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Basic Information:
Full Name: Brooklyn, Wilson.
Unit Identification Number: #413
Date of Birth: August, 19th, 1991(27 y.o) | Fukuoka, Kyushu, Japan.
Current Residence: Civil Protection Dormitories, Urban Sector Eight.
Status: ACTIVE Urban Civil Authority Functionary, 02 Vice.
Known Aliases: None.
Administered Verdict Points: None.
Administered Loyalist Credit Points: 35+
IQ: 170.
Occupation: Urban Civil Authority Functionary, VICE Division, Medical Specialist, Rank: 02.
Faction: Universal Union | Combine | Urban Civil Authority |
Family: Grandparents: Inactive, Mother: Inactive, Father: Inactive, Brother: Active, Urban Sector 17.
Relationship Status: Unknown, Advise.
Reproduction Privileges?: Limited, 75 Sterilization Credits on record.
Universal Union Loyalty: Confirmed Loyalist - Unknown Tier - Urban Civil Authority Functionary.
Known Affiliations: SGT, Wilson; Stationed: Purple Zone, Mexico. Universal Union Conscript Functionary. | Sector-8 Loyalist Class | C8:02.M:VICE-413; Stationed: Sector-8, Sub-Sector-8, Tokyo. Urban Civil Authority. |
Recorded Record/Recorded Violations: None.
Suspected Crimes: Trespassing x2.
Known Skills and Abilities: Medical Capabilities, Problem Solving Under Pressure, Interrogation, Understanding Point of Views.
Known Weaknesses and Flaws: Drugs, Manipulative, Emotional Stress induced to Past Family Members.
Known Goals: Reach Rank Divisional Leader.
Notes: *Under no circumstances should this unit intake any of the following prescription/non-prescribed drugs: Xanax, PCP, Maeng Da Green Kratom. Nor the mention of their Brother, unless undergoing therapy. As it highly affects Unit's abilities to complete duties fully.
*Completed Advanced Riot Formation Training
*Completed Advanced Interrogation Tactics Training.
*Completed Advanced Medical & Emergency Surgery Training.
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Appearance/Personality/Medical:
Physical Information:
Weight: 155 lb.
Height: 5'9 ft.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Brown.
Facial Hair?: None.
Race and Ethnicity: Caucasian, Japanese Culture.
First Language: Japanese.
Accent: A Japanese accent masked with a Western American accent.
Physical Features: Heavy influence on Japanese attributes, due to maintaining a stable diet Unit is above-average as build goes.
Only Picture on Record, Prewar Occupational Photo:
Mentally Stable/Fit for Duties: Active.
Blood Type: A Positive. (A+)
Allergic Reactions to: None on record.
Smoker?: Yes.
Addictions?: None currently, rehab sustained addiction(s) for: PCP.
Prescribed Medicine?: UU-PK/921 x25mg daily. (Expired.)
Medical History: [Two Fractured Ribs: Healed.] [Heavy Scarring of Lung Tissue: Treated.] [Third Degree Burns Upper Right Arm: Treated.]
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Base Personality Summary Notes:
I: ESTP "The Entrepreneur." best fits Unit 413's Personality type. Elaboration: ESTPs are the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior. They live in the moment and dive into the action – they are the eye of the storm. People with the ESTP personality type enjoy drama, passion, and pleasure, not for emotional thrills, but because it’s so stimulating to their logical minds. They are forced to make critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.
