CONGRATZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PUT ME BACK PUT ME BACK IM NOT DONE

BREAKING NEWS: A large scale guerrilla war is underway in Washington D.C. The surrounding areas are covered in debris, so please avoid downtown on your commute today. Traffic is "hella" backed up. Get it? "Hell", but with an "a" at the end? That's a word younger people seem to enjoy using. I don't really like it though. I wrote it because it seemed like the natural kind of pun to make for this situation, but now that I see it in text, I feel like it was a mistake. A mistake I can't take back... like cheating on my wife. I'm so sorry Martha, I shouldn't have done it, but you did gain a lot of weight after the baby and I really needed some space. You know what? No, that was a good call. I banged the cleaning lady, and that was a pretty nice time. Even though she laughed at me when I told her I couldn't get off unless she licked my foot first. I don't see how that's a weird request. Maybe if I'd just gotten a hooker she would have been more agreeable. The point is my wife was a fucking bitch. One time we went to the zoo and I got really mad because I thought the Orangutan was making fun of me. He kept doing that stupid duck lip face? The one where their lips get all puckered? Then it started screaming, and that really pissed me off.
It was approximately 2:46 in the morning when I had been laying in bed, scrolling through youtube. Looking for something, anything to amuse my socially deprived brain. Scrolling, I had caught a glimpse of something. I scrolled up to check out what it was, “music that makes you poop”. I laughed, sure why not. I tapped on the video, before I could get a warning, the alien like beats spewed through my ears. I laughed at it’s stupidity, what utter nonsense — That’s when I was cut off. An odd rumbling sound, followed by a weird sensation in my stomach. I was going to brush it off before I felt it again, pulsating through my intestines with large vibrations. It was like a volcano had been triggered in my lower bowel. My face formed into an uncomfortable and painful expression. It couldn’t be — I launched myself out of bed, swinging my door open. Before I could make it to the bathroom, my stomach started to roar. My legs collapsed as I felt my lower back starting to throb. I pulled myself up with all my strength, almost screaming. It was as if gravity was crushing me. I supported myself, holding the wall and I stumbled to the bathroom. I closed the door, and almost fell onto the porcelain throne. That’s when my stomach started squelching, it felt like a worm was inside of me. I slammed myself onto the toilet and gripped onto the walls either side of me. The music that makes you poop, it echoed through the house. I gripped the walls even harder as my back arched. It felt as if my stomach was being mangled. That’s when I felt it, like water flowing through a pipe… it was time. It burned, as the brown soft serve began to pour out like a hose. My shaking legs were going all over the place as I struggled to support myself. My bones felt like jelly. This was only the beginning. I grunted as the smooth missiles shot out rapidly. The smell was horrendous. With each large chunk, the water would hit my cheeks just from the sheer impact of the poop hitting the water. I grunted, watching the sweat drip from my forehead to the floor. Was it finally over? That’s when it began, the final boss. It was ginormous, my legs begans to quiver, my body preparing itself for the oncoming destruction we were about to face. I leaned backwards, looking up to the sky as I prayed for anything to comfort me in this moment. That’s when I felt it. Screaming, I pushed as hard as I could. The veins in my forehead almost jumping out. It was so big. I can’t give up. I kept pushing, not letting it suck itself back in. I wasn’t going to let this monster back in. I pushed as hard as I could, screaming so loud. I didn’t care if someone heard, the rest of the world didn’t matter. My back arched, my toes curled, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I wailed as I felt the monstrous nuke leaving my body. I collapsed, my eyes shut and I wiped my tears away. After a poor attempt to wipe, my butt was simply too sore and bruised to touch. I crawled my way to the shower and collapsed with the water running on me. My brain couldn’t contemplate what had just happened. Before I knew it, I was out cold.
