Currently untitled Guude and Beef fic, part 1
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mindcrackloveWell, this correlated oddly well with the sad OOG feels that are currently going around. But, I have finally finished (the first part of) my post apocalyptic Guude and Beef fic! It was inspired mostly by Guude and Beef's 1.4 videos, in particular Beef's comment that the new leather armor looked post apocalyptic. I didn't intend for it to be so long that I needed to split it into parts, but once I started plotting out three act structures and shit, I suppose there was no going back. So enjoy this thing until I make some more progress.
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The sun dawned on a broken landscape. As the darkness of night faded, monsters began to burn in the numerous craters of the uneven terrain. With their dying cries as his cue, a man dug his way out of a dirt hole where he hid for the night. Normally Guude would have no issue braving the perils of nighttime, but the times had changed. The land had been devastated, hindering quick movement, and all of his supplies were gone, blown up with everything else in the world. It was too dangerous to take risks, especially alone.
Guude carefully checked the sky before scouring the ground for zombie flesh and other supplies. With all the animals in the world gone and the plants set aflame, this may be the last reliable source of food. Guude counted his finds again. There wasn't enough. In the distance he spotted an armor clad zombie wading in the shoreline to avoid burning in the sun. That hardly seemed fair. Where do zombies get leather armor when all the cows were dead, anyway? Using an arrow he filched from a dead skeleton, Guude took aim and hoped its corpse would at least be generous.
The arrow found its mark, which then spun around in a decidedly unzombielike fashion, sword flailing. Guude lowered his bow. That was no zombie.
"Beef?" Guude sprinted toward the familiar face. VintageBeef saw him coming and met him halfway. Like everything else, he looked like he had seen better days, but at least he was doing better than Guude.
"Guude! I'm glad to see you. I was just heading through looking for new terrain, and then something hit me--"
"Are you sure there's no skeletons around?" Guude said, a little too quickly.
Beef looked down and saw the bow that Guude was still holding. "Wait a minute, you hit me?"
"I thought you were a zombie, man! I didn't know anyone was still alive."
"Me either. Man, you look terrible. Did a wither get you?"
"Yeah, then a damn skeleton almost got me when I was trying to get away. Didn't have time to grab any supplies before it all got blown up. Do you have any food?"
Beef dug out a few pieces of bread that he had. "So everything's destroyed? There's nothing left?"
Guude answered in between mouthfuls. Beef's bread was the first real food he had since the incident. "Seems like it. You know, these withers were a bad idea. It starts with one guy getting a wither star, and all of a sudden everyone wants one, and the guys who already have one decide they want more. Withers everywhere! Which wouldn't be a problem, except when people don't know how to fucking kill one after they've summoned it. Then this happens. They get loose and kill everything."
"Mm. Well to be fair, not everyone was terrible at fighting them."
"Yeah, until they get too cocky and try to take on more than they can handle, just to show off. Etho and Nebris were too busy trying to one up each other to focus on the real problem, and now they're both dead. Good riddance." Guude sighed heavily. He was tired of being angry. "How did you get away, Beef? And how do you have armor?"
"Oh you know, just my post apocalyptic armor that I melded together from different scraps of materials I found along the deserted-- no, I had it on me already. Same with the popo sico. I knew there were withers loose, so I avoided the places I knew they were at and started looking for someplace they haven't destroyed, but I was lucky enough to be carrying halfway useful items."
"Yeah," Guude said wistfully, "lucky you. Everything else is basically gone by this point--"
Beef sighed in his exaggerated, mock frustrated way. "Look, if you wanted some armor, you only had to ask. I mean, I already gave you food. I can stand to spare a bit more for my good pal Guude."
"No. I didn't mean-- okay..." He had already tossed Guude half of his set of armor.
"Sorry if some of it's falling apart. Maybe if someone hadn't shot me--"
"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know it was you! I was hungry."
"But it's okay, since I'm such a nice guy and all. And friends gotta stick together, right? So, where to now?"
Guude decided it best to humor the guy who just gave him food and armor and not argue why he was being so nice, despite the arrow thing. "Obviously we're screwed if we run into a wither now. I think out best bet is to keep walking until we find someplace the withers haven't been."
"So basically, what I've already been doing."
