Apparently Brittany's neighbors consist of Dog-Boy, Errand Boy,
and Easy Going Lad. Who's actually next door, who's across the hall, and
so on, I'm not sure yet, but I expect they'll all be regretting their
residental decisions eventually...
Apologies for the double subplots - they'll be dealt with in the
next few issues. So, if you were wondering, the psycho in the third scene
is a new subplot to be cleared up next issue, and has nothing to do with
any of the other psychos you've previously seen in this series. =)
Thanks to:
Specter
Ian Porell
The Stirge
Jamas Enright
Rene Garcia Villareal
Pam VanMuijin
for the reviews
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" Flight of the Kiwi, Part III of III"
A psuedo-Acraphobe title
" She's got to be here somewhere. Dammit, UN's going to kill me,"
muttered Fuzzy as she guided the flight.thingee over the kiwi covered
city of Data.Moines, searching for Weirdness Girl aka Brittany, who had
been abducted by a raging band of the little green birds. Savannah sat
beside her, eyes open and clear, staring at the radar screen. Damn
newbies, no idea what they're getting into, or how to get out of it once
they're there.
" Left," whispered Savannah suddenly," towards the park over
there." Fuzzy glanced at her caustically then shrugged and turned the
flight.thingee. The newbie's guess was as good as any. She brought the
machine closer to the ground, until they could make out individual birds
in the mass of green. The thingee swept silently overhead, engines on
low, thrumming faintly and drowned out by the noise below.
" There. That house, with the two chimnees," said Savannah, and
Fuzzy snorted.
" Oh right. Of course. Who are you, Sherlock Holmes' niece or
something?" she laughed. Savannah slowly dragged her gaze across the
control board and onto Fuzzy herself. Fuzzy winced as Savannah looked
right through her unclearness, directly at her, eyes boring into hers
like diamond tipped drill. It was unsettling, to say the least.
" In a way," Savannah said quietly. Fuzzy brought the
flight.thingee down directly in front of the house, Savannah's gaze still
locked on her, kiwis scattering outwards from underneath the landing gear
as it touched down. She shifted uncomfortably for a second, then glanced
over to see if the newbie was still watching her. She was. The engines
slowly settled down, leaving the flight.thingee cloaked in silence but
for the low creak of metal wings and the faint and muffled sound of
thousands of kiwis just outside. And still Savannah watched.
After a full minute Fuzzy managed to turn and glare at her, then
stand and head towards the back of the flight.thingee. Savannah's gaze
followed her, boring relentlessly into her back. Fuzzy finally turned
back, shaking the back of the seat Savannah was in.
" Stop it! God, that's unsettling! Are you going to help save
your friend, or just stare at me like some kind of idiot?" she yelled.
Savannah closed her eyes, cutting off the stare, and rose to her feet
embarassedly.
" Sorry," she muttered," I kinda have trouble with that." Fuzzy
watched her for a second of two, with her eyes closed, feet kicking at
the flight.thingee floor, then sighed.
" It's okay. C'mon, let's go get your friend."
-=ð=- -=ð=-
The room was silent but for the faintest rustle of grass skirts
and a trenchcoat. Wisps of dissapating smoke drifted quietly through the
open door. Brittany stood over the prone form of a single native, two
plush fish stuffed with rocks held firmly in her hands. Tad was in the
middle of the room, dumbstruck, trying to make sense of the situation.
Jynx stood tensed, ready to attack at the first sign of native
aggression. The late afternoon sun backlit the Kiwi Messiah, sending his
shadow stretching along the carpeting.
" Awwwww, aren't we a cute little fuzzums?" cooed Brittany at it
from across the room. The kiwi glared at her. She smiled back. Tad tried
to come up with something heroic to say, but before he could speak, Jynx
stepped forwards angrily.
" Are you the one in charge of all this?" she asked, eyes
flashing angrily. The natives sneered at her. Jynx sneered back.
" You-you'll never get away from this! I'll keep you from doing
it!" said Tad, trying to pose heroically. He looked kinda silly. Jynx
abstained from sneering for a moment to glance at him.
" A bit late kid. We'll have to work on that," she said, just
before a native came at her with a spear. She managed to swing back and
dodge out of the way, leaving the spearpoint to lodge deep into the
floorboards. She punched the native in the solar plexis and watched him
fall to the floor, gasping. She followed the man to the ground with her
boot, stomping on his back and kicking him in the head. Then she turned
back to the Kiwi Messiah.
