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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:44 pm
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:46 pm
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Coyotl
Not forever on earth, only a brief time here!______
Even jades fracture; even gold ruptures,______
even quetzal plumes tear:___________
Not forever on earth: only a brief time here!___
Ohuaya ohuaya!
___________KEEPER
_____Name: Coyotl [KOY-otl or KOY-ote.] (No surname; if one is required, he gives his name twice. Naming conventions among his people were based on geographic origins along a matrilineal line; in Xiuhtototl his "full name" would be something like Tepecoyotl, but this wouldn't serve the same function as a surname in Panymese society.)
For a time after his immigration, he adopted the name Connor, as many Panymians seemed to have difficulty pronouncing "Coyotl"; however, after the spread of the Black Death and the years he spent alone in Auvinus, he went back to using his birth name without apology, bullheadedly correcting those who mispronounced it.
_____Age: 31
_____Date of Birth: September 16, 1380
_____Alliance: The Council of Sciences
_____Origin: Xuihtototl, a town on the northern coast of Uque. Lived in Mishkan for two years as a merchant before the widespread outbreak of the Plague. Following the deaths of his fellow traders, he fled to Auvinus, where he spent several years in hiding near the coast, scavenging and stealing just enough to survive, before his encounter with the Koi. Afterward, he traveled west to Imisus, where he settled down in a port town near the southwestern border.
_____Current region: Imisus
_____Occupation: Letter-carrier/postal worker
_____Personality: Coyotl enjoys drinking, traveling, music, and idle chatter, and would probably be very good company were it not for the abrasiveness of his personality. He is immature and impatient, and tends to start arguments unprovoked, seemingly out of boredom; he alternates between being belligerent and obnoxiously sociable, with very little in the way of emotional sensitivity or tact.
Despite all of this, he has a strong sense of charity and social responsibility, though of course he doesn't think of it in those terms. He has no guiding philosophy of benevolence or belief in the inherent goodness of mankind; rather, he simply feels that life can be unpleasant enough without people intentionally making it worse for each other. (This is slightly hypocritical in light of his tendency to be rude and inconsiderate much of the time. Suffice it to say that he wouldn't think twice about getting into a scuffle on the way out of a pub, but he also wouldn't think twice about giving a handful of coins to a beggar in the street. It's not a conscious effort on his part to be generous and kind; it's simply the way he was raised, and he can't really imagine acting any other way.)
Coyotl's brashness tends to put many people off, but when he finds a kindred spirit, or just someone who can tolerate his company, he grows attached quickly.
Shades of his old paranoia resurface from time to time in the form of claustrophobia and the fear of being trapped or bound in some way; he resorts to pacing when confined, and will lash out, both verbally and physically, at anyone who tries to calm him down when he is in such a state. He raps his fingernails on hard surfaces when he is anxious, stressed, or caught in a lie. He isn't a detail-oriented person, and doesn't like planning ahead, preferring to let things work themselves out on their own. Despite having a poor memory for names, he has an excellent visual memory for faces and landmarks, and his sense of direction is superb.
_____Likes: Spicy food, most animals (especially dogs), open spaces, lively music, warm weather, leisurely travel.
_____Dislikes: Confined or cramped spaces, smart-alecks, traveling by boat, rodents.
_____Skills: Cooking; stamina, for walking long distances; literacy, necessary for his job, though he's terrible at writing; good hand-eye coordination and visual memory; knows how to live frugally and stretch every bit of resources he has.
_____Faults: Though Coyotl is loyal, he's not very reliable. He would never intentionally do wrong by a friend or pleasant acquaintance, but his ability to follow through on weighty responsibilities is lacking.
_____Other: Has a nasty habit of hoarding food past the point of freshness or even edibility. Right-handed.
_____Height: 5'6" (167cm)
_____Weight: 135lbs (61.25kg)
_____Appearance: In his homeland, Coyotl was considered to be of above-average stature for a young adult man; in Panymium, however, he finds himself shorter than most men and even some women, and he's developed a bit of a chip on his shoulder regarding his size. His job keeps him running all over town delivering mail, which in turn keeps his legs strong, but overall, he's not very well-muscled.
