[BabyKoreanPanda]

username: BabyKoreanPanda
kalon name: Ryze
prompt [700 word limit]: WIP
extra [optional]: WIP

[SyntheticFox]

Dropping! Sorry :c

[tiny little box]

username: tiny little box
kalon name: Ralph (Lion)
prompt [700 word limit]:
he's a hair stylist on the side that makes potions on the side
extra [optional]:

[GreyScale]

username: GreyScale
kalon name: Buster (Red)
prompt: At first glace Buster is a kalon that could kill just by glaring at you but if you look a bit deeper he's a good guy for the most part. If he sees a lost kit or someone being bullied he normally breaks up the fight (despite him starting one at least three times a day) or helps the kit find their parent, often telling them little stories to help calm them down. He works the average 9 to 5 job at small convenient that hasn't been robbed since he applied which is probably the only reason he hasn't been fired but as soon as his shift is over he drives off in his black Ferrari with the tinted windows rolled down and the heavy metal music blaring while he lights his last cigarette and slips on a dark pair of sun glasses despite it being almost dark and drives to his favorite casino. He's a regular there and all the employees know him by name, or Red as he prefers. He doesn't play anything but card games and for a good reason. Though years of experience he has become quite the master and never goes home empty handed. He has quite the reputation in his small run down, shady town as long as plenty of roomers such as him being a gang leader or that he has killed before, the only problem Is, he has also never denied them, only the ones about he being a major acholic. He refuses to touch the stuff and smoke a cigarette instead. Once the night is almost over. he goes back home and sleep for a few hours before waking up and repeating the cycle with the exception of Friday. Every Friday he goes to a school and teaches the kids how to stand up to bullies and when school is on break he is out helping the local charities.

[cherubim]

ＫＬＡＵＳ！ ＫＬＡＵＳ！ ＫＬＡＵＳ！

username. vogelbiene
name. klaus gender. male
•••

survival

/səˈvʌɪv(ə)l/
noun

the state or fact of continuing to live or exist, typically in spite of an accident, ordeal, or difficult circumstances.

•••

"he was a good kid y'know? took 'em under my wing. he coulda gotten a bodyguard job if he weren't so modest, always tellin' me he wasn't 'buff' enough or not 'scary' enough. he was a softy, sure, but he had potential. dunno why he went the way he did. i miss the kid."

- marx, 20th feb 2XXX

the cold air stung klaus' nose, nipping his extremities & leaving a red tinge to the exposed skin. he supposed his extremely fluffy coat was good for one thing; hiding in freezer buildings seemed to be his go-to as of late.
clutching the bag of illegal weaponry to his chest, the burly kalon tapped his paws to the beat of the footsteps outside, marching as though they had some kind of purpose. the thought almost made klaus laugh.

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[scarecrowz]

username:
kalon name:
prompt [700 word limit]:
extra [optional]:
res

[Butters!]

username: Butters!
kalon name: Ulv
prompt [700 word limit]: wip
extra [optional]:

[River Song]

I'm gonna make a deal with the bad wolf so the bad wolf don’t bite no more

username: River Song
kalon name: Siebe (meaning 'the light of victory')
prompt: (making a deal?)
extra: art piece?

wip

[wangji]

