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Bulletwoundedbuttcheek
The Waco Kid
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2020
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WHAT UUUUUUUP BLUE SIDE OF THE MOON!?!?!
Y'all can call me Bulletwoundedbuttcheek, BC, Bulletwound, Butts, or whatever else you can cook up, I'm easy. If the title of this thread didn't tip you off then let me enlighten you as to what I seek: a partner or two to roleplay with me. Simple enough, right? Like I said: I'm easy. I'm going to try to organize the thread so it's neat, and looks all pretty an' such, but bear with me as I'm not the most web-literate.
With that out of the way, here's a quick peek into what revs my engine!
Finally, on to the actual requests!
(Now I just want to say that nothing is set in stone, any aspect of the following ideas are up for negotiation and modification unless expressly stated otherwise; and these are just some of my ideas, if you have any of your own that you want to run by me, then please do!)
Well, I hope some of that an impact on you out there. If you feel like playing with me in any capacity, please hit me up! And stay tuned for more story ideas to come!
Y'all can call me Bulletwoundedbuttcheek, BC, Bulletwound, Butts, or whatever else you can cook up, I'm easy. If the title of this thread didn't tip you off then let me enlighten you as to what I seek: a partner or two to roleplay with me. Simple enough, right? Like I said: I'm easy. I'm going to try to organize the thread so it's neat, and looks all pretty an' such, but bear with me as I'm not the most web-literate.
About me:
I'm on this website mostly to hone my rusty writing skills and for a pleasant escape when life gets heavy. As such I tend to have lengthy or descriptive posts. I have run into people that write far more than I, but expect an average of 3 paragraphs per post. I do NOT ask the same from my partner, write what you're comfortable writing, though I do give mad respect anyone that can keep up with me or even exceed me. And as far as the adult content is concerned I can be happy RPing a story where it's merely pepper in here and there, or I do outright smut depending on what my partner prefers; that being said, I do prefer a balance of story and sex. And that leads me to...
Warnings:
So the biggest thing that I need to warn you about, if you're willing to RP with me, is that I am not the person that is constantly online and able to respond seconds after your post. Honestly, I may take a little to reply to you, I do have a life away from the computer screen and I pray that you do too. And life can be demanding sometimes, which is why all I can promise is that I will respond to you at least once a week and try to be more frequent than that. If I need to disappear for any reason, I will do my best to let you know how long I will be away.
Other than that the only warning is that I tend to be... un-PC is the nicest way I can put it. I can tend to be crass. There it is. I can be rather vulgar and off-color, and if I think it'll bring some humor and/or zest to a story, I'll say nearly anything. If you're easily offended or upset, then please let me know so I can be mindful, or just stay away.
Rules:
(So, this isn't a hard list and there shouldn't be many of them, so bear with me here)
1.) No waste products (feces/urine), vomit, or viscera in a sexual context
2.) I don't really want to leave this site to RP, so please don't ask about Discord or any other platform
3.) I will write from a male perspective 99% of the time, please have something special or unique prepared if you ask me to play as a female character
4.) Please no chat or text speak unless it fits well into a specific scene
5.) I am a fan of a lot of series and media, but I will not play as an existing character. I will play out a story in an existing world, i.e. Harry Potter, Outlaw Star, X-men, etc., but I will always play as an original character. Though I do not necessarily demand the same of my partner, it is a rare occasion that I will play against well-established character.
6.) Don't make me come up with any new additions to this list
I'm on this website mostly to hone my rusty writing skills and for a pleasant escape when life gets heavy. As such I tend to have lengthy or descriptive posts. I have run into people that write far more than I, but expect an average of 3 paragraphs per post. I do NOT ask the same from my partner, write what you're comfortable writing, though I do give mad respect anyone that can keep up with me or even exceed me. And as far as the adult content is concerned I can be happy RPing a story where it's merely pepper in here and there, or I do outright smut depending on what my partner prefers; that being said, I do prefer a balance of story and sex. And that leads me to...
Warnings:
So the biggest thing that I need to warn you about, if you're willing to RP with me, is that I am not the person that is constantly online and able to respond seconds after your post. Honestly, I may take a little to reply to you, I do have a life away from the computer screen and I pray that you do too. And life can be demanding sometimes, which is why all I can promise is that I will respond to you at least once a week and try to be more frequent than that. If I need to disappear for any reason, I will do my best to let you know how long I will be away.
