The Factory

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So, me and a few others have been trapped here for awhile.. I don't know why we are here but we are. I just found this creepy door and opened it and.. oh god the t̴͇̫̟͑̅͐̇͌͠ͅe̶̮̗̮̰̩̺͓̒̓̊̈́̓̎͗̄e̸̡̛͖̮̙͚̗̮̭͉͍̙̲̾̆̓̀̆̑t̴̛̥̱̟̟̟̗̦̲̀̇̄̀͗̉͋́ḩ̴͎͉͌͆̒̐͌̊́ͅ. But we are getting off-topic fast, I need to explain what this place is so I can get help. Most of my friends just call it the Foundry, so I am going to call it that as well. 
I am still writing this, so uhh if I add anything then I add anything. If anyone else edits crap then all of that info is false unless I confirm it with some special ID code they gave me. 
The upper region of the Foundry space may be a sky, or it could be a ceiling. If it is a sky, it has no stars or any other identifiable celestial body. If it is a ceiling, it is too far away to be visible. So, when one looks up while visiting, one sees only blackness. It might be interesting to send a camera balloon to see how high up it really goes, but I suppose there are better uses for our very limited resources.
The lower region is what appears to be a sea of some glowing molten substance. As luck would have it a group of scientists managed to fall into one of those ṃ̵̢̞̲̝͛o̵̭͑́̾̃ử̴͔͊̔̽t̸̢̛͔̝͉̫́̌͊ḧ̷͍́̎̏̓ ̴̛̻͒d̷̨̛͔̲̱̀͗̀̾o̶͖̻̪͈̣̐̈́̋̉͋o̵̬͔̥̓̋̍͝r̵̖̜͂́̈́̑̅s̴͍̻̀̀͑. Their assessment after being taken for a visit is that the substance is not magma, as some had guessed, but rather a more pure liquid. Their bet was on liquid tungsten, but admitted that it could be any metal with a similar melting point and density. This ocean of liquid metal extends in all directions and is relatively static. There are occasional bubbles, which cause slight ripples in the surface, but it is otherwise still. Researchers aren’t sure how it remains in its liquid state - but it must be constantly heated by some enormous source of energy below the surface, but what that could be, or how far down the fluid goes, are mysteries for now.
Y̶̛͕̣̮̠̰̐̕o̶̡̖̼͊ư̶͕͕̌͐̉ ̵͕͖̱̇̍d̶̫̻̐̊̿ő̸̗̙̜̳͈̉̓̍̌n̸̘̦̣̱͐'̶̫̘̃̇t̷̢͛̓͒ ̷̗͇͛̇͆̉ų̸̧̜̬͌͒͝n̵̛̩͕̙͌͆̅̂ď̴̥̣͙̲̈́ë̷̺̼̻̜ṙ̵͈̭̳̞̓ͅs̴̛̟̭͚̼̑t̵̢̙͕͈͈̃̕a̵͍̯͓̜̒̋ń̶̙̦̺̬̫̀͗͝͝d̶̛̺̈́ ̶̟͌̏t̴̨͕̺̏h̴͈̗̼͌̃͒e̵͖̳͙̐̀͝ ̶̨̖̣̼͗̏̃m̷̨̘̹͔͛̐̇ǎ̸̯̃́͝c̵̮͖̳̲̭̃ḧ̴̗͓̫̥̈͗̉̈́ḯ̶̡͋͆͊̓n̴̨̩̈́ę̸̔͛͘s̴̳̞̻͍̾͌̊̋ ̴̪̙͇͈̈̐̆t̶̥̥͑́ḥ̷̑̇̓̕à̶̯̯̤t̶̜̿ͅ ̵͕̮̙̿̏̆̈́h̶͕͈̗̓̄̈̚e̸̳̓̀̆̍̊â̸̹̜̯̘̠̎͠t̴̜̦̬͋̑͋ ̶̨̯͖̠͉͑ṭ̸͓̈͆̈́͗͝h̷̗̥̔e̵͕͉̎ ̵͈̟̆̅̈͑͝l̷̩̘̟̆͜i̶͓̇̋͒q̸͎͉̼̬̤̓̃̅͒͘u̵̺̍͌̚i̵͇͐̉͘͝ď̷͔̟̯̭͌̈́͠ ̷̢̈́͊̈́̕b̷͇̥̔͑͂́͝ė̸̬̮ļ̵̈́̍͊̈́͘o̶̢̱̼̲͑̈́w̷͍͙̏̒̃̌̋͜.̶͉͖̻̽̏
Extending out of this sea of molten metal is a support structure comprised of latticed beams and girders, with a number of central stanchions. This scaffolding holds up a platform, and on that platform is the facility that has been dubbed “The Foundry” or "The Factory" I guess. This structure occupies about five cubic miles of space in total (as of last estimate). The platform foundation it is built onto occupies an area of about 3.5 square miles, as calculated from measurements of the perimeter. These dimensions have remained static at every measurement. The internal volume of the Foundry is subject to change, however. 