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Summary of Subject's Personal History:
[Note: This information is prior to Subject's arrival to Sector-48, Sub-Sector-7B, Purple Zone. As most of this cannot be confirmed, any un-authorized use of this knowledge will result in punishment. Most information gained from Unit them self, through quotes and writings. Hence should not be taken into an non biased favor.]*Brooklyn Wilson will be =14pxreferred to as 'Unit' for Pre-Union History and Post War descriptions.______________ _______________ _______________
PRE-UNION HISTORY:
1. Unit, Brooklyn Wilson was born August 19th, 1991. [REDACTED], Japan. Making Brooklyn the first child of Johnathan Wilson, and Koi Wilson (Kahele). Due to Johnathan Wilson's occupational status, at age Two Unit's family moved to South Korea. Unit noted nothing of importance happened until age Five. Subject, Joey Wilson was born November 23rd (Unit's Brother.) At age Five Unit enrolled in Unknown Primary School. Scoring average grades throughout, being suspended twice by their 5th year. Unit noted nothing of importance during time leading up to Unknown Middle School. Unit noted grades improved during Middle School years. 1-A. ("I was never really bullied, or a quiet kid. I always knew my place with older kids, or more 'popular' kids. Even though I ran with a lot of popular people, I was sorta the outcast of them all. - I was never into dating either, some hook-ups in High school maybe but never believed in that High School Love bullshit. Parents never got into fights anyways, except for the occasional argument. My brother was always a quiet kid so I naturally made myself dependable and protective of him. I remember one day he got into a fight in Primary. He got his ass kicked, according to Joey it was his usual bullies. The next day I took him to school and beat the kid who fucked with my brother.") 2. Unit's 1st year in Unknown High School, Unit reported they we're introduced to Kratom, by 2nd year Unit had been suspended once and introduce to Marijuana. Scoring better grades due to "more hands on activities". Unit reports at age 17, year 10th, Unit dropped from High School to join the Military, fighting with her family about the benefits. Unit joined Korea's army Age 17. Being sent off to basic training only four months later. Reports state Unit exceeded expectations in certain fields and graduated from Basic earlier than most. Being sent on multiple successful assignments gaining awards throughout. 2-A. ("By my second year in the Military I had gained four awards, hadn't been injured and was accommodated. I thought I had truly found my 'calling.' I was recommended for specialist training, and was ordered to the training. I passed with good scores, and left my old brigade for 3rd Special Forces Brigade, (Airborne.) Primarily specializing in extractions and insertions to Combat Zones. It was tough but I prevailed and capitalized on the opportunity. Earning a promotion shortly after our first assignment. Ranking up was a big deal, because the Brigade I was assigned to was notorious for being the hardest to get promoted in. But I didn't care, I had my Ilbyeong patch in my hand. The equivalent to Private First Class in NATO ranks.) 3. ("I got smacked hard for talking back to my Squadron Leader, the first time I was slapped in fact, I was always the one who'd be getting rewards from the Superiors. It was our second assignment, and I had made a smart comment about some tactics. We were to rescue some operative from some area in China. We didn't know the reasons but we had our orders. Not shortly after we loaded into a helicopter and started our trip there, stopping for refuels and different transportation. Once we got to China we'd drive to the extract zone. Then carry on from there. It was a milk run. Nothing was expected to go wrong. But oh did things go very, very wrong indeed.") 4. According to documents and Unit's statement one portal from Xen formed directly on Squadrons Helicopter Formation, flying over Unknown, South Korea. Due to mis-information and un-confirmed documents and statements quotes from Unit them self will be used from here on out.] 5. ("During the helicopter rides I liked looking at the scenery of Korea, I always loved the sight of those colorful trees or the vast hills. Nothing could compare to the beauty of South Korea in the winter. As I was thinking about transferring to another Brigade. (Something I had planned to prior.) The radio's started lighting up, our lead helicopter being knocked out, the brightness of the portal blinding me in turn, the noise so immense and scary, I had to grab one of my squad mates arms to prevent the vomit that slowly crept up my throat. The light stopped but that when I noticed the harsh tug of G-Force from the helicopter being slung into a flat spin. The other helicopters either pulling off or crashing quickly. The gunshots of other helicopter's mounted weapons spewing at the life forms that were now flooding from the portal. After the helicopter entered a dive I vomited and struck my head against the floor. The only thing I remember after that is me being dragged from a burning helicopter by another squadron. I later found out I was one of seven survivors from the whole formation.") 