"Yes, Beef, clearly you are the survival expert in this situation." He gave a small laugh. "Let's just go, before a wither finds us."
~~~~~~~
In some ways, it was good having a travel companion, and not just because Beef had basic supplies. Guude was glad for the company, knowing that one of his friends at least had survived so far. It took his mind of those who had died. It's not like he was a stranger to death, but sometimes it still affected him in unexpected ways, especially someone he had known as well as BdoubleO...
No. He didn't want to think about BdoubleO. He pushed the thought away.
"Nothing but ocean this way," Beef said, coming to a halt. "No problem. Let me just plonk down a workbench and make some boats..."
"Wait," said Guude, a thought occurring to him. "It might be a good idea if we save the wood. I haven't seen any trees out here, and we might need it later."
"Oh, you're right. All the forests I've seen were burned down. The fire spread is insane." Beef hesitated at the crafting table. "Well, what all do we need wood for? Torches? I've got a few of those already. There's no sheep around to make beds."
"Replacement tools."
"Also don't need that much wood, and should last a while if we're careful. Anything else?"
Guude weighed the options. Beef was right; the most vital necessities didn't use more than a few sticks. Plus boat travel would cover more distance faster than picking their way over uneven terrain, and he wanted to get out of the wither ruined area as fast as possible.
"Make the boats."
Beef finished his work and, careful the recollect the crafting table now that wood was a limited resource, they went sailing.
Limited food and limited wood. Guude considered their odds as they sailed, checking the sky every few moments. Even though finding Beef had put Guude in a much better position now that he could get over his injuries, he didn't like their chances. They would need a bit more luck if they were to survive.
They made landfall just before dusk. Here too there were wither craters where animals once were. There was ash of what could have been a tree, still smoldering but useless to them now, and clods of displaced dirt were scattered everywhere from when the ground got blown apart. They found a cave opening and decided to head in for the night. There was a large, open area inside that gave Guude a bad feeling, even though the only mobs he could see were still far below them.
"I don't trust this cave," he said. "It's too exposed."
"Is it because it's like that cave you and BdoubleO dies in during UHC?"
No, damn it. He had already decided he wasn't going to think about him.
"Yeah, fuck that cave," Guude said dismissively. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd love it if you'd found Pause out here instead of me, wouldn't you? I mean, now that Millbee's out of the way." If Beef was going to drag up unpleasant thoughts, so could he.
"Yeah..." Beef said evasively, fumbling with the next torch. "I mean, I'm glad I found you. Pause was..." He stopped, either in thought or to listen for a new sound. Guude could hear something too.
"Oh look, a bat!"
Beef's demeanor completely melted into his easy joy of seeing the small flying creature. Whatever he was about to say about Pause was lost to this new distraction.
"You always act like you've never seen a bat before," said Guude, amused at the consistency of Beef's enthusiasm.
"I know, I can't help it. They're so cute!"
Guude almost envied his simple joy in the smallest things. Beef always had an air of cool optimism that could outlast even the end of the world, and it had been a while since Guude felt particularly positive about anything. Even before the withers became a problem and everyone around him died, he felt strangely isolated...
"Fuck me, man!" Guude heard too late the unpleasant scuttle of the approaching spider that had now taken a flying leap at his face. He had no sooner punched it away, grasping for a sword when Beef jumped in to defend him. By the time the spider gave its dying gasp as it was slain, a creeper had taken its place.
"Oh no!"
Beef only had time to knock it away before it blew. Guude quickly pulled Beef into an alcove, barricading the way behind them.
"Yep, that's why I don't like caves like this," Guude said, throwing down a torch and sealing the remaining cracks into their hiding place. "We just got in this damn cave and already we suck at this."
"This leather armor, man, it stinks!" Beef dug through his things for his food.
"Well, let's smelt some iron and be smart about this instead of staring at bats."
"Aw, don't take it out on the bats. And how are you on food? I can give you half of what I have left, but after that, there's no more."
"Can you throw me a few sticks too? I want to make some more torches."
"Yeah, I'll make some."
They divvied up the supplies while they recuperated and then reattacked the cave, a little more alert than before. Their main objective was iron for better supplies, and they also make a point to kill every zombie they could find, as the last of Beef's bread was consumed by the time they reached the lava layer.
"Hey, Guude," called Beef from an adjacent tunnel. He sounded happy.
Guude turned the corner where Beef went. "Did you find diamonds?"
"Better! I think I just solved our food problem." He was holding a brown mushroom, with several more still on the cave floor. "Now, I know you don't like mushroom stew, but it's got to be better than zombie flesh, right?"
Guude looked around and only noticed the one type. "Do you have any red ones?"
"Well, no, but think of it this way! We are already halfway to having a great food source that--" His face fell as he arranged the mushrooms in his inventory. "Oh..."
Guude already felt a flare of annoyance. "Oh what?"
"I don't have enough wood to make a bowl. I turned it all into sticks!"
"So, in other words, we are not halfway to having a decent food source, unless we now find a red mushroom and an abandoned mineshaft. Unless you know some other magical way to find trees underground, because they're not on the surface!"
"Dang it! I really thought I had something. I thought--" Beef broke off into a groan of disappointment.
"If only someone knew how to manage our fucking resources." Guude felt more irritated than he probably should have been over some stupid soup. But it was as if all his frustrations at so many different things decided to bubble to the surface, and he wanted to take it out on Beef, who wasn't even attempting to argue back.
He wanted to, but, he realized, there was no use getting mad at him. He was tired of being angry. He tried to shake it away. "Forget it. Let's just get out of here. It'll be morning by the time we get to the surface."
They might not have solved their food problem, but morning fried zombie meat would keep them going till the next night. That was the plan, anyway.
"You've got to be kidding me," said Guude as they approached the opening of the cave. Rain fell lightly and glistened on the stone as they climbed out into the open, wet world. Dawn was obscured behind storm clouds, and monsters of the night lingered into morning. Guude was too tired to feel anything beyond numb, too fatigued from lack of sleep and the sick feeling that the rotten flesh left in his stomach. He barely noticed the chill that now soaked into his skin with the rain. Beside him Beef was fighting off a skeleton. A spider now charged him, but this time he saw it coming.
Spider dead and needing no invitation, he began to walk. He was done with this place.
"Wait," said Beef. It was the first time he spoke since the mushrooms. "I think I have another idea for food. Did you get anything from that spider you just killed?"
"If you're about to say, 'Did you know you can eat spider eyes,' I swear I will stab you right now."
"No, not spider eyes, I promise. String. I said I still have sticks. I can make a fishing pole."
Guude tossed him his string as Beef pulled out the crafting table. A moment later he proudly held out a new fishing rod.
Beef turned toward the ocean to cast it. "Spot me, will you? Don't let any creepers blow up our fish."
"Just make it quick. I don't want to stay in any place for too long. We've already spent too long here." Not even the promise of real food would help his mood at this point. He nervously looked at the sky before watching the land for approaching monsters.
"It's okay. I think I heard somewhere that fish are easier to catch in the rain. Oh, I already caught one!"
Guude didn't care to discuss the intricacies of fishing right now. An uneasy silence fell between them.
For a few minutes the only sounds were the patter of rain and the occasional growl of a distant zombie. Guude just stood there, letting the water drip from his clothes. He could have been useful and made a furnace to start cooking the fish, but he didn't. He could have done a lot of things he didn't do.
Finally, it was Beef who broke the silence.
"BdoubleO is dead, isn't he? That must be why you're in a bad mood. I'm sorry I brought him up earlier."
And you just did it again, Guude thought bitterly.
"Yeah."
"Pause is dead too." He sighed. "Of all the ways for him to go, it was the regular monsters that did him in. I mean, the man builds himself an anti zombie fortress, and a zombie gets him while his back is turned."
Guude didn't care to discuss this either. He would have preferred to go back to talking about the weather and fishing. Thankfully, Beef didn't press him further.
If he was honest with himself, it wasn't that BdoubleO was dead that bothered him. He could handle death. At least, he remembered thinking that once. The part that startled him was how similar dead BdoubleO was to his last memories of living BdoubleO. Both were surrounded by a sense of absence and a feeling of something unfulfilled. Guude had gotten so bogged down with his own things, and meanwhile BdoubleO moved on to doing all sorts of things with all sorts of other people. And it had been good for him. Guude didn't resent his success. He deserved it. But Guude couldn't help but wish sometimes that they still could have been more involved with each other's lives. He felt left behind, sad that the carefree days of OOG were now a distant memory.
