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Chapter 7- Now THAT'S Violent...
"Max, what's is going on?" Blake asked, arriving to find a rather put off Max and an angry Yang. The latter was so angry even her semblance was activated. She found herself feeling a tinge of jealousy from seeing some unnamed student hanging off Maxwell like he was just eye candy. As well known for his looks as he was, there were several and far more noticeable things about him. Like his absurd strength. His happy-go-lucky personality when things are rather calm. His outstanding moral fiber. (If you have seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and don't get that I swear to God I'm going to shove a brick of the Verizon Guy's ass. Props if you got both references.) His accomplishments- ie: see back to "absurd strength" (and chapter 3). And of course, his skill with weapons.
But something happened, and a knife was somehow thrown into the mix. Max's hand was holding the knife rather high above his head, hands splayed across the table he sat at. Blake knew what to expect. She
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Chapter 6- There's a Devil in the Church
The dance was starting, teams JNPR and CFVY were the first to arrive. Followed by RWBY and CRDL and several other teams. It wasn't long before everyone was there. Yang looked around, but she only saw one person with white hair, who was on the dance floor and wearing a dress. Max walked in, pretending to be "fashionably late". He went up to Yang and bowed, lifting his head up with a smirk. He came in alone, which shocked her. She was about to activate her semblance when she saw the smirk on his face, mentally slapping herself around when she realized who he was talking about just a few hours prior. He gestured towards the stage that was set up and pulled her up. He that mischievous look in his eyes.
"Alright everyone! Listen up! You may be surprised to hear this, but I'm going to be singing tonight. I'll let you decide whether you like it or not but under no circumstance are you going to interrupt me. If you don't like the music then try to understand the lyrics at least." Max said, the
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Chapter 5- Care to Dance?
It had been almost a month since he had started attending Beacon. He had grown stronger rather quickly, but once he hit that block it was like he became a whole other person. If he wasn't doing homework or studying for a test, he was sweating up a storm in the training area. Team RWBY had quickly grown concerned, but was also been encouraged to train harder than ever. It was the week before the dance, and Max was just on the brink of breaking his newest record of amount of push-ups done in one sitting.
"Seven thousand... six hundred... fifty four..." he growled, both teams RWBY and JNPR were sparring, only to have been interrupted when Blake turned and began starring at Max. The others began to do the same, having heard the number he had just called out.
"Seven thousand... six hundred... fifty five..." he continued, finishing another push up. There was a new team at school that was hanging out there as well. He had never gotten the names of any of them, but they seemed very interested
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Chapter 4- Idiots and Castration
Max watched as Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang all got up, placed on a team all together. His smile didn't go unnoticed, as Ruby and Yang both waved at him, while Weiss ignored him and Blake merely flashed the boy a smile. As Ozpin called him up, Max was like death from above, jumping down from the rafters and scaring the crap out of some of the other students who didn't see him go all out and perform the near impossible. He was still wearing his clothes from the day before, although they had been washed and cleaned by then, and stood in front of everyone, Ozpin smiling wider than any of the students had ever seen him smile, even in the photos of students from years past.
"Maxwell Blanche. In all my years, both studying and teaching here, have I ever seen anything like that. Not even anything close. Although you not only didn't collect a relic, but also do not have a partner or a team, I'm giving you a special status as a single man team. For harder missions, you will accompany teams JNPR
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Chapter 3- I See Red
Everyone had started to settle in their spots in the ballroom. The guys were flaunting their bodies- except Juan-poor guy- and Yang was looking for someone, though let out a frustrated sigh rather quickly. She couldn't find the object of her sister's desire. She wondered why she wanted to see him so badly until she noticed a flash of white up in the rafters and stood up. This caused her to smile as she looked up and shouted, much to the displeasure of many around her, up to the ceiling.
"Hey whitey! Come down here and talk to us!" she said, only for her to hear a quiet, yet very distinct "no" come from the rafters.
"Awe come on! I thought we were friends!" Yang said, slightly disappointed. Weiss had walked up and growled quietly at them, preparing to quietly tell them off for being so loud.
"Look, some of us are trying to sleep and you may as well forget about Max being your friend! He may be an idiot but he isn't so dumb as to let some buffoons to be his friends." Weiss stated, only t
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Chapter 2- Yin and Yang
The only sister of Ruby Rose and the owner of Ember Cilica, Yang Xiao Long tackled her sister in a hug aboard the large airship to Beacon, crushing the air out of her.
“Oh, I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!” she exclaimed, holding Ruby as close as humanly possible. The action was quite literally murdering her sister.
“Please stop.” She gasped, her sister finally releasing her.
“But I'm so proud of you!” Yang said, smiling widely. Her sister was slightly out of it, though not any more so than to be expected.
“Really Sis, it was nothing.” Ruby said, keeping her eyes on the floor or her sister’s bracelets.
“What do you mean? It was incredible! Everyone at Beacon is going to think you're the bee's knees.” Yang joked.
“I don't want to be the ‘bee's knees’, okay? I don't want to be any kind of knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees.”
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Chapter 1- Pilot
Legends. Stories scattered throughout time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past.
Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness — creatures of destruction — the creatures of Grimm - set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.
However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust".
Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.
But even the most brilliant lights eventua
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Maxwell stood in his spot, cemented to the ground like he was frozen in ice. There were cuts and fresh wounds all across his body. He shook, though not of weakness, rage, no emotion. It was the emptiness that had grown. He felt like it was his fault, but instead of feeling, it just caused that emptiness to grow. Before long, emotions consumed him like a forest fire during the dry season. Grimm that had previously ignored him came at him in almost literal waves, attempting to swallow him in their agonizing existence. He drew his sword, his grip almost crushing the handle. The more he swung the blade, the more rage he felt, moving faster, his body beginning to feel the weight of everything- itself especially. Horde after horde, Grimm after Grimm, it wasn't long before one could see how much he really kept bottled. Anger at his mother for not supporting him fully in his decision. Anger at his father, for not teaching him anything about relationships and how to make them work- friend or otherwise. Anger at his friends for giving up. The list could go on, but the more he slashed, the less the lines between everyone he was angry at became blurred and it wasn't long before he had almost decimated an entire city worth of Grimm, along with most of the buildings in the vicinity. He heard footsteps and assumed it was either White Fang or Grimm and swung his blade, which stopped because of the familiar sound of metal scraping against metal.