6. (" Pop, the first noise I woke to, the subtle gunshot in the distance followed by a few more. Before the gunshots died out I had a nurse in my face asking me questions, like my name, when I was born. If I can remember what happened at all. I shrugged her off. I had suffered a minor head injury, causing a temporary short-term memory loss. After nine long weeks of Physical Training and briefing I was allowed on a small reconnaissance mission. Just me and my Ki1 rifle. I scouted out four old buildings in an occupied city, somewhere in Asia. I had now formed a hatred for what we called 'Ag' (Vorts.") 6-A.("Tat, tat. I awoke to two gunshots. I remember sighing and turning over in my cot, hoping I'd catch some more sleep. That was when my radio lit up, I had turned it down but someone was screaming so loud it sounded like the radio was on normal volume. Gunshots started light up all around the Camp. I turned up my radio, put on my Uniform as quick as I could, grabbing my rifle halfway blasting out of my tent. Our Brigade had recently been moved to another city, this city was a lot more dangerous. More Xen creatures, more deaths, more grief. This camp was bad news and everyday I prayed to survive the next. - I was just out of my tent before the deafening sound following a blue streak of light across the night sky slammed into the nearby camp headquarters. It was completely obliterated, it's three stories collapsing sending dust and debris all around. I turned as twenty more rifles lit up, even a few tank MG's. It was a three story creature, two barrels coming out of what looked to be it's stomach. Something let out a terrifying roar, a sound of pain at that. A helicopter exploded after just taking off. As the remaining officers who survived the initial explosion try to re-group and focus fire on the three legged creature. I didn't know what to think, I just aimed and shoot.") 6-B. (Disgusting looking synths started to purge and slaughter the initial camp defense, as evacuation helicopters we're being shot down by the second. One tank managed to kill the three-legged creature before it was obliterated by it. The synths on the ground started to fire on our squad as we loaded into our helicopter. I was the second to last in, our Squadron Lead the last, receiving a brutal gunshot wound in his shoulder. He bleed our minutes after takeoff. Our gunners on our Helicopter opened up on the Synths, they're bullets going straight through our helicopter, killing our second in command and Co-Pilot. Somehow, our helicopter got far enough away from the camp, suffering heavy casualties.) 6-C. (Our helicopter was drained of fuel hours later, we landed in a small town, seemingly abandoned. We we're low on ammunition, fuel, men and morale. We had no clue where we where. - As morning crept up. We started walking, our Pilot had been hit in the arm, but morphine kept him walking. No later than four hours we came across a patrol of synths, we raised our guns they raised theirs. The ended up getting us to comply, and give up. Using very broken Korean commands. I was knocked unconscious shortly after, scared as can be. I don't think I've ever feared for my life more than that night.)
POST WAR:
1. ("I was put into the conscripts, being separated from my brigade, my family, country. Everything was striped of me and I was given a new rank and title. Stationed at a Camp UULC-559-S-7, I was gutter-trash once again. No better than these malnourished kids, just we had guns. They had screw drivers. Stood aside my officer, raping a 15 year old. Him only three years older. I had my order, and I followed them. With every cry of pain from the girl I cringed. I couldn't look at the girl, or my commanding officer. This was a common thing, this was my job. After he was finished he beat them unconscious, making sure other children saw. Whenever someone intervened I had to shoot them. One, two, four, seven.The amount of children I killed on a daily bases grew. I stooped to a new low. Placing in my request for a transfer. I lost count on how many times I vomited after seeing a toddler.") 2. ("My commanding officer yelled at me directions as our Humvee's gunner lights up a building. Thump thump thump thump, the 50.cal destroyed the wall of the building as I floored the Humvee away. We had our target, our medics tending to the Resistance Member's wound. Trying to keep him alive as I floored the Humvee through the City and into the Conscripts camp. This was my job now, and I liked it, cause I was good at it. It wasn't long before I had Sargent.") 2-A. ("I had my transfer papers, I had my train ticket. I said a quick goodbye to the squad I'd come to love over four long years. Stepped on the transport. - I started out scavenging for extra food. Laying low in a small apartment, avoiding beatings. Playing it smart one could say. I hated having to look for food and I hated not being in combat. So I did the only logical thing, join the UCA. Pays decent, foods great, overall pretty good job. Still regret leaving Conscripts though.")
[Hahaha, fuck you Dixon! I can now say I have created a human-being too! Fuck you I took down your fucking format! And fucking conquered it! YES, I'm finally free. I can go masturbate, say Hi to my mom. I'm proud of myself actually.