" You still haven't answered my question, bird. Are you the one
causing all this?" asked Jynx. The Kiwi Messiah drew himself up
dramatically...
" Ki-wi!"
" Translator!" yelled Brittany," We need a translator here!" She
trotted towards the throne, casually nudging the body of the gasping
native out of the way and stopping a few feet away.
" Ki-wi!" said the Messiah. Brittany cocked her head to the side
and spoke.
" Parlez-vouz francais? Je m'appelle Brittany. Et tu a? Bonjour?
J'aime petit ouseau vert. Uhm, Hola! Como esta? Donde esta el bano? Do
svidanya? Chow?"
The Kiwi Messiah looked puzzled.
" Ki-wi?"
" Uh, La voiture et noire? Mes cartes est tres nifty? Oh heck
with it. Vive le Binky!" Brit hurled herself at the first available
native, grabbed the poor guy and swung him into one of the throne
bearers, sending the throne into a precarious tilt.
" Oh well. That idea's thrown to hell. Die!" Jynx swung into
action, plowing through natives towards the Kiwi Messiah, who was
ordering his remaining followers into defensive positions angrily. More
natives poured in from behind him, surrounding Brittany and Jynx.
Tad stood back, watching fearfully. The voices in his head were
getting worse and worse, an unending cacophony of noise echoing back and
forth into the walls of his skull. He winced, watching Jynx take down
another native with a punch to the gut. He should be helping, he really
should. But he would be useless in a fight. Tad backed up angrily as a
native tumbled towards him, frantically rolling away from Brittany.
If only he could help....
Suddenly the ocean of voices in his head rose into a wave of pure
sound, solidfying into an incredible sense of I'm Coming, then crashed
downwards into a torrent of chaotic noise. Something inside his mind
broke free, and adrenaline began to pump wildly through his veins.
Tad screamed a war cry and threw himself at the nearest native,
hitting him repeatedly until the man dropped. He went for the next one,
and took him down too, only to be grabbed from behind, lifted high into
the air and thrown into a wall. The last thing he saw before blacking out
was a very detailed view of some lilac wallpaper.
Brittany and Jynx fought on, but more natives poured in through
the door every second. Eventually Jynx was overwhelmed by their numbers,
as native after native resorted to simply piling on her like a football
tackler to keep her from causing anymore damage. Brittany kept up the
methodical clunk-thok of her stone-filled plush fish, but she was tiring.
" Oh _great_," said a blurred voice from directly behind the Kiwi
Messiah's throne," First, our reconnaissance mission discovers lots of
birds, and _then_ we get attacked by a whole bunch of minions with spears
and grass skirts. Just _wonderful_." Then another thronebearer went down,
and the throne, already unbalanced as it was, went over. Brittany looked
over and waved, grinning.
" Hey Fuzzy! Hi! Lookit what we fou-urk!" Brittany fell to the
ground unconscious, clubbed from behind by yet another native. Fuzzy
muttered something unclear and began cutting a path towards the fallen
LNHer, as native after native had a chance to think "What is that blurry
patch? It looks pretty big, maybe I shou-" before getting the wind
knocked out of them by a well-placed punch. She was halfway there when
they all heard it.
At first it was the faintest of noises, a distant calling sound.
But it grew louder and louder by the second, until a wall of sound
reverbrated through the house's foundations. The ground shook. Windows
shattered. In places, the roof began to fall in. The Kiwi Messiah turned,
horror etching it's features, then began to frantically order it's
tribesmen to pick up the throne, to flee. They did as they were told, and
the throne rose again into the air and rushed out the back door, pausing
only briefly to pick up a prisoner of war before leaving.
Seconds after they were gone, the noise level peaked, and the
front of the house fell in as a huge mass of kiwis slammed into it,
rushing into the house in a tide of feathered green. They poured over
everything, countless birds swarming over the furniture, the walls, and
each other as they hurtled into the room. Fuzzy stood in front of
Brittany and beat the little birds away to keep the two of them from
getting trampled. Jynx looked up blurrily then turned over an endtable
and threw herself behind it an instant later, using it as barrier. The
noise and rush of movement continued for what seemed like an eternity,
until the feathered tide reached it's saturation point and began to wash
back out again.
They were left with a layer of kiwis over every available
surface, continuing outwards into the hall and the rest of the house, and
beyond, covering the entire block. And more of the green birds arriving
every minute.
" Dammit! He got away!" Jynx stood up and kicked a hole in the
endtable, kiwis scattering away from her foot. Fuzzy stood silently for a
moment, then sighed audibly.
" Well," she said," I suppose we should go stop him." Jynx nodded
firmly, and Brittany groaned and lifted her head blurrily.
" I been hit again, ha'nt I?" she slurred, and rubbed the back of
her skull.
" Yes you have," replied Fuzzy," And you deserved it, too. Don't
you ever run off like that again! It's only because of Savannah that we
found you so quickly."
" Cuz's here?" Brittany sat up and looked around. Fuzzy glanced
up at the doorway, where she'd told Savannah to stay while she went in
after Brit. Then she cursed. Savannah was gone, the doorway empty.
Brittany stood up shakily, and grabbed her two stuffed fish.
" That kiwi took her didn't he, the one with the throne? I'll
rip its head off! Where'd he go?" yelled Jynx. Fuzzy took a long look at
Brit, who still looked a bit woozy, then decided on a plan of action.
" You in the combat boots, you and I will follow him. He's
probably still close by. Brittany, you stay here and recover, and we'll
be back soon." Fuzzy waited a minute until Brit nodded woozily, then she
and Jynx ran out, after the Kiwi Messiah.
A few minutes later Brit blinked and looked around. She took in
the kiwis all over everything, and the new, rather entropic state of the
house, then leaned down and patted one of the birds on the head. Then she
headed out.
-=ð=- -=ð=-
Somewhere in another plotline entirely was a dark laboratory,
burbling with strange chemicals, pale lighting gleaming of the glass
beakers and tubes. Stray bits of paper with equations scribbled all over
them coated the tables, occasionally fluttering to the floor to join the
fast-food wrappers and napkins that dwelt there. In the midst of it all
muttered a lab-coated figure, adjusting dials, chemical mixes, and
pulling bubbling pots of goo off the Bunsen burners. Suddenly lightining
flashed overhead, throwing dark shadows haphazardly across the walls.
Thunder followed a second later, loud and rolling, rumbling through the
depths of the building. The figure threw it's head back, arms reaching
skywards with fingers curled clawlike into the air. It screamed
maniacally at the world in general.
" Soon! Soon I will rule over all! Net.ropolis will fall under
my sway! It's all just a small part of my plan to TAKE OVER THE
UNIVERSE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHaHaHaHaHahahahahahaha!!!"
-=ð=- -=ð=-
Brittany crept silently from the house and across the yard,
orange trenchcoat contrasting loudly against the green ocean covering
everything, including her destination, the flight.thingee. She stopped
and watched the kiwis swarming over it for a minute, then shrugged and
went inside.
The only interior light was provided by the flight.thingee's
clear windshield when it wasn't covered by a patch of swarming green
birds. Brittany trotted quickly over to the the pilot's seat, then took
a good long look at the control panel. Now _there's_ a lot of buttons.
Then something rustled behind her. Brittany spun around, stuffed fish at
the ready, glaring. Then her jaw dropped.
Stretching back into the dark passenger area of the
flight.thingee were hundreds and hundreds of glittering eyes. Brittany
grinned weakly as the kiwis shifted again, and waved. Then she thought
fast.
" Um, hi there. All of you. Uh, I'm going to be flying this soon,
and I need to find my cousin. So if you'd all, well, _go_, I'd really
appreciate it..."
The kiwis glared, and a sinister silence descended upon the ship.
Brittany kept grinning.
" The thing is, I'm not really sure how to fly it. I mean, after
I get some practice in I'm sure we'd all be fine. But before I get the
hang of it, seatbelts would probably be a good idea. Are there enough
seatbelts for all of you?" she asked. The kiwis looked uncertain. A few
began edging towards the door.
" Because if you don't have a seatbelt, and we slam into the
ground and become a tangled wreck of twisted metal and blood and flesh
all seared into one piece and coated with burning oil and gasoline, I
know I'd feel safer if I had a seatbelt on. Wouldn't you?" A few of the
kiwis snuck quietly outside, and the mass of them shifted uncomfortably.