Max drew back for another attack, his eyes catching up to his actions and found himself faced in front of Yang. He froze for a moment, only to find that she was perfectly fine and knew something was off. He swung at her, his sword clashing against another sword. Yang would never use a sword. With a quick spin, he caught the enemy off guard and cut right through their stomach, intestines and blood spilling onto the ground in front of him. As he did, Yang faded out and instead Adam Taurus lay on the ground- split in two while his mask fell to the ground and both halves shattered. He stared at the ground, not feeling the fact that he had just taken a life. This changed when he felt the eyes of people around him boring into his being, like claws reaching for something that doesn't exist as they frantically clawed through him and tore him apart. He turned to see who it was that was starring, but before he could get turned around, his vision blurred and the ground seemed to be getting closer. He last felt arms catch him, a darkness coming over him like the hordes of Grimm had tried to do themselves.

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"Why are you so afraid? He had it coming."

"What if it happens to your friends? Bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

"You're nothing but trash. How dare call yourself a Huntsman."

"Looks like Mr. Perfect can't handle the responsibility of taking a life!"

"SHUT IT! JUST SHUT-" Max felt cold, sweating and shouting for what now appeared as no reason. He saw Blake leaning over him. She looked extremely concerned, like there was a serious accident and it was uncertain whether he would live.

"Where am I? What happened to the others?!" Max asked, his mind starting to run away with itself.