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Basic Information:
Full Name: Brooklyn, Wilson.
Unit Identification Number: #413
Date of Birth: August, 19th, 1991(27 y.o) | Fukuoka, Kyushu, Japan.
Current Residence: Civil Protection Dormitories, Urban Sector Eight.
Status: ACTIVE Urban Civil Authority Functionary, 02 Vice.
Known Aliases: None.
Administered Verdict Points: None.
Administered Loyalist Credit Points: 35+
IQ: 170.
Occupation: Urban Civil Authority Functionary, VICE Division, Medical Specialist, Rank: 02.
Faction: Universal Union | Combine | Urban Civil Authority |
Family: Grandparents: Inactive, Mother: Inactive, Father: Inactive, Brother: Active, Urban Sector 17.
Relationship Status: Unknown, Advise.
Reproduction Privileges?: Limited, 75 Sterilization Credits on record.
Universal Union Loyalty: Confirmed Loyalist - Unknown Tier - Urban Civil Authority Functionary.
Known Affiliations: SGT, Wilson; Stationed: Purple Zone, Mexico. Universal Union Conscript Functionary. | Sector-8 Loyalist Class | C8:02.M:VICE-413; Stationed: Sector-8, Sub-Sector-8, Tokyo. Urban Civil Authority. |
Recorded Record/Recorded Violations: None.
Suspected Crimes: Trespassing x2.
Known Skills and Abilities: Medical Capabilities, Problem Solving Under Pressure, Interrogation, Understanding Point of Views.
Known Weaknesses and Flaws: Drugs, Manipulative, Emotional Stress induced to Past Family Members.
Known Goals: Reach Rank Divisional Leader.
Notes: *Under no circumstances should this unit intake any of the following prescription/non-prescribed drugs: Xanax, PCP, Maeng Da Green Kratom. Nor the mention of their Brother, unless undergoing therapy. As it highly affects Unit's abilities to complete duties fully.
*Completed Advanced Riot Formation Training
*Completed Advanced Interrogation Tactics Training.
*Completed Advanced Medical & Emergency Surgery Training.
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Appearance/Personality/Medical:
Physical Information:
Weight: 155 lb.
Height: 5'9 ft.
Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Brown.
Facial Hair?: None.
Race and Ethnicity: Caucasian, Japanese Culture.
First Language: Japanese.
Accent: A Japanese accent masked with a Western American accent.
Physical Features: Heavy influence on Japanese attributes, due to maintaining a stable diet Unit is above-average as build goes.
Only Picture on Record, Prewar Occupational Photo:
Mentally Stable/Fit for Duties: Active.
Blood Type: A Positive. (A+)
Allergic Reactions to: None on record.
Smoker?: Yes.
Addictions?: None currently, rehab sustained addiction(s) for: PCP.
Prescribed Medicine?: UU-PK/921 x25mg daily. (Expired.)
Medical History: [Two Fractured Ribs: Healed.] [Heavy Scarring of Lung Tissue: Treated.] [Third Degree Burns Upper Right Arm: Treated.]
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Base Personality Summary Notes:
I: ESTP "The Entrepreneur." best fits Unit 413's Personality type. Elaboration: ESTPs are the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior. They live in the moment and dive into the action – they are the eye of the storm. People with the ESTP personality type enjoy drama, passion, and pleasure, not for emotional thrills, but because it’s so stimulating to their logical minds. They are forced to make critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.