Coyotl has high cheekbones, reddish-brown skin, and coarse black hair; despite his smallish build, he tends to stand out in a crowd due to his relatively "exotic" features. His hair is choppy and uneven in length, thanks to his preference for hacking at it himself rather than wasting money on visits to a barber.
_____Scars or other marks: Various nicks and cuts on his arms and legs from hard living outdoors, most notably a large, ugly scar on his left palm resulting from poor knife safety practices. It did not heal well, and he can be seen rubbing it occasionally.
_____UPDATE as of Fall 1411: Coyotl's nose was broken in an unfortunate and wholly avoidable altercation with one Maeve LaChance. It is now noticeably crooked, and is the source of a newly-developed snore.
_____Font: Rust (#B7410E)
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:46 pm
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The Koi
All the earth is a grave____________
and nothing escapes it,____________
nothing is so perfect______________
that it does not descend to its tomb.
___________PLAGUE
_____Name: Lucky
_____Alliance: Panymese
_____Origin: Yirui; imported years ago as an exotic pet.
_____Current region: Imisus
_____Personality: Not much has changed about Lucky besides his physical appearance-- and, of course, what's expected of him by the people he meets. He can recall snatches of things from his "past life", such as his name and a few other tidbits, but fish, for the most part, are not renowned for their great memories. As such, he has trouble learning new things and processing them; just thinking is a time-consuming affair.
His demeanor is very quiet and somber, and he usually will not speak unless spoken to. When he's addressed directly, he takes a long time to respond, as if he's weighing his words with great care every time he speaks. Lucky's use of language is awkward and halting. His vocabulary is on the small side, though it's growing slowly- very, very slowly- and grammatical errors and oddities, while usually not an impediment to understanding, occur with some frequency. Speech is just one of many skills that do not come naturally to him.
Lucky prefers to always be near water; if he is permitted to touch it, so much the better. In dry weather, or when water is not readily available, he experiences this lack as a source of nameless discomfort. In another retained trait from his previous form as a cold-blooded creature, low temperatures make him even more sluggish than usual.
He displays a particular interest in round objects, and will occasionally take them from the places he finds them, though in such cases he will invariably put the item in question down and forget it somewhere after carrying it around with him for a time.
Fish enter periods of "rest" that serve a similar function to sleep, but they do not truly sleep as humans do; thus, Lucky has a bit of a phobia about sleeping, and will always attempt to stave off his own tiredness for as long as he possibly can before succumbing to exhaustion.
_____Likes: Rain, circular or spherical objects, being around or in water, being helpful or useful.
_____Dislikes: Dry places, talking for extended periods, being asked questions he doesn't know the answer to (ie. most of them.)
_____Virtues: Well-meaning, eager-to-please.
_____Faults: Passive and listless, socially awkward, forgetful.
_____Other: Has a peculiar burbling, glubbing voice. Left-handed.
_____Height: 2.5" (~6.5cm)
_____Weight: 1.6oz (~45.4g)
_____Appearance: Tiny, thin and white, with a brilliant red splotch across his eyeless face. Lucky's skin, having retained a fine scaly texture, feels slightly slick to the touch even when it is dry. His face is framed by a pair of finned protrusions, at about the spot where his ears would be if excitos had any, and a dark, smoky orb hangs suspended in the air directly above his head. The robes he wears are reminiscent of certain types of traditional Yiruian dress-- not that he would know, given that he has virtually no memory of his homeland. His hands are covered by long sleeves, which must be pushed up and out of the way if he is to grip anything properly.
Lucky really has no idea how to carry himself, and as such, he has poor posture, with slumped shoulders and a noticeable slouch. He avoids mirrors, as the sight of his own reflection unsettles him.
