No.415490
Yeyyyy
No.415492
>>415467grace and alunya holding hands
No.415519
requesting OC of Grace being eaten alive by radioactive piranhas
No.415520
>>415519Why would you want that?
No.415522
Requesting OC of Grace being trampled alive by a crowd of festive commoners
No.415523
>>415522thankfully nobody is going to write any of your requests most likely.
No.415528
>>415519Grace-chan: Oh no, I am being eaten alive by radioactive piranhas! Dareka tasukete
!!Alunya: Grace-chan, those are goldfish crackers…
Grace-chan: I'm a princess! I need to be saved!! >__<
Alunya: Sigh… Maybe a kiss will wake you from your delusions.
Grace-chan: nyoooooo a kissu?? leeeewd >//////<
And then they kiss. Hope you liked it.
No.415530
>>415523t. Blood diamond sperg cuck
No.415533
>>41552811/10
nice slice of life story
No.415538
>>415522Grace-chan: Oh no, I am being trampled alive by a crowd of festive commoners!
Alunya: Grace-chan, that's just your weighted blanket.
Grace-chan: I'm a princess! I need to be saved!! >__<
Alunya: Sigh… I guess I can climb under it next to you…
And then they cuddle. Hope you liked it.
No.415542
>>415538Then they have hot sweaty gay sex
No.415557
>>415538Do Alunya kissing Grace's hand next. ^_^
No.415560
>>415467Alunya
vores Grace and
digests her because she must eat the rich.
No.415566
>>415560She stormed through the grand halls, her long legs carrying her forward with fierce determination. Her raven hair fell in wild tangles around her furious face as she pushed past guards and courtiers alike, their startled gazes following her progress. And then at last she reached it - the great golden throne, upon which sat the one who had wronged her so deeply. Grace. With a final, enraged cry, she leaped like an Olympic acrobat, unhinging her cat-fanged jaw mid air, and came straight down, perpendicular to her quarry, and inhaled her instantly in a single gulp.
“No, please!” Grace cried, but it was too late. She was inside Alunya now, engulfed in soft tissues. Then the fluids came. Alunya’s stomach began to secrete enzymes, breaking down Grace’s proteins into smaller peptides and amino acids. Grace screamed. Never in her life had she felt so much suffering. Grace’s peptides and amino acids were redistributed like wealth seized in a revolution throughout Alunya’s bloodstream. The rest of grace was turned into a big fat steaming turd, and Alunya pooped it out on the throne.
“Your majesty, welcome back.” said Cat Alunya.
“Dude, uncool.” Said turd Grace.
No.415570
>>415568Welcome to the hell that you brought upon this Earth. I was going to write something now I regret everything and reading this.
No.415572
Except for
>>415528 &
>>415538These are great.
>>415570xD Don't worry, anon.
I would be entertained w/ whatever you wrote.
No.415574
>>415467Alunya dominating grace because grace is a fucking bootlicking retard reactionary
No.415575
>>415574Royal in the streets, soiled in the sheets
No.415584
Upon returning from a long day of campaigning for Unionization at the local Warehouse for the worker's representation. Alunya with tired heavy eyes opens the door into her home, dragging her feet along the floor. Groaning a bit the feline looked to see that the light in the kitchen was on. Odd she did not remember leaving it on when she left, much less having anyone come inside.
Looking up Alyuna's blurred vision taking in the figure sitting at the table, with those blonde locks of hair and commanding domineer. Wearing a royal purple blouse with a matching skirt, the blonde was elegant as ever as she was eating the dinner which she had prepared; lost in thought enjoying the flavors of a medium rare steak.
As she walked into the kitchen the smell would hit her. It wasn't simply just the steak, there was mashed potatos covered with gravy made from the fat of the steak, carrots that had been roasted with a light brown coating.
A soft sigh escaped Alunya's lips before she spoke, "Grace, how many times have I told you that I don't need you to come over and cook. I can do it myself you know."
A delighted and satisfied smile came across her face, cleaning the juices from her mouth with a napkin Grace looks up from her food and towards her Feline companion.
"Nonsense. When ever I am around it is always a Royal Feast to behest. Besides tonight I was in a good mood and decided to cook for my favorite Feline. After all you been looking at some of the meats for a while now, those feline traits coming to play."
Grace remarks with a giggle at the end. This only really irritated Alyuna, despite the fact that Grace was right. Lightly grinding her teeth begrudgingly taking a seat at the table. Grace sat her fork and knife down, cleaning her mouth once more and sets the napkin down. It appeared that she had only ate about half the meal before her Feline companion arrived. While Alyuna herself stared at the food, a feeling of hunger hits her hard. She had ate before hand before heading out, but it would seem that from all the work in which she had done was occupying her mind keeping her from noticing the growing hunger.
"Why did you make all this though, was it unnecessary? Seriously you always go overboard. I get you like the idea of preparing large meals but its just the two of us that live here." Alyuna questioned the motives behind Grace's intentions.
Another giggle escapes in a more exaggerated way, "Oh ho ho, my dear Alyuna you have been working hard for those peasants that I felt that you deserved have be treated sometime."
A sigh once more escapes Alyuna's lips a bit annoyed, "Grace we been over this they aren't peasants, they are the proletariat the working class."
Nodding her Head and just says, "Of course. Of Course, Proletariat, peasants they are all the same to someone like me dear Alyuna."
No.415609
>>415584This story is cute, thx anon^^… this thread is just awesome!
>Nonsense. When ever I am around it is always a Royal Feast to behest. Besides tonight I was in a good mood and decided to cook for my favorite FelineWow, I thought Grace-Chan would made it cooked from her servants all the time she won't know cooking by herself
No.415611
>>415609I can conintue with the story, if everyone desires. I wrote this because I was bored as fuck at work when there is a lot of down time. Plus was running out of battery and needed to make a test post to gage the people's interest.
>Wow, I thought Grace-Chan would made it cooked from her servants all the time she won't know cooking by herselfThe idea I had is that she has been sceretly been learning to cook for some time after failing time and time again. Getting frustrated with it she wanted to not only boast about her cooking skills, but also show Alunya that she can handle things without her servants.
No.415613
I've been thinking about a story in which:
Alunya somehow violates Grace-Chan's "private property" as Grace-chan kicks Alunya out, then Alunya somehow lefts a piece of her clothes ( it may be everything )… then as Grace-Chan sniffes it (somehow) she feels a heavenly bliss… completely embracing the scent of Alunya and being hyperobsessed to it… her senses ruthlessly break her as tears getting down… Maybe with that effect, a supressed and selfish creature has been awaken in Grace-Chan's heart.
Then the story continues as they became more and more desperately obsessed…
Can som anon do this? ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
>>415611That anon here, I had fun reading it, it would make me pleased if u continue… but of course, your decision~
>but also show Alunya that she can handle things without her servants.Cutee!
No.415615
>>415613>lefts a piece of her clothes>Grace-chan sniffes itPantsu.
No.415618
>>415615This made me giggle >/<
But I dunno how Alunya would lose and left behind her pantsu accidentaly ouououou
No.415619
>>415615She loses her Pantsu? What was she doing washing them while doing Gruella training in a river.
>>415613Oh I will, I used to write a lot more when I was still in school so getting a chance to write sappy SoL works about Board Tans is nice.
It is very cute, I am taking ideas from a Villainess Manga I was reading where the Villainess starts becoming more self reliant on the main Yuri Protag. Good stuff good stuff.
No.415711
>>415584>>415619Your eating scene reminded me of this.
When they serve dessert, Grace gets an unequal portion of desserts and Alunya a little piece of toast.
No.415771
>>415611>The idea I had is that she has been sceretly been learning to cook for some time after failing time and time again. Getting frustrated with it she wanted to not only boast about her cooking skills, but also show Alunya that she can handle things without her servants.Why, because you're a reactionary ideologue trying to repaint royals in a positive light? I see through you.
No.415785
I bet Rodina has a picture of Grace on a dartboard to throw darts at.
This love triangle with Alunya on top.
Grace and Rodina get mad jealous whenever Alunya goes between them.
No.415788
When Alunya returns to home, Rodina slams her against the wall to scrutinize her: to check especially if Alunya smells like royal perfume.
No.415799
>>415791>>415792>>415794The Americans woke up and the thread went to shit, surprising no one.
No.415867
>>415799if eurotrash nobles want Burger citizenship they have to give up their hereditary titles. It's one of the only good things about this place. :)
No.415870
>>415799the anon who wrote the vore fanfic did a better job with the prose than any other sad pandering attempt in this thread. Grace didn't even die at the end either, as evidenced by her speaking role post-digestion. :^)
No.415947
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Alunya who was in a long-term relationship with her girlfriend, Grace. Despite their happy life together, Alunya couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. One night, she got a DNA test. When the results came in, Alunya made a startling discovery: Grace was her cousin!
Alunya was mortified and couldn't believe the coincidence of having fallen in love with her relative. But Grace, on the other hand, was elated by the news. After all, Grace was a monarch, and inbreeding is what monarchs are best at! She couldn't wait to tell her parents (who were also related to each other) and extended family about her absolutely royal relationship status.
Feeling like she had been duped into falling for someone unavailable, Alunya tried to push away her feelings for Grace. But it proved difficult since she truly did love Grace and enjoyed spending time with her. Eventually, after much soul searching, Alunya decided to follow her heart and keep pursuing the relationship with Grace.
Together, they faced any obstacles thrown their way by society and naysayers, including disapproving family members. Their journey wasn't easy, but it ultimately led to a happier, more fulfilling life for both of them. In the end, Alunya discovered that sometimes, the most unexpected circumstances can lead to true love and a stronger bond with those we care deeply about.
No.416023
>>415613I think since nobody did that story, lemme myself try it~
…
It was a sunny day as the sunlight is touching and softening the skin, the bird voices echoing around, the heat waves making wandering souls sweat… Grace-chan, sitting, elegantly sipping her tea in a royal bower next to her own forest. She wasn't with her servants and decided to spend some time alone in the peace of nature after got over many tough royal stuff… then, suddenly, unusual cat sounds started coming from the forest at irregular intervals. Grace-chan, got "a little" scared, and at the same time, curious, slowly slowly got up from the bower and stepped into the vast forest… She was following the voices… as it gets… louder…louder…and loader… as Grace-chan is experiencing some kind of fear entrenched with curiosity as she also sweats… now… she can see something happening there from the bush… The sight she saw was quite interesting… Alunya standing there as she was meowing to a squirrel that stolen her skirt and got on the top of the tree…
fortunately she was wearing a pair of shorts underneath so she wasn't looking naked.
Grace-chan, with a slight blush on her face, appeared and faced the violator of her own private property. "W-what are you doing here!?" said Grace-chan. "T-the squirrel, just stole my skirt!" said Alunya…
Grace-chan, when just seeing Alunya, uncontrollably continued to blush as she is looking at Alunya, like she was secretly desiring to see her… her fear and curiosity that was following her vanished and some sense of pleasure was around her, but she tidied herself up then said "I do not care, get out of my royal forest!", Alunya, looked at the squirrel with angered eyes, then looked at Grace-Chan's emerald eyes… She sighed and said "Mkay…" with an unsatisfied look… She spent all the day chasing that thief squirrel and at the end she lost… She was feeling tired so she accepted her fate, without any words or buts, she slowly went away from Grace-chan's sight… Grace-chan, being grumpy, murmured herself "Mmh… Alunya started to appear more frequently… She should know that I am a princess and act like such!"
Then, the squirrel holding the skirt have accidentaly fallen down from the tree as Alunya's skirt fell on a stone standing there… Grace-chan looked at the sweaty skirt… without any words… She just looked at like a newborn captured into the grandiose sight of outer world… She, with slow steps, got near the skirt… picked it… gave it a look once again… a-and… she brought the skirt close to her nose… what was she doing? What was that strange urge of her? And, she took a sniff… Alunya's sweaty scent passed through her nose, her body and senses with a harmony was melting… her heart started to race&bump intensely… as the blush spread all her face and it became like a tomato, was that how it feels being close to Alunya's presence? She was desperately sniffing more and more frequently as the warmth taking all her senses into a blissful state… It was way too addictive, with every smell, she utmostly desired an another, she desired Alunya's presence… and her skirt was a fragment of it… It was like, a selfish and pure feeling was waking up in her heart… She would probably lose her mind if she didn't stop now, but the smell had taken away everything else and became the only thing that she's able to focus on… She just didnt care anything else, if someone was dying in front of her… she would still sniff… if a servant of her seeing that embarassing moment of her… she would just still sniff… All her senses were in a melting pot with a strange pleasure that she have never felt before… She was in the starry heavens…
…
Hours passed in the hourglass, as the midnight almost arrived… and Grace-chan was just psychopathically sniffing, it was just too overwhelming, she found herself in draining in the smell more and more intensely… also, guess her body was at the stage of brokenness that her pantsu was all wet just from the smell… She was just in a complete state of ectasy…
…
But then, something has happened, after a long while of addictive ectasy, Grace-chan somehow managed to get into her senses… She looked at the Alunya's skirt… She blushed… She was aware of what has just happened… It was just too embarassing to imagine… Like what if someone sees that moment of her, such as a prince?.. She just jumped away from the skirt… looked at it like an alien thing… She said to herself "H-hu-huh-fuh", she was extremely sweating and tired from sniffing the skirt without any breaks… She once again looked at the skirt standing on the grass, folded it and put it in her pocket… ahem of course it was because she was extremely confused and curious about what has just happened so she would try to find out afterwards… and, overhelmingly tired, she walked some steps into the royal palace… her servants ran to her in worry and helped her to get into her room…
After all what happened, Grace putted the skirt into a chest, and lied down into her luxurious royal bed… she sighed… her eyes slowly closed as she was finally fallen asleep… But I guess in the end, when will Grace wake up, she would hope it was all a dream.
—End—
No.416026
>>416023Wow, Grace is very pervy, obsessive, and lovesick in your canon. It is well written!
No.416027
World building? anons could draw a map.
A setting like /siberia/ or a colony or any place.
No.416042
>>416023Damn this is a very nice story!
No.416049
>>416023>>416037>>416042I got an artist to sketch your scene, but the artist ended up drawing Alunya sniffing Grace-chan's skirt instead.
I think you should write another fanfic so this pic has some use.
No.416052
>>416042Thank uuu tooo
>>416049Noooooooo it should have been otherwise *tears*
No.416055
>>416053This text made me so happi and glad ^^
No.416068
>>416063>>416066My heart wont handle all this… >//<
No.416070
>>416068keep it steady, more fanfic art coming soon.
No.416071
>>416023Keep on sniffing little princess
No.416104
>>416083What did we do to deserve these amazing pictures?
No.416145
I guess I can finally depart from the world after experiencing this beautiful thread…
(Can som anon archive it and send pdf…)
No.416149
>>416124>>416125Now I yearn for Alunya x Grace 4koma
No.416223
>>415794She stormed through the grand halls, her long legs carrying her forward with fierce determination. Her raven hair fell in wild tangles around her furious face as she pushed past guards and courtiers alike, their startled gazes following her progress. And then at last she reached it - the great golden throne, upon which sat the one who had wronged her so deeply. Grace. With a final, enraged cry, she leaped like an Olympic acrobat, unhinging her cat-fanged jaw mid air, and came straight down, perpendicular to her quarry, and inhaled her instantly in a single gulp.
“No, please!” Grace cried, but it was too late. She was inside Alunya now, engulfed in soft tissues. Then the fluids came. Alunya’s stomach began to secrete enzymes, breaking down Grace’s proteins into smaller peptides and amino acids. Grace screamed. Never in her life had she felt so much suffering. Grace’s peptides and amino acids were redistributed like wealth seized in a revolution throughout Alunya’s bloodstream. The rest of grace was turned into a big fat steaming turd, and Alunya pooped it out on the throne.
“Your majesty, welcome back.” said Cat Alunya.
“Dude, uncool.” Said turd Grace.
Alunya reached into her pocket, pulled out some fresh cat litter, and sprinkled it upon turd grace like Salt Bae.
"Consider yourself baptized." said Alunya, "You cheating whore."
No.416246
>>415584(Continuing where I left off last)
Aluyna Stares at the food once more, back to Grace and the food once again. With a defeated sigh decided that what was the worst that could happen. Remembering the last time she had ate some of Grace's Cooking, it was bland and flavorless. Alunya noticed that Grace seemed to be enjoying the food, so with a shrug she took the steak knife and fork and cuts off a piece of the meat. It too was Medium Rare, while it looked juicy anything at this point was going to be quite good. Taking the piece of meat and biting it as she began to chew it. Slowly at first as the flavor was actually there; Garlic, Onion Powder, Salt, Peppercorn, was that a hint of butter? It was really good Alunya's eyes opened up wide as it was delicious.
Giggling to herself Grace seemed satisified doing her best to hide that smile she had. She could tell from Alunya's reaction that the food was great, after all she took her many tries to get this right. Despite having servants cooking her food constantly as she grew up she wanted to prove herself that she can handle this task of food preparations. She continued to elegantly eat her food, placing the knife and fork to the side and putting her napkin on top of the Plate. Placing her hand onto the side of her face watching Alunya eat now showing that smile.
"My, My seems someone was quite hungry, it seems that my food was actually really good~ Oh ho ho ho." Grace remarks once again showing her satisfaction in her tone.
Eating more of the meat and stuffing her face with the carrots and mashed potatoes, Alunya swallows to finally answer the question from Grace.
"Surprisingly its not as bad as I thought. I got to say Grace as much as I hate to admit it you did good." Alunya remarks.
If Grace wasn't smiling brightly before she was now wiggling in the seat. Giving herself a little yes giggling happily.
"Why of course my dearest Alunya. I am glad you enjoyed it! IT makes me happy knowing that you are eating my most fabulous meal to bless these walls." Grace Boasted.
Dismissingly waving her hand Alunya went back to eating with a grunt. Thinking that Grace was getting to a head of herself but she would allow it. Since we have to celebrate the small victories. It was another few minutes before Alunya finished her meal, leaning back in her chair letting out a sigh.