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Summary of Subject's Personal History:
[Note: This information is prior to Subject's arrival to Sector-48, Sub-Sector-7B, Purple Zone. As most of this cannot be confirmed, any un-authorized use of this knowledge will result in punishment. Most information gained from Unit them self, through quotes and writings. Hence should not be taken into an non biased favor.]*Brooklyn Wilson will be =14pxreferred to as 'Unit' for Pre-Union History and Post War descriptions.______________ _______________ _______________
PRE-UNION HISTORY:
1. Unit, Brooklyn Wilson was born August 19th, 1991. [REDACTED], Japan. Making Brooklyn the first child of Johnathan Wilson, and Koi Wilson (Kahele). Due to Johnathan Wilson's occupational status, at age Two Unit's family moved to South Korea. Unit noted nothing of importance happened until age Five. Subject, Joey Wilson was born November 23rd (Unit's Brother.) At age Five Unit enrolled in Unknown Primary School. Scoring average grades throughout, being suspended twice by their 5th year. Unit noted nothing of importance during time leading up to Unknown Middle School. Unit noted grades improved during Middle School years. 1-A. ("I was never really bullied, or a quiet kid. I always knew my place with older kids, or more 'popular' kids. Even though I ran with a lot of popular people, I was sorta the outcast of them all. - I was never into dating either, some hook-ups in High school maybe but never believed in that High School Love bullshit. Parents never got into fights anyways, except for the occasional argument. My brother was always a quiet kid so I naturally made myself dependable and protective of him. I remember one day he got into a fight in Primary. He got his ass kicked, according to Joey it was his usual bullies. The next day I took him to school and beat the kid who fucked with my brother.") 2. Unit's 1st year in Unknown High School, Unit reported they we're introduced to Kratom, by 2nd year Unit had been suspended once and introduce to Marijuana. Scoring better grades due to "more hands on activities". Unit reports at age 17, year 10th, Unit dropped from High School to join the Military, fighting with her family about the benefits. Unit joined Korea's army Age 17. Being sent off to basic training only four months later. Reports state Unit exceeded expectations in certain fields and graduated from Basic earlier than most. Being sent on multiple successful assignments gaining awards throughout. 2-A. ("By my second year in the Military I had gained four awards, hadn't been injured and was accommodated. I thought I had truly found my 'calling.' I was recommended for specialist training, and was ordered to the training. I passed with good scores, and left my old brigade for 3rd Special Forces Brigade, (Airborne.) Primarily specializing in extractions and insertions to Combat Zones. It was tough but I prevailed and capitalized on the opportunity. Earning a promotion shortly after our first assignment. Ranking up was a big deal, because the Brigade I was assigned to was notorious for being the hardest to get promoted in. But I didn't care, I had my Ilbyeong patch in my hand. The equivalent to Private First Class in NATO ranks.) 3. ("I got smacked hard for talking back to my Squadron Leader, the first time I was slapped in fact, I was always the one who'd be getting rewards from the Superiors. It was our second assignment, and I had made a smart comment about some tactics. We were to rescue some operative from some area in China. We didn't know the reasons but we had our orders. Not shortly after we loaded into a helicopter and started our trip there, stopping for refuels and different transportation. Once we got to China we'd drive to the extract zone. Then carry on from there. It was a milk run. Nothing was expected to go wrong. But oh did things go very, very wrong indeed.") 4. According to documents and Unit's statement one portal from Xen formed directly on Squadrons Helicopter Formation, flying over Unknown, South Korea. Due to mis-information and un-confirmed documents and statements quotes from Unit them self will be used from here on out.] 5. ("During the helicopter rides I liked looking at the scenery of Korea, I always loved the sight of those colorful trees or the vast hills. Nothing could compare to the beauty of South Korea in the winter. As I was thinking about transferring to another Brigade. (Something I had planned to prior.) The radio's started lighting up, our lead helicopter being knocked out, the brightness of the portal blinding me in turn, the noise so immense and scary, I had to grab one of my squad mates arms to prevent the vomit that slowly crept up my throat. The light stopped but that when I noticed the harsh tug of G-Force from the helicopter being slung into a flat spin. The other helicopters either pulling off or crashing quickly. The gunshots of other helicopter's mounted weapons spewing at the life forms that were now flooding from the portal. After the helicopter entered a dive I vomited and struck my head against the floor. The only thing I remember after that is me being dragged from a burning helicopter by another squadron. I later found out I was one of seven survivors from the whole formation.") 