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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.

Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.

If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
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[personal profile] iaiafhtagn 2022-10-04 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
That was certainly a start! Abby wasn't going to lie and say the sudden appearance of a... ghost? A ghost witch? A something, appear in front of her, hadn't scared her!

"Oh, no that's fine."

She thinks, she was still looking over the ghost.

"What is it? It's awfully mischievous."
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Arrival 2

[personal profile] iaiafhtagn 2022-10-04 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Abigail has largely calmed down after arrival. Reverting to her typical, blonde, blue-eyed state. With the exception of the keyhole on her forehead. That stayed for the moment. She still needed to become adjusted with this new environment she's found herself in. It all felt familiar... similar to home, but not.

That was usually how dreamlands work. How doorways work.

She shouldn't be worried or surprised. Not really. Abigail is still, however, a young girl. A curious and bright one, but still young. It was all quite a bit to take in. Even with... all the extra help.

So it's with absolute glee when a black kitty-cat began to paw at her! She was going to kneel down to pet it before. Oh- it spoke! "Ah- a kitty...!"

Hang on, she's pausing for a moment. "And... you can speak?"

A tilt of her head in wonderment soon follows the question. She still reaches out a hand slowly to offer pets and chin scritches.
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[personal profile] specialtechnique 2022-10-04 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
1. Pass the job listing around, someone out there must need a job. I'm willing to offer training!

[graphic design is his passion etc]

Well, moving on...

3. I know how spirits work! I'm a professional psychic. Besides, nobody learns from sitting back and washing their hands of things, you know.
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it's working as intended

[personal profile] specialtechnique 2022-10-04 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
You— Are you listening? I'm saying leave it to the experts!

[He's said it like three times now, even!! He waves his hands again, frowning hard, as if he can physically wave away the idea of going out there after his copious warnings. Like, would it be his fault if this guy went out there and something happened - nnno, no, except for the part where he's already committed to the bit of being The Expert, and Qualified, and Qualified Experts would be culpable, actually.

Probably. Like, this guy's an adult, he can do whatever he wants. But Reigen would rather not live with the knowledge that some guy swam out to his demise mere minutes after talking to him...

In short: aaaaauuugghgghg. He inhales sharply, gestures halting with one hand held up like, wait. Wait wait. Just a minute.]


If I'm going to tell you the entirety of my specialized exorcism courses, you'd have to pay the fee... [never abandon the hustle] You can see the lighthouse from here! Just take a picture!
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[personal profile] specialtechnique 2022-10-04 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Reigen looks out where Mob is pointing, nodding; yes, the lighthouse, of course. Nothing else of interest out there at all. Still:] Good! Careful inspection is important in a place like this, Mob. After all, there's so much spiritual energy hanging around, even someone at my level could get mixed up during a reading...

[A glance. Ahem.

Anyway, they're moving on. Reigen continues not to offer to help carry those limbs, instead choosing to have a brief crisis over Mob's question while he's pointedly not looking back at him. Objectively, it's a squid question, but Reigen's real sixth sense, the one for Teen Problems, immediately swerves into uncomfortable teenage changes. Hastily, he decides he'll save this particular anxiety to discharge somewhere else, like the bottom of the ocean, or the moon.

(The teen sense is also not very good.)]


Then— you don't have to worry about that kind of thing right now! You still feel like you, that's the important thing. And of course, if you have any problems, you just come to me.
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iii.........ma'am

[personal profile] disbanding 2022-10-04 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Speaking of people who don't give a shit about this lighthouse and its many consequences for the locals: here's Hector, on the beach with his special little omen, apparently having a normal one collecting... parts. Or, well. He's stooped down to pick up an eyeball, which he tosses in the dog's direction to play some hasty fetch with, before he looks over at the young woman talking about--

Mmph. He makes a face like he's deftly holding back a chuckle, ahem.]


Maybe they suffered a horrible accident beforehand. You don't know.