Woah, what's going on here? Woah! Pork. IT'S EPIC MEAL TIME. What you know about cows, hater? Smart chicken: tender breast. Bacon strips and bacon strips and bacon strips and bacon strips, and bacon strips. And now we wait. Shiiit. Fuuuuuuuu. WHAT THE FUC- el problemo? :^) Did you seriously just do this to me? Yeah, well, you should have thought of that before trying to blow up my shit. Oh, I'm sorry. Well, you're staying put til morning. Good night creeper. Good night Master. Creeper, call me Steve. Okay, good night Master Steve. Uh, close enough. Creeper! Keep it down! I didn't say anything. I've ust been admiring this beautifully fertilized soil. It's gorgeous. Must have come from outside. What is that? I'm not sure. What the fuck? WHAT THE FU-BOOOOOOM
Skibidi toilet or creeper? I will choose skibidi toilet, because I'm sigma, and creeper, goodbye! Mining diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, yes, diamonds Oh no! That's too many of them, creepers! Someone help me! Skibidi toilet?! Help me please! skibidi die die die die yais yais yais skibidi dee skibidi do skibidi dopidu dopidu do, Yes! Thank youuuuu! End
My mum (82F) told me (12M) to do the dishes (16) but I (12M) was too busy playing Fortnite (3 kills) so I (12M) grabbed my controller (DualShock 4) and threw it at her (138kph). She fucking died, and I (12M) went to prison (18 years). While in prison I (12M) incited several riots (3) and assumed leadership of a gang responsible for smuggling drugs (cocaine) into the country. I (12M) also ordered the assassination of several celebrities (Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley and Jeffrey Epstein) and planned a terrorist attack (9/11). Reddit, AITA?

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i cant even look at heavy and medic normally anymore when playing tf2. everytime im in a casual server and see a heavymedic duo i think of heavy fucking the absolute shit out of medic, fuck it makes me hard too.. everytime i play as sniper i always scope and seek for heavies with their pocket medic and take my dripping hard cock out to jerk off. every night id have the wettest dreams about heavy fucking medic in various ways: bondage, captured, topping from the bottom, roleplay, any fucking scenario you could think of, ive seen heavy and medic do it all. id have to wake up to a puddle of cum on my bed. the classic medic x classic heavy pairing is just as hot too, i enjoy bratty bottoms with tops to put them in control. i follow every heavymedic artist on twitter whether it be nsfw or not, and ive jerked off to every art, sfm, and video containing heavy x medic. even the ones on youtube make me harder than fighting a pyro as a spy. ive commissioned at least 16 artists to draw me heavymedic pictures, and ive spent around $500 on that. i keep custom made heavy/medic figures in my room, so when im feeling frisky, id play with one of them, sometimes both, while i masturbate to make things more fun and interesting, on a03, all my bookmarks are filled with heavy and medic stories, ive skimmed and read through all 2000 something heavy/medic stories and enjoyed every single one of them, i even wrote a book report about a heavymedic story called "a clinical trial" by poisonsun on a03 for my english class. apperently, my dumbass teacher didnt like it and called my parents over to have a conference with them. if that happens, ill get my computer taken away, and id never get to see heavy and medic fuck again. please god, please dont take this away from me, heavy x medic is my life.
I've been experiencing sporadic night terrors for over a month stemming from an experience in the wilderness. As someone who hates that damned area of the game, for some reason I wanted to try for the Chaos Elemental pet as my Thermy grind had gotten boring after over 7.5k kills and no pet in sight (yes, I know it's 50/50, you either get it or you don't - my luck is just bad). Anyway, I geared up in welfare, powered up my Craw's bow, and ventured out into the void that is the wildy. As someone who rarely goes into the wildy, I was naturally shaking - the mouse barely holding steady over the logout button in case a white dot appeared. The facade of safety I was employing was narrowly hanging on. As I approached the Chaos Elemental, I wrapped around the Rogues' Castle to minimize my presence and then proceeded to fucking the Chaos Elemental up after luring it close the castle. Not even two kills in a maxed main appeared running from west to east towards me. He had the symbol for five loot keys above his head. My heart started pounding and my vison began fuzzing up. I tried running, but was frozen in place by this heathen's ice barrage. A few moments later, six or seven other maxed accounts logged in around me. They all proceeded to bend me over and spec me out with AGSs. After losing a few hundred K in ether and my pride, I took the teleport of shame to the G.E., where I sold back my Craw's bow that I bought not even 45 minutes earlier. I then stared blankly at my screen for several minutes before logging off and heading to bed. Fast forward to 4:00 AM. I wake up or what I believe to be waking up to a sense of dread. My body felt glued to the bed - I couldn't move or make a sound. I peered towards the doorway adjacent to the corner of the room I was in. I saw what looked like two men in robes and hoods staring back at me, facial features cloaked in the darkness. I screamed in my mind as I was completely muted in the reality I was in during this terror. I was then shaken awake by my wife who told me I was moaning. She asked if I was okay. I told her everything as I wept quietly in her embrace. Never again will I kill shit in the wildy.