"Relax. The others are fine; I guess you could say we're doing a little soul searching for a bit. Ruby and Juane are together, Yang found her dad and is getting better there. Weiss is probably having family problems again, and I'm here with my parents, despite not really wanting to. All in all, we could be worse."

"They're your parents, I'm sure they're willing to put your past behind you all. Just, let's relax for a while. I think we need it. We all need to recover..." Max said, mumbling as he laid back down. A woman that looked strikingly like Blake burst in the room and before Max could even think about what to do, he had the woman pinned against the wall and was ready to kill her.

"Um, Max?" Blake asked, watching as Max shakily let go of her mother and did his best not to fall back down onto the bed. Her concern grew when she saw how pale his face was.

"I'm sorry- about everything. I'm sure-" Blake started, only for her mother to hug the younger cat faunus tightly.

"I know. You've been through a lot. He's been pushed past his limit in more ways than he was prepared for." the woman said, puting a hand on Max.

"Although, it is kind of cute how quick he was to keep you safe.~" she teased, causing Blake to get a bit defensive and even angry.

"He nearly killed you in a panic and you're joking about it?! What is wrong with you?!" she asked, growling a bit at the woman. She immediately looked down and shook her head.

"If you won't confess, then I'll do it for you when he gets back up. I'd also like to see this new version of his semblance myself." the woman said, gesturing to Max's unconscious form.

"Grey Fall..." That name broke the ensuing silence. Neither of them knew who it was, but they knew for sure it was Max who spoke.

"That last name... I'm sure it's the same as Cinder's." Blake thought, walking over and stroking the solid white hair. Although she wouldn't be saying it any time in the near future, she knew in her heart that she longed for them to be together, maybe even go that far.

Bringing herself back to the present, she shook her head. Her thoughts drifted to her team, wondering what was becoming of them...

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"I can show you what true power feels like..."

Ruby was having some inner turmoil that she wouldn't dare tell Juane. During the fall of Vale, Cinder gave her a tantalizing idea. Gain power, and use it to not only protect those she cared about, but to win over that special someone she wanted. (I'll give you three guesses as to who it is.) The catch was that she had to work and train under the pyrokenetic sadist. She had very little time to make a decision, but no one expected her to make the decision overnight- which is what she went ahead and did.

Her friends' safety was more important than her own desires, but her human nature proved a double edged sword. While she was protecting her friends, she was also fueling her own desire for power and the attention from her crush. She chose to take the darkened path, filled with light- but tainted with shadow.

She chose to join Cinder, learn all her skills and abilities, to indulge her desire for once- possibly to never stop.



Alright everyone! Got the eighth chapter done. Yes, I skipped a lot of development, but I have... part of a plan. 12% of one... More of a plan than Rocket Raccoon ever had, that's for sure. Stay tuned for the next "episode", although it may be a while longer.

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Justin sat in his cell, the dark circles under his eye clear in the dim lighting. He looked dead tired, with his white hair slightly matted, but the sounds outside kept him awake. Groaning, screaming, gunshots, things that don't belong in a teenager's life. Being framed for mass murder at 10 years old is hard, even if you're more ahead of other kids your age by several years and understood the world better than most. He frantically tried to pull the keys off the corpse leaning on the cell door before it came back. He managed to get it off and unlocked his cell, sprinting away as the newly reanimated body pushed itself onto its feet and slowly trudged after him. Justin had made it to the armory, only to find limited weaponry. At least there was some things to keep him from getting bitten.

"Of fucking course... It's prison, what'd I expect. At least there's a shotgun in here..." he muttered fearfully. Just because he'd been in prison for 6 years doesn't mean he broke into the prison life. In fact, he was glad to get out of that hell. Unfortunately, he didn't know what new, worse hell he was getting himself into. He was surprised to find more than just walking bodies, decaying as they existed in the elements- just lifeless corpses on the ground, unmoving. There were people who had died and not come back. With a shiver and a sharp turn, he was headed into the backstreets of the city he knew. Before he knew it, he was forced into a building.