When he once again shook the thoughts away, he was surprised to see Beef standing in front of him, silently offering some fish.
He took it. They carried on.
~~~~~~
The sun dawned on a broken landscape. As the darkness of night faded, monsters began to burn in the numerous craters of the uneven terrain. With their dying cries as his cue, a man dug his way out of a dirt hole where he hid for the night. Normally Guude would have no issue braving the perils of nighttime, but the times had changed. The land had been devastated, hindering quick movement, and all of his supplies were gone, blown up with everything else in the world. It was too dangerous to take risks, especially alone.
Guude carefully checked the sky before scouring the ground for zombie flesh and other supplies. With all the animals in the world gone and the plants set aflame, this may be the last reliable source of food. Guude counted his finds again. There wasn't enough. In the distance he spotted an armor clad zombie wading in the shoreline to avoid burning in the sun. That hardly seemed fair. Where do zombies get leather armor when all the cows were dead, anyway? Using an arrow he filched from a dead skeleton, Guude took aim and hoped its corpse would at least be generous.
The arrow found its mark, which then spun around in a decidedly unzombielike fashion, sword flailing. Guude lowered his bow. That was no zombie.
"Beef?" Guude sprinted toward the familiar face. VintageBeef saw him coming and met him halfway. Like everything else, he looked like he had seen better days, but at least he was doing better than Guude.
"Guude! I'm glad to see you. I was just heading through looking for new terrain, and then something hit me--"
"Are you sure there's no skeletons around?" Guude said, a little too quickly.
Beef looked down and saw the bow that Guude was still holding. "Wait a minute, you hit me?"
"I thought you were a zombie, man! I didn't know anyone was still alive."
"Me either. Man, you look terrible. Did a wither get you?"
"Yeah, then a damn skeleton almost got me when I was trying to get away. Didn't have time to grab any supplies before it all got blown up. Do you have any food?"
Beef dug out a few pieces of bread that he had. "So everything's destroyed? There's nothing left?"
Guude answered in between mouthfuls. Beef's bread was the first real food he had since the incident. "Seems like it. You know, these withers were a bad idea. It starts with one guy getting a wither star, and all of a sudden everyone wants one, and the guys who already have one decide they want more. Withers everywhere! Which wouldn't be a problem, except when people don't know how to fucking kill one after they've summoned it. Then this happens. They get loose and kill everything."
"Mm. Well to be fair, not everyone was terrible at fighting them."
"Yeah, until they get too cocky and try to take on more than they can handle, just to show off. Etho and Nebris were too busy trying to one up each other to focus on the real problem, and now they're both dead. Good riddance." Guude sighed heavily. He was tired of being angry. "How did you get away, Beef? And how do you have armor?"
"Oh you know, just my post apocalyptic armor that I melded together from different scraps of materials I found along the deserted-- no, I had it on me already. Same with the popo sico. I knew there were withers loose, so I avoided the places I knew they were at and started looking for someplace they haven't destroyed, but I was lucky enough to be carrying halfway useful items."
"Yeah," Guude said wistfully, "lucky you. Everything else is basically gone by this point--"
Beef sighed in his exaggerated, mock frustrated way. "Look, if you wanted some armor, you only had to ask. I mean, I already gave you food. I can stand to spare a bit more for my good pal Guude."
"No. I didn't mean-- okay..." He had already tossed Guude half of his set of armor.
"Sorry if some of it's falling apart. Maybe if someone hadn't shot me--"
"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know it was you! I was hungry."
"But it's okay, since I'm such a nice guy and all. And friends gotta stick together, right? So, where to now?"
Guude decided it best to humor the guy who just gave him food and armor and not argue why he was being so nice, despite the arrow thing. "Obviously we're screwed if we run into a wither now. I think out best bet is to keep walking until we find someplace the withers haven't been."
"So basically, what I've already been doing."
"Yes, Beef, clearly you are the survival expert in this situation." He gave a small laugh. "Let's just go, before a wither finds us."