Other than that the only warning is that I tend to be... un-PC is the nicest way I can put it. I can tend to be crass. There it is. I can be rather vulgar and off-color, and if I think it'll bring some humor and/or zest to a story, I'll say nearly anything. If you're easily offended or upset, then please let me know so I can be mindful, or just stay away.
Rules:
(So, this isn't a hard list and there shouldn't be many of them, so bear with me here)
1.) No waste products (feces/urine), vomit, or viscera in a sexual context
2.) I don't really want to leave this site to RP, so please don't ask about Discord or any other platform
3.) I will write from a male perspective 99% of the time, please have something special or unique prepared if you ask me to play as a female character
4.) Please no chat or text speak unless it fits well into a specific scene
5.) I am a fan of a lot of series and media, but I will not play as an existing character. I will play out a story in an existing world, i.e. Harry Potter, Outlaw Star, X-men, etc., but I will always play as an original character. Though I do not necessarily demand the same of my partner, it is a rare occasion that I will play against well-established character.
6.) Don't make me come up with any new additions to this list
With that out of the way, here's a quick peek into what revs my engine!
Generally speaking, I tend to be a sub when given the choice and that is my preferred position if it comes down to a dom/sub situation, though I can easily play switch or straight dom if required. I am happy to play in to most anyone's preferences, but as a sub I LOVE petplay, especially when it's affectionate though I will not shy away from anything rough. I also like a little humiliation. In general, as vague as it sounds, I get turned on by the taboo. This often comes in the form of forbidden relationships, and the most common one I revert to is incest. If that bothers you, I cannot blame you in the least and it is not a requirement for any of my ideas, unless expressly stated. But other than incest I like roles or positions of power being reversed, like a genie enslaving their master or a traditionalist millionaire businessman loses his job and has to become subservient to his trophy wife, shit like that. I also like futanari or just generally 'chicks with dicks' paired with males. And I do quite enjoy dark skin on my partner as well. That's all that I can think of for now, but I will likely update this section once I create an F List.
(Now I just want to say that nothing is set in stone, any aspect of the following ideas are up for negotiation and modification unless expressly stated otherwise; and these are just some of my ideas, if you have any of your own that you want to run by me, then please do!)
There's a pair of cousins in a town somewhere out in America that bring the property value where they go way down. They're a couple of losers, kinda bummy, pretty selfish and not the brightest. And the two LOVE weed. Some other things too, but nothing compares to their deep adoration of canabis. The older cousin even sells weed. One day the younger cuz has reached the bedrock bottom of boredom and so heads to the other's house to grab a sack to make it all better. The younger shows up at the dealer's door, ready to smoke, but their older cousin is all out of the sticky-icky and the duo soon finds out via a convenient news broadcast that the local supplier was taken down in a massive raid the previous weekend. Terrified and upset the 2 scrounge about the house for all the weed scraps they can find and manage to get enough to roll a skinny blunt which they proceed to blaze up. While chilling the two discuss what to do next, and start planning a trip to Colorado when one of them gets a spark of passion and comes up with the crazy idea of driving to Washington, D.C. and kidnapping the President to hold them ransom for the total decriminalization of weed around the country. Baked more thoroughly than any potato, the two commit to this plan, load up in their car and set out for the capital and all the zany adventures waiting for them in between.
((I figured this one would play out like any good stoner film with Jay and Silent Bob particularly in mind. I want this to be wacky, humorous, and vulgar. Some ideas of adventures would be: running into and befriending Bigfoot; breaking into a zoo and stealing an exotic animal companion/mascot; exposing a megachurch's ties to the mafia; helping an illegal Canadian immigrant avoid the law; etc. We can have more of an emphasis on the "story" side of things, or we can go harder on the smut, either way. I envisioned this as cousins, but I am open to changing the relationship, nothing is solidified here. I also plan to play an obsessed, bumbling police character that follows them on their trip to try and bring them to justice, regardless of jurisdiction.))