" Or if we run into a mountain or something, and a hole gets torn
in the side of this thing and the air is getting sucked out into the
atmosphere, it'd be nice to have a seatbelt. I mean, if you get up high
enough with a hole in your ship, all your loose articles would get sucked
out and torn into bloody pulps and explode and stuff. I bet if you didn't
have a seatbelt on, you'd probably count as a loose article, no insult
intended or anything. But until I get the hang of this, you really don't
want to be a loose article, do you?" There was a mass outpouring of kiwis
from the flight.thingee, and Brittany sighed in relief and waited for
them to all empty out.
Unfortunately they didn't. Ten kiwis remained, one for each
seatbelt. Brittany closed her eyes.
" Here, let's deal. If you all leave now, so I can go fly this
without worrying about you coming up and trying to kill me, since we're
not sure who's side you're on (even though I think you're the cutest
little fuzzums I've seen in a long time) then I'll rent one of those
nature videos about kiwi mating season and let you all watch it. Okay?"
The ten kiwis drooled, then left. Brit leaned out of the flight.thingee.
"Ummmm, no under age viewing or anything like that. Only adult kiwis
allowed!" Then she closed the ramp, locked all the doors and fell into
the pilot's seat with a relived thump.
" Ki-wi!" said a small green-brown kiwi from the co-pilot's seat.
" Ack!" Brit glared at it. The kiwi looked innocently back at
her. " All right, all right, I give up. You can come. Here, put your
seatbelt on."
-=ð=- -=ð=-
In yet another plotline entirely, it was raining in Net.ropolis.
An air-choking downpour that was almost sleet thundering down on the
city, drenching everything in sight. Winds howled eerily through the
streets, sending gusts of water under awnings and into doorways, soaking
those who tried to take cover there. No cars tried to brave the slick
roadways, and what few pedestrians there were were taking cover in nearby
fast-food joints and coffee shops. The rain kept coming down, gutters
overflowing, water pouring out into the streets. Rats boiled out of the
sewer systems, fleeing the swiftly rising water. Then suddenly four forms
flashed across the main avenue, running flat out towards a nearby
alleyway. Following close behind, hot on their heels, came someone who
would have looked like an average citizen, had she not been firing wildly
at the four teenagers with a handgun.
The four made it safely into the alley, a bullet ricocheting off
the wall nearby and shattering a window. They ran on, fear covering each
of their faces, breath coming fast as they forced tired legs and
screaming lungs to keep on working. The cloud cover blocked out the sun,
the rain dimmed the streetlights to faint blurs, leaving the spiderweb
network of alleyways they ran through almost pitch black.
" By luring us in here where we can't see anything, they'll be
able to pick us off at their leisure!" yelled one, the wind plastering
his hair to his head as he skidded around another corner. The smallest
girl sobbed loudly and kept running, almost stumbling into a trashcan
before making it around the turn.
Behind them the `citizen' cursed and kept running after them,
high heels making traction all but impossible in the slick pavement
covered alleys. She made the turn just behind the last of the four and
stopped, raising the gun and aiming it at the littlest's head.
The fist slammed into the side of her skull just as she fired,
sending the shot wildly off into the darkness. She turned to her
trenchcoated attacker, ready to fire again, at least until another fist
hit her in the gut. The woman went down, groaning, still trying to aim
the gun upwards. Too bad she was out of bullets. Her attacker aimed his
own gun at her head and fired one last shot.
Then the man in the black trenchcoat knelt down and took her hand
in his, holding it until the last of the life had left her eyes. Then he
stood and looked at the body for a moment, the rain slowly washing the
blood away, thinning it into a faint pink blur swept along into the
gutters. He picked up her gun, dropping it into a pocket alongside his
own. Then the man in the black trenchcoat sighed and turned, moving down
the alleyway at a run after the four teenagers who had just passed this
way.
He caught up with them a few moments later, two of them helping
the youngest to her feet, one of her ankles twisted oddly to the side. At
his approach the oldest girl turned, shouted something to others, then
raised her arms and began to mutter menacingly. A pale red light came
into being around her hands, glowing and pulsing with the gusts of wind.
" WAIT!" he said, and sent one of the guns skidding across the
pavement to nudge gently at her feet. The girl stopped in surprise. "Your
attacker is no more. You are safe, for now," he continued,"but not for
long. There are more like her out there in the night, hunting for more
like you. And when they find them, your kind will die in droves. I have
an offer of safety, and a deal for you. If you would like to hear about
it..."