username: ginga. | kalon name: Vagor
prompt:
As night begins to dwell on, a sensation that derives from the deepest on one’s soul, cherishing forward a panging, beating inside the mind. The sensation of instinct pumping through one’s veins, it’s uncontrollable, it’s maddening, it’s sickening. The eyes of the foul creature grow with tremor as they begin to dilate and fullen, attempting to focus on its surroundings at best it could; crimson red pupils shifting and seemingly crying out desperately that nothing would be right. Something terrible was going to happen, just as it would be on such a moon. A bright, shining red moon glistening in the sky like a sun, surrounding all flora and fauna in its aura as everything begins to shimmer a red.
A erupting snarl echoed throughout the flora, heaving sighs and grunts of something rabid, a growling and fret as something is attempting to withdraw such urges, suppressing something more than it can brood, regret. Through the flurry of thoughts in this poor Kalon’s mind shuffled the shame and disregards of what a Kalon should be. Affectionate, positive, everything good in the world is what their society believed Kalons are and should be, for it was a taboo to even come near such a horrid fantasy as to what… monstrosities like Vagor was. Kalons have adapted to keeping such beliefs into myths, how none can come near to being so savage. Adapted by all, warning of ‘defects’ towards all younglings to scare them into believing parental lies. Vagor knew that having grown in a kind, accepting home wouldn’t change the mind of his blood that he was something more, something much more unique then a simple Kalon. He could destroy with the paws he had, tear with the jaws and fangs he had, speak with the throat he possessed every fateful night.
His breathing quickened rapidly as fuel pummeled through his veins as he flung his head up in a matter of seconds, inhaling a massive breath as he forced it out into a heartless howl that echoed throughout every soul and mass that stood its ground around the Kalon. With eyebrows furrowed as he gave the aura of terror, he let go, flinging his head back down as he began to pant. Tongue out and salivating like a dog awaiting it’s meal, his eyes showed no remorse or emotion as his claws dug into the pulpy Earth around him, he was prepared, he was thriving, his potential was now to break such a myth that no Kalon like him could exist in this society.
Like a rabid animal being freed of its cage, the massive Kalon charged like a bull, blood pumping and heart pounding with impulsive and preparation for any obstacles to come into the Kalon’s path. The crinkle of fleeting paws on crushed leaves could be heard distantly as Vagor ran, his ears perked up as saliva dribbled down his maw and chest as he lunged toward the noise, shoving and pushing through any flora that strayed in his way; nothing could stop him from a successful hunt. He thanked his heightened abilities on such a moon as he charged, finally clashing uptop his prey as he pinned them, paws to arms and hind paws to legs, there was no escaping such a massive beast like Vagor.
The frothing of the Kalon’s mouth as saliva dripped onto his prey laid another Kalon, calling out desperate jumbled words that passed through one of Vagor’s ear and out the other with no care, besides that of being that he had just caught his first prey on this successful night. With the lift of his paw, claws barging outwards like obsidian daggers ready to strike, a brisk swipe was sent across the other’s neck, spewing out a fountain of crimson blood that splattered over Vagor’s pelt and the life that lingered around the body and the Kalon. A smirk could be seen spreading across the Kalon’s face. A kill to the night, a kill to the faithful blood red moon.


extra:
Day began to draw in as the scenery of a valley took slow, yet steady view. Hills beyond hills of dandelions and weeds spread in surplus from the lack of human interaction, besides a very prominent elephant in the room. Glancing at the scenery, a brightly-colored animal was the Kalon mentioned before on a furious rampage due to the blood moon from the night before. It could be seen collapsed in the middle of this calming valley, not having moved besides the gentle heaving of it’s chest as it breathed in shallowly after such a long night. Although it seemed like it may have killed plenty, surprisingly the Kalon had…

“...Where am I?”

The Kalon blinked lazily, groggy from how much energy it had used that fateful night. With a foul taste of dried blood on his tongue, his eyes flung open as he shot upwards. He began to pant heavily as his head grew light, seeing flurries of lines in his vision as he shook his head, to no avail as he only got dizzier. As his vision slowly but surely cleared up, he took a glance at his bloodied paws and licked his maw as he tasted the sour, black blood that stayed on his lips. With shaky eyes and a trembling torso, he panicked as he tucked his tail between his legs, ears flattened as he despised how he could do such a thing towards… anyone.

“...This can’t be real… it’s one of my dreams! It’s not real… it’s not...”

Vagor, remembering his name, tried believing that this was all just fantasy, although as he turned around to glance behind him… there was an immensely long trail of blood that led to the forest behind him. It had almost felt as if one’s blood stopped circulating, breath captured in his lungs, heart in his throat. Nervously, he rushed over to the scene, he knew he had another successful kill, although mentally he was unsuccessful noting that his mental attempts at stopping such an overwhelming instinct was far from the truth of trying to help it.
As the scent of a rotting corpse captured his nose in a entracing scent that made his mind spiral with shame as to how disgusting his mind thought of such murderous themes, his paws pressed gently against the dew-ridden grass, pushing past the greenery that lingered all around him, covering both the body and himself in an atmospheric forestry as he finally lifted his head to witness his crime.

All he could remember was the sound of his heart shooting out of his throat, pupils shrunken to slits as he stared with his maw kept agape as he began crying.

This wasn’t possible. It wasn’t possible. How could it...?

Tears and shrieks were shred from the Kalon, Vagor twisting as he raked his claws down his face and body in complete distraught as he knew his guilt. Nothing nor any Kalon could come to succumb such a tragedy like he had committed. The loss he suffered and caused.

Besides, how difficult must it be to cover up the death of a brother?

[Jedi Master Lady Ren]

username: Jedi Master Lady Ren
kalon name: Diesel
prompt [700 word limit]: Wild Side

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴; 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯.