...

What the hell, man.

Fresh Air, Part 82

I woke up a few days after we all ate our hearts. It was weird--Famine's didn't seem to have changed me very much. I was actually glad of that--I had accepted that I was the powerless man I was now. I didn't exactly like it, but I had accepted it, at least. Grief had helped a lot with that. He'd been training me to use my body as a weapon, and the swords I'd made. He said I was a fast learner, and I believed him--I was already better than him at most of the techniques, but I thought it was because my body still remembered how to fight from when I was strong. 


I left the room, Harx following closely behind me. The past couple days had given me time to think, which I needed. I thought almost entirely about Adrienne, about what Stewart had said. I can bring her back, I thought. But did I want that? What if she was happy where she was? What if she was in heaven? I pushed the thought from my mind. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. 


I found Grief in the entrance way to the rooms. I reached out my hand to shake his. "Thanks, Grief. For everything."


"It was nothing at all, sir," he said. I asked him to give me a portal to the outside world and he obliged. I seemed to be in the same wooded area as before. I hopped on Harx and we flew away, searching for some town on which to test my new powers. Stewart, I knew, had to be stopped. It wasn't so much about the apocalypse, but rather the fact that he was getting more and more evil with every passing day. He'd already killed millions of innocent people, and the only problem was that I wasn't strong enough to stop him anymore, which meant I'd have to work with Zach, and probably Alex too, to take him down. But that would have to wait, too. There was way too much work to do as it was. 


My whole body was sore. It was strange, feeling this sort of soreness. It came from the muscles which had just started to form on my body because of all my training. These were my muscles, not some magical power, not hand-me-downs from my uncle. It hurt getting them, but it was worth it. 


Harx and I stopped in the first town we got to, which turned out to be a small town in Alabama. Hmm, I guess that means hell really is in Alabama. We stopped and I told him to go hide--Griffins are hard to explain. I didn't like the idea of ruining an entire town's crops--There didn't need to be anymore death, but I had a plan in mind. It had been a long time since I'd had anything tasty to eat, and I thought if God wanted me to be pestilence, I was going to have some fun with it. I walked into the first house I saw. 


Inside there were three people, a father, a mother, and a small girl who was probably no more than ten. They were watching television, which depicted the terrors which were probably caused by Stewart, and also some odd disease which turned people orange making its way across Nevada--Zach. I smiled, despite myself. When I walked in the family turned and screamed, not because I was terribly imposing--I was just a normal guy, wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans. I assumed it was because I had busted in, and perhaps because I was still wearing my swords on my back. It didn't matter. I could see the terror in their eyes and all I wanted to do was to tell them that I wasn't going to hurt them, that they would be okay, but I knew it wouldn't be true--I knew they would probably die along with the rest of the world when Stewart started his apocalypse. Stewart had mentioned Fall Out 3, and despite that being a freaking awesome video game I couldn't bear seeing the world turned into that. But I couldn't lie to myself--I was excited about creating my own nation in our new world. But these people were so small, so normal. I had no powers, but I could have easily killed them with my bear hands. I wouldn't, obviously, but the idea of the human fragility occurred to me, how easy it would be to just silence them all, and yet how persistent we all are--


But I thought also of how we've destroyed this world, how we've made it almost uninhabitable. Maybe it was for the best. I'm sure that's what God was thinking. Anyway I was here, in this house, staring at this normal, seemingly good family. The walls were painted brown and all the lights were off but in the kitchen. It was there that I knew I'd find what I was looking for. I stared the father in the eye. He had green eyes. The mother had blue, and an idle thought occurred to me that, if she were younger, she would have been very beautiful, and if, had she been older, her daughter would have been very beautiful, but this was the only time I'd ever see these people, and because of Stewart it might be the only time they even exist, and this is who they are, who they forever will be, and in a way, they are all beautiful. 


I looked him in the eye. 


Now was the time to act.


"Give me all your fucking Twinkies," I said.




-The Knight

Happy Reunions! Part 81

I decided that I didn't really want to infect people with fatal diseases. But I did wanna use my newfound power a little. So I made up a disease. I call it Vibrancitus. It's an STD actually. Whoever (or whatever) is infected with it will automatically glow bright orange. In the future I'll probably make different color strains. I chose to infect all of the strippers and prostitutes Las Vegas with it and then watch it spread. I made it to show up after 48 hours and only last about a week. But people don't know that. I thought it would be fun to watch the news and see how everything turned out. It will be pretty interesting to see who all ends up with it...