"Well I suppose I should thank you for this Meal Grace, as I said before you did great. Here I thought you wouldn't be able cook something so flavorful compared to the last time you made something for me." Alunya remarks.
"Why Of course! A person like myself would obivously know the best ingrediants to combine to make an flavorful and heartfelt..I mean hearty meal." Grace nods with satisfaction.
Alunya shrugged her shoulder getting up from the table grabbing the plates, forks and knives putting them in the sink. Turning on the water adding some soap letting them sit for the time being. Going back over to Grace and gently pats her on the head.
"You did a good job Grace, I really appreciate the meal even with your boasting. Keep doing the good work and come up with your own style." Alunya says with a gentleness to her tone.
Grace's face lit up Brightly now not expecting the head pat, much less a heartfelt appreciation of her work being noticed. Hiding her face between her hands now as she protests, "Jeez Alunya you didn't have to pet me on the head I am not some child you know who needs parsing over something so minor. It was simply just a meal after all nothing more."
Puffing out her cheeks a little, Grace was super embarrassed about all this, while Alunya only simply laughed petting Grace's head once more.
"Of Course Grace whatever you say." she says with a mischievous grin on her face.
Once Alunya stopped the head patting Grace was bright red still in shock about what happened. Her face covered still as she was trying to hide the fact that she really enjoyed the praise she got from Alunya and the head patting felt nice.
No.416266
>>416223Ehh…
>>416246It is way too cute! Awesome story, anon.
No.416288
>>416266I would say that this little Arc is Done. Plus my forte is writing stuff like this, Grim Dark Stories take cute things into a more grounded reality (ironically wrote a story about a pandemic situation like 12 years ago or something and the response a government would have. Quarantining and having the citizens die to stop the Spread of the Disease, taking examples from the Black Plague to write this mind you), Misadventures of a Crossdressing Noble who was married into the nobility while dealing with a clumsy husband trying to make his way in being a normal person. Villain arcs for characters from a MMORPG I used to play where role-players needed some villains to be introduced to help with the story.
I'd try my hand again at writing Yuri stories that are cute and fluffy with that romance between two girls of the opposite ideologies coming together as lovers. Sappy stuff like that fucking ends me.
No.416505
>>416145>(Can som anon archive it and send pdf…)The thread has only just begun, anon.
There is yet more fanfic and pictures!
unless anons get bored writing fanfic and stop>>416246The best moments were when Grace wiggled in her seat and reacted to headpats.
Places for the next arc. Maybe like the beach or carnival / fair.
Grace would likely be scared of the rides like the ferris wheel or end up getting clown face paint. Or share ice cream at another place. Or play /games/. Or sharing a seat
or their lap No.416658
>>415792>>415566Literal king shit
No.416696
people should stop entertaining the grace poster and just ban
No.416697
>>416696well we put up with you don't we?
No.416709
>>416696I actually like them.
No.416710
>>416696What do u mean, Grace-Poster is so sweet! >:c
How rude of u!
No.416723
>>416696"lurk more, they're a fixture of the community going back to 8chan"
^ what we say to anyone new who is baffled by this place, usually right before they leave
No.416729
>>416697If you think the philosophy student is even remotely comparable to this massive assburger reactionary otaku monarchist then you're simply a misogynist and should be banned to
And I don't even like the philosophy she's peddling, I think it's too radlibby and academicist No.417412
"I thought you would never show up." said Grace-chan in an annoyed voice, trying to hide her excitement. "I still don't understand why you had to choose this restaurant." "Why not?" replied Alunya. "They have good hamburgers. Plus you said you would pay, so we might as well eat something good for once. Or is it too fancy for your wallet?" "Don't worry, the royal treasury is bottomless." assured her Grace-chan. Alunya knew that the "royal treasury" was just a wallet and it was almost always empty due to Grace-chan's obsession with cosplaying as an aristocrat. But it was a cheap burgering place and if they couldn't pay, they could still make a run for it. After a brief pause, Grace-chan opened the door, but before entering she turned to Alunya a bit embarrassed: "Are you sure you are okay with eating with me? You know my political views…" she asked sheepishly. "Of course, of course! It can't be worse than dumpster diving!" replied Alunya giggling. That answer did not put Grace-chan at ease.
They went to the cashier and gave their orders. Alunya ordered the biggest hamburger offered, hoping that it would be filling enough so that she could skip a few meals afterwards and wouldn't have to worry for a while about food. Grace-chan ordered the same hamburger too. She wanted to order an even bigger one to demonstrate to Alunya her superiority, but they did not have anything bigger. This amused Alunya, she did not think Grace-chan could eat all that. They paid and sat down at a table with only two seats, facing each other. A few minutes passed in awkward silence.
Finally the hamburgers arrived. "Let's dig in!" said Alunya excitedly. Without waiting for Grace-chan to reply, she started stuffing the burger in her mouth. It was a huge one, almost as big as her head, dripping with sauce. Just making sure that it does not fall apart with every bite required all of her attention. Only when she paused to catch her breath did she realize that she got the sauce everywhere. Suddenly she remembered that she was with Grace-chan. Curiously she glanced at her to see how she was holding up against the meal. Grace-chan was eating with fine cutlery, wearing a spotless bib. Alunya wondered if this place even offered cutlery or Grace-chan brought her own. She was mesmerized watching Grace-chan meticiously working away at her meal. "Hey Alunya, you are staring." Grace-chan reminded her gently, then started lecturing her: "And how are you eating? Just look at yourself, you are covered in sauce head to toe! Did nobody teach you proper table manners? Geez, you should at least try to behave when you are in the company of royalty, just think about what the plebs would say if they saw us–" She couldn't finish as Alunya leaned over the table and licked her cheek. "What are you doing!" cried out Grace-chan with her face now as red as the flag fo the Commune. "Oh, there was same sauce on your face, I just cleaned it up" lied Alunya. "It's catgirl table manners to clean each other up." Smugly grinning, she spread her arms out invitingly.
Grace-chan did not clean Alunya up at the restaurant. But later that day, while spending the night at Grace-chan, Alunya got to know very well what the royal tongue was capable of.
No.417890
>>417887
Wrong doe cuz grace is lesbian and bbc belongs to men
No.417893
>>417890>grace is lesbianShe's only and only Alunyasexual!
>>417887That's evil!
No.417961
>>417433>>417472>>417955>grace eats burgers with utensils rather than her handsas a northern Scandinavian this pleases me. filthy southerners
No.417964
>>417961YOU START BY USING THE UTENSILS ON THE OUTSIDE TO EAT THE APPETIZERS THEN YOU WORK YOUR WAY INWARD TO EAT THE ENTREE AND FINALLY THE DESSERT AND YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER TO USE THE SOUP SPOON TO EAT THE SOUP AND SCOOP AWAY FROM YOURSELF IN ORDER TO NOT DIRTY YOUR FANCY CLOTHES AND YOU HOLD THE WINE GLASS BY PARTING YOUR 4 FINGERS AND CUPPING UNDERNEATH AND YOU ALSO NEED TO WEAR AN APRON WHILE YOU EAT AND YOU ALSO NEED TO MIND YOUR MANNERS AND THEN YOU SLICE THE BURGER WITH THE BURGER FORK AND THE BURGER KNIFE EVEN DOE BURGERS ARE SANDWICHES AND SHOULD BE EATEN WITH YOUR HANDS
No.417971
>>417964t. upset utensillet
No.417993
>>417967I don't think anyone is reading in this thread.
No.418018
>>417993I think anons are having a comfy time reading this thread.
No.418203
I think Grace has an ugly Design
No.418319
>>418203Grace-chan's design has changed.
Things that were removed from her design over time:
<x the white diagonal band<x the old straight hair design<x the extra buttons – was simplified<x Changed her boots from white to black<x Grace used to wear glasses oldfag secretPending changes:
>+ Crown badge will likely be removed so Grace is an easier draw>+ Her belt >+ Alternative wardrobe / outfitsGrace has the same problem Alunya has with her dress, imo.
No.418404
>>416729idk how misogyny fits into this just because anfemflag is a woman. the key difference is that gracefag only really posts in siberia and shares cute ocs + no one takes them seriously in the slightest on the monarchy stuff (as effort posts they r still rather interesting). sorry not sorry
No.418412
Requesting a story about the pic~
>>416729>this massive assburger reactionary otaku monarchistPwease stop bullying grace-poster, anon!
>>418404>no one takes them seriously in the slightest on the monarchy stuffI take them serious! Like all of us, there are things that grace-poster clings to and intertwines in this absurd existence: 3, of course its gloomy that it's some kind of monarchism~ but I guess can't do anything about it. It's Grace-Poster and her/his world and lost soul.
Also- I just enjoy these all the stuff- :'< if Grace-Poster ever goes away, I'd fall in bitter ache.
No.418413
>>416696another day another anfem banger
No.418574
>>418319>Grace used to wear glassesWe have to RETVRN
Alunya: Hey Grace-chan, you used to wear glasses, right?
Grace: Yes, but that was a long time ago, why are you asking?
Alunya: I just met Tania and was wondering if the glasses ever get in the way during–
Grace: Oh yes! It got in the way all the time! Like it would fog up when you got on the bus in the winter, or when you ate hot instant noodles, or…
Alunya: If it ever gets in the way when someone is sitting on your face.
Grace: Well, I wouldn't know that, since I only ever do the sittin– Wait a minute, you were thinking about Tania
that way?!
Alunya: Of course not, please calm down!!
That night Grace-chan got her old glasses out and Alunya had to wear them as a punishment while they were testing if it got in the way.
No.418595
>>417412>while spending the night at Grace-chan, Alunya got to know very well what the royal tongue was capable of.>>418574>That night Grace-chan got her old glasses out and Alunya had to wear them as a punishment while they were testing if it got in the way.I like how the lewd posts are short and sweet
<later that night… xxxThis is what happened later that night.
No.418649
>>418494>You will likely end up writing these stories again.=~= guess so, althrough my mind is generally vast and there's only a silent abyss; so I am not sure if the story is going to be nicey…….
>>418412(me)
Well, I'll try this,
It may be counted as a sequel of this I guess
>>416023…
Grace-chan found herself in an almost everlasting night… fragments of memories… the memories of scent of alunya… the mysterious echoing sounds of the night… after all, she hadn't seen Alunya for several days… and *since that day* , She hadn't even touched the treasure chest in which lies there Alunya's skirt, Grace gazed at the chest as it's something frightening… but ever since that day, or long before, Grace-chan's heart ached with pain… the brutal form of desire of Grace-chan, it wasn't leaving her alone and haunting her… Grace-chan was sleepless, and her giant palace, her maids… everything else became nauseating as long as she couldn't see Alunya, Grace-chan continued her daily princess routines, but she was like a broken machine who desperately tried that everything looked fine… Alunya had given her a taste of a strange peace, and now that she couldn't see her for days, the peace turned into a heartache… excruciating heartache and heightened anxiety…
And yes, the sounds of the midnight was echoing, Grace-chan had been sleepless for so long… she was cold even though it wasn't cold inside, she was in pain even though she wasn't bleeding, the echoes of the midnight only filled her anxiety.
Grace-chan might have wished not to exist at this moment, but how could she ever reach Alunya if she didn't exist?~ and suddenly there was a flash of lightning! Grace-chan was also startled now… slowly she lay out of the bed, opened the great royal curtain… and another lightning flashed, sleeplessly watching the view, as another lightnings flashed and flashed and flashed, and the rain began to pour in. It's surely going to be an unusual summer~ She looked at the big clock on the wall, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock… It was 3 o'clock she thought. Grace sighed with stress, she was just in pain, what could she do, the painful material conditions she was in only made her break even more… Her character, her personality, her position, her illusionary state of self-awareness… all, everything had suddenly lost its meaning. What are these feelings? And ah, suddenly, her door rattled, Grace-chan just couldn't stand it, this night seemed to last forever, but Grace-chan almost felt she was going to die if it lasted a little more… the door rattled and knocked… *knock knock*
Who was knocking the door in the middle of midnight?
…
Grace-chan slowly reached for the door and opened it. Her face suddenly turned red… Alunya was standing in front of her, soaked in wet.
Instantly, all the anxiety had gone and that warm peace heated Grace-chan again…
"Huhf, puhf… h-hello Grace!" said Alunya
"W-what are you doing here!? H-how did you get here?" said Grace
"Well…" Alunya, deeply looked in Grace-chan's eyes. "I was… reading theory in my basement all the time, fully focussed… and ha ha, after a while, I wondered what are you doing, so I am now here, it wasn't that difficult to infiltrate, everyone is sleeping." Alunya continued to focus on Grace-chan's emerald eyes, but I guess even Alunya enjoys it way too much, her body couldnt function&blush but there are dark circles under her eyes since reading stuff non-stop for days slipping away one after another. Unlike Grace's, which is near to the stage to entirely break from blushing and heart bumping even Grace is too lack of sleep.
"Y-you just again violated my royal property! I am a princess y'know, unlike a… commoner like you… you should inform me and not do such things again"
Alunya giggled "So, you are not happy that I am here? We will be together in the sight of this midnight!"
Grace just blushed more… "I…"
All of a sudden Alunya pushed Grace-chan against the wall with a momentary desire and placed her hand next to her. "You silly princess, the only existent property relation is you being mi-."
Grace was literally melting… sweating… and trying to desperately handle all the affection, Alunya was too near… She couldn't even form a regular phrase "I-I-I accewpt b-be mergwed be wi-wiwth y-ywo fowever!"
Alunya, aimed to just treasure Grace-chan's emerald eyes got confused "H-huh!?"
Grace-chan was overwhelmed in the newly appeared strange and intense feelings of her, "L-lewst be , be towgether, slewp togethewr! Fowever!" Affection-drunk, Grace looked Alunya with puppy eyes. What the heck was happening! Alunya was getting lost in her senses and instincts too… she seemed to blush a little, and took Grace-chan in the bed, without any said words, kissing and embracing her as they got were in an deep ectasy… The haunting emotions of midnight upon Grace-chan was all gone.
No.418651
>>418574>Grace-chan with glassescue a bunch of drawings of Alunya bullying the monarchist nerd, dunking her head in a toilet and shoving her into lockers
No.418654
>>418651Why would Alunya bully the person she loves?
No.418690
>>418649This was a fun scene.
It almost was like a prolonged kissing scene.
I love how anon references emerald eyesAlunya's personality is nice in this.
>>418651>>418654inb4 Grace likes being bullied by Alunya in your story.
No.418696
>>418692I wish I could be that amogus
No.418698
>>418319i think it's still ugly. maybe it is the hands and the hair. too basic. alunya is a great masot bc pops. grace is dull and boring. alunya is radiant and iconic
No.418700
>>418698Grace's hair is radiant like the day.
Alunya's hair is dark like the night.
Grace has long, puffy hair and cute side hairs to be brushed and pampered.
Alunya has short, bratty hair and affectionate cat ears to scratch.
>it's still uglySo many others would say Grace is cute and they say this despite being leftists.
No.418701
>>418698You think it is ugly because it is an appealing design to cis-oid het-oid moid-oids
oids.
No.418702
>>418698Would you like Grace-chan if someone were to commission a drawing of her from them?
No.418776
>>418649Grace-chan is a nervous wreck
No.418792
>>418700She has a bowl cut.
No.418793
>>418701Agreeee i don’t think its appealing even then though honestly i think it just isn’t that good
No.418795
>>418702Huh? Idk what u mean. Like if someone else drew her? I dunno, I think the design is just really dull. I think she has the style of a North Korean parade officer or something. Plastic and lifeless. I could think of a few things that would improve the design drastically. Maybe it appeals to men? Idk. To me it’s ugly.
No.418797
>>418795>I could think of a few things that would improve the design drasticallyWhat are these few things?
No.418800
>>418797The jacket needs more trim. The hair needs more texture and the fringe needs to be… not just a bowl cut. You should put some decorations in her hair or something. The lines are quite rigid and tough and there’s nothing bubbly about it (her cheeks are non-existent, no blush, no interesting facial features). Even just giving her some lips or some better textured eyes and hair could improve it a lot. honestly it’s just generally really plain and the art style is unimaginative. It’s like you traced an image from a mediocre anime or something. Can’t you create a more interesting art style than generic mid-studio anime?
No.418801
>>418800Maybe it’s because it’s a digital image or something, but i like art with personality even if it;’s more rough. This is too clean.
Look, I’m a REALLY bad artist, I’ve been drawing for a really short amount of time. But I think there’s more personality in my drawings than in any of the Grace pics. It’s just so sterile and dull.
No.418809
>>418800>Can’t you create a more interesting art style than generic mid-studio anime?But I like the style.
>Even just giving her some lipsI don't like realistic lips or fleshy lips.
>no blushDon't want to spill too much tomato juice on her cheeks unless warranted.
No.418822
>>418319Seas Shanty2 is my jam I see the name and it just plays without me playing the video.
No.418847
>>418830Ah yeah this is now a Runescape Thread now baby, also I will be writing again in the next couple of days.
No.418875
>>418809The monarchist has terrible and bland artistic taste… what a non-surprise
No.418878
>>418792She has hime cut because she's princess…
No.418949
Next fanfic: someone should write about Alunya brushing Grace's hair and admiring it.
>>418878Exactly.
No.419215
bumping for moar
No.419589
>>419330>Basically it would be the Russian civil war, with Rodina and the red army and grace the white armyDo you want them in uniforms? If you could send a references or pictures, this would be helpful.
Any specific details about Rodina to note?
No.419591
>>419589>Do you want them in uniformsyeah
Heres basically some references for Rodina. Her with the hat, her as drawn by paps and her without hat. and some russian civil war stuff I just got real quick. Things to note. Rodina is small, smallest out of all tans. And she would either be an officer or a general, along with grace. She wouldn't be a grunt is for sure
No.419680
if only we had more fanfic anons, but hopefully there will be more contributions.