_____Font: Yale Blue (#0F4D92)
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:47 pm
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Keeper History
Later You will destroy eagles and tigers:___
we live only in Your painting_____
here, on the earth._____
With black ink You will blot out___
all that was friendship,_____
brotherhood, nobility._____
_____Coyotl came to Panymium shortly before the outbreak of the Black Death, on a merchant vessel from the Southwestern continent. The boat, flying a flag that bore the image of a feathered serpent twisting boldly on a field of gold, represented a blooming relationship of trade with Panymium that was reaching its peak. It carried all manner of goods, from foodstuff like beans, corn, and cacao, to shells and beads, and even a small number of animals to be sold as exotic pets or curiosities; juvenile snakes that would grow longer than the height of a man if properly kept, large and noisy birds with equally loud plumage, and even a number of piranhas, kept in clay vessels.
_____Coyotl had been born into a climate of change, only a few short years after the first Panymian contact with his people; it was during this time that overseas trade became a viable industry. He had been a restless and flighty 17-year-old boy with neither the desire to become a farmer or fisherman, nor the patience to learn a skilled craft. As such, he jumped at the chance to accompany one of those early groups of entrepreneurs on their voyage.
_____At first, Coyotl's opinion of Panymium was guarded. This was understandable, as no secondhand account from an experienced traveler could have prepared him for the culture shock of being exposed to so many new stimuli at once. After spending his entire life in a small, homogeneous village near the shore, the sudden immersion in a land of strange buildings, language, and people was overwhelming, and his own dark hair and dark skin contributed to his sense of being out of his element. As the weeks passed, however, he grew increasingly enamored with his new environment, and when the time came for their vessel to set sail for home, Coyotl and two of the other crew members, Nochtli and Chipahua, chose to remain in Panymium, in an effort to establish a business presence in Mishkan for their village and make further trading expeditions more successful.
_____Months passed, and the boat with the golden flag came and went. What was once a disorganized cluster of barrels and crates next to the docks became a proper market stall, catering mostly to upper-class chocolate-lovers and chefs wanting to experiment with the exotic foods and spices that the Southwestern continent had to offer them. It didn't take long for Coyotl to take to Panymian life like a fish to water. He became used to being surrounded by bricks and stone on all sides, rather than dense tropical forest; he cut his hair short and made an adventurous half-attempt (though by no means a concerted effort) to mimic the local male dress; he adopted the name "Connor" in an effort to assimilate; and his knowledge of Panymese, at first limited to only a few basic phrases and a set of numbers for haggling, grew rapidly, until a thick accent and the occasional botched conjugation were the only indicators that he was not a native speaker. He and his two shipmates were able to split the cost of a small second-floor flat on a side street near the docks. They lived well in Mishkan for several years, in the way one would expect for three young men, barely out of boyhood, transplanted from a quiet fishing village to a bustling port city-- that is, they spent much of their free time and personal wages eating, drinking, carousing, and generally having a marvelous time.
_____For years afterward, Coyotl would think back to the day when Nochtli, a sturdily-built and good-humored man one year his elder, was overwhelmed by a cough he couldn't seem to shake, passing out in a dead faint. He would wonder why he hadn't left then, taken to the roads and put so much distance between himself and city that even the eyes of an eagle could not pick out the buildings of the port along the horizon. If they'd left, he and Chipahua could have made it. The answer, of course, was that the three of them were still utterly convinced of the notion that death was something that happened only to certain people-- specifically, to grandmothers, grandfathers, and the tragically unlucky. They were confident that they would become rich as kings off the fat of Panymium, perhaps returning home to be greeted like heroes, or remaining in Mishkan, in what they considered to be the lap of luxury. Nevermind that the streets had become somewhat darker and quieter of late; nevermind that a handful of their friends and regular customers seemed to have gone missing; nevermind the handkerchiefs cupped over mouths and noses, the rumors of disease, the traces of smoke and the faint, sour odor of death that had joined the smells of sea spray, cooking, and rotting garbage in the air. The three of them were planning, as most young men do, to live forever. What did they care?
_____Once the next ship from their village had dropped off its cargo of beans and spice, it left port carrying Nochtli, who insisted that he would return within the year. He was feeling a bit homesick in his ill health, and with any luck, the fresh air would help him to make a swift recovery. He felt that the dark swellings beneath his arms and on the backs of his knees were already subsiding.
