It was a night that marked a moment of forever. Silence fell over the largest battlefield in AE history, the sounds of laser fire and missiles and all manner of weaponry echoing into the backdrop of space. Over 4 billion credits worth of debris floated where less than 24 hours before there had been fleets of countless starships. Now all was silent. The silence of the grave...
It was Tuesday, the 18th of August, and the Day of a Thousand Pew Pews had come to an end. This battle was the climax of the blob war going on in the B20s, and it was hoped that it would prove decisive in the war. And it many ways it did, but not as we'd hoped. CHUG fought hard to win the day, but in the end RAGE's superior numbers concluded the battle in their favor.
Following the next day terms for surrender were given to CHUG leadership. It was hoped by many that this would end the age-long war and Beta could move on from there. But perhaps such hopes were premature. In the 24 hours since the terms were first laid, they have become progressively worse, with RAGE positively demanding whole-scale disbandment of CHUG bases in B20 and the destruction or removal of any and all mobile fleets in the 20s cluster. It is a bleak outlook for Beta, one reminiscent of another post-war outlook on another world, long ago. That was Versailles, 1919 Earth...
But despite the bleak outlook, strength remains among the allied guilds of CHUG. While much has been lost in the lower galaxies, much remains yet in the uppers. As RAGE reorganizes into the Evil Empire and gathers their forces at Threed (B20:53:08:32) for an all-out assault on the last CHUG strongholds in the B20s, we in MI5 have a great deal to plan for our future. Beta is changing yet again, and while we do not know what all this will hold, we will be watching, and we will be ready. The Empire of RAGE has risen, now it belongs to the Rebels to whether the storm, and some day, to bring the empire to its knees.
We will not give in. We have time. We will prepare and meet this tyranny as all such monstrosities have been met, with the will and determination not to be conquered or subdued. And when the day of the Empire is over, we shall overcome.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
MI5 Member Highlight: Bowtie Bob
Hello again everyone! I realize it has been quite some time since I added an entry in this journal. Much has happened, but also much has stayed the same. The endless server war drags on down in the 20s. Meanwhile up here in the 50s we have several smaller ops going on. Good times...
But that is not what I am here to talk about today. This new article will be my first of a series of articles highlighting different MI5 members, starting with core-members and founders, and perhaps later including newer members who distinguish themselves in combat or other areas. Those of you who contributed interviews to this article are probably thinking "about bloody time!" So with that in mind, I present to you the first highlighted member, Bowtie Bob (BCL).
Bowtie Bob's story begins, as any good sci-fi story should, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
B29 to be exact. And 877 days ago, at the writing of this article, making even me feel like a newbie again. He came to beta back in the still frontier days. Before the 50s cluster had even been added. His first guild was BCL (Battle Corps Legion) which was comprised largely of a group of friends from a couple of BattleTech sites, but it grew fairly quickly from there. Back then the beta server was a lot more wild than it is now, much like the new Epsilon and Fenix servers are still, with a great deal of vying for control over various regions with many guilds striving for dominance. BCL was not immune to this, and soon war engulfed B29. Bowtie summarized the situation, "After nearly getting wiped out, we were offered a place in CW (ASG at the time) where we were able to build up our strength and eventually break away as a separate guild again. When BCL finally dissolved, we all went our separate ways, but many of us went back to CW."
During that time there were two individuals that would come to have a great impact on many players in Beta, including all of you reading this article, though many of you newer players do not even know their names. They were Thyriel and Kel-do-rah. Those were among the founders of the Commonwealth and the ones largely responsible for us being where we are today. But that's a story for another article. As it was, they were the ones who brought Bowtie Bob into the new CW fold and had the greatest impact on him. As he puts it, "They had two of the strongest empires in the guild at the time, and I remember thinking how I couldn't ever imagine being that strong... (I don't believe they had reached Lvl 40 at the time)."
But things were not all sun and roses. Bowtie Bob lived through the single largest operation in the history of Commonwealth, perhaps even all of beta. The guild-wide move to the 50s. His summary of the move and the reasoning behind it is as follows...