No.419962
next up, alunya and grace playing /games/.
No.420119
who makes these amazing OC drawings?
No.420122
>>420119They are commissioned by Graceposter.
No.420140
>>420122for how many biden$? we need a capybara OC
No.420150
>>420045>>420045This one isn't. It's old and from paps
No.420152
>>420140Grace with a Capybara? We could see that being a thing.
No.420374
>>420152will there be a story?
idk anons get drawings based off whatever fanfic they write.
No.420638
>>420637I wish I could write…
No.420639
Chapter 7: The Kiss of Gold
Grace, a staunch monarchist, and her feline friend Alunya, a passionate communist, embarked on an exciting adventure to visit their eccentric friend, Sir Gaylord. As they approached the magnificent mansion surrounded by sprawling gardens, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and curiosity about what awaited them inside.
Sir Gaylord, an enigmatic and fabulously wealthy English aristocrat, had always been known for his eccentric inventions and extravagant lifestyle. Grace and Alunya were eager to see what marvels he had concocted this time.
The grand entrance of the mansion swung open, revealing Sir Gaylord, dressed in a splendid tailcoat, with a top hat perched jauntily on his head. "Ah, my dearest friends! What a delightful surprise to see you," he exclaimed, extending a hand to welcome them inside. Grace and Alunya exchanged amused glances before stepping over the threshold.
The mansion's interior was opulent, adorned with gilded furniture and exquisite artwork. Sir Gaylord led them through the lavishly decorated halls, each step echoing with the weight of their anticipation. Finally, they arrived at a secluded laboratory tucked away in a corner of the mansion.
With an air of theatricality, Sir Gaylord revealed his latest invention—a contraption that appeared to be a peculiar blend of science and magic. It consisted of a large, ornate machine with gears, levers, and a glass chamber in the center. "Behold! The Kiss to Gold Converter!" he declared, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Grace and Alunya stared at the contraption in awe. "Is it really possible?" Grace asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Indeed, my dear Grace," Sir Gaylord replied with a grin. "This marvelous invention has the ability to transform a simple kiss into solid gold."
Alunya's eyes narrowed skeptically. "Turning affection into material wealth? That sounds rather capitalistic, doesn't it?"
Sir Gaylord chuckled heartily. "Ah, my dear Alunya, I'm well aware of your communist leanings. But fear not, this is all in good fun. Consider it a whimsical experiment, nothing more."
Curiosity overcoming any reservations, Grace stepped forward. "Shall we give it a test, then?"
Sir Gaylord adjusted the contraption and explained its operation. "It's quite simple. One person places their lips against this glass chamber, and the other delivers a heartfelt kiss from the opposite side. The contraption will then work its magic, turning that affection into solid gold."
Grace glanced at Alunya, and they exchanged a knowing look. With a mischievous smile, Alunya said, "Very well, let's see what this contraption can do."
Alunya positioned herself behind the glass chamber, her eyes fixed on Grace. Grace stepped up, her lips pressed gently against the glass. Alunya leaned in, planting a firm, affectionate kiss on the other side. The machine hummed to life, gears spinning and levers clicking into place.
A moment later, the glass chamber filled with a golden glow. The hum intensified, and a soft whirring sound permeated the air. Then, in a burst of dazzling light, the golden glow transformed into a small, intricate golden figurine—depicting Grace and Alunya, side by side, their friendship immortalized in gold.
The room erupted with applause and laughter as Sir Gaylord triumphantly presented the golden figurine to Grace and Alunya. "A symbol of your everlasting friendship," he declared.
Grace and Alunya admired the golden figurine, both touched by the sentiment and the remarkable invention. Though their political ideologies may have differed, their friendship remained strong, transcending such divisions.
As they bid farewell to Sir Gaylord, Grace and Alunya carried the golden figurine with them, a reminder of the magic they had witnessed and the power of their enduring bond.
Little did they know that their visit to Sir Gaylord's mansion would leave an indelible mark on their journey, forever shaping their perspective on wealth, friendship, and the transformative power of invention.
No.420641
i still dont understand why this grace monarchist character keeps showing up here. can they go somewhere else
No.420646
>>420639Did you write this? Why does it start with Chapter 7? Where are the other chapters?
No.420652
It looks like there will be around 6 or more drawings next batch.
>>420639I am not sure how the glass scene would be depicted, but we'll see.
>>420646The other chapters are exclusives for a certain eyes only.
>>420641>can they go somewhere else2nd pic related is you.
grace will make herself at home, with her boots on, and stay longer No.420657
The jannies get exclusive access to chapters 1-6.
No.420678
>>420639It was a fun read, also it gave a vibe of a cartoon~ 〵(⌒˽⌒)〴
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⠃⢀⢳⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⢀⠔⠀⠉⡖⠬⣙⢻⣿⣄⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣎⠀⣸⠔⢨⡁⠀⠑⢄⠀⠙⢻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣯⣿⡇⣡⠀⠠⠑⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠎⠀⠀⣘⢺⣿⣿⣿⠀⠠⠃⠀⢀⠎⠀⠀⢀⠝⠻⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⠞⠑⡀⠀⠑⠄⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣯⣿⣾⣿⣿⡇⢥⠂⢁⠀⠈⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡝⠁⠀⠀⢠⢣⢹⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⢠⠘⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠈⢂⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣟⣿⣷⣿⡇⣎⣱⠀⠂⠀⠈⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⡼⢮⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣤⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢾⡍⡆⠀⠀⠘⠘⣧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡓⣌⢺⣿⣿⣟⣿⠙⠦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣽⣷⣿⣿⣽⣿⡷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠖⠁⠈⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⠘⡤⡘⡇⠀⠀⡀⢁⢱⡆⠀
⠀⠠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⡜⡔⢢⠩⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠉⠓⠲⠤⣤⣄⣠⠮⠌⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠉⠉⠒⠒⠒⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣽⡏⡜⡰⢑⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⢟⡀
⠀⢾⠁⠀⠀⠠⠀⢰⡉⢆⠣⡑⣿⣿⣷⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⣿⣽⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⣿⣿⡿⣿⡇⣒⢑⡊⠼⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⢸⡃
⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⡘⡌⢆⢣⠑⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠰⣈⠦⡑⢎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧
⢸⡃⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⡓⢬⠘⡤⢋⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣤⣤⣄⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣻⣽⣿⣿⡟⣠⠃⢦⢉⠆⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⣿
⠈⣣⠀⠀⢀⠀⠠⢍⠢⢍⠴⡁⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣽⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⠤⢋⡔⢊⡜⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⡏
⠀⠸⣆⠀⠀⠀⠐⣊⠱⢊⡔⠩⢼⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⢿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣯⣷⣿⣿⢿⣾⣿⣿⣽⣾⣿⣿⠨⠜⢢⡘⠆⡔⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⢸⠇
⠀⠀⠘⢦⣀⠀⠀⢣⡉⠖⣈⠓⣼⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣟⣿⣽⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⡿⣿⣾⣿⢿⣻⡿⣈⢣⡑⢌⡚⠄⠀⠀⡀⠀⢀⡟⠀
No.420709
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣴⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⣝⡻⣿⣷⣦⠀⠤⠖⡐⢒⠒⡒⢒⠒⡒⢂⠢⠤⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣟⠴⢓⠩⢁⠢⢉⠔⢂⠡⢊⡐⠡⠌⢂⡑⠌⢂⡑⠢⡐⢩⠒⣿⣿⣿⡿⣟⢯⢫⠵⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢋⠤⠘⡠⠊⡄⢃⠌⡰⠈⢆⠡⡐⢡⠊⠔⡰⠈⢆⠰⠁⢆⡁⢒⠨⠻⣷⡹⡜⣎⢧⢻⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢂⠱⠈⡄⠣⢐⠡⡐⠌⡰⠠⡉⢄⠢⢁⠆⡘⠰⠠⡉⢄⠊⡡⢂⠌⢂⠡⢃⠹⣷⣝⢦⣋⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠓⡉⢄⠣⡐⢡⠊⠔⡈⠆⡁⢆⠑⡂⢡⠊⠤⢁⢃⡑⠌⡄⠣⢐⠢⢘⠠⢃⠌⣂⠙⣿⣶⣽⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⢡⠃⡘⢠⢂⠡⢂⠜⠠⡑⢨⠐⠌⠤⠑⡂⠜⣀⠣⢀⠒⡈⠤⠑⡂⢡⠊⠰⣈⠰⢀⠎⡘⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⢈⠆⡘⢠⢁⠢⢑⠨⠄⡃⠜⡀⠎⡈⠆⡑⢨⠐⡄⢢⠁⢎⠐⣁⡃⡘⠄⡌⢡⠐⠢⣁⠒⠰⡘⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠁⡞⡁⠆⢌⠰⡈⠔⡨⠐⡡⢘⠠⣇⠘⡠⢁⠒⡈⠔⣈⠂⡅⢂⢷⠈⡔⠨⠄⢃⠡⡐⠌⡡⠐⠻⣿⣏⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠌⡗⢨⠐⡌⠰⣀⠣⣐⠥⢆⠡⢂⣧⠘⢠⠁⠎⣒⠓⡒⠎⡔⢨⢸⡥⠐⡡⢊⠄⢣⠐⡡⢂⠍⢂⢿⣿⠨⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡘⣧⢁⠒⡈⠔⡠⢜⠡⡘⣀⢃⠂⡟⡌⢂⡉⠔⡠⠊⠤⠑⡨⢐⠨⡵⣁⠒⡄⢊⠄⢢⠁⢆⡘⠄⢚⣿⡐⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢭⢆⡘⠤⠑⡰⠈⡔⠐⡄⠢⢉⢥⡙⢤⢂⣱⣀⣣⣌⣱⣤⣇⡒⡉⢌⡷⢀⢃⡘⠄⡊⢄⠒⡈⠆⢿⡀⢃⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡎⡑⣚⣒⣳⣶⣷⣶⣷⣮⡉⠠⢀⠂⡐⠐⣿⡿⠟⠛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣥⠎⢄⠰⡈⠔⡨⠄⡑⠨⢼⡰⢁⣁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⣡⣯⣿⡟⠉⠁⠀⣨⣿⡇⠐⡀⠂⠄⡉⣿⣓⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢻⡈⠔⢂⠡⢊⡐⠌⡰⢁⠺⡐⠤⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡗⣀⠚⢿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠹⣾⢣⠐⠠⢁⠂⠄⡈⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⡠⠁⢼⡐⡉⢄⠣⠐⡄⠃⡔⠨⡐⢁⠆⡕⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⢆⡘⡈⡇⣢⢤⠤⠄⣰⠁⠠⢁⠂⠌⠐⠠⢈⠐⠒⡀⠙⠍⡐⢸⠰⡈⠔⡈⢅⠢⢑⠠⢃⠌⢂⠌⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢠⡰⡌⣱⠁⡈⡄⢆⠈⡱⠇⡄⠆⡌⢠⢁⠆⡌⠰⢠⢁⠆⡄⡹⣤⠱⣨⢰⠆⡌⢆⡅⢦⡼⢠⢾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇⢧⠳⡙⣇⡅⠆⡌⠆⡅⢣⢘⠰⡘⠰⡈⠆⣜⢠⢃⠎⡘⡄⣇⢦⠳⡅⠏⣜⢱⢘⢦⢣⡷⣮⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⡋⣦⢣⡹⣦⡘⡄⢣⢘⢰⣈⣆⣅⢣⣡⡷⠛⡀⢎⠰⢡⢸⡏⢦⠳⣡⢧⣟⡰⢫⢦⡿⣸⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡷⢘⣷⠱⢉⠷⣘⠰⠈⠎⠹⢉⠉⠆⠙⡀⢃⠱⢈⠘⡰⡞⠸⡈⢆⣳⠟⣈⠱⢳⢿⡾⢋⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢄⢟⢢⡁⠆⠌⡓⡮⢄⡁⠂⠌⠠⢁⠐⡀⣂⠴⠋⣱⠉⡔⡨⡾⢃⠌⣤⣾⣷⣾⣷⣄⢚⣴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠪⡆⢱⠬⡒⢠⠹⡮⣫⠙⣘⣦⣴⡖⠉⠄⢂⣱⡡⠞⢺⠧⣵⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⢁⠢⢉⠓⡊⠵⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⡐⠈⡁⠄⠂⠄⢂⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠎⢠⠃⢌⠂⢥⣸⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠐⠠⢁⢐⣈⣴⣼⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠻⠿⠿⠿⠛⡁⠱⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⡡⠘⡄⡘⢠⠊⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⡱⢠⠁⢆⠡⠡⠌⡢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⡡⠊⢄⠃⠤⣱⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣶⣬⣅⣆⡁⠎⡢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⢡⠊⢄⠱⠈⡌⢲⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⡐⡁⠎⡢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠣⠘⡀⠎⠰⡈⢡⠐⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠔⡁⠆⢡⠊⢢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⢊⠄⢢⠑⡨⠌⢡⠐⡡⢌⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠠⢑⡈⠆⡘⠄⡑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⠌⡂⠜⡀⠎⡐⠌⡂⢅⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⢆⠰⠁⡜⠠⡑⠨⠱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠃⡜⠠⡑⢨⠐⡡⠌⢂⢱⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡅⢊⠄⢣⢀⠣⡐⠡⠃⡜⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡔⠄⠣⠄⢃⠌⡄⠃⡔⡈⢆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢎⡀⠎⢠⢁⠃⡅⢂⠆⠣⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢌⠰⡈⢅⠊⡔⢂⠌⢒⠠⠒⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⠤⠐⡌⢂⠢⣁⠒⡈⢄⢃⠱⠀⠀
⠀⡘⠄⣃⠰⢈⠢⠐⡌⡈⠆⡡⢑⠨⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠣⢐⠡⠒⢠⠑⣈⠢⠌⢂⢇⠀
⢀⢋⠰⢀⠆⡡⠌⡡⠐⡄⢃⠔⡨⠐⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⡘⠄⡊⠜⢠⠘⣀⠒⠌⢢⠘⡀
⢸⡆⢡⠊⡐⡴⢁⠢⢑⠨⠐⡂⠔⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡔⢨⠐⡉⢄⠊⢣⠌⡘⡀⠎⡇
⢸⡅⠢⢘⢠⠗⡈⠔⡨⢐⠡⡘⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠡⠌⣂⠩⠘⣆⠁⢆⠡⡇
⢸⠄⢃⠌⢼⠂⠜⢠⠁⠎⡐⠰⡈⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⣀⠣⢀⠎⠡⣇⠊⠔⢂⡇
⠀⡎⠰⡈⡆⡎⠌⡂⠜⡠⢡⠁⢆⡑⢨⠹⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢋⡁⢒⠠⢂⠥⠘⣠⠡⢘⡈⢴⠀
⠀⢱⠡⡐⠃⢣⠘⡠⢑⠠⣁⠊⠤⡐⠡⡇⢀⠂⠼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⢻⡅⡐⢂⡘⠄⡑⠢⡐⠡⡌⢐⠂⡔⡎⠀
⠀⠀⢣⠐⣡⠈⢦⠁⠆⡡⠐⡌⠒⡠⠹⢀⠂⠌⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠉⡁⠄⡀⠂⢼⠂⡅⢢⠐⡌⠰⢁⠔⡱⠁⡎⢰⡜⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠑⢌⢆⠈⢎⡐⠡⣁⠢⠑⣐⠋⡀⢂⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⡄⢀⠂⡐⢈⠐⡀⠂⠄⠡⡘⡐⢨⠐⢌⠠⢃⠌⡲⠁⡰⡨⠊⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠦⡀⠪⣡⠐⡄⠣⡌⢂⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢂⠐⡀⢂⠐⠠⠁⠌⡀⡧⢘⡀⠎⢠⢊⢰⠜⢀⠜⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420710
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No.420711
>>420710⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠤⠴⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠶⠤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠔⠒⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠑⠒⠢⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠳⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡔⠋⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢉⣶⡶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠋⠀⠀⠀⢰⡳⠤⡶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠃⠹⣹⠳⢶⡊⠉⠒⠢⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠰⢮⡅⣈⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡟⠀⠀⠀⢇⡇⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⠷⣦⢸⣇⣠⡾⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⣃⡠⠭⠤⠐⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⡾⠿⣀⣀⡀⠀⢸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠃⢠⣿⢸⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠚⠻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⣴⡿⠃⢸⡏⠛⢷⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢦⡀⠀⠀⡠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⠾⠋⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢣⣀⢀⣠⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣲⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⡴⠞⢋⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠋⠙⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠀⠀⠀⢰⡶⢾⣷⢀⣴⠶⣆⣴⠶⢖⡶⢰⣀⣴⠷⣦⠀⣰⠟⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⢀⣀⣠⣴⠶⠟⠋⠁⠀⡠⢻⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠁⣀⣄⣄⠱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⢸⠟⠛⠉⣼⠋⣠⡟⣻⣿⣟⠁⢸⣿⣅⠀⠙⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⢀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠧⠯⠛⠛⡟⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠊⠀⡟⠀⢀⣴⣫⣴⣾⣷⡟⢹⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢄⣀⠤⠤⠖⠒⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠺⠂⠀⠀⠹⠾⠟⠁⠿⠀⠙⠟⢺⠀⠙⠓⠀⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⣠⢴⣯⣶⣖⠲⣧⣔⢯⠿⡟⣿⢷⣿⢷⡜⢰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠤⢒⡏⠹⣜⣇⢻⡟⢿⣷⠈⠃⠀⠈⠚⠒⠛⠋⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⢯⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠁⣀⣼⢈⠓⠙⠚⠉⠀⡄⠀⠀⢠⣄⣮⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⠏⠀⠀⢀⡤⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⢤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⠞⠉⠓⠿⠷⠶⠖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡴⠋⢀⡼⣛⡽⡾⣼⡶⡏⠟⠸⣇⠀⠀⠿⠿⠑⠦⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⣻⢋⣀⣤⠞⠓⠲⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠲⠦⠤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⠤⠴⠖⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⣸⠋⠡⣳⡙⢏⠁⠀⠙⢦⣴⣒⠦⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⡿⠓⣮⣅⢠⠽⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠓⠶⡋⠋⠚⠿⠦⣤⣌⣁⣀⣀⣠⠤⠖⢉⡞⢁⡼⡟⣸⣼⠗⠦⢄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠈⣆⢹⡆⠉⠓⠤⡴⠋⠀⠈⣰⢃⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⢹⠓⠒⠒⠊⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⣀⣀⣤⣎⡻⣇⠀⢠⣞⣷⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⢠⠃⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⠁⠟⢿⡀⢹⠀⠑⢛⣿⠹⣔⢄⡀⠘⣆⣠⠇⢠⠓⠒⠒⣒⡦⢄⣀⠀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⣉⣀⣠⠎⠹⡍⠙⠒⢬⣉⢹⠁⢀⡎⠀⣀⠤⠰⣸⢆⠈⠑⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢆⡞⡤⢖⢾⢠⢰⢁⣟⡆⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠉⠁⠓⠵⣃⢩⠞⡸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠆⠤⠦⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⡿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⠖⢫⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡟⠛⠶⣦⣜⡚⢠⠷⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠘⢦⣀⣀⠤⠖⠋⣉⣴⠷⣦⣌⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠹⡄⠀⠀⠙⢿⣾⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠞⠋⠁⠀⠀⠙⠻⠶⣽⣶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠸⠀⠹⠄⠀⢠⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠢⢠⠔⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠻⠷⣶⣤⣀⡀⠀⣠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420712
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡷⣄⡀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣯⣸⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡶⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣯⣿⣿⢻⡷⢦⣼⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡤⠖⣞⠋⢡⣾⢿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢧⣿⣱⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⢠⡟⠀⠀⢻⣀⣸⣿⠀⢻⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣾⣹⣿⡿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⢸⡆⠀⣾⣋⠉⠉⠉⠛⢾⣿⡉⣿⡟⠁⠻⣎⣿⢿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀
⠀⠻⣄⡀⠉⠉⠋⠁⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⠻⣦⣄⠈⠻⣿⠹⣟⣿⣿⣿⢛⣿⠏⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠉⢱⠀⠀⠐⣿⣏⣿⣿⡇⢀⣴⠛⢻⣦⣄⡀⠹⣾⣿⣥⣾⡽⣆⢸⣿⡿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣵⠟⠁⠀⢸⣿⣿⡍⠀⠛⠁⢸⣿⣧⠸⣆⣿⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⣿⣻⣿⣿⡿⠘⠷⠀⠀⣿⣿⡿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠾⣿⢻⠀⡿⣿⡗⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⡇⠹⠀⠀⠀⠸⠙⠋⠀⠐⢯⡁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠠⣟⢿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡤⠀⠠⠂⠀⢹⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢑⣄⡀⠈⠙⠻⢿⠿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣈⠉⠀⠐⠁⣀⣴⣋⡀⠀