It was an apartment building, one that he could use to his advantage. As he destroyed the steps to get up, he heard the sounds of zombies behind him. With the stairs sufficiently broken or barricaded, he turned and used his shotgun to blast the undead monsters into the walls. He aimed at one particular one and noticed how it stared intently at him, not unlike a girl starring at her crush with a starstruck expression. The passion in its eyes is what saved it, while Justin made sure to remember what it looked like.

What was once a girl was now a pale corpse, her mouth sewn together on one side. Her leg was also stitched on, but it looked like it had healed back somehow. Her eyes were the strangest things about her, one a blood red and the other a vibrant electric blue. Her dress was torn, with the hem frayed and a slit ripped in one side. It was mostly black, with a white cloth belt stained with an almost browning crimson. He didn't stay long, escaping the building and heading closer to the outskirts of the city.

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About a week passed since the incident with the strange zombie and since then he had holed up in a small building, with few rooms and one entrance. In the days he had taken to get into said building, Justin noticed something about the hordes that followed him. There was one in the undead herds that looked familiar. The more it followed, the closer it got. He broke out of his revere to find one of the walking corpses dragging its feet towards him, arms outstretched into what looked like an attempt to hug him. He had long since abandoned his shotgun, unable to find any effective replacement for the ammunition.

The ax he had was beside the door, behind the zombie that now had him cornered. This one was dressed rather scantily, her dress torn to barely cover her thighs, it was white, stained with blood that was likely to never come out after how long and how much blood was in it. He looked in its eyes, white like snow. It had a smile on its face, unlike the undead monsters he'd seen before. He backed away, unable to defend himself from the walker. As he waited for his demise, he heard the sound of a blade smashing into the zombie's skull and a thud.

Justin opened his eyes, ready to leap into his savior's arms, before realizing it was the... was it even a zombie? Fear and confusion froze his body, the fear urging him to run while the confusion begged to be resolved. As it smiled at him, he felt the question come out his mouth the moment he thought it.

"What are you?" he asked, only to get a blush in response. His jaw dropped, unable to comprehend his new situation. If she was trying to kill him or hadn't killed the other zombie, things would have made a little more sense. Instead he was saved from a zombie, by a zombie. A zombie that could blush. He could only stare in awe. There was no way that she was completely turned.

"I'll ask again, what the hell are you?" Justin demanded, as answers needed to be had. The zombie lifted it's head and looked away, the face less red and more pink.

"I don't know. All I know is what I was. I knew you while I was alive. We didn't talk much, but that was because I was too shy. See, I had the biggest crush on you since we met, but I couldn't work up the courage to tell you and ended up becoming a stalker. I know you might think it's creepy but I do want to have a real relationship with you and oh God I'm rambling. I ramble when I'm nervous. Do you ramble when you're nervous or do you not talk? I know I said I was a stalker but I wasn't obsessed or anything. Oh God now you probably think I was obsessed with you. Please stop me." she said, only to cover her own mouth with her hands. Confusion took hold of him before he heard a groan and bolted for the ax, ripping it out of the corpse at his feet and looked outside. Luckily none of the zombies found them, but he didn't want to take chances and shut the door, quietly locking it, checking the other rooms for the annoying cannibals. He was glad that there weren't any and held his ax in hand, walking back into the room. He stared the ... whatever she was down and almost glared. Just because it had saved him, doesn't mean the walking talking flesh-lover was trustworthy.

"Who are you?" he asked, still leery on the idea of trusting her. Sentient she may be, a zombie is still a zombie.



".... Cassidy. Julia Cassidy."

