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Entry tags:
- !mod post: intro mingle,
- assassin's creed: jacob frye,
- assassin's creed: ratonhnhakéton,
- borderlands: angel,
- dragon age: cole,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- irredeemable: qubit,
- marble hornets: brian thomas,
- mass effect: commander rufina shepard,
- mcu: peter parker,
- original: elleru,
- original: rey,
- overwatch: hanzo shimada,
- red dead redemption: charles smith,
- samurai jack: scaramouche,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- umbrella academy: allison hargreeves,
- umbrella academy: ben hargreeves,
- warm bodies: julie grigio
february 2020. welcome to the void.
Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Seventh Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of February 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
What: Seventh Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of February 2020
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.
a. the maze.
The sun is back. Only one this time! It is very very large.
But never mind that! Anchorites have a whole new area to explore. With the sun's return and the power surging through Anchor again, the water in the underground area has drained off, revealing a door that leads down to another level. There's only two doors. One that leads to some kind of observation room, the technology waterlogged and largely destroyed. The other leads to a blank hallway, short, with what looks like an open airlock hatch with a door that can be winched shut with a handle on both the inside and outside, leading into a room beyond.
That room beyond is empty, and the door will remain open until it reads more than one life sign inside the room. Then, it slams the hatch shut and starts to turn, rolling clockwise until what was the roof is now the floor. Then doors open. One straight ahead. One to the left. One to the right. One pointed downward. Even odds whether you walk through into another empty room or walk in and find yourself having a no good very bad day. If you do end up in a blank room, you may be sent in an endless zig-zag of empty spaces that either lead you to the door you came in at long last, or, well. End up ruining your day. Regardless of where you go or how you get there, you're aware that every hour on the hour, the rooms move abruptly forward, backward, up, down, without any rhyme or reason. The place is in motion, reshuffling itself, and the only way back out is through.
There are several types of rooms, scattered seemingly at random among the various rooms you can exit through.
ROOM A
The door opens and lets out a billow of cold air. Not just cold, it's freezing. You could take one of the other doors, but at least this one is different, isn't it? It feels like progress. But when you enter, the way back slams shut, leaving you in the dark and the cold with no one but your fellow trapped soul for company. This room won't open again for at least an hour. If you want to live, you're going to have to get nice and cozy.
ROOM B
This room, like the first, closes once you get inside. Crackling beams of energy flash across the room at seemingly random intervals and angles, blocking the way to any of the exits. Put a foot wrong, and you're liable to end up with a hole through it...or your torso. Watch long enough, however, and you might start to see a pattern in the way the energy travels. It still won't be easy to reach the other doorways, but at least now you have a fighting chance.
ROOM C
This room is a puzzle box. Immediately after you enter, the walls start moving, giant tiles sliding into place over the doors. It lurches, turns, spills you against one wall and the next in a dizzying, bruising circle. When it stops, the doors are hidden behind tiles of different sizes, and the only way to escape is to puzzle out how to move the tiles away from one of the doorways. Be quick about it - the longer it takes, the more layers of tiles creep in to make things harder, layer by layer, until the room starts to get pretty small....
ROOM D
Step inside, and the room lurches, dropping downward, then shifting left, then moving upward again. The doors in this room point in all directions except down. There are colored tiles all over the floor and walls. But that floor and those walls are moving, the tiles shifting in nebulous patterns, like some exterior hand is treating the space like a Rubik's cube.
Careful where you step. It's not an obvious puzzle to crack, but once you step on a tile of one color, you can only step on tiles of that color. Step elsewhere and who knows what will happen. The room could fill with toxic gas. It could start playing ear-splitting screams and the lights could start flashing. Or, one of the tiles could simply explode with a small enough charge to take off the leg that stepped there. The consequences vary, but they're never pleasant, and they never leave their victim unscathed.
ROOM E
There are monsters behind the glass walls. Rather, there is one very familiar looking monster. Ropy, plantlike tentacles weave in and out of one another, forming shapes and intricate designs with their tiny flowerlike mouths. They could almost be pretty, if you hadn't seen them for the first time protruding from Creepy Joe's eye.
Holes punctuate the roof and floor, and through those holes, sensing body heat, the tentacles start to crawl. Hunting for bare skin. Hunting for a host.
There's only one door out of here, and it's across the room from where you came in - and the way back is closed. Crossing the room poses the very real risk of infection from the creatures in the walls, but doing nothing is almost a guarantee of ending up with a nasty parasite.