⠀⢠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⢶⣤⣀⠀⢹⣷⣝⣿⣶⣦⣤⣀⠀⠒⠛⢉⣁⣠⣴⣿⣿⣷⣯⠽⠓
⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⢩⡿⣾⣿⡷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢯⣻⣿⠿⢿⣿⠛⢉⠻⠽⢿⣽⣶⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣦⡙⢽⣾⣿⣿⣇⠘⢲⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⣤⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛⠛⠉⣤⣿⣿⣿⣦⡻⣿⡔⡿⣄⡾⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢸⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣼⣷⡾⣇⣠⣿⠷⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠿⣿⡿⣿⣿⢿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠈⠉⠹⣯⣉⣛⣛⠛⣛⣛⡛⢩⠹⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢮⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⣀⣠⣿⣧⣾⣿⣟⣻⣟⣶⣾⣷⣘⢷⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⠯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⡹⣿⠀⠹⣦⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠈⠺⣅⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢀⡿⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⠋⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠛⠚⡿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣷⣯⣟⣼⣿⡿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⡟⠛⡛⢺⠛⠀⡇⠀⣼⢿⡯⠶⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡇⠠⠁⡿⠀⢸⡇⠀⢼⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⢷⣶⣾⡇⠀⢸⣶⣶⣟⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣯⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣇⣀⠀⣽⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⠀⠘⠛⠚⠛⠛⠛⠛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀
No.420713
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠤⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡖⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢴⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⡖⠄⠉⡇⡀⠓⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠈⠢⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡷⠋⢘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣠⠰⣍⠓⠑⠃⠀⠁⠁⠐⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⢍⢒⡤⠖⠚⠒⠖⠒⠆⢤⠴⠋⠀⠀⢀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠁⠀⢀⣠⡴⠦⠰⠴⠤⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡆⣠⡴⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⡾⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠦⡀⠀⢱⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⢠⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠁⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⡆⠀⢠⠘⢦⠇⠀⢸⡆⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⢷⡀⠀⠀⢅⠊⠸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠾⠁⠀⠀⠀⢾⠵⠀⢸⡆⠀⠀⢸⡀⠌⡇⠈⣧⠰⣾⣈⢿⣄⠀⣴⣧⠞⢁⡄⢫⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡵⡀⠀⠀⠐⣿⣩⣡⣸⠿⠴⠤⣮⣧⣴⠻⠀⢹⢸⣿⡞⢷⣌⠁⣉⣡⠾⢻⠳⣼⡇⠀⢨⠆⠀⡹⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣗⠀⢸⠀⠀⢈⡿⠉⠈⣟⠇⠀⢸⠛⢻⢸⠀⠀⠸⣿⢯⣳⣀⣇⠀⠀⣹⡄⣼⠗⢛⠃⠀⣸⠀⢀⠀⢀⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⢠⠀⠀⠘⣹⠁⠚⠋⠁⠀⢈⠉⠉⢹⠂⠀⢀⣿⢸⡄⠀⠠⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠀⠀⡎⠀⠈⢶⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠁⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠙⣆⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠀⢀⡞⠀⠀⢰⢧⡉⠻⣄⠀⠤⠤⠔⠁⢀⢤⡇⠀⡼⠡⣀⡀⠀⣋⡢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡻⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⠀⠸⢭⣚⡒⠠⣤⣴⢯⢁⠀⠀⣼⠀⠑⣟⣎⡿⣦⡤⠔⡺⢥⡏⡠⣚⣙⣂⡡⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠐⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠩⣢⢱⣀⣈⣚⠷⠌⣰⢿⣄⢻⢼⡀⣴⢋⡷⠞⠛⡝⠑⠀⠈⠉⢀⡮⠿⣼⣃⡤⣞⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡔⠁⠀⠀⠀⡠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣂⠆⠀⠀⠀⠈⡿⠉⠀⠀⠉⢒⣧⠀⢞⠋⠉⠗⠹⡟⠀⠀⠀⠘⢆⠀⠀⠀⠁⢔⡠⠊⠃⠉⠂⡈⠑⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⠀⠀⢠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⠌⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⡅⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠓⠄⡉⣆⠀⠀⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⣂⡐⠋⠉⠣⡄⠀⢀⠤⠐⠈⠐⣧⠀⠀⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠍⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⢹⡝⡝⡀⠂⠀⢀⠜⠀⠀⠈⠊⠆⣁⡀⢫⡀⢀⡤⠒⠉⠈⠺⣦⠀⠀⡹⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠌⠀⠈⢏⣎⣍⡑⠲⣅⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠹⣎⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣨⠔⠉⠀⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⢀⠃⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠜⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⢀⢼⠫⠂⡍⢢⠀⠉⠑⢲⠤⢠⣀⡀⠀⠀⠱⠀⠀⣀⠴⣝⠚⠂⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠜⡠⠀⢈⣽⢦⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠘⠁⠐⠀⠞⠁⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠀⡰⠀⠀⠀⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⡐⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢑⣄⣣⡞⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡤⠒⡝⡉⢉⣛⢂⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢲⠠⠤⠶⠤⣄⠪⠐⠀⠀⠀⡠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠹⣮⡢⡀⠀⣠⢖⡅⣢⠵⠖⠋⠀⠀⠀⠘⠲⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⡀⢀⡞⠦⠐⠒⠀⠓⠳⣖⠒⠦⣔⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢠⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢓⣮⡾⣎⡵⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡬⠕⠂⡳⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⡄⠀⠘⠳⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠋⢹⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠶⠃⠀⡠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣄⠀⠀⠀⠙⠦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢧⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⠀⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢊⡔⠁⠀⠀⢰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⢴⠂⣆⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠨⡗⠢⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢈⡀⡀⠆⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⢸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣄⠍⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣮⠙⡈⠄⡇⢛⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⣀⠀⠀⣰⠀⠀⠀⠘⣴⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣆⠀⠀⢿⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢘⣻⣇⠀⢀⣀⡄⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢄⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⢠⠑⠈⠉⠲⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠐⠄⡀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡍⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡀⠀⠸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⣠⠏⠀⠀⡿⠋⠀⠀⠘⠧⡀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠞⠉⠳⣄⡠⣄⡠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠒⠤⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠋⢂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡆⢃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⠠⡀⠙⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠆⢀⡀⣄⠖⠁⠀⣀⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⣴⠏⠁⠀⠀⠀⠐⣳⣍⠙⠛⠲⠦⢤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠣⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢄⠀⠀⠹⢥⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡍⠉⠉⠙⠓⠛⠙⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣏⠉⠓⣤⣀⠀⢤⡢⣿⢌⢥⣢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠒⠂⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠄⠀⠂⠀⡀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠬⠂⠀⠀⠈⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠈⠋⢿⡉⡀⠀⠘⢦⢣⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⡤⠔⠂⣤⠤⠀⢀⣀⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠮⣦⠀⠀⠳⣝⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⣀⣀⣱⠣⣀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠹⢷⣤⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡕⠀⠀⠈⠛⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠳⢄⡑⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠏⠁⠒⠀⠀⠈⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠘⠆⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠒⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠶⡠⡀⡍⠢⡀⠀⠀⠈⠑⠢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠓⠄⡀⠀⠠⠤⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠒⠂⠀⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420717
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠁⢙⣳⣆⣠⣤⣤⣄⡠⠔⠂⣿⡗⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠤⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠤⠴⠒⢚⢺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡋⠀⠀⢠⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⢸⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⡿⣿⣴⢢⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠁⣼⣿⡿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⢱⠁⡀⠀⠀⠰⡇⠀⡘⠀⠒⠉⢉⣼⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡉⢸⢸⢣⡐⠁⠘⡇⠀⠈⡶⠬⠭⠥⢣⠙⠙⠓⠒⠠⢄⣿⣿⣏⣿⣿⣿⢾⣿⣄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡄⠸⡘⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⠀⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠝⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡤
⠀⠀⠀⣠⠾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠘⡄⠀⢸⠀⠀⠂⡘⠒⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡿⠷⠂
⠀⠀⣴⢣⠀⣀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠃⡄⠈⠀⠘⡦⠤⠼⣦⢴⣶⡦⠢⠛⢉⡬⡛⡛⢿⠿⠿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠘⣿⡸⡀⢟⢼⠈⡒⣣⢦⡰⢠⠂⠀⠀⡇⠤⠒⣆⠍⢯⣀⡤⠖⠉⠀⡠⡺⠋⠲⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⢹⠺⢁⠖⠋⠁⠀⠠⡘⢦⣈⡆⡇⡇⡀⢸⡀⠑⠀⠂⠂⠀⡔⠴⠋⠉⠉⠉⠐⢱⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢀⡏⠀⢀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠂⡈⢀⠹⣤⡸⡜⠀⢘⣆⠨⣔⠀⢠⣵⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⡼⠘⡄⠠⠂⢀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⡅⢹⠜⢘⣆⢀⣗⣀⠅⠁⢯⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠜⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠐⡞⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠒⠐⠜⡗⢦⠼⡄⢰⠧⣅⣜⢵⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣇⠄⠁⣃⢹⡄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠔⢐⣧⠀⠑⢳⠈⠓⠋⢡⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠹⡔⠂⠢⢂⢳⡈⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⢰⢿⡀⠀⡹⠀⠀⣠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⢀⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢳⡠⢈⡀⢂⠹⣦⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢚⡷⣖⠡⠤⠚⢯⡛⠂⠀⠀⠀⢀⣜⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⠤⢽⡦⣬⣜⣟⠀⠀⠀⠐⡞⣢⡏⡶⡲⢖⠒⢶⠶⠶⢶⢤⣿⠿⢓⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠨⡪⠉⠀⠈⠉⢣⢹⢦⡀⠀⢊⢘⠽⡘⠘⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⣠⢳⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⣃⣀⠠⠤⡎⣜⠀⢳⡀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⡤⠀⡀⠀⠀⢠⠠⢌⢸⣤⡤⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣰⠋⡂⠀⠀⢀⢀⠈⣉⠲⠽⢖⠶⢶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⢀⠀⠡⠉⠠⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠠⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420725
𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 & 𝔸𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔
𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 & 𝑨𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄
GᖇᗩᑕE & ᗩᒪᑌᑎYᗩ ᖴᗩᑎᖴIᑕ
𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 & 𝙰𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣟⣼⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡻⡾⡾⣞⢷⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢷⡿⠛⢿⢮⢧⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠛⠙⠉⠛⠛⠿⣇⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀
⢀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠟⠋⠉⣀⠽⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆
⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀⢺⠀⠀⢀⣤⣶⣿⣟⠋⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠋⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣶⠾⢿⣿⡍⠙⠿⣧⡀⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢸⡷⠀⠀⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠀⣿⣿⡿⢀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⡶⠟⠁⠈⠛⠛⡷⠺⠧⢄⣀⣀⣀⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣄⣠⠀⠘⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠟⠀⢀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣦⣀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢀⣀⡠⠴⡿⠵⠚⠉⠉⠀⠀⢉⢷⡄⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠹⡟⠶⠦⠼⠓⠤⠶⠤⠴⠒⢺⡟⠉⠀⠀⢀⣗⣀⣀⣠⣀⣀⣰⣞⠉⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⡿⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⣀⣀⠜⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣟⠛⠓⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢺⠁⠀⠙⠗⢒⣶⡤⠖⠒⠛⠉⠈⠙⠒⠦⢤⣀⣀⡀⠀⢀⡨⠽⠗⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠃⠀⢀⣠⠖⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠶⠯⠶⠖⠚⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⣀⠀⣀⣀⡀⡀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠈⢿⣆⣼⠟⠀⣿⣛⣛⡃⢰⣿⣛⡿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⠀⠀⣿⠉⠉⠃⢠⣏⠛⣻⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠛⠃⠀⠀⠛⠛⠛⠓⠀⠙⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420726
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠊⢀⠔⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡃⠀⢾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡗⠀⠘⡀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣏⢢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢟⠀⠀⠡⡀⠀⠀⢖⠘⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡼⣟⣂⢤⣄⡒⠛⢯⡽⠿⠒⠒⠠⢄⣤⠊⠊⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⠀⠀⠀⠢⡀⣀⠧⠀⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡡⡾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠂⠉⠉⠉⠒⠀⣠⣻⡆⢀⢀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠂⣄⠀⠐⢤⠸⡕⠘⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠎⡰⢁⡆⠐⠐⡖⠠⢉⠂⢄⠐⠊⠆⡑⢰⢸⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠣⠀⠀⢂⠈⠀⢃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣰⠃⣈⠀⡇⢣⠘⠄⠀⡉⠢⡡⡀⠀⠘⡸⣞⠃⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢢⠀⢣⠄⠸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⣹⠀⠹⢰⠡⡘⡥⡈⠢⠈⢄⠈⢧⠀⠀⢡⣙⡾⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣃⠀⢃⠀⢱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⡴⠹⡴⡝⣸⡀⣿⠀⠑⠲⡕⢦⡑⢄⠡⠈⢠⠀⠘⠋⠁⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠸⡶⢂⠣⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡮⠋⠥⢱⣿⡱⠱⠸⡄⣀⣀⣀⣀⠁⢆⢡⣃⠀⣇⠀⠀⡀⠘⡤⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⠘⡁⠀⠐⢄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠿⢌⣁⠘⠘⠿⠖⡆⠁⢠⡤⠠⠉⠉⠻⡆⣥⠀⡏⡄⢃⡇⢂⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⢀⠀⠸⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠢⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠤⢶⠂⠈⠁⠐⠢⠢⢈⠩⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠈⠻⣳⣾⠦⠀⢁⠇⣀⠇⠃⢸⠲⠈⢆⡦⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⠀⡨⠃⠀⣰⡘⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠄⡀⠀⠀⢀⠤⠊⠉⠉⠉⠒⠂⠠⠷⢀⠀⠀⠀⠡⠀⠁⢧⡀⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⢟⡉⡦⠑⡺⡸⢸⠃⠈⡇⠢⡑⠅⠩⣅⠂⢄⣖⡈⣀⠤⠒⠉⠀⣠⡮⢄⢈⣑⢄⠀⠀⠀
⢂⢑⢞⢦⣧⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠐⠒⢧⠀⠀⡷⣂⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠞⠳⣄⠣⡘⡄⡴⡛⣜⡄⢀⠇⢀⠐⡈⢄⠀⢕⡀⢋⠙⠡⣠⡤⠐⠉⠀⠀⠁⠓⢄⠀⠑⠠⢀
⡀⠑⠄⡙⢝⡻⠚⠥⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠤⠅⠒⠑⢔⠅⣀⣀⢤⠔⠚⢚⠦⠈⠀⣠⡢⠗⣁⠀⠓⠈⠀⢨⡄⠐⡘⣡⠄⠁⠀⢂⠀⠈⠌⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⣀⠀⠀
⣊⢔⢌⠪⡢⡐⢄⠄⠐⢔⢕⠙⢏⡉⠻⢕⠮⣢⠈⠐⠄⡠⡀⠀⠡⡉⢿⣠⠀⠀⣀⡠⢐⠎⠃⠈⠉⠁⠓⠀⠀⠀⢸⢀⠀⢁⢉⡈⠄⠀⠀⠆⠀⠈⠌⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠁
⠈⢳⣽⣮⡊⢪⢂⠢⡠⡢⡁⡑⡑⡩⠄⡱⣋⡔⡡⠀⠀⠈⠢⡑⢄⠫⠢⡈⡀⠀⠀⢃⠁⠀⠐⠂⠄⡀⠀⠀⡀⡀⠌⡈⠀⠸⠘⡇⠘⡄⠀⠘⡀⠀⠘⡴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⢂⠀
⠀⠀⠹⣿⣳⡡⣣⠃⠐⡴⠑⠐⢰⢰⣟⡀⣋⡀⡤⢧⠀⠤⡀⠀⠀⠕⠧⠐⡇⠀⠀⠈⡔⠁⠀⠈⠐⠨⣢⠀⢻⠈⡠⠁⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⢱⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⢠⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠌⠸⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠘⢷⡝⣁⣞⢏⣛⡍⡉⡙⠹⡨⡣⠈⠢⡑⠀⡭⠀⠀⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠰⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠨⡊⠀⠀⠀⣀⠔⠁⠀⢈⠆⠀⠀⠆⠀⠈⡼⠀⠀⢀⡴⠊⠀⡆⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⢿⡻⢝⢌⠪⠘⢮⡢⡈⠪⠲⠑⢈⠀⢔⢔⢍⠠⡀⠑⡀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠩⠙⠢⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠒⠀⠥⢍⢀⡀⠄⢉⣀⣤⠊⠸⡙⠻⣳⠤⠤⠤⠤⠀⣀⠅⠒
⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠑⡯⡢⠑⡢⠡⡑⡙⡢⡀⠐⣔⢕⢕⢄⠑⢕⢕⢌⢄⠈⢄⠸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠀⠈⢵⢄⠀⠀⠸⠀⠀⠡⢢⠈⠂⢈⢅⠐⠂⠤⠄⣈⢦⠀⠑⢄⠠⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠢⠀⠀⠀⠈⢎⢑⠄⢵⡑⡘⡌⢎⢂⢈⠳⣕⢕⠑⡀⠠⡡⡁⡱⡀⠢⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡆⠀⠀⢹⣧⡀⠀⡆⠀⠀⠡⢣⠀⠀⠑⢕⢄⠀⠀⠢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⢄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⡙⠦⠲⡌⢜⠄⢢⠑⡑⡈⠢⡪⡪⢒⢄⢔⠄⠜⠮⣴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡀⠀⠸⠈⠙⠢⠴⠀⠀⠀⠡⢂⠀⠀⠀⠑⠕⠄⠀⠈⠢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⢕⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⠀⠀⠀⠈⠪⠳⣌⠪⡪⢂⠡⡘⠌⠀⠙⣮⢕⡱⠢⠊⠊⠀⠘⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠂⠀⠀⠀⠈⠪⣢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠄⠀⠀⠀⠑⢕⢦⡈⢵⡥⡑⡈⢆⣆⡈⠬⢤⡄⠶⣒⣲⠴⠶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⡰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢥⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠫⣮⡢⣹⣮⡂⠠⣐⡢⣭⡶⠟⠃⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⢢⡀⠀⢀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢄⠀⠀⠀⠈⢋⢌⠊⣒⢭⠶⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠂⠎⡄⡬⠍⠁⣀⡒⠠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⡀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠯⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠊⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠕⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420727