Let any fish who meets my gaze learn the true meaning of fear; for I am the harbinger of death. The bane of creatures sub-aqueous, my rod is true and unwavering as I cast into the aquatic abyss. A man, scorned by this uncaring Earth, finds solace in the sea. My only friend, the worm upon my hook. Wriggling, writhing, struggling to surmount the mortal pointlessness that permeates this barren world. I am alone. I am empty. And yet, I fish.

    
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⢠⣀⣧⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡯⣾⣿⢦⡉⢂⠦⡑⠠⢸⣋⠖⣱⢯⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠈⠣⠼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡷⣿⡽⣿⡶⡑⢌⢲⡁⠆⣹⢮⠸⣭⣟⣾⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣟⣷⢿⣿⡷⣭⠌⣆⢣⠒⣸⢧⢛⡶⣯⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢫⣿⡿⡜⡰⢊⡇⢒⢸⣯⢎⡷⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⢯⣿⣿⡱⢡⢫⡜⢠⢻⣗⢮⡽⣷⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣯⣿⣷⣫⠕⡮⡜⢄⢺⡿⢬⣟⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⡗⣿⣟⡶⡙⢶⣙⠢⣩⣿⢣⣟⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣏⣿⣯⢷⡙⢮⣇⢃⠖⣿⢣⣟⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢾⣿⢧⢏⡳⣞⠌⣚⢿⡹⣞⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡿⣿⣛⠮⡵⣎⠣⢜⣻⢵⣻⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⣿⣿⣟⣿⣽⢳⡹⣬⠃⡜⣺⢧⡿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣯⣿⣞⡧⣝⡖⢣⠘⣽⡾⣽⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣺
⠀⠀⠀⠹⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⣦⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣷⣿⣻⡜⣧⣛⠤⠑⡎⢿⣽⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣾⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⡲⠚⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⢉⣩⣭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠽⣿⣿⣻⢷⣛⠶⣭⠂⠱⡘⡽⣾⡿⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⠭⣍⣓⠒⠒⠒⠛⠛⠛⠿⠿⠤⠤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⠤⠖⠋⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⢋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⡿⣽⣻⢶⡁⢦⡱⣹⣿⣇⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡉⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠌⠙⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠙⢦⣶⣶⣾⣿⡿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣷⣿⡿⣽⣯⡗⣬⢳⣯⣿⡟⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⠶⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀⢠⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡞⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠑⠒⠲⠦⠼⠿⠷⠿⠿⠿⠾⠷⠾⠻⠞⠛⠓⠒⠒⠊⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠴⠋⠁⠀⠀⢰⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡧⠀⠈⠓⠲⠤⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⡠⠤⠒⠚⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠒⠒⠒⠲⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠴⠂⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠂⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢂⢾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⠈⡔⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⠤⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡘⢄⠈⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⡈⣼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇⡎⠐⢠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠁⠒⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡔⢣⢀⠂⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠢⢌⣳⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⠡⠆⡌⢀⠂⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠐⡄⢣⢮⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢯⡚⣄⠣⣈⠐⡈⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠐⡀⢎⡰⣳⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣤⠓⡤⢒⠠⣁⠂⠌⡀⠄⡀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠄⡁⠂⢄⠱⣈⢶⡝⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣗⡘⢆⡱⢀⠎⡰⢐⢂⡐⠄⣈⠐⡀⢂⠀⠄⡀⢀⠀⡀⢀⠠⠀⠠⢀⠂⡈⠄⡁⢂⠅⠢⠑⡈⢆⠱⣼⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡜⡄⠢⢉⠢⠑⠌⢂⠜⡐⠠⢃⠐⠂⠌⠐⢀⠂⠐⠀⠂⠀⠁⠂⠀⠐⠀⠐⠀⠂⠈⠄⠡⠐⡨⢱⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡄⢁⠂⠄⠡⠈⠀⠠⠀⠁⠀⠈⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢂⠱⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢻⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢺⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠢⢄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡤⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠒⠒⠀⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠤⠤⠄⠒⠒⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