The girl-cum-sorceress stepped forwards warily. "Our kind? And
what's this deal of yours?" she asked. Somehow they could tell the man in
a black trenchcoat smiled.
" Why," he said," the strange, the weird. Superheroes. Villains.
And those who are about to become one of the above. My deal takes a bit
longer to explain though, so if you don't mind following me for a moment
or two, I know of a place where we can talk..."
-=ð=- -=ð=-
" The bird is mine. I'm gonna throttle that little green excuse
for an avian," whispered Jynx, glaring down at the screaming groups of
natives and their Messiah.
" Hold it a sec and let me think," hissed Fuzzy from where she
crouched behind a piece of railing. They'd found the Kiwi Messiah and his
flunkies in, of all places, a large bowling alley just a mile or two
away. Part of the building was in shambles, collapsed by the rampaging
flocks of kiwis when they passed through.
But what really caught their attention was happening in the
center of the big empty room. The natives had built a bonfire in one of
the lanes, and stood around it silently, watching their leader. The Kiwi
Messiah sat in his throne, the firelight flickering dully off his
feathers, eyes glittering as he watched the dancing flames. Off to the
side, Savannah was tied to a stray wooden beam that had fallen from the
ceiling. She was unconscious, head slumping forwards limply. Two native
guards stood to either side of her, watching the shadows alertly.
" Okay, I've got it,' whispered Fuzzy. " You want a chance at the
bird, right?" Jynx nodded enthusiastically. "And I want to get Savannah
out of here. I'm going to trust you to play distraction long enough for
me to get her away from here - can you handle that?"
" Yeah. What do you think I am, some kind of newbie?"
" Yes," answered Fuzzy, but before Jynx could reply she was gone,
slipping off into the shadows, and down the stairs to the lower level,
darkness blurring around her in a great mass. Jynx should be able to
handle the kiwi and his minions until she could get Savannah out, then
come back and reinforce the kid until they could all leave. Admit it,
thought Fuzzy to herself, you love this don't you? The whole superhero
schtick. God, it's been so long since I've gotten to do stuff like
this...
Meanwhile, back behind Fuzzy, Jynx crouched and watched the
natives, muscles tensing for action. Probably a good idea to take out the
Messiah first, then just beat up on random people until that LNHer chick
got freed. Hmph, oh well, the best way is always the obvious way. Jynx
threw herself into a run, pounding towards the railing it and leaping
over it, landing with the loud thump of combat boots in the lower area of
the room. She was already up and running towards the bonfire, a scream
on her lips, as the first of the natives began to turn towards her and
take up battle stances. A faint and distant whine thrummed through the
air, but she ignored it.
She slammed into the first set, a whirl of punches and kicks, and
burst through them heading straight for the Kiwi Messiah, who stood on
the thrones, eyes wide and feathers fluffed out to their full extent. She
dodged a spearpoint, then grunted as someone slammed a piece of wood into
her shoulder. Maybe the obvious way isn't the best way after all, she
thought to herself as the entire circle of natives rushed towards her
from all sides. Oh well, at least Tad's not here. Poor kid'd get get his
butt kicked, and then I'd have to worry about protecting him, too.
She went into another flurry of action, and more natives went
down. She grinned to herself, whirling and kicking somebody in the chin,
feeling bone crack through the sole of her boot. Just a little more, and
the way to the Messiah would be clear... Then a spear sunk into her left
leg and got ripped out again, tearing through muscle and skin. She
clenched her teeth in pain, dropping and rolling, trying to get out of
the center of people and to someplace where she could get a wall behind
her. But she'd gotten her directions crossed sometime during the fight,
and almost rolled into the bonfire before stopping. Jynx leaped to her
feet, and almost fell again as her leg tried to give way beneath her.
With effort she stayed up, then looked around and wished she hadn't.
They'd surrounded her. Over two dozen guys with spears and big
grins on their faces. And the fire at her back. Jynx cursed inwardly, and
wished she had a weapon or kevlar armor or something. A high caliber gun
would have been nice, or an Uzi. She made a mental note to take care of
that sometime... A thought flashed across her mind. Her powers. She could
use them. But, oh god, they were so bloody stupid...