[so like it's still a cock tower, just an ugly one--]

It could have been very tragic.
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[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-04 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Can't do no harm is right. He knows better exactly what she's capable of. But he doesn't take the bait. Only gives a light, casual chuckle instead.]

Not sure I follow your taste. But I guess you're not here to try the canned peaches.
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[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-04 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Ekko is a bit surprised someone answered him, mainly because he hadn't been talking to anyone except himself. His mouth quirks up at the side and he huffs.]

Yeah. Focus on what's important and we figure it out.

[He takes one of those peaches out of that cornucopia.]

Thanks. Not saving any of this for later?
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[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2022-10-04 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's not as if I sit back and wash my hands of things. But you've got to learn and observe things.
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[personal profile] specialtechnique 2022-10-04 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Right. So you do understand how establishing a new business works. I'm not seeing the problem!
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[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
No one is out here trying to hero.

[Because that's not why he ever does anything.]

But I do want to know what the threat is no one wants to talk about. When no one wants to talk about something, it's because they're afraid of something.
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[personal profile] opheliac 2022-10-04 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Y'know, I oughta! Eatin' seafood is good but for a whole month? Girl's gotta have somethin' else every once in awhile.

(and whether or not ekko offers the seat next to him means very little as she hurries over to plop herself there anyway. with a big grin, jinx tilts her head and her eyes glue on his share. )

Now, you're not gonna hog that aaaalll to yourself, are ya? Can't leave your best friend hangin', right?
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[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a common occurrence for the Lyctor Prince. Nobody ever wants to laugh at her jokes, but they always do in the end.]

No wonder there's no balls, then. What a tragic existence.

Maybe that's the curse that haunts the place.
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[personal profile] ekkoeffect 2022-10-04 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
reading doesn't make it make anymore sense.

we're not squids now, so i'm gonna stick with not being a squid.
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[personal profile] disbanding 2022-10-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[There's only so many times mean women can fool him into laughing at their jokes, surely - or so he believes. He lets out a breath, which is kind of like the tail end of the second laugh he's trying to hold back.]

Oh my god. [ma'am!!] I don't know if lighting the thing would be better or worse.

How do you suppose they're going to break the curse? Great, massive barnacles?
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[personal profile] acidjail 2022-10-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ There was a time barely a moment ago, as Mercymorn measures the horrible endlessness of time, that she would have torn herself away from that terrible anger in a molten gush of panic. It still kindles in her now, lighting spitfires in her glands, in the knot of the brain stem, but the trick of not running here is simple. It's why she follows Alecto to the floor, curling up as a much smaller mirror, heedless of the gruesome murk.

It's good to lie down. It's good to rest, finally, if only for a little while, if only like this.

She does not turn a sodden hair at Alecto's confession of fear, as laughable as it should be to imagine her afraid of anything. Mercy has had a long time to learn about fear since the last time they met.

There was a time - not the last time, but before it - she had seen Alecto lie down like this in the surf, side by side with her smiling cavalier. They had flowers in their hair, or at least her cavalier had, Alecto's more about the mouth, tongue-deep in a pink blossom, and her cavalier -

They're very close, like this. Mercy's breath stirs the blood's surface. Alecto's tears hiss on it. Mercy's hand creeps out, bit by bit, to cover her hand. ]


I'm sorry.

[ And she is, all at once, in a rush more horrid than fear. It wracks her whole body, brings freshened tears to her eyes, softer with guilt. ]

I am. [ She insists, or protests, or some muddle of the two. ] I am sorry, and it's no good, is it? Sorry and afraid and no good.
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[personal profile] prebaked 2022-10-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
( How odd. The people here don't crumble here at all. It seems as though when they're torn apart, it's far more disturbing than when a cookie is hurt. White Lily cookie can't help but wonder what people here are made of -- if she could possible create them here as she attempted to create her own kind back at home.

But, she has no interest in eating what looks to be parts of them. She has a feeling that this isn't part of a cookie's diet. She withdraws, looking almost disturbed by the offer. )


.... Do humans normally eat something that looks like it belongs to them?
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[personal profile] iaiafhtagn 2022-10-04 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose that might be true. But reading is still an important step to understanding the world! One shouldn't overlook the value of a good book!