((I figured this one would play out like any good stoner film with Jay and Silent Bob particularly in mind. I want this to be wacky, humorous, and vulgar. Some ideas of adventures would be: running into and befriending Bigfoot; breaking into a zoo and stealing an exotic animal companion/mascot; exposing a megachurch's ties to the mafia; helping an illegal Canadian immigrant avoid the law; etc. We can have more of an emphasis on the "story" side of things, or we can go harder on the smut, either way. I envisioned this as cousins, but I am open to changing the relationship, nothing is solidified here. I also plan to play an obsessed, bumbling police character that follows them on their trip to try and bring them to justice, regardless of jurisdiction.))
In a small town in modern America two teens languish through a Summer spent away from home. Maybe one is there to visit family, maybe one is there as punishment for bad behavior during the year; regardless of why, neither one wants to waste their Summer days in such a podunk town away from their friends. Towards the end of the season the two wind up in the local park and finally meet as a stray dog and curiosity bring them together. They have fun playing with it for a while, and can't help notice that despite how comfortable he is with people and how well trained he is, that he does not have a collar. The two decide it's their duty to help mind the dog's master, but when they try to collect the dog, it runs away from them. Not far, though, it only goes a dozen or so yards away from them and wags it's tail, almost as if beckoning them to follow him. The pair give chase, and soon find themselves dodging branches and tripping on tree roots as they pursue the hound into the woods. As they continue further into the woods that should not be so deep, the find the dog happily waiting for them in the open gateway of a long, low, stone wall stretching into eternity that looks like it would be more at home in rural England than 21st century small town America. They of course go after it, and he of course takes off deeper into forest, leading them into a faerie land of the unknown. Now the 2 are trapped with their dog in this magical wood, surrounded by people and monsters and spirits ripped right from folklore, good ol' Americana, and bounce from place to place, getting wrapped up in adventures while they look for a way home. But as they continue their misadventures one of the teens begins to question why. Why should they go back to the mundane, and often disappointing normal world when they've become a wandering hero of the weird? Why bother being alive as a normal man when they can exist forever in a world of legends?
((So this idea is based on the cartoon series Over The Garden Wall, the video game Where The Water Tastes Like Wine, and the episode of The Twilight Zone, A Stop a Wiloughby. I figured the teens would be between 15-18 (I done read the rules, bruh), at least still in school in some fashion. This idea was meant to be a bit more episodic, going from random adventure/quest to random adventure/quest with the loose thread of looking for home stringing them together. The kids could meet Johnny Appleseed and find out what happened to him and his, or be chased by the Jersey Devil, or the kids could have to catch a legendary giant catfish from a local stream a-la Bigfish. This one isn't fully hammered out, but a story I've wanted to play with for some time. There are no set sexes for the teens, so the pairing could be whatever and it does not matter to me who plays the teen that eventually wants to stay lost))
((So this idea is based on the cartoon series Over The Garden Wall, the video game Where The Water Tastes Like Wine, and the episode of The Twilight Zone, A Stop a Wiloughby. I figured the teens would be between 15-18 (I done read the rules, bruh), at least still in school in some fashion. This idea was meant to be a bit more episodic, going from random adventure/quest to random adventure/quest with the loose thread of looking for home stringing them together. The kids could meet Johnny Appleseed and find out what happened to him and his, or be chased by the Jersey Devil, or the kids could have to catch a legendary giant catfish from a local stream a-la Bigfish. This one isn't fully hammered out, but a story I've wanted to play with for some time. There are no set sexes for the teens, so the pairing could be whatever and it does not matter to me who plays the teen that eventually wants to stay lost))
Two siblings are each others worlds. The younger brother was always odd and had a difficult time getting along with other kids, and often even adults, but his older sibling was the exception to the rule. The pair always got along well, but after their parents' messy divorce and the subsequent disappearance of their father from their lives, the two clung even more tightly together. But life happens and time moves on, taking the older sibling away to university. They worked hard and managed to get a full scholarship to a good school only 10 hours from home; but those 10 hours became an insurmountable gulf separating the siblings as neither had a car and life continued it's forward march, piling things high upon both of their plates. While their sibling is away, the younger brother retreats even deeper into themselves, barely speaking with anyone they were not required to. The pair talked about keeping in touch with emails and phone calls, but university life is demanding and their separate schedules never seemed to sync up, so there was not much contact between them for the first year. While on their own and free, the elder does what everyone does when at university and experiments with many things, including their sexuality and inner desires. They quickly get involved with the BDSM scene and discover their inner Dominant, and they indulge fully in this new side of their life within their friend circle. Eventually the first few semesters pass and the second Winter holiday rears it's head; finally the elder is able to return home, hitching a ride with friends who are passing through on their own way. When their brother finds out they are ecstatic and begin to open up, but the time and distance separating the two allowed things to change between them, and soon they both discover feelings of attraction to the other. The younger brother struggles to identify his feelings and acknowledge his sexuality, as this is the first time he's ever felt this way, though he knows it is wrong. The elder, on the other hand, struggles deeply with temptation and sees through their brother easily, so fights at every turn the desire to tease and egg him on. Of course, eventually the pair cave in and admit their feelings, indulging deeply in one another before reality settles in and they're faced with a grim set of decisions.