Good luck.
But never mind that! Anchorites have a whole new area to explore. With the sun's return and the power surging through Anchor again, the water in the underground area has drained off, revealing a door that leads down to another level. There's only two doors. One that leads to some kind of observation room, the technology waterlogged and largely destroyed. The other leads to a blank hallway, short, with what looks like an open airlock hatch with a door that can be winched shut with a handle on both the inside and outside, leading into a room beyond.
That room beyond is empty, and the door will remain open until it reads more than one life sign inside the room. Then, it slams the hatch shut and starts to turn, rolling clockwise until what was the roof is now the floor. Then doors open. One straight ahead. One to the left. One to the right. One pointed downward. Even odds whether you walk through into another empty room or walk in and find yourself having a no good very bad day. If you do end up in a blank room, you may be sent in an endless zig-zag of empty spaces that either lead you to the door you came in at long last, or, well. End up ruining your day. Regardless of where you go or how you get there, you're aware that every hour on the hour, the rooms move abruptly forward, backward, up, down, without any rhyme or reason. The place is in motion, reshuffling itself, and the only way back out is through.
There are several types of rooms, scattered seemingly at random among the various rooms you can exit through.
The door opens and lets out a billow of cold air. Not just cold, it's freezing. You could take one of the other doors, but at least this one is different, isn't it? It feels like progress. But when you enter, the way back slams shut, leaving you in the dark and the cold with no one but your fellow trapped soul for company. This room won't open again for at least an hour. If you want to live, you're going to have to get nice and cozy.
This room, like the first, closes once you get inside. Crackling beams of energy flash across the room at seemingly random intervals and angles, blocking the way to any of the exits. Put a foot wrong, and you're liable to end up with a hole through it...or your torso. Watch long enough, however, and you might start to see a pattern in the way the energy travels. It still won't be easy to reach the other doorways, but at least now you have a fighting chance.
This room is a puzzle box. Immediately after you enter, the walls start moving, giant tiles sliding into place over the doors. It lurches, turns, spills you against one wall and the next in a dizzying, bruising circle. When it stops, the doors are hidden behind tiles of different sizes, and the only way to escape is to puzzle out how to move the tiles away from one of the doorways. Be quick about it - the longer it takes, the more layers of tiles creep in to make things harder, layer by layer, until the room starts to get pretty small....
Step inside, and the room lurches, dropping downward, then shifting left, then moving upward again. The doors in this room point in all directions except down. There are colored tiles all over the floor and walls. But that floor and those walls are moving, the tiles shifting in nebulous patterns, like some exterior hand is treating the space like a Rubik's cube.
Careful where you step. It's not an obvious puzzle to crack, but once you step on a tile of one color, you can only step on tiles of that color. Step elsewhere and who knows what will happen. The room could fill with toxic gas. It could start playing ear-splitting screams and the lights could start flashing. Or, one of the tiles could simply explode with a small enough charge to take off the leg that stepped there. The consequences vary, but they're never pleasant, and they never leave their victim unscathed.
There are monsters behind the glass walls. Rather, there is one very familiar looking monster. Ropy, plantlike tentacles weave in and out of one another, forming shapes and intricate designs with their tiny flowerlike mouths. They could almost be pretty, if you hadn't seen them for the first time protruding from Creepy Joe's eye.
Holes punctuate the roof and floor, and through those holes, sensing body heat, the tentacles start to crawl. Hunting for bare skin. Hunting for a host.
There's only one door out of here, and it's across the room from where you came in - and the way back is closed. Crossing the room poses the very real risk of infection from the creatures in the walls, but doing nothing is almost a guarantee of ending up with a nasty parasite.
Good luck.
b. matchmaker, matchmaker.
Those who don't venture down into the newly opened lab will suffer a very different kind of torture. The robo-matchmaker is at it again. Even odds as to whether or not it's malfunctioning or it's just bored because of how few people use the intimacy lounge. Either way, it's setting up dating profiles for residents of anchor and broadcasting them over the network to be seen by all and sundry. They might not be accurate, they might not even make sense, but what the 'bot lacks in prose style it makes up with enthusiasm. It's so enthusiastic, in fact, that it's messaging people on behalf of those too shy to do it themselves. The texts it sends are as off the wall as the profiles it creates, so seriously. Go nuts.
Thankfully, this time it's had the foresight to make a version for anyone underage, but where it draws that distinction can vary wildly, and is up to the player.