W̴̹̟̜̓̾̿͝͝e̵̳̿̈́̔͜ ̴̢̗̐g̵̡̼̩̯̃͐̈́͗͝ṙ̷̦̺̩͖͌ơ̵̤̣w̵̢͇͉͇̽̽ ̸̝̪̀ͅw̴̛̰͔̼͊͌ị̶̢̯͙̹͗͗͠ṯ̵̍̇̇̕h̶͎͂͂̽ ̵͚͇̗͇̙͑ǒ̶̬͂̉̂u̴̢̦͕̲̫̇̏̆͝r̴͚̥̦̾̏́̈͝ ̶̨̛̖̏̂́̈́m̷̲̮͚̝̽̔a̸̩̝̖̒̌̔r̷̢̖͖̱̍̇ḵ̸̇ẹ̸̢͔̻͒͊̕ͅẗ̴̨͕͙͔͚́́̏̓.̴̛͖̖͓͎̹̓̃̀͘
If I were to draw upon my industrial experience and compare the Factory (or Foundry I guess) to a real-world facility of some kind, I would say it most resembles an Floppium refinery. Superficially, at least. It has the characteristic fungal cobwebbing of pipes and railings and ladders and smokestacks that, to someone not familiar with the place, must look terribly complex and confusing. And it often is. The Foundry exhibits more verticality than a terrestrial oil refinery, however - a true refinery needs room to spread out and occupy a wide area. The Foundry looks folded - stacked upon itself claustrophobically to make a genuinely imposing lump of machinery that soars high above your head, perched on its platform all by itself in this otherwise empty space. It brings to mind a great ball of string, almost. Or a heart.
Really weird thing is that one person said that they died and were wandering through some weird hellworld when they found this door which they said led into the interior of the Foundry, which they climbed out of like a true chad. The suddenly it looked like their soul got sucked into this portal, it was open for a bit we got to see some weird lab with a corpse as the soul was sucked in. We tried to call to them but they didn't notice. Turns out that guy was Big Floppa! Pretty crazy right? And one past floppa clan member said that he was part of some "Big Floppa revival project" or something like that. In hindsight it was obvious it was him, but he did have all of those burn marks. 
Okay so, your not going to believe me but some weird guy in armor just fell from the sky and started attacking us before we put a bullet in its head, which didn't even kill it! We managed to throw it over the railings and into that lava sea. 
=== P̷̼̻̟̪͌́̈́̒r̴͓̍͋̒̀̚o̷̰̭͆̑̐͊͘ḑ̶̬̒̍͊̍ų̸͚͕̜̲̔̊c̶̢̠̜̅͌̂̔t̵̛̟͑̉͗̚ͅi̵͍̮̽̈ó̷̹̰͗n̸͙ ===
True to its name, the Foundry produces things. Believe us when we say we wish we could be more specific than that, but in this instance, truth rejects simplicity.