" Ki-wi!" said the Messiah from his throne, and one of the
tribesmen grinned wider and lifted his spear. On the other hand it's
either stupid or dead, she thought to herself, and began to gather
herself inwardly. Bracing for the impact. She winced, hating what would
happen next.
Luckily for Jynx, the distant whine suddenly peaked, and an
ear-shattering crash echoed through the neighborhood. Fuzzy glanced up
from where she stood untying Savannah's bonds, the bodies of two
unconscious natives at her feet. That whine sounded awfully familiar...
It was then they saw it. An LNH flight.thingee skewed across the
sky, bits of roofing still clinging to it's nose. It dipped lower, and
went from skimming just over the roof tops to skimming _into_ the
rooftops. The machine's armor took most of the beating, only denting
slightly when it hit a double chimney configuration in one the higher
class houses. Lights blinked on an off, and the wings were waggling
frantically. Suddenly the outer speaker systems roared to life, thrown to
full volume.
" BRAKES. I NEED BRAKES!!! BUTTON, BUTTON, WHO'S GOT THE - HEY!
I'M ON SPEAKERPHONE!!"
" KI-WIIIIII!!!"
" UUUMMMMM, WHERE'S THE VOL - ahhh, found it," said the driver as
the thingee continued to drop dramatically towards the ground. "Anybody
know where the brakes are? Please? Hmm, no takers, huh? Oh well, at least
we have our seatbelts," declared the flight.thingee as it hit the ground.
It tore a huge rut into the earth, it's impact sending dirt and bits of
cement up into the air to shower down on the current occupants of the
bowling alley. The machine came to a stop a few feet away from the
collapsed end of the building, and it's ramp opened up and unfolded.
Brittany stuck her head outside, and grinned nervously upon noticing all
the angry natives.
" Um, hi!" she said. "Never mind about the brakes, it's, uh,
too late now. Heh. Oh! Hey Jynx! Fuzzy! Hi!" She waved and hopped off
the ramp. Something behind her klunked, and a smallish green-brown kiwi
wearing a crash helmet stumbled out after her. Brittany patted it on the
head. The Kiwi Messiah screamed something in kiwi, and a few spears arced
towards Brit. Most of them fell far short, but one thunked into the
ground only a few feet away from her. Brittany raised an eyebrow.
" Okay... um, well, I brought reinforcement! This," she said,
motioning to the crash-helmeted kiwi,"is Phil. Go get'em Phil!" The
kiwi trotted obligingly down the ramp, but on the way the weight of the
crash helmet proved too much, and the little bird went into a clunking
roll, coming to rest with it's feet up in the air at the base of the
ramp. Brittany grinned at the natives hopefully as they moved towards
her.
" You can all run in utter terror now if you like," she said,
then sighed when her opponents showed no sign of doing so.
Jynx growled and started half-limping over to help. But blood
loss made her weak, and seconds too slow when she heard movement behind
her. Then the spear-butt slammed into the back of her head and everything
went black. Brittany fought on, but eventually she, too, fell.
A few minutes later the bodies of three net.heroes were laid
before the Kiwi Messiah. Jynx still had a faint snarl on her face, her
unconscious mind probably screaming at the rest of her body to get with
the program and wake the hell up. Brittany had managed to get her
trenchcoat tangled up in a piece of wreckage before getting knocked
unconscious, and had to be cut loose before they could move her. Savannah
was just unconscious. The Kiwi Messiah stood over them triumphantly. All
he needed now was the boy, and these fools were just the things to lure
him in...
And, off in the shadows, something blurry and not quite clear
watched, cursed at itself quietly, and began to plan a rescue...
_________________________________________________________________________
Binky, Out-of-It Lass, and Weirdness Girl, copyright Jennifer Whitson,
1995. Fuzzy is Public Domain. Kid Kiwi and Jynx are Ian Porell's. Phil is
probably Ian's, although Brit might want to borrow him every once in a
while because he's "a cute widdle fuzzums".
NEXT ISSUE:
First, go over to Kiwi #4 for the conclusion to this weird little
crossover. Then come back here for, well, whatever happens next.
Just so you know, whatever happens next is probably going to turn
out pretty silly. Or wildly strange. Pick one.
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.sig is living in jungle with pack of wolves and refuses to come back.