_____A full month had not passed before Chipahua began complaining of vicious headaches and a high fever, and his fingernails started to turn black. Late one night, Coyotl overheard a voice he recognized as being the local constable's and another, one unfamiliar to his ears, speaking in hushed tones in the street below the flat's window. He couldn't catch every word, but the ones he did told him all he needed to know: "foreigners". "Infected". "Quarantine". He waited until their footsteps had faded into the distance, then hoisted himself out the window and dropped to the street below, landing with a dull clatter in a pile of refuse. He was out of the city before daybreak, making a beeline for the southeastern border of Mishkan. He did not look back.
_____By the time Coyotl reached Auvinus, he was exhausted, dehydrated, and half-starved. His first concern was finding a source of fresh water, which he did, in the form of a small stream; he followed this stream south for days, scrounging wild roots and berries where he could, until he reached the coastline. Eventually, his irrational fear that he would be followed and captured or killed subsided, but a new terror took its place: the threat of becoming infected with the Plague. If he had contracted it from Chipahua, surely he would be showing symptoms by now, but who was to say it couldn't happen in the future? Luckily, settlements in Auvinus seemed to be few and far between, and his upbringing left him relatively well-prepared for living off the land, but with the illusion of youthful immortality shattered, Coyotl was left with an intense fear of human contact that gripped him like a vice.
_____It didn't take long for his mind to turn toward thoughts of home. If the trading ship comes back, he thought, how will I contact them? I can't return to Mishkan now. Questions such as these plagued him until the realization hit, like ice-cold water dripping from the crown of his head all the way down his spine: The last boat from his village had returned carrying Nochtli. How long would it be before his family took ill? His friends? There would be no more boats from the village, Coyotl knew. Soon, there would likely be no village at all.
_____Weeks dragged into months, and he barely scraped by from one day to the next, traveling east in jumps and starts, making every effort to keep the shoreline within view at all times, sleeping irregularly under bushes, behind rocks, or out in the open when he had no other choice. He fashioned several crude spears out of long sticks, and was able to supplement his diet with fish and the occasional rabbit, but eventually, desperation drove him to seek out remote farms and houses, from which he stole whatever he could carry; bread, vegetables, salted meat, and on one memorable occasion, a live chicken, which almost got him caught. His desire to avoid even the briefest contact with other people was constantly at odds with his social nature. Coyotl did not have much experience living in solitude, and he didn't take to it well at all.
_____But things continued on this way far longer than he had expected to last. For roughly two years Coyotl scraped and scavenged at the very fringe of subsistence, through droughts and rainy seasons, carefully avoiding the few travelers and caravans he saw, assailed once or twice by bandits, who thankfully let him be once they realized he had literally nothing but the filthy, ragged clothes on his back. He knew, vaguely, that he was headed east, but had no real awareness of when exactly he entered Imisus. The climate grew noticeably colder, however, and after several nights of nearly freezing to death out in the elements, he threw caution to the wind and made for the first house he spotted on the horizon. With any luck, he might find it abandoned, or with a gap in the foundation large enough for him to slip underneath.
_____He hadn't expected to find the door to the house literally standing ajar. He called out experimentally several times, and received no answer; after a moment's pause, he pushed the door all the way open, allowing the wan late-afternoon sunlight to stream inside. There was a faint odor coming from inside the house, and it was difficult to tell at first whether the place had been ransacked or not. Coats and belongings had been strewn about haphazardly, but it looked more like the doings of a group of people leaving in a hurry rather than a thief looking for valuables. Emboldened, Coyotl quickly entered the house and began carefully examining cupboards for any scrap of food that might be edible. Most of it was spoiled, but he salvaged five apples, spongy with age but not rotten, half a loaf of incredibly stale bread, and several dozen mushrooms, dried on a length of twine. From the kitchen, he moved on to the other rooms of the house, picking quickly through drawers and closets, impulsively nicking whatever seemed like it might be useful: candles, a small knife, and a simple brown satchel to carry it all in.