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As a kid, Connor loved horror movies. But there was one film he found that haunted his nightmares for years. It was titled something so innocent, harmless. Little did he know, the film itself lacked the same qualities as the title. The video depicted a girl about his age, with pale skin and white irises in black corneas. Her hair was onyx as well, the whole thing only made creepier by the crystal clear quality for such an old medium. It was on one of those old movie rolls, sitting on a projector in his basement. His parents had dismissed it, but curiosity got the better of him and he watched it, only to find it nothing but the previously described girl introducing herself, calling herself "Jessica Angelo".

Connor's interest peaked at the mention of his last name, looking up to see the girl still rambling on about herself. He was paying far more attention and caught her saying something that sparked that horror movie feeling in him. Only that feeling was more like he was in it instead of watching one. It was the dread that the protagonist would feel, the only survivor of the movie.

"I was born on February Fourteenth of 2000 and died on the twelfth of May in 2005. I was five years old. Well, enough about me, what about you? I saw your eyes light up when you heard about my last name." she said, giggling a little bit. Connor immediately scrambled out the room, up the stairs, and into his room, hearing a sad "Don't go!" on his way out. It took a week for his parents to get him out of the room, and several months of therapy to get him back to his normal self. Even afterwards, he never seemed to get completely better. His friends asked about what had happened constantly, and after YEARS of him never telling them, they got the hint and dropped the subject.

"Hey man, you alright? Ever since the new girl showed up you've looked like you've seen a ghost." Thomas, one of the aforementioned friends, asked as he noticed Max shaking. Suddenly a cute voice brought them back to reality, looking over to the girl who owned the voice. She was pale, almost slickly so. Connor tried to move, but he felt frozen, terror turning him into a statue. She tried to talk to him, but his friends seemed to shun her, assuming they had a bad history and was trying to pry her way back into his life. Thomas' eyes were an electric blue, and their glare made them seem more like ice. Max sat adjacent to Thomas, and his eyes were an onyx black, making it look like starring into the cold darkness of space.

Connor's emerald eyes were dilated, fear causing him to shake and sweat. He felt a pair of arms wrapped around his as they pulled him from his seat, while a rather timid voice tried to calm him down. Daniel was the peacemaker of the group, trying to keep his friends calm. As Connor was being pulled away, Jessica looked a little sad, but it was a different story when his friends left. She wasn't just sad that Connor left, but she was enraged that his friends had been the cause. He was hers. He was the one to watch the video, therefore they were destined to be together. That's how it worked right?

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It had been weeks since Connor had seen Jessica. She seemed to be avoiding him for whatever reason, which to his friends seemed like a blessing. Connor felt that it was just bad. The power went out and the classroom went dark. Jessica was in the room and he bolted under a desk, making no sound at all. Save for his breathing. Save for his breathing.

"Hello, cutie, miss me? I know it took some time, but now your fuckface friends can't get in the way!~" she said, oh so happily. He noticed blood all over her clothes, the once white dress now splotched with dark stains that wouldn't come out, not that she wanted them to. Connor was a disheveled mess, putting a table between them.

"What did you do to them?!" he asked, Jessica crawling up onto the desk. She had that mischievous smile on her face that only a psychopath could use.

"They've been 'disposed' of. They haven't been hurt in any way, uncomfortable at most I swear. Now focus on me sweetie.~" Jessica said, posing as she laid on the table, pulling her dress up slightly to show more leg. Connor tried to look away, but she had him frozen somehow. She smiled, lust in her eyes. She wanted him- not just sexually, but that would be amazing in her mind. Connor finally broke free from whatever hold she had on him and ran, despite knowing how useless it would be. She would chase him to the ends of the Earth...


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This follows a curious child, who makes the mistake of watching a cursed film, grow into a teenager. His mistake lies in the events that unfold from his inability to get over his fear of the girl he saw. In the film at the time he saw it, she looked to be about his age. When they met again, they looked much older, by almost eleven years. The true horrors of cursed videos and such became clear once the events unfolded. Be careful what you watch or click on- It just could kill you.
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"Max, what's is going on?" Blake asked, arriving to find a rather put off Max and an angry Yang. The latter was so angry even her semblance was activated. She found herself feeling a tinge of jealousy from seeing some unnamed student hanging off Maxwell like he was just eye candy. As well known for his looks as he was, there were several and far more noticeable things about him. Like his absurd strength. His happy-go-lucky personality when things are rather calm. His outstanding moral fiber. (If you have seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and don't get that I swear to God I'm going to shove a brick of the Verizon Guy's ass. Props if you got both references.) His accomplishments- ie: see back to "absurd strength" (and chapter 3). And of course, his skill with weapons.

