that though.

The violent ringleaders of the moon crickets and other disobedient non-whites are lynched before the entirety of the PoC student body. Race traitors will have their heads shaved, will be paraded around the campus and city while walking barefoot and being beaten, and then hanged with a placard saying: I defiled my race.

The cooperative ones will be deported.

Young, able-bodied white men will be forced into service and unlearn their liberal indoctrination, alongside oft he broodmares. If they prove themselves worthy, then they can have a broodmare as a wife, or even find their own in another city.

America will then be liberated, city by city, region by region, until it becomes a constitutional, corporatist, and republican (small "r") regime with the mainland serving as a European-descendPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.133

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>>132

This pic is also a good idea of how I want America to be organized.



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 No.128[Reply]

Killing Floor 2 in 2.5 days. Get excited.

>persistent gore
>19 points of dismemberment
>10 perks, possibly more
>overall stellar looking graphics, global dynamic lighting, etc

Someone should do a stream on here when alpha is released, I'm sure /vd/visectors who can't get it would watch. I haven't had much luck with getting good performance on my relatively old PC when I've attempted streaming in the past, otherwise I would.

Post what you're looking forward to doing in game, or another game that would be a suitable outlet for our particular desires.

 No.131

It's pretty meh at the moment, KF1 is still vastly superior. The sequel might end up being okay but it's just not worth playing much in this early access state, the balance is just off. And to be honest, KF1 is a lot quirkier and feels like a more orchestrated experience.

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 No.142

>>128

>killing floor

>you don't kill floors



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 No.74[Reply]

I want to die. I want to be murdered, beaten, mutilated, disfigured beyond all recognition. I'm obsessed with it, I NEED it. I need it so badly that it makes me cry and scream any chance I can safely do so. It's been this way for years, for what feels like a lifetime. It's a drive that endlessly burns in the back of my mind, unfazed by any attempt to fight it.

I lust for pain. To have pain inflicted on me by others feels more pleasurable then sex. I crave it, hunger for it. But to inflict pain on myself means so little… it has to be from another to satisfy me. It's torturous… my desires are at complete odds with my life and my plans and ambition. I wish I could escape it but I don't know how.

I constantly fantasize about death… I want to be viciously beaten… violently raped… I want to be hacked and stabbed and torn to shreds… I want to have my limbs ripped off, my skin flayed, my bones shattered, I want to drown, I want to burn, I want all of the cruelty this world has to give.

I want my life to end. I want the stillness and peace of death. I want my body to wither and return to nothingness, I want there to have been no trace I ever existed.

thanks for letting me rant, /vd/

 No.76

My condolences. I can relate to almost all of what you said. Life feels like such a stale drag and any intense sense of pain would be such a relief. While I don't think I crave it as much as I do sex, I find myself fantasizing how people would torture or kill me, mostly in public areas of all places.

The main difference is probably the fact that I also want to make people suffer.Maybe want isn't the right word but there's this emptiness that would be satiated if I could shock people and hear them scream and make them hate me. Just anything to wake me up and make me feel alive.

I can't stomach the idea of suicide because of how disgusting it feels having seen the aftermath. But it's always on my mind for some reason, not as a serious thought but as a constant reminder that it's an option.

Fuck, I'm such a useless sack of flesh. A fucking leech.

One pastime of mine is to enact a torture/kill and try to feel how both the perpetrator and victim feel. It helps sometimes and might be worth trying if you have that kind of urge.

 No.78

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>>76
My desire isn't a logical one. Life has been miserable for me, but that misery spurs me to carry it, to have it all have been worth it somehow. My lust for death is a completely separate drive that hounds me. It's a need like eating or breathing. When my depression makes me wants to die, that's a separate feeling.

> I find myself fantasizing how people would torture or kill me, mostly in public areas of all places.
This is something we have in common. Almost always, the first thing I imagine when I see somehow new is what it would be like for them to hurt or kill me.

>The main difference is probably the fact that I also want to make people suffer.
I'm the opposite, I am purely masochistic and wish no harm on anyone. I am overly sensitive and caring to a fault. I have a difficult time even killing insects.

 No.80

I just remembered that I've flailed myself with a belt out of frustration before, Catholic monk style. It might help to try it since it's a sharp feeling that blends quickly into a sort of crippling weakness that blunt impact has.

I feel so guilty since my life is fucking perfect. Despite being spoiled with privilege and opportunity, I hate who I am and can't help but feel apathetic about life. I am constantly looking for a high be it through music, games, shows, or (my favorite) violence.

 No.123

For years I have had this mental image of my skull and brain being crushed with a heavy object, usually a sledgehammer or some machinery
I find it very comforting


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 No.34[Reply]

What would some good recipes involving human flesh be? The prevailing consensus seems to be that it tastes somewhat like pork, but ITT let's imagine what some interesting pairings or combinations of flavors would go well.