_____In one of the rooms, a large glass fishbowl was resting on an endtable.
_____The sight of it was so unexpected that Coyotl stopped, baffled, then realized that the faint, unpleasant odor he'd detected before entering was one he should have recognized straight away-- the smell of dead fish. He tiptoed closer, as if suddenly afraid of being found out, and realized that the bowl must have been sitting out for quite a long time. It was barely half-full of water, and there were several tiny, mostly-disintegrated fish corpses floating at the surface. What truly surprised him, though, was the fact that there was a live fish in the water.
_____It was clearly in poor health, but it was unmistakably alive; it flicked its tail at him lazily as it circled the bottom of the bowl. There was a small, marble-like object floating in the water in front of it. Coyotl stared down at the fish, deep in thought, seemingly considering something, then abruptly turned and backtracked through the rooms, as if looking for something specific. When he'd found what he was looking for- a large earthenware pot suitable for carrying water to and from a well or river- he left the house, shutting the door behind him.
_____He returned half an hour later, lugging the pot, which was now full of river-water, into the room where the koi waited. Without hesitation he reached into the bowl and scooped up the fish with both hands- the sphere it seemed so enamored with was caught in the same motion- dropping it into the ceramic jar.
_____The next day, having spent the previous night sleeping in a bed for the first time in years, Coyotl left the house, leaving the door open just as he had found it. At his side was the satchel containing several shriveled apples, a rock-hard piece of bread, a knife, and a number of pieces of fine silverware; on his back, crammed into a rucksack that was barely large enough to hold it, was the earthenware vessel, and inside it was the koi.
_____Coyotl was generally not the superstitious sort, but he certainly knew an omen when he saw one. This fish, he was certain, symbolized his own survival, even in a world choked with disease. How could it be anything other than destiny that had led him to find it?
_____Within three days' time, he had reached the outskirts of what looked to be a bustling port town; it reminded him of Mishkan. At first, he felt anxious among so many people, on the verge of panic, but then he remembered the fish he carried at his back, and felt calm.
_____He pawned the silverware he'd taken, bought a new set of clothes and found a cheap room for let that was scarcely more than a shabby closet with a window. For months, he worked odd jobs, mainly running errands for merchants across town; eventually, his ability to remember directions and keen eye for shortcuts earned him a position with the local postal service. Years passed, and slowly, he began to resemble the person he had been when he first arrived in Panymium, if a bit older and somewhat scruffier-looking.
_____The koi quickly became less like a symbol and more like a pet to Coyotl; he felt he had an obligation to care for it, though it never did seem to be in particularly good health. When he had saved enough money, he bought a modest bowl to keep it in. It wasn't ideal, but it was certainly better than a jug.
_____Strength in a nation crippled by plague. Vitality even when surrounded by death. This was his chance to start fresh, to come up from nothing, to create a life for himself.
_____And really, it was the only chance he could hope for.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:49 pm
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Plague History
In vain I was born. Ayahue!____________
In vain I left the house of God_________
and came to earth.____________
I am so wretched! Ohuaya, Ohuaya!_______
_____A gift that became a curse.
_____Bought by a wealthy young Panymian man as an engagement gift for his fiancée, the smallish white koi with a red spot on his forehead- named "Lucky" in a fit of magnificent unoriginality- was brought from the ports of Imisus to a large, sumptuous estate nestled among rolling green fields and elegant stands of trees, where he was added to the stock of an ornamental pond in the rear garden of the house. He soon became the bride-to-be's favorite fish, and she often joked that little Lucky's face would light up when he saw her. 'Do you see? His face is practically glowing! How precious!'
_____Lucky's glow of good fortune did not extend to the garden around him, however. It seemed to the gardeners that ever since the new fish had been added, the others had started behaving strangely, gulping at the surface of the pond even when no food was there, bumping sluggishly into rocks and even throwing themselves up onto the grass, where they flopped weakly until dying or being tossed back into the water, if someone happened to be passing by. Soon, this odd behavior was eclipsed by the sudden, unexplainable death of the fiancée's favorite rosebush-- then the lilacs-- then the hyacinths. It was as if a blight was sweeping across the garden, but there were no insects visible on the leaves, no spotting or uneven discoloration; the plants were simply turning a uniform brown, drying up, and dying off.