6. (" Pop, the first noise I woke to, the subtle gunshot in the distance followed by a few more. Before the gunshots died out I had a nurse in my face asking me questions, like my name, when I was born. If I can remember what happened at all. I shrugged her off. I had suffered a minor head injury, causing a temporary short-term memory loss. After nine long weeks of Physical Training and briefing I was allowed on a small reconnaissance mission. Just me and my Ki1 rifle. I scouted out four old buildings in an occupied city, somewhere in Asia. I had now formed a hatred for what we called 'Ag' (Vorts.") 6-A.("Tat, tat. I awoke to two gunshots. I remember sighing and turning over in my cot, hoping I'd catch some more sleep. That was when my radio lit up, I had turned it down but someone was screaming so loud it sounded like the radio was on normal volume. Gunshots started light up all around the Camp. I turned up my radio, put on my Uniform as quick as I could, grabbing my rifle halfway blasting out of my tent. Our Brigade had recently been moved to another city, this city was a lot more dangerous. More Xen creatures, more deaths, more grief. This camp was bad news and everyday I prayed to survive the next. - I was just out of my tent before the deafening sound following a blue streak of light across the night sky slammed into the nearby camp headquarters. It was completely obliterated, it's three stories collapsing sending dust and debris all around. I turned as twenty more rifles lit up, even a few tank MG's. It was a three story creature, two barrels coming out of what looked to be it's stomach. Something let out a terrifying roar, a sound of pain at that. A helicopter exploded after just taking off. As the remaining officers who survived the initial explosion try to re-group and focus fire on the three legged creature. I didn't know what to think, I just aimed and shoot.") 6-B. (Disgusting looking synths started to purge and slaughter the initial camp defense, as evacuation helicopters we're being shot down by the second. One tank managed to kill the three-legged creature before it was obliterated by it. The synths on the ground started to fire on our squad as we loaded into our helicopter. I was the second to last in, our Squadron Lead the last, receiving a brutal gunshot wound in his shoulder. He bleed our minutes after takeoff. Our gunners on our Helicopter opened up on the Synths, they're bullets going straight through our helicopter, killing our second in command and Co-Pilot. Somehow, our helicopter got far enough away from the camp, suffering heavy casualties.) 6-C. (Our helicopter was drained of fuel hours later, we landed in a small town, seemingly abandoned. We we're low on ammunition, fuel, men and morale. We had no clue where we where. - As morning crept up. We started walking, our Pilot had been hit in the arm, but morphine kept him walking. No later than four hours we came across a patrol of synths, we raised our guns they raised theirs. The ended up getting us to comply, and give up. Using very broken Korean commands. I was knocked unconscious shortly after, scared as can be. I don't think I've ever feared for my life more than that night.)
POST WAR:
1. ("I was put into the conscripts, being separated from my brigade, my family, country. Everything was striped of me and I was given a new rank and title. Stationed at a Camp UULC-559-S-7, I was gutter-trash once again. No better than these malnourished kids, just we had guns. They had screw drivers. Stood aside my officer, raping a 15 year old. Him only three years older. I had my order, and I followed them. With every cry of pain from the girl I cringed. I couldn't look at the girl, or my commanding officer. This was a common thing, this was my job. After he was finished he beat them unconscious, making sure other children saw. Whenever someone intervened I had to shoot them. One, two, four, seven.The amount of children I killed on a daily bases grew. I stooped to a new low. Placing in my request for a transfer. I lost count on how many times I vomited after seeing a toddler.") 2. ("My commanding officer yelled at me directions as our Humvee's gunner lights up a building. Thump thump thump thump, the 50.cal destroyed the wall of the building as I floored the Humvee away. We had our target, our medics tending to the Resistance Member's wound. Trying to keep him alive as I floored the Humvee through the City and into the Conscripts camp. This was my job now, and I liked it, cause I was good at it. It wasn't long before I had Sargent.") 2-A. ("I had my transfer papers, I had my train ticket. I said a quick goodbye to the squad I'd come to love over four long years. Stepped on the transport. - I started out scavenging for extra food. Laying low in a small apartment, avoiding beatings. Playing it smart one could say. I hated having to look for food and I hated not being in combat. So I did the only logical thing, join the UCA. Pays decent, foods great, overall pretty good job. Still regret leaving Conscripts though.")
[Hahaha, fuck you Dixon! I can now say I have created a human-being too! Fuck you I took down your fucking format! And fucking conquered it! YES, I'm finally free. I can go masturbate, say Hi to my mom. I'm proud of myself actually.
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