It's been a while since I've been able to do something crazy just to blow off the steam. But I'm still not very happy. The last time I was really happy was...

It hit me like a sack of... ah nevermind. What's important is that I get to bring back Maria. I really don't know what I'm feeling right now. Anxiety. I think I love her. Or at least I did... I don't know. Is it heartbreak? But I found someone else. Well... Val's nice, but no one can really take Maria's place... Maybe its guilt? That must be it. I'm just feeling guilty about what happened. I promised her I wouldn't let her die, but I did. But it will be all better now that she'll be raised from the dead... right?

My mind is a mess. But I can't let it show. It's really been affecting me lately. I haven't been up to par. Not that I really know what par is since I haven't really tested my newfound powers. I feel so strong, but I don't know if it's enough. Can I protect the ones I love now? Damn it, Zac! Get it together. Get it together... It's showtime.

I found Stewart back in hell. He better not think just because he got the drop on me last time that he can take me. I'm not afraid of death. Especially not now.

"Stewart. It's time for you to hold up your end of the deal. I want Maria."

He smiled a sickeningly sinister smile. I really can barely stomach being in the same room with him anymore. I'm surprised I got down that heart. If it wasn't for that honey mustard Alex gave me... I don't even wanna think about it.

Stewart did some weird thing with his hands and a portal opened. It was bright. Almost blinding. Out popped Maria. She was unconscious. Stewart closed the portal and looked at her and then me.

"I'm gonna give you some time. She'll come to in less than an hour. I've got work to do."

With that he portaled away. Probably to go kill some more people. He would choose death of all the horsemen to be. I picked up Maria and took her back through a portal to my place in San Diego where Val was waiting for me. I just looked at her. I didn't really know how she would feel about this. She gave me a faint smile.

"Don't worry, Zach. It'll work out."

And just like that I knew everything would be alright. I took her to my bedroom and laid her down on my bed. She was still asleep.

"Val. I don't know how she's gonna take it. I really let her down. And I don't know how to explain things to her about whats going on now. could you give us a minute. I promise I'll call you to talk to her."

"No problem."

She walked out. Damn. She really is one in a million. I turned my attention back to Maria. I sat and waited. After what seemed like forever Maria woke up. She looked up at me. I didn't know what to say.

"Zac?"

"Everything's fine. You're back. Now everything's fine. I missed you so much. Everyday, I thought about you. You have no idea."

We just stared at each other.

"I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough. I..."

I didn't know what else I could say.

"I forgive you."

We just smiled at each other. Then I went in for the cliche kiss. Instead of her lips, I made contact with her fist. Damn she hits hard! Then she preceded to kick me in the balls, and otherwise beat the living shit out of me. After she was done and I was in a corner holding on to what was left of my damaged goods I managed to ask, "Why? I thought you forgave me?"

"For letting me die, yes. That wasn't your fault. It was mine. That was for shacking with that bitch! I saw how you looked at her when she left the room!"

"I thought you were sleep! You were playing possum!?! You crazy bitch!"

As soon as the last two words left my mouth she went from angry to smiling again. What the fuck?

"That's more like it. I love it when you talk to me like that. Val, you can come in now."

Val walked in. They hugged.

"It's been such a long time, Maria!... Wow, you really made a mess of him didn't you?"

"Ah, he can take it. That's why I love 'em so much. What about yourself. Looks like we still have the same taste in boys."

"What the fuck?! You two know each other?"

"Yeah! We went to the same school up until we were 14!"

Holy shit. I can't believe this. At least they're getting along. But I don't know how good that is for me...

"Alright, I think it's time we made up for that ass-kicking you just gave him."

"Yeah I guess you're right."

Nevermind!

"Let's give him some time to rest up. Meanwhile you can get me up to speed on what's going on."

They both walked out laughing maniacally. Nevermind... I think I liked it better when she was just screaming...

Dr. Orange

She wouldn't take off her panties, but it was just more well rendered boobage... Part 80

It was nice to finally be back with Mary. We had a little time to spend together before I had everyone called  together to eat the hearts. 