_____Eventually it was decided that the soil of the garden must have gone off, that perhaps all the nutrients had been leached out by some unknown culprit, and that the only way to address the problem was to discard the dead foliage, till the earth, and leave it to fallow for at least one season. Though the family was wealthy, replacing an entire garden would be an expensive endeavor- one which would be more affordable if the pond were not re-constructed- and with much sighing and weeping, the fiancée agreed to sell the remaining koi to a rare fish dealer in Gadu. Despite her sadness, she found herself strangely relieved to see Lucky go; his "glow" seemed to look more and more like a cloud of soot surrounding his face of late, and his bright white scales had become flecked with black. The sight of him had begun to make her uncomfortable.
_____Once in Gadu, the fish were separated into large, well-made porcelain tanks according to their variety; Lucky, now nameless and unremarkable, was placed with the tancho koi, who had splotches of red on their foreheads similar to his own. The rest of the dealer's acquisitions were in perfect health, showing no signs of the odd behavior they'd displayed in the pond. Only one, the shrimpy white tancho with black markings, appeared somewhat listless. Of greater concern to the dealer was the fact that his customers had begun complaining about the condition of one of the tanks. They told him they'd seen a blob of what looked like black algae floating among the tancho, and though he attempted to remove it, it always seemed to evade his net. What he and the customers failed to recognize was that the "algae" was floating exclusively in front of one fish's face.
_____The fish dealer was understandably upset when he opened shop one day to find that at least half of the fish in each of his tanks had gone belly-up overnight, and the rest were showing obvious signs of illness. The previous evening, they had been fine; now his stock was practically destroyed. In blind desperation, assuming that most of his remaining fish were also not long for this world, he lowered his prices drastically in an attempt to unload them as quickly as possible. Most knowledgeable clients, recognizing that the fish were clearly sick, were not taken in by this scheme. His only customer that day was a young girl, clearly upper-class and not more than thirteen years old, who kept a glass vessel of common guppies as pets. When she saw the impressive size of the koi, she was immediately enamored with them, and after running to a nearby pottery shop for a bowl, spent all of her remaining pocket money on a fish with jet-black scales and a blazing red spot on its forehead, dazzled by its dramatic appearance and unfazed by its sluggish movements. She would never have guessed that when the dealer first came into possession of it, that fish had been white with black spots.
_____Despite being in a bowl far too small for a fish of its size, the koi's health didn't seem to deteriorate-- at least, not any further than it already had. The girl was no expert on fish, and had no idea that its lack of energy was a sign of a poor constitution. Instead, she was fascinated by the "ball" that the fish was constantly attempting to balance on its nose, chasing it in slow circles day in and day out. It was not so much a solid mass as it was a blob of goo that would allow her finger to pass straight through it whenever she tried to touch it.
_____Perhaps the girl and her family were simply another step in the koi's run of bad luck; perhaps the Plague would have claimed them regardless. At any rate, the house's inhabitants quickly had much more than fish to concern themselves with, as coughing and weakness swept over the entire household like a wave. Their estate was remote, a charming place not unlike the one that the koi had first come to, though a bit smaller and more modest, and situated very close to the Auvinus-Imisus border; it was never quarantined, simply abandoned. The family, knowing that their fate was certain, nevertheless made one last desperate attempt to reach a doctor, leaving their belongings unguarded. It should surprise no one that they did not return.
_____"Lucky" slowly orbited the tank, following the dark shape that glistened softly in front of his face. As the human inhabitants of the house sickened and fled, and the guppies around him slowly weakened and died without the daily feedings they were accustomed to, the inky color began to drain out of his scales, like a water-filled sink with the plug pulled out of it, leaving only his single red spot to mark the white surface of his skin. In turn, the mass in front of him solidified, until it resembled a clouded, darkly iridescent marble, an orb of black smoke. He didn't hunger or suffer from the rapidly deteriorating quality of the water he swam in. He simply existed, patient and luckless, perhaps waiting for one last chance to prove his worth.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:52 pm
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:56 pm
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 12:00 am
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