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠤⠤⠤⠤⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠴⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠋⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⢠⡆⠀⠀⠐⡄⠘⠀⣻⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠇⡠⡆⠀⡾⣀⡀⠿⣄⠀⣀⣀⠼⠉⡇⠸⠇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠟⢇⠀⣓⠀⢱⠶⣿⢲⠦⠀⠀⣰⣿⠳⠗⢰⠂⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⡦⠜⠛⣒⠨⠉⢏⡓⠚⠀⠀⠀⡑⠚⣙⢼⢸⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠐⠒⠛⢒⣩⢝⡾⠦⠀⠠⠀⣀⠁⠀⡘⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡅⠀⠀⠡⠥⣿⣁⣸⠑⠢⢄⡀⢀⠔⢊⠀⢀⢺⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠎⠉⠂⢄⣤⡞⠿⣫⣛⠆⡀⠀⢰⡶⡀⠺⠎⠆⢸⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⢏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠹⡰⡪⣐⠡⢂⢭⢪⡼⣛⡆⠤⣀⢸⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⠏⠀⠈⠒⠤⣀⢠⠃⠈⠙⠵⣡⢢⠃⡀⡿⡖⢀⣤⡀⠉⢱⡀⠀
⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⢘⠀⠀⠫⠭⠽⠀⡈⣇⠀
⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⡷⠀⠀⠰⡱⢄⣀⠀⠸⠀⢀⡰⠽⠀⠸⡇⢻⠀
⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⢠⠁⠀⠀⠀⡄⡀⠀⠉⠉⡏⠁⠀⡤⡀⠀⡆⢘⡄
No.420728
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡴⠞⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠛⠛⠶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⡟⠁⡀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⠌⢻⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⠀⢰⠃⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⢘⡆⠀⠀⡀⠀⢿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣟⠇⠀⡿⢤⠔⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠒⠂⣿⣂⣀⠾⣹⠀⠀⢸⡀⠘⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⡯⠔⣛⣛⠶⠶⠤⠤⠐⠛⣻⣶⣍⡉⢹⡄⠀⠀⡇⠀⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣹⠀⡄⣷⢟⣵⣿⡷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠺⣷⣿⣮⣿⣾⠃⠀⠀⣇⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⠀⢛⣹⡇⣏⣛⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣏⣛⣹⠘⣻⣠⠀⢀⡟⡄⠈⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠸⣆⢸⢹⡷⢤⣠⠀⠀⣆⠀⠀⠀⠰⠴⠂⢠⢧⢸⢀⢸⠃⢣⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠱⢿⣼⠀⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠰⢛⡇⣼⢳⢷⠁⠈⡄⢿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡇⡇⠘⣎⡀⢈⠳⣤⣀⠀⠙⠒⠋⠀⠀⣀⡴⣿⠃⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⠹⣼⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⢰⠁⠀⠘⢷⣼⡳⠇⣼⣿⠒⠦⠴⠒⢋⣡⣾⣽⣆⣴⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⡽⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⡇⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢁⣾⢯⡫⡛⣦⡤⢚⡿⣪⢕⡽⣫⡿⠦⢤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠃⢹⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⢀⠃⢀⣀⡤⠖⠋⠻⣿⡣⡙⣾⠻⡞⢧⢊⡵⣫⡾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠲⠤⣀⢏⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡿⠁⣼⠖⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣺⠇⢰⡃⠈⢧⣪⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣎⢻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡿⠁⡜⡏⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⢰⠃⠀⠈⠁⢀⣼⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⢆⠹⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠁⡰⢹⠃⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⣿⣿⡇⠀⡀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡏⢆⠘⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡾⠁⡰⠁⣸⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⡴⢲⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠤⡄⠀⠀⠀⡇⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⠈⡄⠈⢿⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡿⠁⢰⠃⠀⣿⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠙⠲⠤⣤⣰⣃⣀⣠⡤⠶⠚⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⢹⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠘⡀⠘⣷⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢀⡿⠁⢠⠃⢰⠁⣿⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡀⠀⢱⠀⠸⣇⠀
⠀⠀⢠⡿⠁⢀⠎⢀⡟⠀⢹⠀⢹⠀⠀⠀⠯⠿⣄⡀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣸⣩⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣇⠀⠀⡇⠀⢿⡄
⠀⢀⣾⠁⠀⡜⠀⣜⡇⠀⢸⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠒⢾⠶⠖⠒⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⡇⠀⢸⠀⢸⡇
⠀⣼⠃⠀⢰⠁⢀⣿⡇⠀⡿⠀⠀⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⣿⠀⠘⡄⠘⣷
⢠⡟⠀⠀⡎⠀⢸⡿⠇⠀⡇⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⣿⠀⠀⡇⠀⣯
⣼⠁⠀⢀⠃⠀⣸⣿⠀⢰⡇⠀⠀⠸⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣧⠀⠀⡇⠀⣿
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𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸ℯ
𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊
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No.420731
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⢒⣂⡀⠤⠤⢀⡠⠤⠄⡒⠒⠶⠶⢠⡄⣀⠀⢀⡠⠔⣒⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢏⡄⠀⢈⣭⠦⠒⠈⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠐⠢⢄⡁⠛⡫⠒⠉⢰⡘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣽⣴⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⡨⠢⡀⡜⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠈⢆⠱⡿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠇⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⣀⣠⡤⠼⠦⠒⠒⠀⠒⠚⠚⣛⣷⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⢸⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢸⣶⢶⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⢠⢶⣾⣿⣽⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⡞⣾⣙⣫⡀⠀⠀⠰⠼⠬⠵⠙⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⣀⣇⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠸⠀⠀⠀⠙⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⠀⠀⡸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠑⠄⡀⠀⠒⠒⠊⠀⢀⡠⢒⠃⡀⠀⠀⢀⠎⠉⠉⠉⡱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠉⠄⢀⠀⢀⠁⢢⢤⠐⠂⠁⢀⢎⡼⠀⣠⡴⡅⠀⣀⡤⢞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⠀⢈⣪⡷⢌⣖⠨⢾⣀⠤⠰⠚⣉⡷⠮⠚⢈⣻⣁⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⣠⠔⠁⠀⢃⠀⠈⠒⡗⠐⠒⠒⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⠜⠁⠀⠑⠢⣀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⢰⢡⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⢌⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⢀⠇⢈⠆⠀⠀⠀⢱⠀⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⠁⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⢀⠔⠁⠘⡀⠱⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀⡘⢀⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢃⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡆⢠⠋⠀⠀⠀⢡⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀⢀⠃⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢆⣧⠀⣠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢣⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⠱⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⡰⠀⠀⣘⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠧⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⠀⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⡇⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⠀⠀
⠀⡌⠀⠀⢰⠡⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢇⠀
⢠⠁⠀⠀⢘⡄⠀⠀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄
⠸⠀⠀⠀⠉⠧⡀⠀⠰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠁⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠔⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠤⠤⠄⡖⠂⠉⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣶⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⣤⣤⣴⣶⣶⣦⣠⡄⡀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣶⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡶⣩⢞⣽⠟⢛⠩⠍⡐⠠⠊⠍⡙⠛⢿⣷⣷⣿⠟⣯⢹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣵⠋⡄⠊⢄⠂⣂⠡⠁⡅⠊⢄⠉⠢⢉⠻⣿⣿⡰⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⢃⠒⠠⡉⠄⡘⢀⠒⠡⠘⡠⠌⠌⡕⠠⠃⠌⢿⣷⡟⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⢂⠌⡡⠐⠌⠰⡈⠌⢢⡱⠀⡌⢂⢥⡁⢊⠌⡘⣿⡇⢃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⣌⣢⡤⠽⠮⠒⠒⠈⠒⠚⠛⣛⣶⡾⠐⡈⡐⠰⢸⣷⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠸⣶⠦⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⢠⣶⣻⣿⢸⡇⢂⠡⡐⠡⡈⡿⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠐⡾⢜⣻⣯⡀⠀⠀⠰⠼⠭⠗⠘⢀⠂⡡⠄⢡⠐⡋⡄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢈⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠂⠤⠑⡠⠒⢸⣀⣇⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠂⠼⡀⠀⠀⠳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⡸⢁⠢⠡⠄⡑⣾⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣏⠐⡱⠄⡀⠀⠒⠒⠈⠀⠀⡠⢐⠇⣂⢁⠒⣈⣾⣿⣿⣿⡶⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠛⣆⣐⠨⢐⠑⣢⣤⠐⠈⠁⠀⢌⣼⠀⣦⣸⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠖⡀⢎⣪⣧⣌⣶⣬⣿⣀⣠⣶⣾⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣯⡁⠄⡂⢙⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣬⡄⡈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠜⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡌⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⡀⣺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢡⠘⢢⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠐⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡔⡈⠆⡓⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢐⠡⠌⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠐⡂⠔⡘⢆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠅⠒⡈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡐⡐⠢⢐⡈⢧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⡄⠃⢴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⡔⢁⠂⠌⡈⢇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡐⠠⢉⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠠⠌⡈⠔⡁⢚⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠐⣁⠂⡉⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠤⢁⠂⠌⡄⠃
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠡⠄⡘⠠⢩⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⡡⠘⠠⠌⡈⠔⠠⠁
⡀⠀⠀⠀⢰⢈⠰⠠⢑⢸⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⡇⡁⠃⠆⢡⠈⠅⡊
No.420732
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣤⡶⢦⣤⣤⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⠾⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⢷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⡏⢁⡖⢲⡤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠋⠀⡞⢀⡟⠀⠀⠉⠃⠀⠀⠲⠤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠹⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⢡⠆⠀⠛⠚⠓⠦⠤⡄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡌⠙⠒⡆⢸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⢣⠏⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠓⠢⠬⣇⣀⢰⠃⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⢧⡏⡀⡟⢸⣳⣤⣀⣭⠛⠂⠀⠀⢠⣤⣄⣀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⢏⣾⢳⢳⢧⣾⢩⣿⣿⣾⡝⠓⠲⠤⣤⡴⣄⣉⣙⡦⠀⠀⡀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡏⢈⡼⢸⣾⢸⢸⡏⠛⠿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⡟⣾⢃⡀⢀⣏⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡼⣫⠞⣠⠞⠁⠀⠈⢿⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⠿⢴⣏⡾⠁⣸⠃⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡶⣫⠞⢁⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣟⢦⠀⠀⠦⣄⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣞⡞⣡⢤⣷⡄⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⢋⡔⢁⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣄⠸⡜⣿⡌⣿⣦⡀⠀⣠⠞⣀⣤⢴⢏⣞⠞⣿⢯⡇⢳⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⢏⡴⠋⣠⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣈⣣⣽⣼⣿⣿⡖⡿⠛⢓⣫⠝⣷⡿⣋⡴⠀⠀⠈⣇⠸⡜⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⣱⠋⣠⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⢻⡍⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣹⡿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⣉⣉⣿⣡⣤⠶⢤⣄⣸⡄⢷⠸⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⢫⠞⢁⡾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⠈⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⣼⣯⠮⢕⡦⢤⣿⡾⢏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠿⣇⠘⡆⢻⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⡵⢃⣴⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠚⠓⠮⣿⡶⢤⣉⠉⢹⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⣾⠀⢹⡀⢹⠌⣿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⠞⣡⡾⢳⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⠟⠙⢷⡀⠀⠈⠙⠲⢬⣽⡾⠿⠿⠿⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⢷⠈⣿⣹⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣿⠏⣴⡟⢁⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣦⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠸⡆⠘⣿⣿⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣿⠇⣼⣿⠁⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠃⠀⠀⢴⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣬⣷⣾⣯⣤⣤⣤⣤⣦⡀⣴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠀⢸⣿⡆⠀
⠀⣼⡟⣸⣽⡇⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠉⢹⡏⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠻⠛⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡄⠐⣿⣧⠀
⢀⣿⢁⢧⢿⠀⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣟⠋⠁⣠⣌⣇⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠀⠀⠀⢸⣇⡢⠤⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⢹⣿⠀
⣸⣿⣸⣼⡟⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣧⠀⠘⢦⡉⠓⠦⣄⣻⠿⣿⣛⣛⣻⣻⡟⠓⠒⠒⠒⠲⠤⠴⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠀⢸⣿⠀
⣿⡇⠃⡏⡇⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡞⢿⣷⣀⣀⡽⣷⠀⢠⡇⠀⠀⠈⢹⠀⢹⡇⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠰⡆⠀⠀⠐⠛⢿⣽⣿⠆⠀⣿⡄
⣿⡇⢰⡇⡇⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⣜⠦⣌⡉⠛⠛⠋⢀⡞⡇⣧⠀⠀⣿⠀⠈⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⠁
⣿⣷⠀⡇⣇⢠⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⣖⣻⡭⠀⠀⢸⡀⡇⢸⡀⣸⡟⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⢻⡇⢸⣿⠀
⣿⣿⠀⡇⢿⢸⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠓⠚⣧⡤⠤⠿⢧⣘⣧⡟⠀⠀⢠⣏⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⠤⣤⠼⠷⢲⡾⠉⡾⣟⠁⣸⡇⠀
⠉⢻⡆⢿⢸⡈⡏⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣀⣀⣀⣀⣸⣚⣻⣟⡲⡞⣿⣸⢒⣾⣇⣀⣤⠶⢿⡀⢀⣾⠃⣸⢱⠿⢠⣿⠀⠀
⠀⠈⣿⢸⣨⣇⢧⢹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣾⠇⢰⢃⡟⠃⣾⡇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠘⣇⣿⣿⣞⠂⢧⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⣠⠏⡾⠀⣼⡿⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠀⠙⢷⣜⢦⣸⡿⣦⡀⣼⠿⣦⣀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣳⡼⠁⣼⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⡿⠇⠈⠛⠋⠀⠈⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⣻⣾⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⢻⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣰⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡏⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420740
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡤⠴⠒⠒⠒⠲⠤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠔⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⢡⠀⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠂⡄⡙⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠄⡀⠃⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢇⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡈⠀⡀⡇⠤⡤⢠⠄⠀⠀⠀⣐⠄⠠⢼⠀⠀⠛⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣇⡇⠂⢁⣿⢹⢿⢟⠁⠀⠀⠈⠿⣿⡋⣹⢠⠀⡠⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⡏⠹⢆⡆⢢⠁⠁⠁⠀⠀⡀⠀⠈⠈⠁⣙⡉⡀⣇⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⡙⣸⠀⠉⠒⠀⣄⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⣠⢁⡐⠠⢘⢡⠱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⡕⣰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢔⡁⡆⠄⡀⢀⡠⢔⢊⢬⢂⠆⠀⠈⢆⢢⠱⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠞⠜⣰⠃⠀⣀⠠⠤⠌⡂⡺⣿⡕⡀⢀⣌⢣⣖⣥⣁⡄⠀⠀⠈⢂⠡⠙⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢏⠌⢼⠃⠀⠄⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠧⠒⠑⠒⡎⠊⠙⠧⡆⠀⠀⠉⠐⣄⠀⢂⠱⡜⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢠⢇⠎⢬⠃⠀⠌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⣠⣆⡀⠀⠀⡇⡄⠀⢆⠘⠜⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⢏⢂⢬⠃⠀⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠓⠷⠇⠀⠀⠅⢠⠀⠈⢢⠈⠞⡄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣎⢂⢪⡃⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢴⠀⠈⡀⠀⠠⢃⠈⢷⡀⠀
⠀⣼⢂⢢⢷⠃⠀⠀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠈⢄⠰⣦⣤⣤⡤⠤⠣⣤⣤⣀⣀⣖⡠⠂⠘⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⡜⣦⠈⣧⠀
⢰⡏⠌⠞⢸⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⣇⠉⣥⠸⡆
⣸⠘⠘⡇⢿⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠰⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⡇⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⣷⢸⢠⠆⢇
⡇⠇⡇⡀⣾⠀⠀⡰⠃⠁⠂⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⢤⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⡟⢸⢸⢠⢸
⡇⠀⡇⡇⡇⡄⢠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠘⠂⠚⠋⠋⠛⠛⡏⠙⠁⠀⠀⠈⠋⢀⠎⠀⠀⠈⢰⢠⠐⠘⢸⠀⢸
⢇⠀⠇⠁⠀⢃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢚⠠⠤⠤⣤⡤⡤⣤⡧⠤⣤⡄⡀⠀⠒⠘⠈⡄⠀⠀⠸⡈⡄⡄⢸⠰⡞
⢻⡂⢰⠘⡘⠘⠧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡎⠀⠀⠀⡯⡯⡇⢡⢒⡀⡫⡔⡇⠀⠀⢸⠄⠁⠀⠀⠀⣥⢠⠀⡄⢠⡇
⠸⢇⠈⡄⢃⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠑⠂⠤⠤⠏⠯⠇⠀⠊⠦⠬⠿⠃⠒⠊⠁⢣⢰⠀⠀⠀⢀⡆⢠⠁⡼⠀
⠀⢻⣆⠀⠈⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢂⠂⠤⠄⡸⠀⠂⡰⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠤⠐⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠀⠤⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⢊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠐⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⠁⠀⠠⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠕⡀⠀⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠬⠠⢀⠠⠍⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢒⣀⡠⠈⢂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠎⡄⠀⠀⠀⢁⠒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠈⠀⠀⠀⢆⢂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⠀⠘⡎⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢡⠉⠀⠀⠀⢠⢇⣀⣤⣤⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⣴⣶⣤⣤⣀⡸⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⢰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⡎⡇⠀⠔⠒⢹⠉⠀⢀⠴⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣦⠀⠈⠉⡟⠒⠤⠀⠁⠇⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠁⠃⠀⠀⢠⡼⣳⢲⣶⣮⣗⡤⠀⠀⠀⢔⡾⣵⣶⣶⠺⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢷⡈⢟⡿⢋⠇⠛⠀⠀⠀⠋⢫⡿⢟⠝⣰⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡎⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⡇⠀⡇⠀⠀⢀⢨⠻⠦⠤⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⠤⠤⠴⠋⡇⡄⢀⠀⠀⠀⡇⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠁⠀⠃⡌⡆⠈⣼⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠸⡇⠈⠂⡇⠀⣿⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⢠⢰⠀⠘⠁⢡⢠⠀⡧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠾⠁⢁⠃⠐⠀⠀⠟⡀⢃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡘⠀⠆⠈⡆⠀⠀⠀⠻⠀⢱⠈⠲⢄⡀⠈⠁⠀⠉⠀⢀⡤⠞⢁⠇⠠⠎⠀⠀⠀⠸⠀⢡⠈⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠁⡜⠀⠀⠰⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⢧⠀⢀⡏⠒⠠⠤⠖⠚⢉⡀⠀⡜⣠⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠆⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⡐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⣠⡀⠀⣄⠘⡊⢧⣇⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠇⣵⡮⠺⠃⣠⠀⢀⢀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠈⠄⠱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠆⡐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⢗⠤⣈⢳⣺⣫⡳⡕⢌⠐⡐⢊⡠⡪⢊⢾⣑⢜⡁⠔⡽⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠌⡰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣾⡻⡢⡐⣵⣿⡥⢊⢔⢵⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⢂⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡘⠠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣍⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡈⠄⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠰⢀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⠘⡀⠀