But you are correct. We are not currently in the form of squids. So, if you believe you are not a squid, then it must be true...

...One must wonder if we're still able to squirt ink, however.
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[personal profile] centile 2022-10-04 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[mob agrees with that, a delayed nod to prove it. one could easily say the vibes of this place were indeed off, and maybe even rancid. definitely rancid in a few areas.

but please reigen, have a guileless look of a teen ready to hear whatever you have to say about the complicated matter everyone goes through, when they crawl out of the ocean to find themselves a squid. and, of course, what reigen says does manage to settle some of what mob's considering- how when they first met reigen told mob he was a human like anyone else, a relief and a guiding light through grappling with oddity and pressure. now they both weren't human, at least something in his head is telling him that much and he's inclined to believe it.

and reigen is right, mob thinks. he stills feels like himself, and reigen is reigen down to his (sometimes confused but) good advice.]


... thank you. [he wonders if he should offer the same, just reigen always had the situation under control it didn't seem likely he'd need it. that's a sentence i had to type with a straight face.

one thing he can say,]
Though I don't know if we should get takoyaki anymore.

[that's too close to a squid right, that's weird. he doesn't know squid rules.]
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[personal profile] specialtechnique 2022-10-04 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Yet another Flawless Delivery of Good Teen Advice from Reigen Arataka, expert rising star of the 21st century... Now he twists around briefly to look at Mob, giving him a very convincing and genuine grin of approval, since Mob seems to have taken his advice to heart somehow— excellent!! They're definitely having the same conversation.

And, more seriously, it's always good to, ah... remind Mob that Reigen is in his corner, as it were. Especially now that they're here, wherever here is, and the vibes are already incredibly icky. If nothing else, making sure Mob is alright will fast track Reigen's quest to understand what's going on here?

...Anyway.]
Uh, I guess not. Do they even have takoyaki around here? I haven't seen a single restaurant.

[They are, unfortunately, walking away from the boardwalk and its welcoming foodstuffs. Oopsie doodle.]

Well, I'm not in the mood for seafood, in general... [Wait, was Mob actually asking about... nahhh.] Oh, look!

[It's baskets, up ahead at what looks like it used to be a regularly manned shop stall - maybe they've gone on lunch break? Reigen points, then does a doofy little jog ahead in his suit, to pick up a particularly Large basket so he can wave it at Mob. They can put dirty prosthetics in here!!!]
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[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Ianthe looks at this tiny creature. It's brown and baked and iced with sprinkles and...

She laughs.]


Are you - Sorry, you're a talking cookie? [This is the funniest thing she's ever seen in her life.]

Are you edible? Of course you are, everything is. [She shakes her head in utter disbelief as well as an attempt to stop the laughter. She has an answer of course, she even sort of wants to answer because from a third perspective, well...

But no. Talking cookie.]


God. Normally when my food starts talking they're a lot taller than you. [Most deranged way to put that, thanks Ianthe.]

The answer is yes, by the way.
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[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She considers this like it's a matter of great scholarly discourse and not a joke. She's dead serious about committing to the bit at all times.]

Balloons. Make it fly, so it might fuck the clouds. Godspeed.
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[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-04 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't know about no one. Maybe I was feeling like bringing out the cape and tights. The costume doesn't flatter my tits, though...

[She smiles. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little curious. She is, after all, a necromancer. The greatest in her generation, even.]

No doubt they have a reason to be afraid. If it's such a bad omen and they're so scared, they can deal with it themselves. No reason why the outsiders should leap without looking.
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[personal profile] icanhearscreams 2022-10-04 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you have to do research, not just rush in and proclaim you know how to handle the problem!
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[personal profile] specialtechnique 2022-10-04 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Research is part of every one of our consultation packages, starting at the most basic level, of course!! Getting the full scope of the situation from the client AND investigating in the field is beginner stuff.

You sound somewhat experienced. Have you ever participated in an exorcism?

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