W̷̤͕̊͊̈́́̽ẹ̶̛̫͙̽́̓͛͜ ̸̘̽͝f̷͎͔̊̎u̷̳̮̺̼̾́e̵̜̪̊́̾̌l̶̢̲̪͎̝̐͆̍̃͘ ̴̟͔̩̏̈̑͒͛á̷̡̛̝͎̑̚l̷̡̐̔̽̅l̸̛̤̻̯̍ ̵̤͒̓͊͝t̶̨͕͎͂̆͆̔͗h̶̳͖̯̉̽͝e̶͈̒ ̷̢̨̡̢̹́̾̔̍ṛ̵̨̣́͐̄͒e̵̯͕̗̲̝̽͊͝a̶̝̭̠̬̐ͅl̶̗̗͔̓̅̔̓m̴͎͙͓͓̒̈́̓͜š̵̙̰͙͉̗͆̓.̶̡̲͈̳͊̆
When arriving at the Foundry through one of its many doors or wandering through a "realm" for too long, one will be presented with the “front” view of the structure. This façade, insofar as it could be called that, features the facility’s largest entrance. To the left and right are structures resembling cargo loading bays, as one might see in the rear of a large grocery store or similar. Recessed into these are eight padded hoppers, four to each bay, which each receive discharge from a number of pipes, conveyor runs, pneumatic tubes, and chutes. Things emerge from these transport mechanisms and land in the hoppers, each of which has a hatch on the side, apparently for ease of access by floppas (or flopoids).
Sometimes we see these big stone caves where strange skinny caracals just mine, all they do is mine. Sometimes we see catwalks with skinny weird skinless floppas on them, and other times we see things like drills and such. Pretty dangerous place because of the weird stuff they mine. I guess that is where they get the materials for their construction. We see weird insignias on the equipment. We will also find these offices with like weapons and stuff, free gear so I'm happy.
It is also pretty obvious that somehow the Foundry can produce organic things, living and dead. Kind of weird considering that we haven't found anywhere. 
All goods produced by the Foundry are manufactured, in one way or another, whether rudimentary or complex. The goods are generally of industrial or military use, but there are frequent exceptions. There does not appear to be any kind of yet-recognizable pattern to the nature of these goods, their amount, or the frequency with which they appear, however we will provide here a brief list of examples of items that have been found in a receptacle after a discharge event.
* Discharge Event-045: Nine unmarked 9mm handguns (with magazines), approximately 360 9mm handgun cartridges, eleven sledgehammers, six reels of copper wire, twelve Leatherman-style multitools, 23 Mason jars (most shattered on contact with the receptacle bottom), one cast-iron teapot, approximately 500 carpenter’s nails.
* Discharge Event-0469: Nine cast-iron frying pans, 256 serrated hunting knives, approximately 800 lag bolts, 53 12-inch adjustable wrenches, 144 rolls of industrial duct tape, three hacksaws, one desk fan.
* Discharge Event-027: Eight iron ingots, three large spools of wires, 867 mobile phones with Flopcraft installed on them.
*Discharge Event-We_are_screwed: 10 Trollage entities, 4 aggressive mindless floppas armed with high caliber weapons, 505 vials containing deadly strains of the Plague of Flop.
*Discharge Event-Sus😳: 8,000 Among us Crewmate Plushies
*Discharge Event-Spamton_NEO: 20 Spas-12 shotguns, with infinity ammo. And a Spamton_NEO you need to kill.
Sometimes some of those skinny floppa monsters will grab all the stuff and bring to rooms we can't access. Believe me we tried to enter but our body just didn't let us, like some kinda game barrier. 
The facility is clearly capable of producing a wide array of materials with an enormous number of machining and manufacturing methods. In fact, it is categorically impossible for a single facility to produce this many different kinds of objects while remaining the size it appears to be, assuming the absence of any arcane forces. An assumption that does not hold water in this case, unfortunately.
P.S 
I don't know what idiot in charge of this hell decided to make one of their precious discharge events about a dead meme, god even the Foundry is infested with "Amogus", and Spamton! 
=== Internal Structure ===
The Foundry is at least partially traversable and technically inhabitable, though it is dangerous enough that strict access controls have been put in place to prevent further casualties.