Mary and I had gone back to our room to have a romantic evening, before we needed to work. Then I fell asleep. I was so tired, and Mary seemed to be understanding of it, I woke up with a cover over me and my head in her lap. 

I need to be here more often. Unfortunately I don't see that happening any time soon. 

When I called everyone together for the hearts, I noticed Ramsey talking to Grief. I thought Grief was gone, I decided I would just ask him what was going on later, this is more important. I opened up a portal to the hearts and put them on trays, and walked into the dining area. 

No one wanted to eat their heart. I had eaten so many before then, they didn't phase me anymore. 

I loved heart. 

After everyone has eaten their heart, I stand up, "There is something everyone should hear. I have spoken to God on this matter, and he whole heartedly agrees it should be carried out. We will have our own dimension. We will construct it. Four nations, one for each of us, from whatever we want, within reason."

"What about earth?" Alex asked.

"Think Fallout 3."

"Ah."

"Can we still go to earth after the apocalypse and talk to the people and live there if we want?" Zac asked.

"Sure, but you can make your own people in our dimension, have four nations, we are the gods. We will rule them."

Zac and Ramsey looked uneasy. 

"Okay guys," I started, "you know, I fought for this for us, and I thought you would like the fact that you get to bring stuff from Earth, people, things, whatever you want." I paused, "Bring people back to life." I looked at Ramsey then at Zac.

"No Stewart, you did it for yourself," Ramsey stood up and said.

I donned my armor and grinned, taking a step towards him. My armor was different now, there was this glowing black aura around it. 

I grew my blades, both my eyes were flaring red, I took another step towards Ramsey. 

"Stop!" yelled Zac. 

I shot my arm out and grabbed him by the throat, pulled him closer to me and said "Zac, i wouldn't be so quick to protest to your boss. You might get fired. Or killed. Whichever I choose. Just remember if you die yourself, I will just eat your heart and you will just make me that much more powerful."

I dropped him on the floor and got rid of my armor as Gabriel was walking in. 

"What's going on?" Gabriel asked. 

"Eating hearts," I turned and smiled at him.

"Well, with those hearts there is a lot of power, but they each have their own unique powers. You need to learn how to use them."

"Good, so we can train, finally. Everyone, please pick a city in the country that you would like to wipe out or terrorize and do it with your new found powers, then lets meet back here. Sound good? Thought so," I told them as I left through a portal. 

I went to Ireland first. I needed to pay a visit to the nice man who saved me from certain death one time. I need his advice. 

I knocked on Carney's door. He opened it and we sat down. I didn't give him a chance to talk really, I just told him the whole story, from why I was covered in rocks when he first met me to why I can now shapeshift, teleport and kill most anything that gets in the way of my wants. 

He didn't say anything during the story, and his facial expression didn't change one bit. I told him about the new dimension we were making, and I told him I wanted him to be king over my domain.

"Damn unicorns, they git ya e'ry time now." 

That was all he had to say. He told me to come back in a week, and I told him I would. I need him alive, he gives good advice.

Then I went to Cairo. 


That's in Egypt.


I didn't know that.


"What? Cairo is not only in Egypt but it is the capital?" I was muttering under my breath.


Yeah, did you get stupid? Something in your brain eating away at memory or anything I should know about?


"Not that I know of. So, lets get to work."


Sure thing.


I armored up, and thought of creative ways to kill people. I stood in front of the pyramids and looked at the sands. I was in the mood for some large monsters, and maybe some vampires.


I made a huge sand monster. he stood as tall as one of the pyramids. Next to him I formed a fire monster. I love fire. People started panicking, and my monsters didn't like that and started to lash out at the people. 


"Pile the bodies for me!" I yelled at the monsters. I summoned up a lightning monster, and then decided there should be a mix. I summoned a fourth monster and made him sand, lightning and fire. They destroyed all the buildings, and reduced it all to sand. People were piling up. I shot out ten or so tentacles and got to work.


I summoned up an army of vampires and then they went to work on the town as well. 


Ten minutes later, everyone was dead. I grinned, my eyes shone brighter than ever. The vampires worked along my tentacles and then we all stood before an Eiffel Tower of dead bodies. All the buildings were gone, it was as if no one was ever there, except the Eiffel tower that I made. 


"Let's go see Mary and spend some time with her before the others get back." I said, dismissing all the vampires. 