((This one is far less story driven, and is basically smut; it's supposed to be a sweeter BDSM love story about a forbidden couple. I was thinking the pair's ages should be 15 and 19, but we can certainly age them up. Normally I would say that the relationship of the teens is flexible, but I must insist on incest in this case; a pair of cousins would be fine. And in this case I do insist on playing the younger brother))
((This one is far less story driven, and is basically smut; it's supposed to be a sweeter BDSM love story about a forbidden couple. I was thinking the pair's ages should be 15 and 19, but we can certainly age them up. Normally I would say that the relationship of the teens is flexible, but I must insist on incest in this case; a pair of cousins would be fine. And in this case I do insist on playing the younger brother))
(More will be added eventually)
- Basic Isekai schtick where a loser finds themselves transferred to a fantasy land with special abilities where they wind up with an inhuman (elf, demon, beastman, etc. (or something odd and original if you're feeling up to it)) lover.
- Two teens at a boarding school for boys, but one is secretly a girl crossdressing for personal reasons. (In this scenario I must insist on playing the male).
- A biologist/explorer/adventurer stumbling across a lost island who falls in love with their native guide. (In this scenario I pictured the island like Skull Island from King Kong, or Dinosaur Island from DC comics or something fantastic like that, but it could easily be taken in a more grounded sense, exploring speculative evolution. I also envisioned this scenario as a male x male one with the native hunter culture being rather 'Greek' in nature, but male x female would work fine as well).
- A pair of siblings normally at each other's throats having to learn to get along and survive in a crazy, mutant/monster apocalypse world. (The sibling bit is entirely negotiable, any relationship would work.
- Basic Isekai schtick where a loser finds themselves transferred to a fantasy land with special abilities where they wind up with an inhuman (elf, demon, beastman, etc. (or something odd and original if you're feeling up to it)) lover.
- Two teens at a boarding school for boys, but one is secretly a girl crossdressing for personal reasons. (In this scenario I must insist on playing the male).
- A biologist/explorer/adventurer stumbling across a lost island who falls in love with their native guide. (In this scenario I pictured the island like Skull Island from King Kong, or Dinosaur Island from DC comics or something fantastic like that, but it could easily be taken in a more grounded sense, exploring speculative evolution. I also envisioned this scenario as a male x male one with the native hunter culture being rather 'Greek' in nature, but male x female would work fine as well).
- A pair of siblings normally at each other's throats having to learn to get along and survive in a crazy, mutant/monster apocalypse world. (The sibling bit is entirely negotiable, any relationship would work.
(More added all the time!)