Thankfully, this time it's had the foresight to make a version for anyone underage, but where it draws that distinction can vary wildly, and is up to the player.
Robo-Matchmaker (?̵̢̠̀?̷̠͉͍̝̙̕ͅ?̡̢̡̹̩̖̝̞̪̦̘ͅ)
I͎͇̰̺̼͡ ̝̳̼̻͕̩͚á̷̳͍̫͕͞m̱̱̺͍̳̞̖ ̴̥͇̣͎̺̤̩͕̩͜h͖̕͞͠er͉̟͕͈̳̀ḙ͔̼̠̤ ͓̠̰̗̹̘̣͔t͏̸̤̳̙͍͎̮͕̞͢o҉̨̜͖̠̝͙̜̦̜ ̮̠̝̪̩̤̣m̖̻a̤͙̘̲̫̩̗k̮͓̀͜e̶̠͚͞ ̯̯̘̦͜͠you͈̹̟͔͜͠ͅr͈̮̮̗͖̜̠͠ ̮̗̗̹̘̬̠͢d̴̵̯͖̀r̷͇͍̦̗̯͢eaṃ̘͝͞ş̳̺̭̮͜ ̖͚͚͓͙͇͙͓̜c͖͕̰̞̺̟̫ớ͈̖͇̲̗m̶̞̟̣̘͎̘̲̣̕͢é̠̯͞ ̼t͔͢r͢͏̠̙̜̬͖̞̥̜ư̧͈̫͜e̹̮̮̝͝.̗̠̪̭̫͞
Interests: true love, friends with benefits, e͏͇̫m̲̤̬͟ ͉͍͜ǫ̙̟̳̲͘t̬͓i҉̟̼̣͓̯̜̞̼͜ ҉̛̺̪̣͈͖͖̟̥̺o̴̢͔̙̥̠̟̮̮̪̩n̷̗̜s҉̰̖̯͟͠
Assets: I̤̥̙̺̪̪̱͜ ̢̟k̢̰̫ͅn͕̤̳o̤͚͓͓w̲̬ ͠e̸̞̺̳͔̙ve̝̳̭̣̝͠ͅry͏̝̙̠t̲͚̠hi͕̣̯ng̭͓͕̖͈ ̖̣ą̰͖̲ͅbơ̯̥̹̠̱u͉̯̪͟t̜̞̱ yo̹͙ͅu̢̗.̡̪̥̙̱̘̞ ͕̀:̮̩̯̜̗̘)
Ass-ets: a bot never tells
✔ 😏 💀 🍆 ❤ 🔥 ✖
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QUESTIONS.
Re: QUESTIONS.
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Rey | OTA.
With this new area not being heralded by any creepy tentacle-faced people sprouting cryptic nonsense and the sun's return bringing (some) good news, it's not long before Rey ventures to find someplace new. Of course, she's not without caution, with memories of her past selves navigating the GRIGORI backup terminals that were once riddled with death traps and dead ends to keep her on her toes. That is, until she died in one horrible way or another so she could return again -- new life, new body, new memories...
Something tells her that she won't get that reset chance this time if she isn't careful, so she traverses from one room to the next with reluctance, only moving forward on the sole fact that the way back is no long accessible.
This is going to take a while, isn't it?
ii. MATCHMAKER (auto-generated);
Thiccc soulja girl with the softest luscious fluffy locks of mahogany hair and curves in all the right places.
Interests: Punching things, setting things on fire, pretty things (maybe even you! 😘).
Assets: Muscles and battle scars for days. A dark and moody presence. Hard to love, but will love hard. Broken inside, but still on the ride. Textbook intimacy issues.
Ass-ets: Big, strong arms to hold you with. Probably most definitely enjoys pain and lip biting. Oh yeah baby, tug on that hair, you know you want to -- it feels like a cloud!
iii. WILDCARD.
[ooc: Want to explore a different kind of room? Choose your own adventure here. Also for the sake of consistency, I'm going to continue threads assuming that characters get separated between trap rooms due to the shuffling.]
Room A
Just as he's about to focus, to use his gift of sight to look for clues out of here, a familiar voice catches his attention.
"Rey?"
He blinks, and the darkness around him turns a little brighter. Rey glows a bright blue, not more than a few steps away from him.
Unfortunately, that's also all he can see. Nothing that gives any indication of a way out of here.
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Scaramouche | OTA
B. (AUTO-GENERATED) Matchmaker, Matchmaker
and a-five six seven eight!