 No.37

I heard that you shouldn't eat the brain or liver
and the palm of the hands and the ass has the best meat

 No.38

As far as I've read, it would widely depend on the age and health of the person but a healthy, young-ish human would taste like a cross between juicy pork and veal.

A good steak would be nice seared and lightly baked. Baked could be a good choice for assmeats too. I have always wanted to take the ribs and treat them to a nice smoky barbecue with cheekmeat/mushroom kabobs a la Lector.

 No.41

>>37
For the risk of getting kuru I'm sure, or similar prion-based diseases. Not bad advice to avoid the brain, honestly. But what's wrong with the liver? One would imagine liver would be quite tasty.

>>38
Mmm. That sounds good. Goodness, now I'm getting hungry.

 No.122

>>37
I have been told that breast-tissue is also good, should you have a woman on your table


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 No.118[Reply]

I have sailed the oceans of the net,
With no port to call my own,
but here i find hope,
a place i can call home.

i notice a few of you like yuno, i like yuno too.
have a gift.
http://www.filedropper.com/yunohomepage

 No.119

Hm. The link doesn't seem to work, anon. Can you reupload somewhere else?

 No.120

nice

 No.121

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yuno?


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 No.104[Reply]

What are some violent desire approved games?

 No.112

As mentioned before, it seems a good number of us like Killing Floor. I'm certainly looking forward to KF2. And… I liked Saya no Uta. There are lots of violent and disturbing VNs you could look into.

 No.113

Dishonored is pretty good

 No.117

Postal, manhunt you know the usual


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 No.89[Reply]

Anyone else taken the blackpill?

 No.114

We all have m8


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 No.108[Reply]

Chapter 1

The filthy infant lay screaming upon the moist floor of the forest as her mother, her cries almost as shrill as that of her child, stood several paces away, pinned against a tree by two uniformed, anonymous figures. The field marshal approached the child and gently prodded its clothing with the razor-sharp bayonet point attached to his AK-74 copycat model, specially made for him in the clandestine armaments factory operated directly by members of his unit. Whereas most who were fortunate enough to be equipped with firearms were relegated to utilizing older and carefully maintained weapons from existent stockpiles, certain elite ranking individuals such as himself were supplied with freshly minted firearms such as the one which he now held, for reasons of both practicality and prestige. Hot air infused with his ever-present rage blew from his nostrils, his eyes were wide-open and bloodshot and this along with a heavy black mustache arranged his face in a decidedly intimidating veneer. The cold blue point of the bayonet continued to toy with the flimsy garments of the squiggling child, slowly opening its shirt to reveal a pale white chest holding a fast-beating heart, sped up considerably due to duress, thumping heavily beneath its flesh.

Seeing this from her location several paces off the mother’s cries of distress began to reach horrific proportions. The field marshal raised his left hand in a brief gesture, to which the guards holding her responded by grabbing a handful of her honey-blonde hair and yanking her head downward as another attached a rubber ball-gag to her mouth, stifling her screams so that now only the sound of the infant’s cries permeated the wooded landscape. As if on cue, the field marshal suddenly arced his rifle behind his head and drove it down, skewering the child on the tip of the bayonet. The bayonet set deep into the innocent flesh, directly penetrating into the child’s heart, causing a stream of arterial flow to shoot several feet into the air. The field marshal raised the rifle back up into the air above his head, the bayonet bloody with the crimson flow from its most recent child sacrifice, a veritable moloch in the form of a machined rifle, the small child’s limbs convulsing in its death throes. Deftly and with much skill, as he had assuredly done this before, the field marshal held the rifle at an angle so that the blood flowed downward without soaking the preciously oiled metal of the main part ofPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.109

After making his point known and as the blood began to cease its flow, the field marshal lowered the bayonet, still bearing the twitching infant on its point, and unceremoniously pushed the corpse off of the weapon’s deadly accoutrement with one heel of his combat boot. The child hit the ground with a dull thump, the last of its blood spreading around in a muddied pool upon the earth, its milky eyes frozen in the pangs of death. The field marshal looked at his guards, their faces revealing nothing but cold, cruel eyes behind the black balaclavas which were the hallmark of the internal security forces. The field marshal raised his left hand in a similar brief gesture as before. “Do as you want with the woman and with the remains of the child.” With that and a final sardonic smile, this time aimed at his men, he turned from the scene and marched several yards into the forest toward the small tent that functioned as his temporary headquarters for small unit operations in the area. Behind him, the guards paired off with the woman and the corpse of the child respectively, enjoying their peculiar tastes to the hilt.