- Noble x Gypsy
- Teenage Delinquents
- Slave x Master
- Monster x Hunter
- Siblings
- Cousins
- Angler x Water Sprite
- Elf x Human
- Hermit Mystic x Curious Villager
- Master x Apprentice
- Animal Lover x Beastman
- Bandmates
- (Space) Pirate x Stowaway
- Summoned Demon x Summoner
-Guardian Angel x Hopeless Loser
- Childhood Friends Turned Odd Couple
- Lawman x Master Thief
- Student x Teacher
- Timetraveler x "Native"
- Spies
- Noble x Gypsy
- Teenage Delinquents
- Slave x Master
- Monster x Hunter
- Siblings
- Cousins
- Angler x Water Sprite
- Elf x Human
- Hermit Mystic x Curious Villager
- Master x Apprentice
- Animal Lover x Beastman
- Bandmates
- (Space) Pirate x Stowaway
- Summoned Demon x Summoner
-Guardian Angel x Hopeless Loser
- Childhood Friends Turned Odd Couple
- Lawman x Master Thief
- Student x Teacher
- Timetraveler x "Native"
- Spies
((This is related to the last idea of the previous section))
Please be okay, please be okay... the boy thought to himself on repeat, a little mantra or prayer that the cynical side of him knew was in vain. Desmond Krowe, Des, sprinted down the street of his old childhood neighborhood looking worse for wear, covered in scratches with holes in his clothes and a maroon stripe of blood drying on the left side of his face. His dirty blonde hair flowed behind him in a ponytail as he ran with all the strength he could muster, his sneakers slapping the pavement like they owed him money and his chest heaving dangerously as he gulped the air, praying whatever had changed the rest of world wasn't flowing into his burning lungs. As his family's home came into sight his eyes narrowed and he put on even more speed, fists clenching unconsciously. In his right hand he held a cheap, rusty, old machete he had lifted from the Plisskens' eternally open garage, Mr. Plissken's - or whatever the hell was left of him - own blood decorating the sides of the blade, drying slowly in the rush of wind.
Des Krowe was a fairly normal misfit type "young adult" with the usual family issues, out with old friends at a local pool hall on a fairly normal day while he was on break from university. That was where the normalcy ended. Out of nowhere sirens blared like Silent Hill monsters were on their way and a newscast came on over every possible speaker, calmly explaining that a fucking missile was flying through their airspace and on a direct collision course with the neighborhood next to Des' own! The talking head warned of a lockdown and everyone in the pool hall dove under the tables or behind the bar; Desmond however was out the door and running like a madman before the broadcast could even finish it's first round of instructions. He didn't know why he did it, it was some reflex, his mind just went blank, a picture of his Mom, Dad, and little brother flashed, and before he could process anything his legs were pumping as hard as they could. This missile crashed into the Whispering Meadows subdivision, though there was no fireball, no mushroom cloud, just a shower of dust and debris and giant gaping crater. The thing wasn't a bomb in the traditional sense. What no one knew was that this particular projectile was spreading some sort of gas over it's flight path, blanketing the city; and this particular gas was like some super villain's secret weapon lifted from a bond film, or Marvel comics. It was mutagenic in nature. Highly mutagenic. Whatever it affected broke down into primordial soup and reconstituted itself into something from teenage Cronenberg's wet dreams, though it appeared to do so randomly, affecting some organisms while leaving others, like dear ol' Des, alone and unharmed. Pfft. Unharmed my ass. As Des made his way home, first on foot and then in a commandeered shitbox coupe, and then back on foot, he had had to fight his way through several of these monstrosities. And he saw plenty of other people, caught outside or rushing to their family like himself, get jumped and ripped to shreds by these grotesque freaks, viscera painting the pavement like a satanic street artist. It was sickening, and later on these moments would haunt the boy in the quiet hours of his life; but at the moment he was driven by a singular purpose and he pushed his way through the gore of the apocalypse unfeelingly.
Though Des never much liked his family, enough to the point that he jumped at the chance to leave town at the first opportunity, his heart still raced as images of the worst possible kind ran frantically through his mind when he leaped up the porch steps and stood gasping for breath in front of the door. He paused a moment, fear gripping him at the base of his heart sending a cold chill rippling through him; but the boy had come this far, he wouldn't stop now. He steeled himself, swallowed down his fear, and threw open the door as he raised his weapon.
Nothing. He scanned the front of the house: the living room, dining room, and hallway that lead back to the kitchen and den. He took a cautious step inside, muscle memory forcing him to close the door behind him with an conspicuous slam. The house was eerily quiet, no television on, no sound of business in the kitchen, no dad ranting to himself about politics from the den, no sounds of his brother busying himself with whatever the hell he did these days. "Mom...? Dad...?" he called out, making sure he was loud enough to be heard, but not yelling to avoid attention from outside. "Brat...?" As he awaited a response he made his way towards the stairs in the hall, figuring if anyone or anything was in the back of the first floor he likely would have heard something rustling around. He ascended the first step, the wood creaking almost mockingly under his foot. "Anyone up there...?" he called again, slowly, deliberately climbing the stairs. His grip on the machete tightened and his breath came sharper as he began to hear sick, squelching noises distantly above him as he climbed higher. Please... Please no...