But something happened, and a knife was somehow thrown into the mix. Max's hand was holding the knife rather high above his head, hands splayed across the table he sat at. Blake knew what to expect. She found him several times "flirting with Lady Luck", as he continuously put it. Yang, however, was not as informed and was completely taken off guard. Although she didn't seem to mind his sudden action. The girl, however, closed her eyes and cringed away from him as she let go of his arm, assuming Max was going to stab her. But the famous lyrics he often sung flowed from his mouth like water.

"Oh I bet I can stab my fingers better than you, cause five finger fillet is something I like to do, and if you think that you can beat me give it a try, but if you hit your fingers then you'll probably die. Oh chop chop chop chop chop chop chop I'm picking up the speed and if I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed." The song itself was short, as well as his actual "game". But it was none the less risky than Russian Roulette, aside from the fact that in one game, you're more likely to lose a finger than losing your life in the other. Blake wasn't impressed by the display itself, although it never ceased to amaze her that he was willing to actually risk stabbing his hand.

"Maxie, a little warning there man." Yang said, smiling as she put her arm around his neck and pulled him close.

"That was ballsy, but you can show me how-" Yang began to say, only to be cut off by Blake, who "gently" elbowed her in the ribs. Yang's little flirting action turned into one of cradling pain and trying to make it less intense.

"Sorry, but he's not interested in a relationship right now and even if he was, he wouldn't just go for someone who he hardly knew I'm sure." Blake said, showing an interesting amount of knowledge on Max's "preferences". Max nodded, but held a hand over Yang's mouth to keep her from publicly taunting Blake. He knew Blake well enough to know it would cause her more embarrassment than she really needed to deal with, as well as make things awkward between him and his friend.

"She's right. I need to keep my mind clear anyway- romance is for after the 'ever after' part." he said, Blake wincing a bit at the way he said it. Given the line of work he planned to go into, there would either be death, or a very depressing 'ever after'.

"You should reconsider. Life can be cruel and deny you what you're owed." Blake said, giving Max the impression she spoke from experience. Max raised an eyebrow in suspicion and tried to give her a chance to explain herself.

"I'll tell you after the dance." she said, flashing a weak smile. It convinced Yang that nothing was wrong, but Max could see otherwise.

The dance had gone on without a hitch, except Max had to inform Ozpin about an "intruder" at said dance, one who looked familiar to one of Max's opponents in his days at Signal; who seemed to cause trouble alongside a certain soulless ginger asshole. One with heterochromatic eyes.

Alright. I got it fucking finished. Damn this was hard. Between school and the lack of motivation, like fuck. Anyway, I'm wanting to know, who wants me to change his name from Max to Grey? Second, I'm sure you all know who I'm talking about. Third, I've been kinda feeling a little bit with Fairy Tail- Natsu's magic in particular and i got to thinking. "Wouldn't it be badass to use fire instead of basically a Kaio-Ken?" You decide if you'd rather me scrap this and use that idea, or finish this and start on a different one using that idea.
I know I haven't posted recently, but school's a pain in the ass. It also doesn't help to lack motivation and writer's block right in your face. It's no excuse for not telling you this sooner, nor is it an excuse in general, but I thought you should all know. Sorry.
I know I haven't posted recently, but school's a pain in the ass. It also doesn't help to lack motivation and writer's block right in your face. It's no excuse for not telling you this sooner, nor is it an excuse in general, but I thought you should all know. Sorry.

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