"To me, the reason behind the move was to strengthen our guild by concentrating our forces. Before we moved, we were spread all over Beta. Originally people were encouraged to spread out across multiple galaxies, and we attempted to get bases in all galaxies to spead up movement with JG's. Unfortunately, this made it extremely difficult to coordinate attacks, and defend each others bases as our fleets were spread too thin to truly be effective. By far, our largest concentration was in B29, but even there we would get attacked because of too many other guilds being there and many people kept their fleets elsewhere.
As a part of BCL, we got to see firsthand just how effective a "stronghold" galaxy could be. When the 40s opened up, we decided to have everyone build at least one base in a new galaxy that would become our new Home. Unfortunately, we chose B47 as that galaxy, and ended up being forced to battle BOB for control. While we fought continuosly for months, we were eventually overwhelmed and forced out.
That one conflict was the cause of BCL's eventual breakup, but it is the reason I'm here in B56 today. I moved every base I had here because I had seen how effective an entire guild can be when they are concentrated in one galaxy."
Indeed a great deal has been learned over the years regarding tactics and guild strength. Beta was very much a guinea-pig for testing new ideas in AE. A lot of what has been established now came out of things like what Bowtie lived through first hand. And it is why we are where we are today. MI5 sprouted out of CW about a year ago, after we'd finished the move to the 50s. Now we dominate B56 and 57, with a good amount of strength elsewhere in the cluster. We are far from in ultimate control here, but we do have an excellent position. And as long as we stick together and work as a team to continue building what we have, MI5 shall reign supreme in the 50s.
Bowtie's closing thoughts on this issue are much the same. He says, "While I despised their tactics at the time, I now understand BOB's goal of removing any foreign guilds from their galaxy. While I don't believe we are ready to attempt it at the moment, eventually, I hope to see us clear B56 of non-allied bases. This would go a long way toward fortifying our position here even more."
Long Live the Spooks!!!
But that is not what I am here to talk about today. This new article will be my first of a series of articles highlighting different MI5 members, starting with core-members and founders, and perhaps later including newer members who distinguish themselves in combat or other areas. Those of you who contributed interviews to this article are probably thinking "about bloody time!" So with that in mind, I present to you the first highlighted member, Bowtie Bob (BCL).
Bowtie Bob's story begins, as any good sci-fi story should, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
B29 to be exact. And 877 days ago, at the writing of this article, making even me feel like a newbie again. He came to beta back in the still frontier days. Before the 50s cluster had even been added. His first guild was BCL (Battle Corps Legion) which was comprised largely of a group of friends from a couple of BattleTech sites, but it grew fairly quickly from there. Back then the beta server was a lot more wild than it is now, much like the new Epsilon and Fenix servers are still, with a great deal of vying for control over various regions with many guilds striving for dominance. BCL was not immune to this, and soon war engulfed B29. Bowtie summarized the situation, "After nearly getting wiped out, we were offered a place in CW (ASG at the time) where we were able to build up our strength and eventually break away as a separate guild again. When BCL finally dissolved, we all went our separate ways, but many of us went back to CW."
During that time there were two individuals that would come to have a great impact on many players in Beta, including all of you reading this article, though many of you newer players do not even know their names. They were Thyriel and Kel-do-rah. Those were among the founders of the Commonwealth and the ones largely responsible for us being where we are today. But that's a story for another article. As it was, they were the ones who brought Bowtie Bob into the new CW fold and had the greatest impact on him. As he puts it, "They had two of the strongest empires in the guild at the time, and I remember thinking how I couldn't ever imagine being that strong... (I don't believe they had reached Lvl 40 at the time)."
But things were not all sun and roses. Bowtie Bob lived through the single largest operation in the history of Commonwealth, perhaps even all of beta. The guild-wide move to the 50s. His summary of the move and the reasoning behind it is as follows...
"To me, the reason behind the move was to strengthen our guild by concentrating our forces. Before we moved, we were spread all over Beta. Originally people were encouraged to spread out across multiple galaxies, and we attempted to get bases in all galaxies to spead up movement with JG's. Unfortunately, this made it extremely difficult to coordinate attacks, and defend each others bases as our fleets were spread too thin to truly be effective. By far, our largest concentration was in B29, but even there we would get attacked because of too many other guilds being there and many people kept their fleets elsewhere.
As a part of BCL, we got to see firsthand just how effective a "stronghold" galaxy could be. When the 40s opened up, we decided to have everyone build at least one base in a new galaxy that would become our new Home. Unfortunately, we chose B47 as that galaxy, and ended up being forced to battle BOB for control. While we fought continuosly for months, we were eventually overwhelmed and forced out.
That one conflict was the cause of BCL's eventual breakup, but it is the reason I'm here in B56 today. I moved every base I had here because I had seen how effective an entire guild can be when they are concentrated in one galaxy."
Indeed a great deal has been learned over the years regarding tactics and guild strength. Beta was very much a guinea-pig for testing new ideas in AE. A lot of what has been established now came out of things like what Bowtie lived through first hand. And it is why we are where we are today. MI5 sprouted out of CW about a year ago, after we'd finished the move to the 50s. Now we dominate B56 and 57, with a good amount of strength elsewhere in the cluster. We are far from in ultimate control here, but we do have an excellent position. And as long as we stick together and work as a team to continue building what we have, MI5 shall reign supreme in the 50s.
Bowtie's closing thoughts on this issue are much the same. He says, "While I despised their tactics at the time, I now understand BOB's goal of removing any foreign guilds from their galaxy. While I don't believe we are ready to attempt it at the moment, eventually, I hope to see us clear B56 of non-allied bases. This would go a long way toward fortifying our position here even more."
Long Live the Spooks!!!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Current War
I never thought I'd see another tag in front of my name, aside from MI5, but here it is. VICE was formed to coordinate our members on the ops location, allow for easy fleet movements, and help with teamwork from all involved in the war against the RAGE block. As more players come into VICE, and more fleets arrive, I expect the level of action to increase substantially. RAGE is going down, sooner or later.
Thinking back, it is quite interesting to think that we were once a part of the RAGE block ourselves. MI5 was allied with RAGE in the last server war. But back then things were different. Back then it was the faceless GOONion and their allies that were the unquestioned enemy. They were the danger that had to be brought down...
And now here we stand, helping those we previously fought against to stand up to the powerhouse that had taken over in their place. A powerhouse that we had helped put there. RAGE...
The sands of allegiance are ever shifting in this vast galactic conglomeration. But one thing is certain: through fighting or fleeing, combat or conquest, we shape our future in the game. It matters where we've been, for that is who we are. It matters who we are, for that is where we're going. So as we look at the war this time around, think of that, and walk your path with strength.
Thinking back, it is quite interesting to think that we were once a part of the RAGE block ourselves. MI5 was allied with RAGE in the last server war. But back then things were different. Back then it was the faceless GOONion and their allies that were the unquestioned enemy. They were the danger that had to be brought down...
And now here we stand, helping those we previously fought against to stand up to the powerhouse that had taken over in their place. A powerhouse that we had helped put there. RAGE...
The sands of allegiance are ever shifting in this vast galactic conglomeration. But one thing is certain: through fighting or fleeing, combat or conquest, we shape our future in the game. It matters where we've been, for that is who we are. It matters who we are, for that is where we're going. So as we look at the war this time around, think of that, and walk your path with strength.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Arrival
Admiral Darren watched the display as the timer hit 10. Then looking up he began issuing orders to the bridge. Orders he had given countless times in the past, but now with them came a surge of adrenaline he hadn't felt since his first time doing so...
"Ops, coordinate fleetwide deceleration, slave all nav computers through the Nemesis central control."
"Helm, take us down to threshold velocity, keep ahead of the curve."
"Tactical, reconfigure magnetic field for reversion to normal space."
His mind was alert, racing. His mouth was giving the orders in quick succession, the crew was following them perfectly. He looked at the timer again, 7 minutes. A slight vibration passed through the deck, the enormous mass of the flagship adjusting its position relative to normal space as the velocity slowed. The vibration ceased as the magnetic field adjusted to compensate, following the curve precisely.
"Delta formation looks good. Keep the heavy cruisers close enough to overlap the frontal displacement wave."
5 minutes. Looking at the forward viewscreen, Darren could see the angled line of heavy cruisers in perfect formation, their magnetic shielding interlocked. Normally when reverting to realspace, individual ships would be spaced well apart from each other so as to escape ill effects of mass displacement from other nearby vessels also reverting. But in a fleet as huge as the one they were in this time, that was simply not possible. The ships in the fleet had to be close enough together so their magnetic shields would overlap, reinforcing each one to the effect of making them essentially a single object. The delta line formation reverting just ahead of the Nemesis and the rest of the fleet would, theoretically, shield them from reversion displacement, which with this much mass would effectively pulverize their hulls...
3 minutes. The blue status lights winked to yellow. Velocity was down to .5 above threshold. Another vibration coursed through the deck. "Steady helm, keep us in formation," he said, his voice a belying calm. The vibration passed and he let out a quiet breath.
1 minute. Velocity at .2 above threshold. Ahead of them the line of heavy cruisers wavered visibly as it hit the threshold and began to transition. He took a breath, all he could do was wait, and hope the miracle of technology proved itself yet again.
Threshold. The space ahead of them lit a brilliant white as the fabric of subspace split open and the Nemesis and her entourage emerged into normal space. The whole ship shuddered as it transited out, but everything held. The status lights winked to green. The timing had been perfect, the formation had held. Admiral Darren let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair. Excellent.
Ahead of them the starfield was a welcoming sight after weeks in slipspace. The stars were foreign to him, a different galaxy, indeed a completely different cluster. This would take some getting used to. But even more than the stars, what filled the screen before them was something that none of the crew had ever seen before. A large crystalline planet hung like a glistening honeycomb, and around it swarmed countless little shapes, like bees at work. But they weren't bees. It was the Armada they had been sent to rendezvous with. He checked his instruments, then did a double-take. He'd known before setting out that they would be rendezvousing with an armada assembled from all the allies of the empire, but he hadn't quite grasped just how big it would be. There were literally millions of ships out there, everything from tin cans up to the massive bulks of other Leviathan class warships, and fighters innumerable. He shook his head, suddenly feeling rather lost among so many...
The young officer at communications turned to him. "Admiral, communication from Planetary Coordination. We've been given a section on the lateral plane to park our fleet until the next stage of our operation."
Darren nodded. "Patch the coordinates in to helm. And relay them to the rest of the fleet. Keep navigation slaved through our computer until we're in position."
Around him the bridge bustled with activity again as his officers moved to each their tasks. He allowed himself a thin smile. The first hard part of the op was done. But what was ahead, that was another matter entirely. Soon enough they'd be tested for what they came for. Battle...
"Ops, coordinate fleetwide deceleration, slave all nav computers through the Nemesis central control."
"Helm, take us down to threshold velocity, keep ahead of the curve."
"Tactical, reconfigure magnetic field for reversion to normal space."
His mind was alert, racing. His mouth was giving the orders in quick succession, the crew was following them perfectly. He looked at the timer again, 7 minutes. A slight vibration passed through the deck, the enormous mass of the flagship adjusting its position relative to normal space as the velocity slowed. The vibration ceased as the magnetic field adjusted to compensate, following the curve precisely.
"Delta formation looks good. Keep the heavy cruisers close enough to overlap the frontal displacement wave."
5 minutes. Looking at the forward viewscreen, Darren could see the angled line of heavy cruisers in perfect formation, their magnetic shielding interlocked. Normally when reverting to realspace, individual ships would be spaced well apart from each other so as to escape ill effects of mass displacement from other nearby vessels also reverting. But in a fleet as huge as the one they were in this time, that was simply not possible. The ships in the fleet had to be close enough together so their magnetic shields would overlap, reinforcing each one to the effect of making them essentially a single object. The delta line formation reverting just ahead of the Nemesis and the rest of the fleet would, theoretically, shield them from reversion displacement, which with this much mass would effectively pulverize their hulls...
3 minutes. The blue status lights winked to yellow. Velocity was down to .5 above threshold. Another vibration coursed through the deck. "Steady helm, keep us in formation," he said, his voice a belying calm. The vibration passed and he let out a quiet breath.
1 minute. Velocity at .2 above threshold. Ahead of them the line of heavy cruisers wavered visibly as it hit the threshold and began to transition. He took a breath, all he could do was wait, and hope the miracle of technology proved itself yet again.
Threshold. The space ahead of them lit a brilliant white as the fabric of subspace split open and the Nemesis and her entourage emerged into normal space. The whole ship shuddered as it transited out, but everything held. The status lights winked to green. The timing had been perfect, the formation had held. Admiral Darren let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair. Excellent.