Inside his tent, the field marshal sat down in a shadowed corner and took a cloth to clean the infant’s blood from his face. The child’s blood had encrusted in his mustache from his earlier imbibement and his attention to grooming in this respect was left half-undone intentionally, so that his men could visibly view the tell-tale signs of his cannabalistic orgy and so that he himself could enjoy the traces of the harsh iron scent of the child’s blood, reminding him of his undertakings, a notch in his myriad successes. Unlike the pathetic excuses for military formations before the nuclear wars had etched their memory of mass murder onto the fields of the earth, the military formations now wore their proclivity for bloodshed on their sleeve. That was as it should be, according to some at least. The field marshal turned to the black screen of his small portable laptop, a scaled-down version more similar to a stand-alone word processor than the more sophisticated equipment that generations before him were once used to and, lighting a cigar and letting the smoke billow around his face, he began to write the minutes of the last several days’ operations which were quickly drawing to a close. Soon he would be back at headquarters and then the real work would begin.

 No.110



Since the last time he had been at HQ the pressure of unfolding events had heightened considerably. The entire organization was undergoing a brutal increase in internal discipline, some referred to it as a purge, commiserate with its continued successes on the field. Usually in charge of a much larger force, the small unit action he had been undertaking during the last several weeks made up for what it lacked in manpower in the level of its sensitivity and the brutality and efficiency with which he had accomplished his orders thus far, assuring him of continued prestige and favor in the eyes of the commander. The commander was the ultimate authority and was the highest deity within the organization, although various death cults worshiping varied demonic entities and past martyred operatives flourished amongst the rank and file, which helped boost their morale in an otherwise hellish situation and also seemed to provide inspiration and increase operational acumen in the fulfillment of their equally hellish missions. As long as the commander remained at the helm as the unquestionable deity, a thousand flowers were allowed to bloom in relation to subversive cult factions. No great wonder, considering that most of them were manufactured directly by the intelligence sector itself and disseminated quietly, giving the impression that they were organic in manifestation.

The headquarters of the organization was housed in a giant and imposing stone structure, the nerve-center which was housed in what was a former high-security federal penitentiary in the old days and which now served as the fortress housing the commander and large numbers of shock troops and internal security forces. The organization had annexed the infrastructure of the surrounding small towns that had once survived economically via employment at the penitentiary, with the security level of the resident operatives living in the area increasing or decreasing according to their proximity to the main compound. In the administrative buildings behind the concertina wire, hundreds of faceless individuals worked in the offices and interrogation rooms of the internal security sector, of which the field marshal’s personal security force were members.

 No.111

The commander stressed the importance of extremely harsh discipline within the organization, with an internal apparatus of repression to match his unmatched megalomania, rising paranoia and fanatic need for cultivating an atmosphere of absolute terror within and without. Punishment of the corporal nature from levels going from conservative to obscene was normative rather than being the exception to the rule. If terror reigned supreme within the organization itself, the commander reasoned, then those so exposed would be perfected as instruments to spread terror outside of territories currently acting as organizational strongholds. The administrative buildings housing the internal security personnel at HQ were split seventy-five twenty-five between offices (some inside former cells) responsible for amassing reports, organizing surveillance material, the drafting of indictments and enhancing internal disciplinary policy and the punitive units, which busied themselves exclusively with interrogation, torture and incarceration.

The former penitentiary had proved an ideal command center and residency for the organization thus far, being virtually impregnable by conventional means from the outside and equally hard to leave from the inside, as appropriate to its former use. On the exercise grounds where convicted murderers and rapists in the old society used to lift weights and walk the track to alleviate the paralysis of a forced sedentary existence in confinement, new murderers and rapists, this time cultivated by the state rather than confined by it, now used the same area as a military drill ground. Black uniformed shock troops, blood lust bred into their very flesh, could be seen training in rotation day and night on the drill grounds, making for a sublimely intimidating sight in the dead of the night as they trained under electric generator powered light, an anomalous sight in the new society where open flame was the standard. The sound of incessant marching, frequent firearms and explosives training, drill masters barking orders from high atop raised platforms overlooking the training areas, frequent alarm sirens piercing the night and the pressurized atmosphere of the prison buildings bathed under gigantic spotlights even in the dead of night were a testament and sign of the commander’s undisputed authority and the prowess of the organization which he had built up from nothing.

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 No.102[Reply]

What are jobs where I can kill people, I'm thinking Cop, I here they place stolen guns on people's dead bodies after shooting them on a routine traffic stop. I could literally be in the murder business that way. No one would fuck with me.

 No.105

Infantryman.

 No.106

>>105
I'm from the USA but I have light asthma despite being athletic, I'm moving to a state where I can be a bounty hunter.

 No.107

>>102
That doesn't quite work anymore, with police dash cams being a common thing and guns being traceable. The only situation you'd get legal kills in would be in the army.


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