⠀⢠⠃⡌⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⡯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠆⠰⠀
⠀⡌⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣇⣫⣌⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠇
⢠⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⠤⠤⠴⠶⠤⠤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠖⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠁⢀⠞⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢆⠀⠀⡄⠀⠘⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠋⠀⠀⡞⠀⠀⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⠀⠸⡄⠀⠈⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⠀⠀⢰⠡⠤⢴⡧⠄⠀⠀⠀⢠⠤⡯⡦⣀⡇⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⣼⠒⣒⡃⣓⠒⠒⠒⠒⢒⣒⠃⠣⠤⡇⠀⠀⠀⣹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⣿⡞⡟⠋⢛⣦⠀⠀⠰⣾⠋⠋⢹⢷⡇⠀⠀⠀⡟⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⢹⠙⠙⢒⢚⠁⢀⠀⠀⠘⠒⠒⠋⠃⡇⠀⠀⠀⡇⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⠘⠘⠊⠀⠈⠃⠀⠀⠊⠛⠃⢰⠇⠀⠀⠀⡇⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⡄⠀⠀⡀⢟⢦⡀⠀⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠀⣀⡴⣺⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠱⣰⡀⠱⣾⣆⡈⡗⠦⠤⣀⠤⠔⣮⣁⢠⣷⢃⣰⢁⡏⠀⠸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠙⢿⠢⣷⡾⡫⡳⢄⠀⠀⢀⡠⡫⢪⢯⠟⠋⢸⡞⠀⠀⠀⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⣀⡤⠵⡝⣜⢞⢮⣢⣽⡗⣯⢎⡴⣡⢪⣳⠦⣘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢏⣤⠶⠋⠁⠈⠀⠘⢮⠢⡑⣽⣤⣿⢟⡫⢳⡵⡵⠃⠀⠈⠙⠦⣄⠀⠀⠘⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⡞⠻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠜⠋⠗⠕⢋⣴⠹⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠈⢳⡀⠀⠘⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡴⠁⢸⢱⠀⠹⡄⡤⠀⢀⣀⣀⡟⠀⠀⠀⣰⠻⡜⡇⡿⡇⠀⠰⡄⢠⠟⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠈⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⢸⡸⠀⠀⢻⠛⠀⣯⣽⡿⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⢀⡔⢠⣿⣻⡆⠀⣷⠏⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⠀⢸⠃⠀⠀⣼⣀⡜⠙⢿⡇⠀⠀⢀⣾⠀⠋⠀⣼⣻⡿⢧⠀⢹⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣰⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀⠙⠦⣠⣿⣿⣆⢀⡬⠞⠉⠀⠈⢣⣾⡆⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⠀⠀
⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⢀⣴⠏⠈⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⡟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡁⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡆⠀
⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣯⡏⠹⠃⠀⠀⠀⠙⠢⣄⠀⢀⡾⣻⠹⡄⠀⠀⢀⣠⡞⠃⠈⢿⠆⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀
⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢵⡾⢶⣿⠶⠟⣤⠒⠉⠈⠀⠀⠀⠈⠃⡞⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀
⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡹⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣏⣀⣀⣺⣉⣓⣘⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡇
⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠘⢦⣀⣀⣠⠤⠖⡧⢼⠀⠀⠀⠀⡧⠤⠤⡽⠒⠦⡤⠤⠞⠁⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⡇
⠸⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⣆⠀⢀⠞⠓⢒⠒⠷⠽⠤⠤⠤⠤⠯⠭⠵⠓⠒⠒⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁
⠀⢳⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠈⢦⡯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⡄⠀⠀⢠⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠐⠚⢀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡄⢀⡎⡜⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠤⠃⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡍⠀⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420745
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⡤⠶⠶⠖⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⣻⣟⠛⠛⠒⠶⠶⠶⠦⢤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣼⣿⣿⣶⣤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣤⡀⢸⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣟⣛⣿⣷⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡆⣠⣶⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⣰⣦⣶⢠⣶⢿⢿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⣘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣴⡿⠏⠋⠃⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣼⠋⠁⠙⠿⠿⠎⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠙⠿⠋⠃⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢀⠀⣤⡾⠿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠾⠻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠸⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⠿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⠀⢻⣶⠛⠀⠀⣠⣤⣀⠀⢠⡾⠁⠀⠀⢹⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡤⣶⣤⣤⣶⣶⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠉⠁⠀⠀⣼⠏⠉⢻⣧⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶⢾⣷⣶⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠿⢛⣉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇⠀⡀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠉⠁⠀⢀⣠⢴⢨⠽⢀⡆⠰⢘⡳⠞⠋⠽⠖⠛⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⢰⣿⠀⠀⣿⡄⠀⡀⠾⠁⠀⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⢠⡄⠋⠙⠋⠛⠀⠈⠁⠀⢠⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠘⣿⣄⠁⠤⠤⠀⠀⣴⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢠⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⣾⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣷⣄⠀⢀⡾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠉⢉⣩⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣩⣽⠃⢀⣀⣀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢬⠛⠷⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠠⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣹⡇⠚⠉⠁⢙⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⡑⠒⢶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⣄⣀⣀⢀⡙⣋⣀⣀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠾⠁⠀⠀⠈⠙⠓⠶⠖⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠉⢉⡽⠋⠉⠀⠀⢸⣏⠙⠛⣻⠿⢷⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠛⠹⠶⣶⣴⠿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⢨⣟⢶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⢻⣧⠰⣤⣀⠈⠉⢿⣭⡉⠻⣦⣀⠙⠻⢮⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⡇⣠⡴⢿⣧⠈⠙⠛⠶⢶⣬⣽⣷⣄⣉⣻⣦⠴⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠟⠉⠀⠀⠻⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠤⠤⠖⠒⠒⠒⠛⠛⠛⢻⡖⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠦⠤⠤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣦⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣶⣄⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⢛⣙⣻⣇⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣾⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡔⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⡾⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣄⣤⠀⡆⠻⠚⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⢈⣻⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⠃⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡤⡀⠚⠊⠉⠁⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⡰⠋⠀⠉⠻⠿⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠈⠿⠋⠃⠀⢻⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⡠⡴⠇⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠖⠒⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣷⠀⠐⡤⠉⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⢀⠜⠁⠀⠀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⢔⣢⣤⣤⠤⠀⠸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠃⠈⠻⣆⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⣀⣤⡤⠶⠾⠿⣦⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠞⠋⢁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡄⠀⡀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⣙⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⣀⠄⡲⢕⡠⣐⠤⠒⡥⠒⠉⠐⠒⠉⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⢠⡇⠀⠀⢻⡀⠀⡆⣿⡁⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⢠⡀⠋⠒⠉⠊⠁⠈⠀⠀⢠⡜⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣷⣾⡇⠀⠀⠈⢷⡄⠈⠈⣄⠀⠀⡠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢀⣀⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⣼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣦⡀⠀⢀⡔⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢉⣩⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢉⡼⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢨⠙⠳⠎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠠⠤⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⢘⡇⠐⠉⠁⠈⣧⣾⣿⣿⡿⠟⠑⠒⠢⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⢙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣤⣀⣀⡀⠀⠉⠉⠀⢀⣀⣠⣾⣿⡿⠟⠋⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠒⠒⠒⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠉⢉⠝⠋⠁⠀⠀⠘⡌⠉⠙⢓⠶⠦⣤⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠑⠶⣤⠤⠼⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠰⣕⠦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠸⣆⠰⣄⡀⠈⠉⠹⣍⡉⠓⢤⡀⠈⠓⢦⣑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⠁⢀⡴⠻⣆⠀⠉⠓⠲⠦⣤⣭⣒⣄⣈⣑⡢⠤⠊⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠚⠁⠀⠀⠙⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠒⠂⠀⠀⠒⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠤⣤⡤⠤⣀⠤⠤⠤⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⡤⣤⣠⣤⡤⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⠀⢀⢔⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣵⡢⢄⠀⣀⡀⢤⣤⣐⣲⢦
⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣵⣶⣮⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡛⣷⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⢈⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣹⣯⣭⣬⣿⣶⣶⣶⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣴⣾⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣌⣿⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠹
⢸⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣷⣿⢹⡇⠀⢻⣿⡾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠱⣿⣿⡟⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⡆
⠀⡞⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣯⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣺⡇⠀⠀⢿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡜⠀
⠀⠸⣹⣿⢿⣿⡿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣥⠿⠖⣲⠦⣼⠇⣾⠟⠙⠟⢉⣻⠝⠲⢼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡑⠁⠀
⠀⠀⠱⣽⢸⣿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⠿⢫⠏⡞⠀⠈⠑⢶⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢸⠀⠐⠭⣿⣿⣿⣿⢛⠞⠁⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠘⢸⣿⣞⡿⢟⣻⣵⣿⠏⠀⡏⠀⣇⣀⡀⡤⣺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡤⣄⢤⡏⣿⣿⣧⣕⢄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠱⡀⠹⢦⣬⡴⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⠶⠛⠀⠙⠿⣿⡿⢧⢃⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣾⢸⣕⡄
⠀⠀⠀⡞⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣩⡙⣕⣀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⡤⠤⠤⠤⣤⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⡰⢜⣸
⠀⠀⢰⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⡀⠀⢈⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣟⣛⣛⠯⠊
⠀⠀⡖⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⡿⢷⡶⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠯⠃⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢱⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡿⣿⣭⡿⣿⠒⠦⠤⢄⣀⣀⣀⡠⠤⠤⣶⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⢹⠉⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠑⠢⢟⡮⢟⡿⢿⢻⡿⣿⣷⠖⠋⠻⠓⠲⠄⠀⠸⡆⠀⠀⠀⡠⠌⠂⢶⡛⠻⣻⠕⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠒⠙⢫⣿⣛⣓⣒⣒⣀⣀⣀⣤⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣏⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
No.420994
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠠⠤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠶⠚⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠶⡤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡾⠃⠀⡰⠂⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⣠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠀⠀⣰⠃⢀⡾⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢇⠀⠀⠀⠰⡀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠈⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠳⠀⢰⡏⠒⢺⢳⠓⠒⠒⠠⠤⠤⠄⢀⣀⠀⣾⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⠐⠠⢀⢸⠀⠸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⠀⣾⠀⢀⠗⢺⠤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠏⡇⠒⠤⠄⣀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠄⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡇⠀⢰⣇⣀⣀⣀⡈⠉⠉⠉⠒⠒⠲⠤⠤⣀⠼⠖⣗⣒⡋⠉⠉⢉⢇⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⢀⢸⡇⣿⢹⣟⣿⣿⡗⡦⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣄⣀⠉⠁⢺⢸⠀⠀⠀⣷⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⡌⠎⢱⠹⡘⣇⠛⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠃⡗⢻⠟⣻⢉⡿⠂⣸⠸⣰⢦⠰⡟⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡇⡇⠀⡈⢇⠀⠈⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠷⠒⠒⠃⠉⠀⡐⢱⢰⠁⡎⡼⠀⡇⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢹⠃⠀⢹⡒⠵⠤⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⣀⢴⠃⢸⠇⠀⠇⢹⢆⠃⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡜⢨⡆⢀⠀⠳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢍⣉⣠⠎⠀⢸⠀⢠⠀⢸⠎⢸⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⣇⠇⠘⣼⡀⢠⠈⡷⢄⡀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠑⠀⠀⢀⡀⠤⠒⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⡤⠊⠀⢸⢸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⡁⠟⠀⠀⠘⠳⣸⢣⡇⢠⡾⡓⠤⣀⣀⣀⣠⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠚⠓⠤⢤⣀⠈⡌⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⢁⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠀⢡⡟⢝⠮⡢⣀⠀⢀⣸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠔⠉⠀⠀⣠⠞⠀⠈⠳⣔⢹⡀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⡌⣀⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⠴⠲⡓⢌⠢⡑⢌⡲⢕⣾⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠒⠒⠓⠒⠒⡄⡴⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡌⣧⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⣘⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠈⠢⡑⢌⠢⣉⢢⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⠸⣇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣸⠇⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢣⡀⢠⠈⠢⡑⠮⡏⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡄⢻⡄⠀
⠀⢠⡏⢀⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⣸⡄⠀⠈⠚⠀⢻⠉⠉⠒⠒⠢⠤⠤⠤⠤⠤⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢱⠀⣧⠀
⠀⣾⠀⡘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠀⡆⢸⡆
⢠⡇⠀⠇⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⢸⠀⣧
⢸⠁⢠⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡇⠀⠀⡆⢹
No.421253
Chapter 8: Unlikely Encounters
Grace and Cat Alunya settled into plush armchairs in Sir Gaylord's elegant drawing room, where a table was set with the finest china and a steaming pot of Ceylon tea.
As the tea was poured, Alunya's thoughts turned to the falling rate of profit, a topic that never seemed to stray far from her revolutionary mind.
"You see, Sir Gaylord," she began, leaning forward, "the inherent contradictions within capitalism result in a decline in the rate of profit over time. It is a systemic issue that leads to crises and exacerbates inequality."
Sir Gaylord listened attentively; his curiosity piqued by Alunya's passionate discourse. Grace, ever the diplomatic mediator, interjected with her own insights, offering a balanced monarchical perspective on the matter.
Before their conversation could delve further into economic theory, the room was suddenly filled with the raucous clamor of an unexpected intruder. A disheveled man with unkempt hair stumbled into the drawing room, his priestly robes askew. It was Father Joe, a renegade priest known for his propensity to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol.
"More booze! I demand more booze!!" Father Joe vented, his eyes glassy and bloodshot. He staggered toward the drinks cabinet, knocking over a crystal decanter in the process and smashing it.
“Goodness!” said Sir Gaylord, taken aback by the sudden intrusion,. "Father, this is neither the time nor the place for such behavior. I kindly ask you to leave."
Father Joe ignored the request, his demeanor growing increasingly volatile. He stumbled back and forth, his unsteady movements threatening the fragile decor of the room.
"I'll burn this place down! The flames of divine retribution shall cleanse us all!" he shouted, his words slurred and barely comprehensible.
Grace and Alunya exchanged concerned glances. Grace stood up calmly and attempted to remonstrate with the priest. "Father Joe, please, let us help you. This isn't the answer."
But Father Joe's mood quickly shifted, and he slumped into a nearby armchair, tears streaming down his face. "Michael… my dear Michael. He's left me for Manchester, the heartless scoundrel! I trusted him with my soul! and now I'm broken and alone."
“There, there…” Grace and Alunya's sympathy welled up within them. In the face of Father Joe's heartache, their political differences seemed trivial.
Alunya approached Father Joe. "Father, we may have our disagreements, but we are here for you. Let us help mend your broken heart and find solace in the bonds of friendship."
Father Joe looked up through tear-stained eyes, his expression one of profound gratitude. In that moment, the walls that had divided them crumbled, replaced by a shared understanding of human vulnerability.