Sounds good to me.


We went back to Hell. I went into our room, then curled up next to Mary. She snuggled up next to me, and we went to sleep.

Shouldn't This Taste Like Almonds ... Part 79

The room was very well accommodated, but I couldn't call it a room.


"This pales in comparison to my previous abode but a change of scenery is always nice."


"I find this a much better alternative to killer robots."


"You young ones, always complaining."


"I'm sorry but I'm not the biggest supporter of large metal humanoid things running at me and trying to kill me."


"What did you expect a tickle fight."


"Well, it would have been nice, but ultimately useless since I'm not ticklish."


"Well just think of it as a very intense tickle fight."


"You're kidding right? Right? Anyways what forms can you take?"


"Whichever you choose."


"Can I get like a catalog or a short sampler or sorts, but before that. You need a name. Well not exactly need .... What is your name?"


"Which one of us exactly?"


"Damn it, you just love to make things complicated. Ok, you need a name. A universal name, but something bad ass ... How about Raven?"

"You possess us and our knowledge. Any name you provide, we will gladly acknowledge."


"Alright if you don't mind it. You will now be Raven."


At this point the old man collapsed and a raven stood in his place. He stood around for a few seconds and began to transform in to many different forms. Some of the more notable transformations within the collection were a white tiger, a beetle, an elephant that surprisingly fit in the room/palace and he also went trough perfect representations of Zac, Stewart, and Ramsey and finally ended by transforming into me.


"Well that last one will come in very handy, but for the time being just choose whichever form you like best. You can talk while in animal form right?"


Raven transformed into an elegant black panther and spoke in his usual well mannered voice.


"Certainly sir."


"You don't have to title me, just call me Alex or The Dude or something anything but Sir."


"Certainly, sir."


"Eh, whatever I'm gonna go plan how to bring back Dracula."


"I didn't know he could be killed."


"Well, you haven't exactly spent too much time around Stewart."


"That I certainly have not."


".... Wait, you know Dracula."


"He was in a very similar situation as we were, and like we have mentioned before. Any ally is an ally."


"Well you can be a very helpful part in retrieving the scrolls that Zac currently beholds."


"I will get right on that sir"


I sighed as the black panther made his way out of the room. I didn't know how he expected to find out where Zac was but I'm sure he knew a way and will find information within his unlimited connections in the hell we have currently found ourselves stuck in.


I decided to go to sleep and let Raven do the detective work. I will piece a plan of action as soon as I have most of the scrolls.


I had little time to sleep. One of Grief's underlings, or so I presume, awoke me with a loud banging on the door trying his best to demand me to meet everyone in the dining area. The last thing on my mind was the fact that I had no clue where the dining area was, but the minion was waiting outside my door to escort me.  Stewart, as always was seated across from Zac and I caught a glimpse of Ramsey shaking hands with Grief and make his way towards the table. Why was Grief here, isn't he on vacation? I decided to pay no attention to it and took my seat at the table. Stewart was very giddy and Zac did not looked like he wanted to be here. Ramsey sat shortly after me and Stewart snapped his fingers. Several demons appeared out of nowhere and placed a covered silver platter in front of each of us. I was severely confused and I am quite sure Ramsey and Zac were not exactly completely aware of what was happening either. Stewart couldn't wait any longer.


"Let's begin."


He tossed the cover to the floor behind himself and took the heart that was laying on the plate and almost swallowed it whole. I was even more confused than before. I looked at the heart before me and the memory of the half of Dracula's heart still somewhere in the confines of my jacket came rushing back to me. I didn't know what to do.


"Uhh, what is this?"


"War's, Pestilence's and Famine's hearts, respectively."


"Why their hearts?"


"Because we are the next horsemen. You must eat the heart to gain their position."


"I don't know if I like raw heart."


"Just think of it as a nice rare steak, only slightly chewier." 


"That does not make it any better than it was. Can it be slightly roasted or something."


I fiddled with he heart and poked it with the fork, I took out of my jacket. Zac seemed to have an equally hard time with the idea of eating someone else's heart. 


"Is this absolutely necessary."


"Yes. It's required for us to take their throne."


I grumbled and begun cutting up the heart into almost microscopic pieces. I provided everyone with utensils and condiments they required.