As mentioned previously, the internal configuration of the Foundry does not conform to our understanding of terrestrial physics. Multiple attempts to map the Foundry’s layout have been attempted, and some (with the aid of our excellent surveying team) were even partially successful. However, it was found on subsequent dives that the facility’s internals change dramatically and often, with no external indications whatsoever that a change has taken place. Some of the surveying team have offered the theory that these changes might even occur with people still inside (there is of course no particular guarantee or reason they wouldn’t), and this could be the explanation for a number of still-missing personnel. 
Not only does the floor plan of the building change, but its dimensions are also spatially inconsistent. To wit, the Foundry is larger on the inside than it is on the outside. By a significant margin - specifics are obviously difficult to attain, but recent estimates have provided for an internal volume at least ten times larger than the amount visible from outside the structure. It could be more than that. Considering where we find ourselves, it could very well be infinite, for all we know - though what this infinity would be in aid of is anyone’s guess.
Į̶̥̼͔͚̤̫̮̣͈̻͈̠̈́̐̇̑́͋͗͋̇̿͘t̵̛̥͋́̕͘ ̴̮͐̏̾̽̿͗̔̇̇͂͝͝ś̵̛͚̈́͐̎͗́̚͘͝i̵͕͖̭͍̎̀ḿ̶̨̲̥̗̎̄͜p̸̜͈͍̻̼̅̽͗̉̓̕͝l̵̙͕̮͖̠̀̓͌̿̏̍̊͝ÿ̵̨̡͍̞͙͎̘̗̫̩̪̗̩͔̂ ̸̧͙͙̖̽͛̒͘a̸̬͈͓̋̏̃́͝͝͝i̷̛̛͎̤̩̳͈̓̽͛̋́̾̐̔̏͆̒d̷̜̤͓͔̓̋͑̎̈́̄͂͗͋̈͜͜s̵̡̡̡̖͖͕͇̖̺͍͖̩̙͕̐̅̏̇͜͝ ̷̡͇̝͓̰͕̜̫̪̬̤͐̕p̸̝͇͚̟͓̜̎̓͜r̶͚̖̗̲̗̻̣͌̋̈́̈́̄ợ̶̓̉̑͝d̴̪̞͆͑̿ͅư̶̡̧̪̤̼͍̙̮̟͈̪͍͊̈́̈́̀̓̈́͝͝ͅc̶̨̛̩͓̠̤̗͂̑̚̚t̸̥̲̺̹̟̬̖͇͎͆ì̸̢̖̗̠̼̖͔̭͔̰̈́̍́͜ͅọ̸̧̘͔̫̘͗̔͛̋̓̎̐̂́̌̚͝ņ̸͓͎̌̍̎͘͠ ̷̢̝̗͈̹̭̲̬̫͓͚̳̖̰͐̐̑͒̓̂=̴͙͖̭̯̖́̿̓̽͘)̴̨͖̥̞͎̲͙̮͔̙̦̹̐͗̾́́̈́̕
The ground-level and superstructure sections of the Foundry are comprised mainly of passageways of variable width and flooring, hemmed in on either side by ductwork, wiring brackets, electrical panels, and other such industrial goulash. Occasionally one might pass by a running electrohydraulic pump, turbogenerator, or steam generator. Running equipment has been recorded as cycling on or off from time to time, but generally is found on - this gives the entire facility a constant hum of running machinery. There are access gantries that walk above humming banks of circuit breakers and load centers, some of which are nearly the size of a football pitch. Transformer boxes with their characteristic single tone song can be found in nearly every hallway. There is a fog of age about the place. None of the machinery appears to be in quite desperate need of maintenance, but the floors are fairly dirty. Much of the machinery could do with a new coat of paint. Rust can be found on quite a bit of the pipework, particularly the steam subsystems, which appear to have been uniformly laid in with poor gasketing, causing valve and union hissing to be a regular occurrence. For a man of my professional background, just standing in the place is maddening to a minor degree. Occasionally this environment will transition into cave networks where aforementioned miners/mining machines are abundant. 