Please be okay, please be okay... the boy thought to himself on repeat, a little mantra or prayer that the cynical side of him knew was in vain. Desmond Krowe, Des, sprinted down the street of his old childhood neighborhood looking worse for wear, covered in scratches with holes in his clothes and a maroon stripe of blood drying on the left side of his face. His dirty blonde hair flowed behind him in a ponytail as he ran with all the strength he could muster, his sneakers slapping the pavement like they owed him money and his chest heaving dangerously as he gulped the air, praying whatever had changed the rest of world wasn't flowing into his burning lungs. As his family's home came into sight his eyes narrowed and he put on even more speed, fists clenching unconsciously. In his right hand he held a cheap, rusty, old machete he had lifted from the Plisskens' eternally open garage, Mr. Plissken's - or whatever the hell was left of him - own blood decorating the sides of the blade, drying slowly in the rush of wind.
Des Krowe was a fairly normal misfit type "young adult" with the usual family issues, out with old friends at a local pool hall on a fairly normal day while he was on break from university. That was where the normalcy ended. Out of nowhere sirens blared like Silent Hill monsters were on their way and a newscast came on over every possible speaker, calmly explaining that a fucking missile was flying through their airspace and on a direct collision course with the neighborhood next to Des' own! The talking head warned of a lockdown and everyone in the pool hall dove under the tables or behind the bar; Desmond however was out the door and running like a madman before the broadcast could even finish it's first round of instructions. He didn't know why he did it, it was some reflex, his mind just went blank, a picture of his Mom, Dad, and little brother flashed, and before he could process anything his legs were pumping as hard as they could. This missile crashed into the Whispering Meadows subdivision, though there was no fireball, no mushroom cloud, just a shower of dust and debris and giant gaping crater. The thing wasn't a bomb in the traditional sense. What no one knew was that this particular projectile was spreading some sort of gas over it's flight path, blanketing the city; and this particular gas was like some super villain's secret weapon lifted from a bond film, or Marvel comics. It was mutagenic in nature. Highly mutagenic. Whatever it affected broke down into primordial soup and reconstituted itself into something from teenage Cronenberg's wet dreams, though it appeared to do so randomly, affecting some organisms while leaving others, like dear ol' Des, alone and unharmed. Pfft. Unharmed my ass. As Des made his way home, first on foot and then in a commandeered shitbox coupe, and then back on foot, he had had to fight his way through several of these monstrosities. And he saw plenty of other people, caught outside or rushing to their family like himself, get jumped and ripped to shreds by these grotesque freaks, viscera painting the pavement like a satanic street artist. It was sickening, and later on these moments would haunt the boy in the quiet hours of his life; but at the moment he was driven by a singular purpose and he pushed his way through the gore of the apocalypse unfeelingly.
Though Des never much liked his family, enough to the point that he jumped at the chance to leave town at the first opportunity, his heart still raced as images of the worst possible kind ran frantically through his mind when he leaped up the porch steps and stood gasping for breath in front of the door. He paused a moment, fear gripping him at the base of his heart sending a cold chill rippling through him; but the boy had come this far, he wouldn't stop now. He steeled himself, swallowed down his fear, and threw open the door as he raised his weapon.
Nothing. He scanned the front of the house: the living room, dining room, and hallway that lead back to the kitchen and den. He took a cautious step inside, muscle memory forcing him to close the door behind him with an conspicuous slam. The house was eerily quiet, no television on, no sound of business in the kitchen, no dad ranting to himself about politics from the den, no sounds of his brother busying himself with whatever the hell he did these days. "Mom...? Dad...?" he called out, making sure he was loud enough to be heard, but not yelling to avoid attention from outside. "Brat...?" As he awaited a response he made his way towards the stairs in the hall, figuring if anyone or anything was in the back of the first floor he likely would have heard something rustling around. He ascended the first step, the wood creaking almost mockingly under his foot. "Anyone up there...?" he called again, slowly, deliberately climbing the stairs. His grip on the machete tightened and his breath came sharper as he began to hear sick, squelching noises distantly above him as he climbed higher. Please... Please no...
Well, I hope some of that an impact on you out there. If you feel like playing with me in any capacity, please hit me up! And stay tuned for more story ideas to come!
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