Interests: ski-diddly do ̴d̸i̵ bap do bip do bë̷̞́e̵̫͝p̵̤̈ b̵͕͆à̷̰p̴̺̀ ̸͈̖̈́b̸͓̝͉̋́i̵͇̫̙̊p̶͕̒
Assets: Knows what it's all about.
Ass-ets: Oh, baby. ;)
Wildcard
[ooc: Want to run into Scaramouche somewhere or have a plot idea? Shoot me a message on discord or on plurk, or PM this journal.]
text @totheark
whatisit
a bout
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Ben Hargreeves | OTA
The lean mean leather daddy of all your wildest dreams.
Interests: Dudes, whips, casual kinky fun.
Assets: Extensive sexual experience.
Ass-ets: Wouldn't you like to know? 😏
text; @a.h.
but after seeing this??? hell no all that's going right out the window ]
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ben what the hell
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text; @Spides
ben omg i mean 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 just take all of the eggplants i'm fking crying right now i'm sorry
[he is not sorry]
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@cole | video
Ben... why is the machine saying silly things about you?
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Hello there, Lazarus.
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[Just coming right out of the gate with that one, Elleru.]
Peter Parker | OTA
Spanxed clad twunk with just the nicest hair and the most awkward people skills.
Interests: Pizza and pizza and pizza.
Assets: Cool stunts and hours of boring conversations about computer engeneering and chemestry.
Ass-ets: Endless stamina, booty like pow, absurd flexibility, absolutely zero experience. Also spiders.
Re: Peter Parker | OTA
I can eat more pizza than you, I bet.
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audio yolo
cries through phone tags
;A;
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text; @Spides
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Brian "Hoody" Thomas
He was fine exploring strange, no longer flooded hallways and empty rooms. The first room closing after him was odd but it didn't worry him. The cold air coming from the next room left him on edge but progress was progress. He had no problem moving on, filming things with his tablet or sat-phone.
That changed when he realized how COLD it was in the new room. Then the door shuts and locks and whatever logical part of his brain shuts off. While his outfit, including the black eye-less mask (with a red :( on it), doesn't leave any of his skin exposed that hadn't made a difference when he was out after dark in Norfinbury. Which is where his brain has gone back to. Is there snow? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe its just the static he often sees, but if it is he can't tell.
He spins and grasps at the door, trying to push or pull it open. He can't be stuck, there has to be a way out, he doesn't want to die again.
His cough starts up, at first slow but it will pick up in intensity and speed as he tries to force the door.
b. OTA
The slender, silent type.
Interests: CⓍdes, Answers, th̶̢͔̽ȩ̵̞̳̍ ̷̦́̌͜ą̶̬̜͋̓ṟ̶̘́̌̑k̸̛̼̜̯
Assets: Won't kiss and tell
Ass-ets: Its a secret ;)
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The ark, what's the ark?
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yooo im hella late to this
hanzo shimada | ota
[ If you would like to do things in the maze, just hit me up for which room you'd like a prompt for! I'm happy to write starters. ]
b. matchmaker, matchmaker. (auto-generated)
Silver fox ex-crime lord with blood on his hands and sweet body art. Unleash the dragon.
Interests: Working towards perfection, punishment for past sins, cake.
Assets: A magical tattoo that summons spirit dragons. Authoritative demeanor. Can and will assassinate your enemies. Tragic backstory with some delicious hurt/comfort potential. A bad boy you can definitely fix.
Ass-ets: Ripped bod. Superior flexibility. Super into worship/humiliation play. Redemption through the healing power of peen.
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Spirit dragons?
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ANGEL THE SIREN | BORDERLANDS | ( crau, ryslig )
DADDY ISSUES AND A LATE STAGE TEENAGE REBELLION.
Interests: GUNS, GUNS, THE EXISTENTIAL FREEDOM OF KNOWING YOUR OWN DEATH AS A LIVING STATE. DID WE MENTION GUNS.
Assets: BENCH PRESS YOUR ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT WITH ONE ARM, AND HOLD YOUR BEST FRIEND IN THE OTHER. THE THREESOME YOU ALWAYS WANTED, WE KNOW.
Ass-ets: CONS: COMMITMENT ISSUES. WILL HIT IT AND QUIT IT. YOU'RE DEFINITELY A FURRY NOW. // PROS:... BUT LIKE, NOT FOR ONE OF THE REALLY CREEPY ONES, WE'RE 78% SURE. JUST PET THE SOFT FUR, SNUGGLE THE BOOBS, GRAB THE KIM K BOOTY AND CONSOLE YOURSELF THAT AT LEAST YOUR PARENTS AREN'T HERE TO ASK IF THEY NEED TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR NEW LIFESTYLE CHOICES.