~~~~~~~
In some ways, it was good having a travel companion, and not just because Beef had basic supplies. Guude was glad for the company, knowing that one of his friends at least had survived so far. It took his mind of those who had died. It's not like he was a stranger to death, but sometimes it still affected him in unexpected ways, especially someone he had known as well as BdoubleO...
No. He didn't want to think about BdoubleO. He pushed the thought away.
"Nothing but ocean this way," Beef said, coming to a halt. "No problem. Let me just plonk down a workbench and make some boats..."
"Wait," said Guude, a thought occurring to him. "It might be a good idea if we save the wood. I haven't seen any trees out here, and we might need it later."
"Oh, you're right. All the forests I've seen were burned down. The fire spread is insane." Beef hesitated at the crafting table. "Well, what all do we need wood for? Torches? I've got a few of those already. There's no sheep around to make beds."
"Replacement tools."
"Also don't need that much wood, and should last a while if we're careful. Anything else?"
Guude weighed the options. Beef was right; the most vital necessities didn't use more than a few sticks. Plus boat travel would cover more distance faster than picking their way over uneven terrain, and he wanted to get out of the wither ruined area as fast as possible.
"Make the boats."
Beef finished his work and, careful the recollect the crafting table now that wood was a limited resource, they went sailing.
Limited food and limited wood. Guude considered their odds as they sailed, checking the sky every few moments. Even though finding Beef had put Guude in a much better position now that he could get over his injuries, he didn't like their chances. They would need a bit more luck if they were to survive.
They made landfall just before dusk. Here too there were wither craters where animals once were. There was ash of what could have been a tree, still smoldering but useless to them now, and clods of displaced dirt were scattered everywhere from when the ground got blown apart. They found a cave opening and decided to head in for the night. There was a large, open area inside that gave Guude a bad feeling, even though the only mobs he could see were still far below them.
"I don't trust this cave," he said. "It's too exposed."
"Is it because it's like that cave you and BdoubleO dies in during UHC?"
No, damn it. He had already decided he wasn't going to think about him.
"Yeah, fuck that cave," Guude said dismissively. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd love it if you'd found Pause out here instead of me, wouldn't you? I mean, now that Millbee's out of the way." If Beef was going to drag up unpleasant thoughts, so could he.
"Yeah..." Beef said evasively, fumbling with the next torch. "I mean, I'm glad I found you. Pause was..." He stopped, either in thought or to listen for a new sound. Guude could hear something too.
"Oh look, a bat!"
Beef's demeanor completely melted into his easy joy of seeing the small flying creature. Whatever he was about to say about Pause was lost to this new distraction.
"You always act like you've never seen a bat before," said Guude, amused at the consistency of Beef's enthusiasm.
"I know, I can't help it. They're so cute!"
Guude almost envied his simple joy in the smallest things. Beef always had an air of cool optimism that could outlast even the end of the world, and it had been a while since Guude felt particularly positive about anything. Even before the withers became a problem and everyone around him died, he felt strangely isolated...
"Fuck me, man!" Guude heard too late the unpleasant scuttle of the approaching spider that had now taken a flying leap at his face. He had no sooner punched it away, grasping for a sword when Beef jumped in to defend him. By the time the spider gave its dying gasp as it was slain, a creeper had taken its place.
"Oh no!"
Beef only had time to knock it away before it blew. Guude quickly pulled Beef into an alcove, barricading the way behind them.
"Yep, that's why I don't like caves like this," Guude said, throwing down a torch and sealing the remaining cracks into their hiding place. "We just got in this damn cave and already we suck at this."
"This leather armor, man, it stinks!" Beef dug through his things for his food.
"Well, let's smelt some iron and be smart about this instead of staring at bats."
"Aw, don't take it out on the bats. And how are you on food? I can give you half of what I have left, but after that, there's no more."
"Can you throw me a few sticks too? I want to make some more torches."
"Yeah, I'll make some."
They divvied up the supplies while they recuperated and then reattacked the cave, a little more alert than before. Their main objective was iron for better supplies, and they also make a point to kill every zombie they could find, as the last of Beef's bread was consumed by the time they reached the lava layer.
"Hey, Guude," called Beef from an adjacent tunnel. He sounded happy.
Guude turned the corner where Beef went. "Did you find diamonds?"
"Better! I think I just solved our food problem." He was holding a brown mushroom, with several more still on the cave floor. "Now, I know you don't like mushroom stew, but it's got to be better than zombie flesh, right?"