No.421565
>>421253i keep thinking cat alunya is such an odd name but then it clicks in what it is meant to be
but seriously it makes me think of just cat as in the animal, not a name, and alunya after it. it doesn't honestly sound like a real name to me
No.421581
>>421565It's in Eastern name order, in English they would write Alunya Cat.
No.421943
>>421565its wordplay for revolutionary catalonia
CataloniaCat-Alonia
Cat Alunya
Also in Catalan, its spelled as
CatalunyaIn Spanish, its
Cataluñaalso the obvious "Cat" in Catalonia and what it means in english lol
Given the anarcho-syndicalist themes and motifs embedded in her character design (being a literal sabo-cat version of a catgirl), Alunya is honestly one of the best and creative board-tans ive heard at least personally
so many cool little references and easter eggs like that in her design, i cant help but love lol
No.421956
>>421939Why is grace's ass red?
No.421959
>>421956idk
I said that to the artist xDwe'll remedy this No.421962
>>421959Alunya did something to her….
No.421968
>>421967Dang, she got spanked hard
No.421969
>>421968Aliens did this.
That is what Alunya is rescuing Grace from.
No.421970
>>421943I notice no one seems to have registered alunya.cat yet
>>421967>sweaty alunyaconsider the fragrance
No.421972
>>421969>aliens did thisShe deserved it
No.421973
>>421970>alunya.catWhat's that?
No.421975
>>421972If Grace deserved that, what does that make Alunya for saving Grace?
No.421976
>>421975Alunya saved g**ce…. i'm fucking crying
No.421981
>>421973It's a possible domain name
No.421995
>>421930>>421939So cute!!!
>>421976>Alunya saved g**ceThat's what the strange,vast,mysterious pursue of love does~
No.422087
>>422061Is she trying to kill her?
No.422089
>>422087That was all it took to suppress the revolution.
No.422169
>>422061im 12 and what is this
No.422170
>>422089Grace: Come on Alunya, let's go to sleep.
Alunya: Eh, already? But this anime was just starting to get good.
Grace: I have to wake up early for work, and you promised you would start looking for a job… Let's go.
Alunya: I don't want to, I want to watch another episode!
Grace: We are going to bed. It's my castle, my ru–
Alunya: It's an apartment…
Grace: That's not the point!
Alunya: That you rent.
Grace: Exactly, so I have to work tomorrow, or you are becoming homeless again. Let's go.
Alunya. Nooo, I don't wanna! I won't put up with your tyranny anymore! This is a revolution!
Grace: *lifts skirt*
Alunya: OK, I'm coming.
I feel bad for writing this. No.422246
>>422087>>422169>Is she trying to kill her?>im 12 and what is thisUuuuuuuuh.
Alunya is playing
hide and seek.
Under her skirt.
No.422250
>>422169Are u actually 12?
No.422254
>>422170>living in an apartment and splitting rent with Alunya<Grace is larping and being sillyI would love more slice of life scenes.
>>421561Nobody gave me a writing prompt.
Do you anons really want me to make up a prompt myself?
You aren't going to like it.I guess I'll write a fanfic w/ Alunya being servile and menial for Grace if nobody gives a prompt No.422303
>>422254Here's an idea: Grace is trying to court Alunya but Rodina keeps appearing and ruins it (she's too young to recognize it).
Like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=groaPrY41Rk but Grace, Alunya and Rodina. No.422418
Preamble:
It was the year 2023.Shay's Rebellion kicked off a civil war with the oppressive rightwing /pol/ regime. In league with the Shay Rebellion, leftypol fought for liberation from their chinlet overlords.The war was hard: millions would die, as chinletjak evola was prepared to punish all leftists, but the confederates and anarchists put aside their differences with other leftists and achieved unity. This was anathema to chinletjak and the foreign legions who tried their best to stop leftists.The chinletjak fascist armies were pushed away & all the reactionaries and rightists went into hiding:/siberia/ was a remote place far from the on-going civil war. The majority of /siberia/ residents were leftists and it was under leftwing control. The /pol/ anons were lurkingAlunya arrived in /siberia/ by train.>queue Animal Crossing musichttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9x8jiy_My8QShe heard all about /siberia/ and its revolution against chinletjak. She found a place to live with an anonymous roommate.Episode 1Alunya walks upstairs and opens the door to her apartment. She slides in and closes the door with her butt.
The room is… dim.
Nobody home? Alunya sees a girl.
The girl is enthroned on a wooden chair facing Alunya at the door and staring at her, with Leviathan control permeating the room. Sitting on the chair amiably with her hands squeezing the chair arms. This is eerie.
Grace says,
You must be my roommate. I was hoping to see you~Her voice is fragile, a hint worried.
Alunya flicks the light switch and sees Grace for the first time.
Grace – that daft monarchist girl! Alunya thinks.
Isn't she aligned with chinletjak? who invited her to live in /siberia/? She can't believe this. The very Grace is sitting in this apartment, cuddled up in a wooden chair. Alunya aligns close to the door and returns eye contact to Grace. An awkward silence passes. There is something about that girl. Alunya is looking at her emerald eyes, but snaps out of it.
R–Reactionaries like you shouldn't be living in /siberia/ Alunya rebuffs Grace.
I don't know what you're doing here: we didn't fight chinletjak for you to be here! EW, Grace! Alunya gets defensive and thumps her catgirl tail a little irate.
Grace is startled. She doesn't want to be booted from her only place to live. Grace says,
I have special permission to stay here. The monarchist gets up and begins to push her chair back to the kitchen.
I knew this wouldn't go well, darn! She pouts despondently and lowers her head.
I tried my best to prepare the place for you and invite you to my personal abode; it looks like you're another mean political catgirl. Grace holds back her emotions and looks down.
Alunya doesn't hold her grudge for long and sighs,
I am sorry, um, Grace?Grace replies,
You've said my name, but I don't know yours.Alunya sees Grace sobbed a little. She lowers her crimson red eyes and feels slightly sorry for this strange girl. The revolutionary catgirl looks the other way and finds it difficult to hate Grace. Alunya stirs in her spot and tells Grace,
My name? Cat Alunya… call me Alunya. Every fiber in Alunya's being wants to resist being /kind/ with Grace.
Later at night time, Alunya finds Grace again in her regal underwear, preparing to go to bed. Alunya says to Grace,
I am feeling so tired, Grace. Where do I get to sleep? Since I be will sharing this apartment with you.Grace gawks,
Oh, I forgot, I'll have to share my bed with you. Grace holds her covers up and looks at Alunya with her emerald eyes. Grace thinks,
Not even my bed is private. It is said that many things were held in common, but Her Grace recalls even beds were shared.
*A funny meow sound effect plays.
Alunya blushes very red and says,
I never thought I would be sharing your bed with you, Grace Cat Alunya feels butterflies all over. Fuzzy.
Alunya slips into bed with Grace and sleeps very close.
END
Will write more if anons want No.422422
>>422418Pls do more, i'm loving this
No.422642
>>422422The TV in the apartment turns on
An interview with Shay, the leader of the Shay Rebellion
A man asks Shay,
What inspired you to instigate this rebellion?Shay says,
It started with the neglect of our global water supply and infrastructure. Episode 2Alunya wakes up alone in bed this morning.
Looking around Grace's bedroom–wait–Alunya remembers,
This is our bedroom. Alunya gets the fun idea to decorate Grace's room with all her stuff from leftypol. She'll do it later. >:3
Alunya puts on her red-black bandana and notices Grace is missing. Her iconic purple dress is left in the bedroom. It makes Alunya very curious where her Grace is. She looks over Grace's dress and her buttons:
shouldn't Grace wear casual clothes, Alunya thinks,
She is always wearing this specific outfit.Her catgirl ears catch a sound: the shower is running. Her catgirl ears flick and Alunya pokes her fingers together.
Alunya says to herself,
I haven't visited the bathroom yet. I should check on Grace.A blush grows on Alunya's face. She gets up and leaves the bedroom and opens the door: the apartment is so nice and down the hallway there is the living area and another door leading to the bathroom. Obviously, that is where Grace must be. It would be great to share the living area with Grace once she finishes showering.
Alunya thinks with a wide catgirl smug face,
It would be even better to share the shower with Grace~. She thinks about scratching the bathroom door to let her know, but doesn't.
Alunya opens the door and finds the bathroom to be be luxurious: it has gilded mirrors and fancy tiles, a white 4-legged bathtub, and a shower with a glass door. Very, very snazzy. Hair brushes lying on the sink also. Alunya looks in the fogged up mirror and normally a leftist like her should detest all this expensive decadence, but she turns her eyes to the shower and giggles to herself.
This is going to be fun, Alunya says, undressing and sliding open the shower door to see Grace.
>*queue relaxing shower noisehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Icse21mD9Tghttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RbrXH6E4OYGrace is showering with her long, wet blonde hair reaching all the way down. The monarchist is too busy letting the water cascade down from the shower head and getting wet. The ambient running water sound fills her ears and sounds heavenly. Warm, running water sprinkling all over the princess.
This is her chance to know Grace better.
Alunya gives her silly catgirl smile, blushing and reaching for soap.
Brought soap, comrade Grace <3 Alunya says, lathering Grace with soap, helping her clean up.
Alunya observes Grace has a smooth, pearly complexion; she obviously doesn't work very much with this pale skin. This gives Alunya time to admire Grace-chan and caress her all over with her soapy hands. Alunya never thought having a revolutionary shower with a princess would be so enchanting.
Grace inhales and cries out–
ALUNYA YOU WEREN'T INVITED!Alunya is startled, uplifts her neko ears.
Sorry, your royal highness; comrades shower together ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Grace shows her furious eyes and says,
Don't call me that; I am NOT your comrade. Grace gives a Hmph sound. >_> The blonde dame huffs at Alunya. Turning around to shower with the imperial sway of her hair. Grace finally says,
Shouldn't you hate me?Alunya coos,
Not if I get to re-educate you with our revolutionary love~Grace closes her eyes with indignation.
Don't get me started, Alunya.Alunya spends her time washing Grace-chan's hair. Bringing her hands together and clasping strands of the sunny hair with the soap. Rinsing it out with patience and peaceful contemplation. Altogether with the sound of the running water covering them both. This is a blissful time for Alunya. She happily closes her eyes and proceeds to wash Grace with renewed enthusiasm.
Grace sighs,
You must style yourself as my lady of the bedchamberhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_of_the_Bedchamber
>had the task to wait upon the queen by helping her wash, dress and undress, and so forthAlunya replies,
If it so pleases you, comrade Grace~ I always help a comrade in need: an act of mutual aidGrace and Alunya would spend quality time in the shower together for the most of the morning. Later that morning, Grace dawned on her towel and left for her bedroom–and locked the door this time, so Alunya doesn't attend her uninvited–but for the rest of the time they had together the two anonymous roommates became well acquainted despite their differences.
END
Will write more if anons want No.422667
>>422642The stories are way too cute , f' course we want more!
No.422973
>>422869No please we need more!
No.422982
>>422974ThiS iS tOo CutE!!! *dies*
No.422989
>>422982f
>>422974looks good, especially the eyes imo, I don't draw but it seems like not everyone gets slightly closed eyelids right
No.423018
>>422974make the boobs more seeable
No.423023
>>422974Jokes aside, the drawing looks very cool
No.423174
>>419591>>419330This request will be postponed.
But I will see it through.
art is expensive + teaming up w/ new artists No.423176
>>422974Where are their dicks?
No.423202
>>423176what country are you from?
No.423273
>>423272what did she do to deserve such treatment?
No.423274
>>423273posted guillotine memes
No.423285
>>423276yuribros why are we so based?
No.423581
>>422666>>422667Next episode will feature a few beloved leftypol characters.
No.423583
I hate monarchism and I hope all monarchists die
>>423276This is hot thoughever
No.423634
>>423623Please don't draw her blowing b*bbles, it is gross.
No.423641
>>423638
ah. make her more smug
No.423646
>>423638
Maybe the legs, it kind of looks like she's not wearing pants or anything. Plus a bubble blowing version of Alunya too…
No.423686
>>423637I would love to share lung cancer with Alunya!
No.423716
>>423686biopsies with Alunya
No.423834
>>423623 Alunya was out in the city, walking aimlessly. Or at least that's what she would have told if someone were to ask her. But as she kept returning to the same crossing again and again, with increasing frequency, she had to admit to herself that she was here for a reason. And that reason soon appeared.
Alunya immediately spotted her. It was hard not to, with her beautiful blond hair and old-timey purple dress. She stood out of the crowd. Alunya happily called out to Grace-chan and quickly crossed the street. But it seemed Grace-chan did not hear her, and kept on walking. As Alunya catched up to her, she gently embraced her from behind. "Guess who?" she asked, but it startled Grace-chan and she jumped a little. Alunya let her escape her embrace. "Oh, it's just you. What were you thinking, scaring me like that. You need to work a little on your manners, Alunya." she said with a red face. "Good afternoon Grace-chan! I called out to you, but you seemed not to notice. Are you walking home from work? I was just out window shopping and was wondering if you would like to come with me. It's Friday, after all." replied Alunya. "Window shopping? This time without a hammer, I hope?" Alunya let the comment slip and Grace continued. "I would certainly like to accompany you, my dear Alunya, but I am afraid I have different plans for today. I was planning to pay a visit to the Monarchy Club tonight." "Didn't you have a fall out with those guys over constitutionalism? Come on, come with me!" With this, Alunya grabbed Grace-chan's right hand with both of her hands and looked at her with a pleading face. This convinced Grace-chan.
While walking, Grace-chan was complaining about her boring office job and the Monarchy Club. Alunya listened to her, but she barely could pay attention as her mind was too preoccupied with her plans for tonight. She knew that Grace-chan liked her, or at least wanted to believe that she did, but she needed a situation where she could allow her to admit it to herself. Grace-chan really cared about how she looked in the eyes of the others, even if she couldn't always tell if people were staring at her because they liked her dress or because they thought she came from the Renaissance fair. There was no way Grace-chan would let Alunya get closer to her in public, they needed to be alone.
Finally Alunya had an idea. She pointed at the nearby high-rise, and interrupted Grace-chan, who was still ranting about her coworkers: "Hey, why don't we go up to the roof of that building and watch the sunset from there?" "Does one of your friends live there?" Alunya nodded no. "Does someone you know live there?" Alunya nodded no again. "Then how do you plan to go up to the roof?" she asked. "Well, that's easy! We will sneak in!" This made Grace-chan pause for a moment. "But what if we get caught?" she asked nervously. "Don't worry, I've done it plenty of times." Grace-chan looked at her in a way that made Alunya uncomfortable, so quickly added: "For banner drops and the like. It's easy, come." She grabbed Grace-chan's wrist and aimed for the building's door. Grace-chan followed her.
As they approached the door, an old lady was coming out. "Good evening!" Alunya said in an upbeat voice. "Good evening girls, are you coming in?" replied the old woman as she held the door open for them. "Yes please and thank you!" replied Alunya happily. They were inside. Grace-chan leaned over to Alunya and whispered to her: "What if she alerts the police?" "Why would she? She willingly let us inside." "Well, you look a bit like a troublemaker." "To be fair I am a bit of a troublemaker. But I'm sure she thought better of your company." Still holding Grace-chan by the wrist, they started climbing the stairs.
Grace-chan was huffing and panting when they reached the top. "I sure hope she really did not call the cops, I couldn't run even if I wanted to." Alunya was looking at the door. "It's locked." she said. "Oh great, we have gone through all this trouble for nothing. I don't blame you Alunya, but this was a bit too much for me." She turned and wanted to go down but Alunya, still holding her by the wrist, gently pulled her back. "It's open now." Alunya said and pulled the door open a little. "How?!" cried out Grace-chan. "Kitty claws can be pretty useful, you know." grinned Alunya. She opened the door wide open, and bowed a little as she let Grace-chan exit before her.
Grace-chan raced to the ledge of the roof as soon as she saw the scenery, dragging Alunya with herself, who still refused to let her wrist go free. "It's so beautiful!" Grace-chan said in amazement. "Thank you for bringing me here, Alunya." "Oh, it's nothing, really." she replied and let her hand slide down from Grace-chan's wrist to her palm, interlocking their fingers. Grace-chan did not visibly react, and Alunya took this as a good sign. She started caressing Grace-chan's hand with her thumb.
Grace-chan was mesmerized by the scenery. Her gaze danced around the strange geometric shapes that made up the various buildings of the city, gently followed the tram that slowly crept down in the streets, raced through the wide boulevard towards the horizon, and finally found the descending Sun, which was already touching the top of a far-away mountain range. Alunya watched Grace-chan, her visible amazement made her happy. She pointed at a building. "That's where your office is." "Oh, it really is! Alunya, you have such amazing eyes!" "Your eyes are very special, too. That beautiful emerald colour…" Alunya lost her previous self-confidence, and struggled to finish her sentence. It seemed that Grace-chan was only interested in the scenery, she barely even looked at her. She let Alunya hold her hand, but Alunya wasn't sure if it wasn't just politeness. Maybe she wasn't interested in her at all? Maybe she couldn't get over their political differences? Maybe she hated her, and was currently plotting how she could make Alunya meet the same fate as Pinelli did. The building was more than tall enough for it. She started to regret coming here. There's no way Grace-chan could love a catgirl like her.
Suddenly Grace-chan let go of Alunya's hand and turned towards her. "I, too, have something to show. Please close your eyes for a moment." Alunya couldn't belive her ears! Grace-chan had something for her, and she even took the initiative! She never would have thought that her passive princess, who always closed herself in her castle and wouldn't let anyone in without a prolonged siege, would not only open the gate for her, but drain the moat and come outside to greet her and invite her inside. She closed her eyes as her heart was racing with excitement. Finally, this couldn't mean anything else, Grace-chan was going to kiss her! And for a brief moment, she felt something wet on her lips.