The situation changes as one descends the Foundry’s levels - and not for the better. The Foundry does have basement sublevels. To preempt the inevitable confusion, no, not even the brightest of us are quite sure how a facility suspended on bare scaffolding above an ocean of liquid metal could have levels below the ground floor, but the fact is undeniable. 
 
I think that some other realms we know about are part of the Factory has sublevels, one guy opened this spiked metal door in the wall and he said it looked like that hell that Big Floppa described. 
All appears as it ever does within the Foundry, until one reaches an uncertain depth. This specific limit has changed somewhat between descents, but the average appears to be around Sublevel 30. At this depth, human traversability begins to corrode. The relatively ordered separation between floors and arrangement of passageways loses cohesion. Ladder wells sometimes go nowhere. Gantries fly out over enormous, yawning cavern spaces that exhibit no deliberation to their arrangement at all apart from housing yet more machinery. Many of these are simply not able to be traveled - walkways terminate, ladders veer off at useless right angles from the ground and slam into walls, passages circle back upon one another or rise up and then down at angles in such a way that the crests are not able to be climbed. The logic begins to drain out, like used oil. All here is still operational. The equipment still runs, the lights are on, the conditions are essentially unchanged - but it has all become indifferent to the notion of use. 
This changes, if one descends further. Few teams have, at this juncture - it is difficult to find people with the athleticism and climbing skills necessary to continue, as floors gradually become more and more optional. What little has been seen of sublevels 100 and below is quite different in character from what is seen above. The inexplicable disorganization continues, and in fact worsens, but is joined by degradation as well. Machinery runs only intermittently at this depth, and often poorly, if operational at all. There are shaft misalignments, causing terrible shrieking. Pressure regulators are in a state of semi-failure, simply hissing their contents into the atmosphere. These contents are occasionally atomized hydraulic fluid or extremely high-temperature steam, making these regions all the more hazardous to explore. Flooding is common, where there is floor for fluids to collect. These liquids can be water, oil, hydraulic fluid, even combustible hydrocarbons like heavy fuel oil or gasoline. 
The notion that a structure like this could be somehow idiopathic rankles the mind very terribly, but as one wanders through the intestines of the place, it becomes apparent that, somehow, that is all the Foundry is - intestine. A ball of guts. We have so far found no hint of a central command center with operational controls or monitoring equipment. We have yet to find a single camera or loudspeaker. There are no rooms designed to facilitate human habitation. No vending machines. No bathrooms. No chairs. In fact, there is no evidence of human existence within the Foundry, apart from the machinery designs conforming with those commonly found on Earth, both in size and ostensible purpose. We have yet to find any writing within the Foundry. There is none. Not one label or sign with legible lettering in any language. In fact, aside from the ones on the outside used to enter it, the Foundry doesn’t even contain any doors.
There is a latticework of questions surrounding the Foundry, as manifold and labyrinthine as the place itself is. I do not know who or what built the Foundry, how, or why. We do not know why it produces things that appear to be specifically made for our use, or how its internal facilities could possibly correlate to the materials and processes needed to produce them. We do not know what pattern there is, if any, to the amount or kind of things it makes, nor do we know of any way to influence the Foundry’s “behavior”. We do not know how the Foundry itself is supplied with power, oil, water, maintenance, or anything else a structure like this would regularly require in order to continue functioning. For all we know, the Foundry itself could very well be sentient in some way, though such a thing is as impossible to verify as any of the other hundreds of possible questions that could flow from this document, and is perhaps foolish to even speculate upon.
=== Log-B40 ===
I'm experiencing some bad corruption on this tablet, I guess the factories signal towers are screwing things up; Oh yeah, I forgot about those, they are just giant radio towers made out of meat that corrupt our system and implant random BS into our logs. I guess its like "the voice of the Foundry" like OOOOO scary like stfu :̴͈̯̒(̸̩̱̜̑̾̄ I am not pissing my pants.
What ever, this isn't the main reason for this log, one of my buddies just found this red thick liquid, some guy researched it and it fuels this realm! It is what powers all the machines, maybe we can use it to power some of those deactivated gateways and get the hell out of here!
Edit: It didn't work, the portals only released these weird corpse robot hybrid thingies that mauled us. We survived with our trusty guns in hand. Guess there is no escape for now. 
=== Log B-68 R̴̞̪͕͙̬̘͔̬̺̣̱̫͉̻̦͔͕̜͕̰͉̠̲͈̼̗̈́͐̓̇̾̑̆̅̀͋͗̽̊͌̓̑̓̑͊̏͘̕͝͝ͅŨ̷̢̖͍͕̘̐̈́̾̏̀͒̍́̇͒̑̍͛́̄̐̋̄̔͘Ņ̴̨̧̧̨̧͈̲̹͖̣̬͕͙͈̹̪̬̩͓̩̤̭͔͕̩̞͇̲̈̔̐̅̊̊͊͌̈́̈́̈́̋̂̈̋̇̅̽͠͝͝ ̵̡̨̛̛̳͕̭̻̖͔̜̼͇̤̒̈́̓̌̿̍̐̐̎̎͛̊̎̀͋͗́͝͝Ŗ̶͇̩̭̮͉͓̜̠͇̜̣̟̈́̔͆̑̊͋̀̐͊̿͂͛̊͊̌́̆̓͂͌͂̑͛̔̃̆̕͘̚͝͠͠Ṵ̸̢̞̰͓͎̙̻͚̞̘͎͍̙͉͍̖̲̬̹̠̹̤͚̀͜͝ͅṄ̷̨̧̖̝̮̳̟̭̬̞͈̳͖͙͇̜͉̰͙̩̭̜̭̖̘̳̩̼̪̩͈̐̑́ ̷̧̧̡͚͖̫̩͉͔͕͎͖͔̟̤̫̤͚̤̩̗̞̗̰̮͎̱͍̠̜̖̌̉̍̇̒̈́̐̇̎̔̈́̍͊͐͋̇̑̔͆́̈́̅̈́̆͝͝͝͝ͅŔ̴̨̧̨̘̼̗͎̙͓͍͕̹̮̺̘̦̝̙̞͇̖͓̟͍̞̫̓̀͐̆͌̆̋̀̐̈̓́̐͋͆͛́̍̈́̆͜͠͝͝Ȗ̶͍̉̐̇̉̅̊͒͌̇̎̀̉̎̄̓̏̂́̂̔̓̾͛̒́̄̑̆̔͝N̸̡̦̪̰̳̮̠̻͇̆̌͌̈́̽̎͋̎̓̒̈̍͘̕͠ ̵̧̢̧͓̳͎̞͕̗̮̫̺̖̦̰̻͙̙̦͔̬̭̫̪͍̼̯͎̫̄̋̎͑͌̈́̑̒̑̆͛̀̾̔̆̌̽ͅŖ̶̡̛͕͙͓͐́̊̊̐̇̐͂͊̃̆̽͘̕͜ͅŲ̶̧̡̹̭̟̲̱̟̖̞̞͈̥͍̣̝̙̌͑̿͂̅́̓̉̈̄̀̀̒̒̂̇̽̈́̊̄̌̆̋̏͒̿̚͝͝͝Ņ̴͕̖̪̘̯̥̯̝̯͙̳̩̼̯̣̪̮̭̲̺͓̝̘̈́̈̈͑̃̅̑́̅̋̇͒̀͆̑̍̈́͊͊͒̌̀̊̚̕͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̶̨̻̗̹̙̦͕̤͆́̌́Ŗ̴̼̟͖̲͈̯̼̝̟̘͇̳̱̥͔̰̗̱̺̦̝͕̣͕̪̝̥͉͓̟͕͐͊̐̍͒̀̾́̎̇̈́́̍̉̔͌̽Ṵ̵̧̼͚̼̘̥̙͇̀͂̾̏̀͋͗̑̕͘͝͠N̵̡̧̖̹̱̰̟̪͔̟͇̝̤̞̊͂̂̚ ̵̨̡̨̛̰̳͈͍̞̞̜͈̘̳̞̥͚̝͎̱̫̳̤͕̣̳̺̊̀͂̊̈̉̒̉͑̐͆͑̀̀͗̈́̉̐̈̈͒̇̈́̈̌͝ͅͅR̵̤͇̰̘̻̝̲͕̻̝̙͙̜̯̗͎̘͚̙̥̜̙̱̣͈͙̿͑́͒̅̑̄̍́̄͌͋͗̿̈́̄̌͒̓̋̕͜͜͜Ư̸̧̥̘̜̦̺͉̩̪͓͎̦͍̰̼͚̹̫̗̤̥̗̫̝͇̝̋͊̃͂͂́̀̇̆̀̈͂̅̓̎̂͐̆̒̑̄̅̈́̆̈́̚͠͠͠ͅͅN̵̢̨̨̛͎͇̳̥̟̜̮͎̤͕̩̥̰̓͌̾̿̋͊̄̈́̋̈́̕̚̕͝͝ ̸̨̛̛̞͔͔̬̗̬̫͐̓̂́́͂̇͊̏̿̅̄̽́̄͌́͋̔́͛̒̕͝͝͝R̴̢̡̹̩͓̣̖̤̥̼̰̪̠̈Ų̷̖͙̝͔̣̩̬̜̰̜̼̍̎̇̍̎̆̅̇̽͊Ņ̶̛̬̮̗͕̮̮͕̩͍͉͇͎̾̀̉̂̄̔̋̅̓̏̔̀̅̓̽̄͌̉́̒͊̒̑͐̕͘͝͠ ̵̟̲̩̏̀͐R̴̨̨̡͕͍̱̟͈̥̦̫͚͚̲̯̥̥̟̲̩̖̠̰̭͓̣̤̲̟̊̈́̅̆̕̕͝͝U̶͉̐̇͋̈̽͂͊̄͠N̸͉͖̫̚ ̶̢̢̠͍͈̳͓̹̯̼̜̲̩͈͈̜̹͇̘͖͎̣̯̗̝̣̇͜ͅŖ̸̠̖̺͕͙̣̗̰̤̖͈͓͖͚̹̣̝̍͋͌̂͆̕̕ͅͅỮ̸̛̰̝̣̪̗͖͓̹̪̯̥͎̞̟̤̿͑́̀̐́͑͂͊͑̃̎̈́̽̚͝͝Ñ̴̦̖̯͖̬̱̜̻̪̊͆͗̔̽̋̿͒̔̓̐͑̀͘͝ ̵̢̧̛̙̩̦̯̞̙͙͉̤̲͚̬̹̳̺͈̻̭̇̄̃̎́͐͂͑̓́͆̍̏́͗̽̾̌̐̏̓̽̓̈́̌̇͆̈̕͠͝ͅŖ̴̡̛͒̈́͋̐͂͗̍̽̓͊͘͝͝͝Ų̷̛͙̦͖͕̟̬͇̣͓͗̔͐̈́̀͊̀̋̈́̈̈́̄̆̇̌͛͂̒̕͠͝͝͠N̸̨̡̡͖̜͇̼͎̬̞͖̟͙͔̆̓͊́̑̾̈́̉͋̿̀̂̐̎̒̀͛̅̏̏͊͂̐͘̕͘̚̚̕̕͝ͅ ̷̡̢̛̗̖̫̭̩̤̪͔̗̙͖̗͖̬̠̬̳̪̥̬͙͈̘̑̆̋̓̍͂̀̽̎͆͐͊́̃͝ͅR̶̛̞̻͍̣̫̘̘̱͎̼̯͍̠͂̏̾̍͐̍͒̐̍̀̿̓̒̄̍̄͂̇͒̏̓̊̽̅̋͘͘͠͠ͅU̶̧̨͇̞͇̠̞̫̤͕͇̘̜̜̗̩̪͎̥̲̻̟̘͎͖͒̈́͗̂͛̃̃̆̀͐̅̔́̕͜͝N̵̢̩̘̣̤̘̳̫̪̙̺̳̩̳̞̞̬̯̮̘͎̏ ̵̡̦̺̠̱͔̜̼̫̩̬̞̊͑̾͗̑͒̐͂̒͒̑͐̂̓ͅ ===
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