Guude looked around and only noticed the one type. "Do you have any red ones?"
"Well, no, but think of it this way! We are already halfway to having a great food source that--" His face fell as he arranged the mushrooms in his inventory. "Oh..."
Guude already felt a flare of annoyance. "Oh what?"
"I don't have enough wood to make a bowl. I turned it all into sticks!"
"So, in other words, we are not halfway to having a decent food source, unless we now find a red mushroom and an abandoned mineshaft. Unless you know some other magical way to find trees underground, because they're not on the surface!"
"Dang it! I really thought I had something. I thought--" Beef broke off into a groan of disappointment.
"If only someone knew how to manage our fucking resources." Guude felt more irritated than he probably should have been over some stupid soup. But it was as if all his frustrations at so many different things decided to bubble to the surface, and he wanted to take it out on Beef, who wasn't even attempting to argue back.
He wanted to, but, he realized, there was no use getting mad at him. He was tired of being angry. He tried to shake it away. "Forget it. Let's just get out of here. It'll be morning by the time we get to the surface."
They might not have solved their food problem, but morning fried zombie meat would keep them going till the next night. That was the plan, anyway.
"You've got to be kidding me," said Guude as they approached the opening of the cave. Rain fell lightly and glistened on the stone as they climbed out into the open, wet world. Dawn was obscured behind storm clouds, and monsters of the night lingered into morning. Guude was too tired to feel anything beyond numb, too fatigued from lack of sleep and the sick feeling that the rotten flesh left in his stomach. He barely noticed the chill that now soaked into his skin with the rain. Beside him Beef was fighting off a skeleton. A spider now charged him, but this time he saw it coming.
Spider dead and needing no invitation, he began to walk. He was done with this place.
"Wait," said Beef. It was the first time he spoke since the mushrooms. "I think I have another idea for food. Did you get anything from that spider you just killed?"
"If you're about to say, 'Did you know you can eat spider eyes,' I swear I will stab you right now."
"No, not spider eyes, I promise. String. I said I still have sticks. I can make a fishing pole."
Guude tossed him his string as Beef pulled out the crafting table. A moment later he proudly held out a new fishing rod.
Beef turned toward the ocean to cast it. "Spot me, will you? Don't let any creepers blow up our fish."
"Just make it quick. I don't want to stay in any place for too long. We've already spent too long here." Not even the promise of real food would help his mood at this point. He nervously looked at the sky before watching the land for approaching monsters.
"It's okay. I think I heard somewhere that fish are easier to catch in the rain. Oh, I already caught one!"
Guude didn't care to discuss the intricacies of fishing right now. An uneasy silence fell between them.
For a few minutes the only sounds were the patter of rain and the occasional growl of a distant zombie. Guude just stood there, letting the water drip from his clothes. He could have been useful and made a furnace to start cooking the fish, but he didn't. He could have done a lot of things he didn't do.
Finally, it was Beef who broke the silence.
"BdoubleO is dead, isn't he? That must be why you're in a bad mood. I'm sorry I brought him up earlier."
And you just did it again, Guude thought bitterly.
"Yeah."
"Pause is dead too." He sighed. "Of all the ways for him to go, it was the regular monsters that did him in. I mean, the man builds himself an anti zombie fortress, and a zombie gets him while his back is turned."
Guude didn't care to discuss this either. He would have preferred to go back to talking about the weather and fishing. Thankfully, Beef didn't press him further.
If he was honest with himself, it wasn't that BdoubleO was dead that bothered him. He could handle death. At least, he remembered thinking that once. The part that startled him was how similar dead BdoubleO was to his last memories of living BdoubleO. Both were surrounded by a sense of absence and a feeling of something unfulfilled. Guude had gotten so bogged down with his own things, and meanwhile BdoubleO moved on to doing all sorts of things with all sorts of other people. And it had been good for him. Guude didn't resent his success. He deserved it. But Guude couldn't help but wish sometimes that they still could have been more involved with each other's lives. He felt left behind, sad that the carefree days of OOG were now a distant memory.
When he once again shook the thoughts away, he was surprised to see Beef standing in front of him, silently offering some fish.
He took it. They carried on.
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