"Just eat the damn thing." Stewart mumbled while still trying to chew the heart of death.


"How's the taste of death?"


"Kind of bitter."


"Really? I would have thought it would taste something like almonds."


"Ha, Arsenic jokes never get old."


Stewart went back to chewing his heart and I watched over Ramsey's and Zac's expressions as they tried to eat their's, although it was not exactly fair for Ramsey since his was all shrunken and withered, but Zac had it the worst it seemed. His heart looked absolutely disgusting and I watched as a pustule popped and a maggot crawled out of one of the ventricles. Closely observing Zac's heart quickly made my bloody piece of meat look like a feast in comparison and made the unexpected dinner slightly more tolerable.


After what seemed like hours, Stewart finally finished chewing his dinner, Ramsey was nourished by his, Zac was trying not to puke while finishing the last few pieces of hisand I was attempting to clean my face from the blood  of mine.

Thirty Posts!

So this is my thirtieth post, and I feel like that's pretty exciting, except that I'm still way down on post count... 

-The Knight

A Change, but is it for the Better? Part 78

I went to bed early, trying my best to avoid any conversation. I'd been trying to hide it all for a while, but ultimately I couldn't hide it from myself. The fact was--I was damn uncomfortable. I was in hell... Hell. There was no way I could have seen this coming a few months ago. But here I was, incredibly strong, fast, skilled, and for what? My girlfriend was dead, my family was nowhere to be found, and my friends, well, one of them was living with a vampire, one of them was essentially a demon, and the other, well... He's a Russian. I would have given all my powers up to have things back the way they were.

I walked into my room, slammed the door, and slowly removed my armor. It had been a long time since I'd removed it all, and my body was sore and unbelievably tired, and even my new found immense strength could hardly take it. I was ready to go to sleep. I piled my armor in the corner and called Harx over from where he was asleep in the corner. "Alright," I said. "I'll see you in the morning, boy." He curled up at the bottom of my bed, which was just large enough. I thought of Grief, who truly was amazing at his job. 

My last thought, however, was of Adrienne, her beautiful face, her soft, sweet lips. Sleep hit like a brick. 

At first my dreams were once again of Adrienne. They were good dreams, but ultimately sad, and if I had awoken I would have thought, for a moment, that she was still alive. But these dreams were odd and thick, and though they seemed extremely real, I knew they were not. After Adrienne had gone the whole world seemed to shift and I was back at Alex's old house, back in his living room. The memory of this place hurt because it not only reminded me of Adrienne but of times past, back when Alex and Stewart and Zach and I were all together, friends. Stewart wasn't a damn demon. 

A voice came from ahead, "Hello, Ramsey." It was the shape of my uncle, from the dream I had in this very house.

"Uncle," I said. "I've thought about what you said last time. About how you didn't want to do it either. The difference is, you could do it. Me, I'm too damn weak. Even with all these powers I can't stop Rakasha, and you had such strength..."

"What are you trying to say?" He said. 

"I'm saying I really can't do this anymore. It's not about what I want--it's about me being who I am, and I'm no hero. It's like I said--I'm not strong enough."

"I didn't give you these powers, you know," he said. "I didn't force you to fall in love, and I didn't kill Adrienne." Hearing him say that hurt.

"Well I don't want these damn powers anymore. Please. It's... Do you know what's happening on the Earth? I'm not helping, I'm hurting. I'm about to help usher in the Apocalypse!" 

"I can't undo this, you know. If you go through with this you can't go back."

"I won't want to."

He seemed to consider me for a while, like he wasn't sure what to do. Some part of me knew this was just another version of me in my own mind, and that there was nothing this image could do about my powers, about the real world. There was nothing he could change about me. I knew that when I woke up everything would be exactly the same, but still this helped me. 

"Here, sit down," he said. We sat on the couch. I vaguely remembered my sword blowing up here. "When I was given the sword I was younger than you were--only 14, but I took that responsibility because I didn't have a choice. I'm not going to make you do that same thing--I won't make you take this responsibility, but I want you to really think about it, and ask me three times, right now, to make things like they were."

This would be easy, or, at least, that's what my dream logic told me. "Make things the way they were," I said. "Make things the way they were." I went to say it again, but the world was starting to shift--I was waking up. I was having a hard time saying it, too, a hard time getting it out, but I managed to shout, "Make things the way they were!"