Ahead of them the starfield was a welcoming sight after weeks in slipspace. The stars were foreign to him, a different galaxy, indeed a completely different cluster. This would take some getting used to. But even more than the stars, what filled the screen before them was something that none of the crew had ever seen before. A large crystalline planet hung like a glistening honeycomb, and around it swarmed countless little shapes, like bees at work. But they weren't bees. It was the Armada they had been sent to rendezvous with. He checked his instruments, then did a double-take. He'd known before setting out that they would be rendezvousing with an armada assembled from all the allies of the empire, but he hadn't quite grasped just how big it would be. There were literally millions of ships out there, everything from tin cans up to the massive bulks of other Leviathan class warships, and fighters innumerable. He shook his head, suddenly feeling rather lost among so many...
The young officer at communications turned to him. "Admiral, communication from Planetary Coordination. We've been given a section on the lateral plane to park our fleet until the next stage of our operation."
Darren nodded. "Patch the coordinates in to helm. And relay them to the rest of the fleet. Keep navigation slaved through our computer until we're in position."
Around him the bridge bustled with activity again as his officers moved to each their tasks. He allowed himself a thin smile. The first hard part of the op was done. But what was ahead, that was another matter entirely. Soon enough they'd be tested for what they came for. Battle...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Send Off
Cheering. It echoed in the back of his mind like the rolling of waves on a beach.
Flashes. Burned into his eyes like the pulsating of a destabilizing Quasar.
It all swam around him so fast, blurring together, sound and sight, the sensation of victory and the exhilaration of promotion. Fame. Glory. Honor...
But behind it all loomed a darkness. A darkness that threatened to swallow up everything he had accomplished, everything he had fought to protect throughout his long career. The swimming images darkened, tendrils of blackness creeping in among the vision of celebration. The cheering faces twisted into masks of horror, and were blotted out as the blackness consumed. His breathing came fast now, the exhilaration of promotion and victory that was his so recently was now turned into fear. A deep, gnawing fear that left him feeling weak and helpless. Such a fear that he had never known before...
Fleet Admiral Richard Darren bolted upright in bed, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. His eyes were wide, and for a moment he just sat there, breathing hard. Finally he blinked and reached an arm up to wipe away the sweat. Looking around his room, he let out a deep sigh and relaxed. It had only been a dream. And yet... that deep gnawing in his gut was still there. The feeling of a distant threatening darkness...
It had been six years since the campaign against the notorious UFP had come to and end. His part in that campaign aboard the Frutol's Folley, while relatively minor, was still an excellent mark on his record. It hadn't taken long in the years that followed for him to work his way up the ranks into the upper echelon of Ardrean Imperial Command. And now as the betaverse was plunged into war anew, he had finally been given a new command. A command that spoke more of the trust and honor his superiors recognized in him than volumes of holovids ever could. He had been given command of the pride of the Ardrean Imperial Fleet, the Leviathan class warship, Nemesis, named after the ancient goddess of retribution. And with his new command, the responsibility to lead the largest taskforce the empire had ever assembled on a mission to the farthest reaches of the betaverse. A mission of invasion...
He got to his feet and crossed the room, activating the lights and looking himself over in the mirror. His hair had greyed somewhat over the years, and wrinkles had formed beneath his eyes. But there was still that commanding look about him. He stared at his reflection a moment, his sharp blue eyes staring back at him. Then after splashing some water on his face and wiping it off, he turned and went to the closet. Grabbing his uniform, he dressed quickly and headed for the bridge.
The wide corridors of the Nemesis were rather empty at this early hour. Along the tops of the walls, the status lights were a steady blue, indicating slipspace travel. The low thrumming of the massive ship's engines was a nearly imperceptible companion as he strode along, nodding to the ocassional crewman he passed. Soon he reached the main turbolift of the deck and entered it, commanding "Bridge" as the doors slid shut. A slight feeling of vertigo was briefly his as the lift shot silently upward, then came to a stop as the doors slid open. The dim blue-tinged light of slipspace from the main viewscreen provided the backdrop of color as Admiral Darren stepped out, gazing around the huge bridge. The two dozen officers stationed around immediately came to attention as he entered, he gave a short salute, then walked over to the command chair. Leaning over it, he checked the displays. Satisfied that all was as it should be, he straightened back up and went over to the deck officer's station. Standing at just over five feet, the little dark-skinned man from Sanadria looked very much out of place on this huge ship. But regardless, he did his job well, and Admiral Darren was pleased to have him in his service.