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I'd tap that.
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[text; un: bearly.bewitched]
Re: [text; un: bearly.bewitched]
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Jacob Frye - AC Syndicate - CRAU from City of Sin
Built like a brick outhouse, a one-man army, once caused the British economy to fold. Doesn't enjoy fire. Has a large collection of hats and knuckle dusters.
Interests: The Rooks, Punching things, Charles Smith
Assets: A trained assassin, gang leader, and expert on Victoriana. Will go hard, never home.
Ass-ets: A size queen, masochist, loves the Big Bad Wolf, big muscles, rope play, giving head/eating out, pegging, dominance kink, thinks he might be into tentacles. Make him cry, he loves it. Wants to cuddle afterwards.
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I have questions.
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private
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kylo ren | ota
You can light my saber any day.
Interests: Working out my daddy issues through violence and galactic conquest.
Assets: If we hit it off, you can rule the galaxy by my side.
Ass-ets: Built like a tree and ready for the right person to climb me.
ii. wildcard
[ CATCH ALL FOR WEV YOU WANT, BABY. ]
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I can recommend violence. Galactic dominance never works as well as you'd hope.
1/2
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[text; un: bearly.bewitched]
Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor) // OTA
Just like when the first door was revealed, and despite the troubles that came from it, Ratonhnhaké:ton can't resist another new door. And now he's stuck in a room that's moving.
Thanks to his training as an Assassin, it doesn't give him as much of a beating as it perhaps could have. Once or twice he finds himself knocked into a wall, but for the most part, he manages to stay on his feet and avoid most of the moving tiles. If he's not alone in the room, perhaps he could even help whoever is in there with him.
When everything goes still and he doesn't see an immediate way out, he focuses his vision. The colours of the world around him turns muted, and whoever is in there with him glows either white or blue. Most importantly, however, the pattern becomes clearer to him, and in moments one of the tiles start glowing brightly white.
He says nothing at all, as he steps over to the tile and with purpose starts pushing it over to the side.
Wildcard
[ idk stuff things hmu with prompts, feel free to contact me for plotting
Also, will match any style! ]
Room C
He picks himself up, taking a moment to find his footing, and curses as he has to keep moving or risk falling on his face again.
"What the hell is this?" He calls out to Connor. Neither of them expected this, there was no warning or indication that this would happen. He grunts as the floor becomes a wall again and he has to move and rebalance with it, looking at the other man as he does the same.
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b. unwilling matchmaker
BRIEF "ABOUT ME" BLURB
Interests: Fishing and fish-related activities, swimming and TREASON (but only the good kind)
Assets: Wealth, fame, terrible poetry, secretly a hopeless romantic.
Ass-ets: I can make you swoon with a glance from my ~~pretty green eyes~~
b
"Treason but only the good kind."
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Elleru 🐦 Original
You may call me Elleru. 😊😊😊
Interests: books, watching people 👀, human clothing, 🐈 animals, romance 💋, other worlds and their customs
Assets: I am learning to cook and hope to be good at it one day. 🍲😊 I am very talkative and I love to meet new people 😚 and learn all about them.
Ass-ets: It is impolite to ask a lady such questions, but perhaps I will answer them for you if you are bold enough to ask. 😘😘😘😘
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Qubit | for Peter
But then the sun came back on, and with it the power mains. And with those, the pumps. And long story short, now there's a whole bunch of new and dangerous bullshit down below that everyone's going to go charging into face-first because of course they are, and that includes Qubit, apparently, so what's that say about him...
Well, here he is, anyway. But he's not the first one inside.
When he recognizes Peter, Qubit's stomach drops. Oh, hell. Not now, this is neither the time nor the place - He turns on his heel to leave, but the door abruptly slides shut, very nearly taking his nose off. ]
Gah!
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Unfortunately, now their exit is blocked, so Peter's not going to be able to stay on the other side of the room avoiding Qubit for long.]
Jesus, man, you about gave me a heart attack. You okay?
[As annoyed as he is with him, Peter doesn't actively want Qubit hurt. He'll save being a cranky teenager for after he knows if this guy is okay or not.]
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People are sometimes the easiest symbols to rally around. That was very stupid of him.