I woke up naked, Harx at my feet. I was slightly disappointing--I had half been expecting to wake up in my own bed, ready to go to school. I was still in Hell. Everything seemed the same. When I rose I felt slow, sluggish, and it made me realize how exhausted I had been. I went to the corner to get my armor, but it was gone. 

"What the? Harx, did you see anything?" I said. He didn't budge, lazy bastard. I grabbed a set of folded clothes from the dresser by the wall and put them on. I left the room. "Has anyone seen my armor?" I said, though there was no one awake, apparently. 

"Sir?" a voice said from behind my right shoulder. I turned with a start to see Grief standing just behind me. 

"Jesus Christ!" I said. 

"Please, sir, refrain from using that name here. It stirs up certain, unrest." 

"Gotcha. Wait, aren't you supposed to be on vacation?" I said. He only raised a finger to his lips, shushing me. "You know, you really are good at your job."

"Thank you, sir." 

"No problem. Anyway, did you move my armor? It's not where I left it."

"No, sir," he said. "And no one entered your room all night."

"That's... Weird. Well I'm going to go out, where's the exit to this place?" He pointed behind me to a newly formed portal. Wow. I walked through and looked around. I seemed to be in some sort of wooded area. I tried to fly up into the air, but nothing happened. I thought back to the dream. No, it couldn't have happened. I walked over to a tree and attempted to lift it from the ground, but again nothing happened. "What?" After all this time, all the changes, I had finally got my wish--I was powerless, but instead of making me feel strong it made me feel so much more weak. I had expected some sort of pride to come with it, but there was nothing. Adrienne was still dead, Stewart still a demon, nothing had changed except that I was weak. There was no one around me when I fell to my knees, yelling toward the heavens. "I take it back!" I yelled. "I take it all back!" But I knew it was useless. 

"You can't go back," a voice said behind me. I didn't turn around. 

"But I was wrong! I... I was so wrong. There's nothing I can do now! I can't defend myself from Rakasha's attacks, I can't... I can't do anything!" 

"This was your choice, Ramsey. I'm sorry."

I didn't turn, but I knew he was gone. My arms were weak and pale, and, even though I hadn't realized it before, I was much shorter. I ripped out a piece of my hair, which had changed back to its usual brown. "No," I said softly. "No." I couldn't believe it. I had never really wanted this--I was dreaming! I didn't think it would be real. What bothered me most was that I couldn't avenge Adrienne's death. It was now, more than ever, that I missed her, that I felt her absence. Now there was nothing to do, no one to hunt down. I could only mourn. 

It was several hours later before Harx arrived. I don't know how he knew to come, but he was the only thing that remained of my previous greatness. He seemed much more impressive, now. In his jewel encrusted saddle I saw my swords. I grabbed them, thinking they would return my power, but they felt heavy and slow in my hands, like I'd never used a sword in my life. Whatever skill I had was gone. 

Together we made our way back to hell, and once there I told Grief what had happened. Everyone else seemed to be gone. 

"I'm very sorry, sir," he said. "I can't give you your powers back, but I can train you to use what you do have--those swords, for instance, and your own hands."

"Really?" I said. This appealed to me--I felt so useless now that I feared any simple task would fell me. "I'd like that."

"Good. We can start now, if you're up for it. After all, I'm supposed to be on vacation, right?" He smiled, which was good to see--I'd not yet seen him smile. I sent Harx back to my room, and Grief and I spent the rest of the day in what would turn out to be the first of many hardcore training sessions. I felt a new sort of strength entering me that day, a strength that was entirely my own, rather than that which had been gifted to me. I was not a superhero, and I had no powers, but I was learning how to use my body as a weapon, and this was good. And somewhere deep within me I knew this was the strength I had been searching for, and I knew this was how I would get revenge for Adrienne, and maybe even if I couldn't bring her back, if she was watching maybe she'd... Maybe she'd be proud of me. 

-The Knight

Epic Workstations and A New Look At Star Wars

During the past month or so I have been following a collection of very interesting sites.

AcidCow and 9Gag.(These are links by the way.)

A few days ago I stumbled upon a pair of extremely interesting and really cool posts, so I decided to share them with you lot. Thus Voila. 

Star Wars and Epic Computer Set-ups(So are these by the way.)

Enjoy

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