"Mister Sarrib," he said as he approached the man. "Status please."
The little man smiled, revealing shockingly white teeth, "All systems fully function sir. Crew rotation to day shift in fifteen minutes. Night crew report no problems. Fleet deployment holding, slipspace status normal."
Darren nodded. "Very good. I will be in my ready room." Fifteen minutes, he mused as he headed for the door. Just enough time for a biscuit and some coffee before the day began...
Flashes. Burned into his eyes like the pulsating of a destabilizing Quasar.
It all swam around him so fast, blurring together, sound and sight, the sensation of victory and the exhilaration of promotion. Fame. Glory. Honor...
But behind it all loomed a darkness. A darkness that threatened to swallow up everything he had accomplished, everything he had fought to protect throughout his long career. The swimming images darkened, tendrils of blackness creeping in among the vision of celebration. The cheering faces twisted into masks of horror, and were blotted out as the blackness consumed. His breathing came fast now, the exhilaration of promotion and victory that was his so recently was now turned into fear. A deep, gnawing fear that left him feeling weak and helpless. Such a fear that he had never known before...
Fleet Admiral Richard Darren bolted upright in bed, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. His eyes were wide, and for a moment he just sat there, breathing hard. Finally he blinked and reached an arm up to wipe away the sweat. Looking around his room, he let out a deep sigh and relaxed. It had only been a dream. And yet... that deep gnawing in his gut was still there. The feeling of a distant threatening darkness...
It had been six years since the campaign against the notorious UFP had come to and end. His part in that campaign aboard the Frutol's Folley, while relatively minor, was still an excellent mark on his record. It hadn't taken long in the years that followed for him to work his way up the ranks into the upper echelon of Ardrean Imperial Command. And now as the betaverse was plunged into war anew, he had finally been given a new command. A command that spoke more of the trust and honor his superiors recognized in him than volumes of holovids ever could. He had been given command of the pride of the Ardrean Imperial Fleet, the Leviathan class warship, Nemesis, named after the ancient goddess of retribution. And with his new command, the responsibility to lead the largest taskforce the empire had ever assembled on a mission to the farthest reaches of the betaverse. A mission of invasion...
He got to his feet and crossed the room, activating the lights and looking himself over in the mirror. His hair had greyed somewhat over the years, and wrinkles had formed beneath his eyes. But there was still that commanding look about him. He stared at his reflection a moment, his sharp blue eyes staring back at him. Then after splashing some water on his face and wiping it off, he turned and went to the closet. Grabbing his uniform, he dressed quickly and headed for the bridge.
The wide corridors of the Nemesis were rather empty at this early hour. Along the tops of the walls, the status lights were a steady blue, indicating slipspace travel. The low thrumming of the massive ship's engines was a nearly imperceptible companion as he strode along, nodding to the ocassional crewman he passed. Soon he reached the main turbolift of the deck and entered it, commanding "Bridge" as the doors slid shut. A slight feeling of vertigo was briefly his as the lift shot silently upward, then came to a stop as the doors slid open. The dim blue-tinged light of slipspace from the main viewscreen provided the backdrop of color as Admiral Darren stepped out, gazing around the huge bridge. The two dozen officers stationed around immediately came to attention as he entered, he gave a short salute, then walked over to the command chair. Leaning over it, he checked the displays. Satisfied that all was as it should be, he straightened back up and went over to the deck officer's station. Standing at just over five feet, the little dark-skinned man from Sanadria looked very much out of place on this huge ship. But regardless, he did his job well, and Admiral Darren was pleased to have him in his service.
"Mister Sarrib," he said as he approached the man. "Status please."
The little man smiled, revealing shockingly white teeth, "All systems fully function sir. Crew rotation to day shift in fifteen minutes. Night crew report no problems. Fleet deployment holding, slipspace status normal."
Darren nodded. "Very good. I will be in my ready room." Fifteen minutes, he mused as he headed for the door. Just enough time for a biscuit and some coffee before the day began...
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