Then something popped. She opened her eyes in confusion. Grace-chan was blowing bubbles at her. "Aren't they pretty" Grace-chan giggled, and continued, "they look so nice in this sunset. My boss gave me this soap bubble thing today as a gift, for staying an extra hour. The light refraction looks most splendid at this time of the day."
Alunya's heart sank. She was devastated. She turned away from Grace-chan, towards the ledge, and looked down. Her love was mocking her. Now it was clear that she has completely misunderstood Grace-chan. She hates her. If she tried to throw her down now, she was sure she would even help her. Or just jump on her own. She already did so much for Grace-chan, one last favour wouldn't matter anymore. And the way she has lost her breath climbing the stairs, there's no way this fragile little princess could throw her over the ledge. So she might as well jump on her own. Alunya started crying.
"Oh no, Alunya, is something wrong? I thought you would like it. Is it because it's water and you are a cat?" "Stop mocking me!" "I'm not mocking you, did I do some–" "Shut up!" Alunya erupted. "After all I did for you, all they ways I tried to make you happy, and this is what I get… why do you hate me so much?" "I don't hate you, Alunya. I thought we were friends." "Friends, sure, that's why I always have to drag you along, why you are never up for anything, why you never invite me. And for the first time, you have shown some initiative of your own, and you used it to mock me. And I thought you would…" Alunya suddenly fell into silence and started looking at the depth before herself even more intensely. "You thought I would?" asked Grace-chan with fear in her voice. "I thought you would kiss me." admitted Alunya and started crying again.
Grace-chan stepped behind Alunya, and hugged her with one hand, while she put her other hand on her head, between her cat-ears. "Oh my dear Alunya, I didn't know." she said while holding the crying catgirl firmly and caressing her hair. Alunya started calming down, while Grace-chan continued. "You know what I am like. Despite my clothes and silly mannerisms, I don't really feel like a royalty. I'm too much of a coward to lead, I just go with the flow, let people boss me around. I'm just not strong enough. But for you, Alunya, today I will do my first deed. Today I will do what I want, without anyone telling me what to do, or anyone stopping me from doing it. Today we will both get what we want!"
She grabbed Alunya by her shoulders, and turned her towards herself. Then she used one hand to cover Alunya's eyes, and another to pull her closer. Alunya's heart started racing with excitement again. This time, the wetness that found her lips tasted lasted for long minutes, and made her happier than ever.
No.423835
>>423834Post-credit scene:
"I just had no way to know you were a lesbian, Alunya, I couldn't risk it." "I even put a lesbian flag pin on my bandana to let you know." "Oh, I thought that was for republican Spain." *audience laughs* *curtains close* No.424083
>>423834>>423835well written fanfic.
I love how you save the best for last.
No.424321
(The newest Short Story of the Grace x Alyuna Arc survival has evolved)
It was the mid-summer's festival once more with their annual fair, rides and attractions for all to enjoy. From the site of the famous love ferris wheel rumored to make true love spark with those that have rode the ride together, to the sites and sounds of joy and music that feels the humid summer evening. A time to enjoy life with those that you care about and let loose with little care about the struggles of life and their hardships. This evening was a special night for two young women as they entered the fairgrounds together.
It was Alunya and Grace together as they walked through the gates. What made it special was instead of Alunya making the decision to go out doing something like this it was Grace. After hearing about Rumors of the Love Ferris Wheel, it got her thinking maybe tonight would be the night to admit those feelings that she was hiding. To let the cat girl know how she truly felt and maybe find out what Alunya's hard shell had cracks or not.
Grace herself was wearing a long floating purple summer dress, slip on sandals, and a large sun hat which held a flower, a tulpa pink in collar. While Alunya wearing a pair of leather shorts, a blank and red tank top, and her black booties.
With a grin Alunya gives Grace a little nudge on her arm and says, "You know Grace, I didn't expect you to be going all out on this aesthetic of 'village girl' so unfitting for your royal tastes."
Puffing out her cheeks annoyed Grace fires back, "Well you just don't understand dear Alunya, that this style is very feminine and fitting of someone of my stature!"
Alunya shrugs a bit and pokes at Grace's puffed up cheek, "Right, and you usually go more all out on your attire."
Huffing Grace seemed a little annoyed getting teased like this. But it was true this was a lot more slim down than what she would have normally worn. That is because Grace was trying not to draw too much attention as she really wanted this to be a date between her and the catgirl. The two approached one of the game stands, hanging as prizes were several different plush toys, one catching the eye of the blonde. It was a grumpy looking cat ball, as it reminded her of Alunya on most days when she wasn't being the target of the catgirl's teasing. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy Alunya being around and made her heart race fast.
The big brawly and joyful man that ran the stand letting off a hearty laugh, "Hello ladies, would you be interested in trying your luck knocking down these bottles, if you can knock down a stack you can win any of my prizes you see here." he gestured moving his arms up and around with the different plushies.
"Hmm, don't see why not lets give it a shot I am willing to try." Alunya mentions grabbing on of the balls in front of her, three tries to get a prize.
"Hmph, not like I am expecting you to win but I am sure such a simple game like this would fair no challenge to someone of your caliber." Grace Remarks as she grabs a ball herself.
Grace went first rubbing the ball in her hands then with an overhand throw misses the bottles as the ball hit the wall behind it. This left the blonde in an awestruck state, how could such a simple game be a lot harder than it appears. Huffing she takes the second ball, rubbing it similar to the first time throwing it forward without aiming at the target. It was far too the right as the ball bounces back down to the ground after contact with the wall. Now extremely frustrated now as the cackling of Alunya as she watched Grace get upset over what she called an easy game. This was the last attempt, she had to get it this time otherwise she would not hear the end of it from Alunya. Grabbing the last ball rubbing it once more whispering sweet nothings to it as she takes a moment to aim this time and throws. The ball hits the bottom of stack barely missing the bottles. A defeated sigh escaped Grace's lips as Alunya snorted and snickered.
"Such an easy game huh Grace?" Alunya remarks with a grin on her face rolling the ball in her hand.
"Oh you hush there Alunya, just throw your ball already not like you will get it on the first try anyways hmph." she puffed crossing her arms facing away from Alunya.
"Watch and Learn Grace!" Alunya remarks with a cocky smile, as she threw the ball smashing the center of the bottles on her first try with a pitcher's throw.
"We have ourselves a Winner~!" the game operator bellowed out as he says, "Alright ma'am why don't you get yourself a prize."
Grace was in shock that this just happened, puffing again as she was staring at the grumpy cat plush once more. Alunya looking through the corner of her eye notices this and decides to pick the cat plush.
"This one please." Alunya said pointing the cat plush, the game operator got it down for her.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening ladies!" he says waving to them as the duo left the stand.
Grace even more huffy and puffy now than before looked at Alunya with a pouty face. While Alunya was walking with the black cat plush tucked under her chin and says remarks:
"Sorta looks like me huh Grace." she remarks making a similar grumpy face.
"Hmph suits you too well Alunya dear, you are very much like that plushie that I believe looks much like you." Grace mentions as she tries to hide the fact that she was really happy that Alunya gotten the Toy to begin with.
Tilting her head a bit as the Catgirl wasn't blind to the body language of Grace and gives her a grin. Offering the toy to Grace.
"I noticed you been looking at the toy for a while now and I figured if you couldn't win it I would get it for you. How about it want it?"
At that moment Grace's face turned a bright red, this was happening just like romance novels and shoujo comics she had read. There was no way real life was like those things, her chest was beating faster as she accepts the toy. Hugging it with glee as she lets out a happy little squeal of joy, victory. Doing a little spin with it as Alunya couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and smiles and lets out a small laugh.
"Someone is happy they got the toy they were eyeing earlier." Alunya remarks as she couldn't help but feel happy herself.
Realizing what she had done Grace hides her face behind the toy. Puffing her cheeks a little as she would look over the toy a little.
"Look its not like I wanted the toy or anything like that. It was just nice of you to do something like this for me of course." Grace lying as she could feel the heat of her blush burning through the plush.
No.424351
>>424350Wait till I get the second half of the story is going to be so sweet your teeth rot out.
No.424358
>>424321I need moar of this.
I love the carnival setting.
No.424787
>>424321Very cool! You're good at this!
No.425194
>>425187This is very high quality!
No.425195
Will there be more editions or updates to the fanbook?
No.425207
>>425195I'll add the rest as soon as I gather the courage to attempt the formatting of the "Shay's rebellion" one.
No.425259
>>424321Will part 2 come today?
bored anon No.425270
>>425259If you are bored, why not try your hand at writing a story? It's easy, just pretend you are a grandparent sitting at the campfire with your grandchildren.
No.425281
>>425270I am stuck at an event.
No.425298
>>425187very nice, I like the cover
No.425841
Cannot wait for more fanfic.
I might write more myself.
No.425948
Should I add these to the PDF?
>>415566>>415873>>415947I feel bad for leaving them out but they are kind of mean.
No.425951
>>425948You may add the Shay's story since it has art.
Paired with
>>422418 &
>>422642Also
>>423834 &>>424321
No.426741
>>423276The next picture will be NSFW
& spoilered No.426749
>>419330>>419589>>419591>>423174Grace-Rodina Russian Civil war Pg 1
Whites
You could hear the bottom of boots pounding against the roads. Spirits were high, cheers all around. There was only one thought on everyone’s mind as they marched. The red menace would be swept out of the caucuses and soon, the motherland. The cities of Maykop and Armavir were taken. The next in sight was Stavorpol. The officers reassured the troops it would be a sweeping victory. The General told them to knock it off
“Arrogant offices are as good as dead”.
Grace has mixed emotions on the subject. On one had, the disgusting blight that taken over the Empire was being defeated. On the other hand, the men to do so clearly had their own motives. Especially one Anton Denikin, general of the volunteer army. She recalled how he scoffed the idea of allowing a descendant of the Royal Family usurp him in command. Of course a peasant would everything in their power to cling onto the little power he’s obtained. No class in a bone of his body. Though she had to admit, he wasn’t a bad general. On contrary, Southern Russia was as good for the whites. Still, she had her reservation on this movement. The dreaded Left Socialist-Revolutionaries were accepted in the ranks, the putrid worms that started this whole mess and allowed for the country to be prepped like lambs to slaughter for the Bolsheviks. And yet.
“They had the decency to…” tears began to well up in her eye, their warmth contrasting the now cooling autumn.
No, I can’t think of that.
Still, streams of tears kept crawling down her cheeks as the thought back of when news first broke. As soon as those dreaded words entered her ears, a pit formed in her stomach, her heart began to feel the pain of a thousand needles. Her knees gave out
The King had died, executed at the hands of Reds.
She can remember the uncontrollable tears, the sudden rush of vomit up her throat, the chill and shivering of her body. For days she languished, unsure what to do. But at the end of the day, she was a noble, and she had a duty to God’s chosen to avenge him, destroy those who wronged him and return the throne to its rightful place.
And yet, when victory was so close, she still couldn’t hold back tears. A solider approached her, asking if everything was ok. Immediately, like on command, her tears began to dry up and a scowl drew itself across her face
“I am just fine. You shouldn’t break formation”. He stepped back at this sudden tone shift and immediately rejoined his troop. She stared at him for a good while before looking forward, determined as ever.
The rightful House of Romanov will rule these lands once more. I’ll make sure of it.
No.426754
>>426749Whoa, I NEED a continuation…
No.427017
>>426754I look forward to any new fanfic.
No.427033
>>425259>>424321>>424358(now without Further adieu once again with Crescendo this is the second time writing this the first time lost everything at the climax)
The two were walking around the fair grounds for much of the evening taking in the sights and sounds of the festival. Grace was still lost in thought about what had happened, 'There is no way this is happening right now. This has to be some kind of dream or something right? No Grace, this is real you invited Alunya here to finally confess your feelings for her. You got this Grace.' she reminded herself of the objective at hand.
Alunya was looking at Grace for a moment and noticed that she was looking at her hand. Offering her hand to Grace she smiles a bit and says, "Want to hold my Hand?"
Dumbfounded Grace was taken aback by this, what was happening right? Was this really happening, she started to become shy as she nodded her head a little, taking one arm off from around the plush. Giving it the much relief from the death grasp that Grace had it in, as she slowly reaches for Alunya's hand taking it. Once they were holding hands they were interlocked, trying to hide her excitement from the fact that she was holding hands with the person she had developed feeling for. These developments were just like from her Romance Novels and Shojo Comics (Of which she did not want to have Alunya find out about as she would get teased about it more). Alunya only chuckles a bit seeing this happen before her, it was nice seeing Grace Happy.
"Well someone is enjoying themselves, if you wanted to hold my hand so much why didn't you say something about it earlier?" she asks with a smile.
Puffing out her cheeks Grace looks away but answers shyly, "Its not like I wanted to hold your hand or anything like that. I..I just wanted to know how you hands felt after all I thought it be like something from my Romance Novels."
It took a moment for Grace to realize what she said hiding her face into the plushie again. This made Alunya laugh a little, "Well if that is the case then I am sure you also liked it when I complimented on your food it was really good, and even when I petted your head."
Trying to not allow her joy to escape her lips but she said, "Y..Yes I really did enjoy that. It felt nice to be complimented on the work I done I did for myself, and because I wanted to for someone else. I really liked it when you praised me and petted my head it made me feel nice and giddy inside. Look Alunya, there is a lot I want to say but I want to say it when we get on the Feris Wheel."
Nodding in understanding Alunya says, "Sure Grace we can go c'mon."
Grace took the lead she was excited about the events that were going to take place. She was finally going to be truthful to Alunya about everything she was feeling at this moment. 'Alright Grace you did it. Now you just got to let her know how you truly feel. None of this Tsundere Stuff, let her melt your heart. Allow your true self be freed from the ice around you. ' Feeling the butterflies in her stomach as nothing was going to take her down from her high right now as the two approached the Feris Wheel.
They were greeted with a small line and the operator of the attraction. It only took five minutes before they got a chance to get on, when they did they sat on separate sides. The cart was making its slow ascent towards its peak, from below the town looked light fireflies, while the night skies glistened with the Super Full moon close to being touched, as the stars danced and flickered. Grace's Emerald Green Eyes stared into Alunya's crimson red eyes. The plushie was sitting in Grace's Lap as she let out a sigh, 'Its now or never Grace just do it.' calming herself enough to finally speak,
"Alunya, I want to let you know how I feel about you. I didn't know I could feel this way despite us having such different perspectives of life, yet here we are together from holding hands, to living together, and even going out on this date. At first, I thought my feelings were that of friendliness but as we started to get know each other it was then when these feelings deepened. N..No more Tsundere act I am going to tell you here and now how I feel. ALUNYA, I LOVE YOU WILL YOU BE MY LOVER!" she says out loud feeling her heart beating fast, she did it consequences be damned she admitted it.
Stunned, Alunya did not know what to say at first, but she collected her thoughts and gave a cheeky smile, "You know Grace actions speak louder than words, so let me show you my feelings for you."
Alunya move forward, as Grace closed her eyes realizing what was happening, the two of them kissed under the moon lit night at the top of the Feris Wheel, Cliche as this was Grace did not care she was happy, tears started to run down her face as Alunya reciprocated the feelings. Holding each other in a hug as the held the kiss for a moment longer before breaking it, as the two panted a little catching their breath.
"Does that answer your question dearest Grace?" Alunya being cool about the situation.
"Y..Yes my dear Alunya, I am so happy right now you don't even understand. I planned for this perfect night and it happened almost like a fairy tail."
"Well it was as real as it can get. I am glad you finally got the chance to tell me how you felt, I thought I would have to keep waiting for you to drop your act." Alunya remarks with a small tease.
Puffing her cheeks, a little but she couldn't stay mad for too long but let's off a guanine smile of her own, "I know, but I didn't expect you to like someone others find obnoxious, as I can be sometimes. while also just being nice to me despite our clear differences in how we view things."
With a small peck on the cheek Alunya pet Grace's head and says, "Nah, at first I did but when I got to know you better it wasn't so bad, and I appreciate all you do to make yourself a better person, and now a partner of mine. I love you Grace, I hope your night has been the best it has been. We got plenty of more in the future if you stick with me."
Nodding her head Grace was so happy grinning from ear to ear as the Plush toy was picked up by Grace as the ride comes to an end, letting the newly formed couple off holding hands once more as they left the grounds together as more adventures were ahead of them, but tonight it was a focus on them.
(Thank you for your time, if you have any new ideas to write do let me know I can make it happen)
No.427071
>>427033> "Want to hold my Hand?" Alunya has no shame smh
> any new ideasGrace and Alunya abducted by aliens to study human reproduction since they clearly are a couple (a couple of besties).
No.427074
>>427071The idea I always had for Alunya's personality is based of that of Sonic's: a cool, adventurous, smug, and caring person. So her offering her hand in such a way that would seem shameful doesn't bother her just a normal thing to get clued on.
No.427112
Grace and Alunya, fueled by their passionate convictions, embarked on a unique endeavor—a podcast where they debated the merits of monarchy and Marxism. In a small studio adorned with microphones and recording equipment, they began a lively discourse, presenting their arguments to an eager audience.
As their debate reached its crescendo, a sudden commotion interrupted the recording. The studio doors burst open in flames, revealing the imposing figure of Porky, the evil CEO, flanked by his sinister minions. His shrill laughter and cigar smoke filled the room, shattering the refined atmosphere of polite intellectual debate.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A podcast promoting ideologies I despise!” Porky sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I couldn't resist crashing this little gathering of yours."
Grace and Alunya exchanged glances, realizing that their activities had drawn the attention of a formidable adversary. They stood tall, their beliefs unwavering, as Porky's minions encircled them, with evil smiles, intent on silencing them.
Porky, reveling in his display of power, leaned against a nearby table.
"You two, with your grand ideas of monarchy and Marxism, you're nothing more than inconsequential dreamers. Allow me to show you the true power of unfettered capitalism!"
Alunya stepped forward, her voice laced with defiance. "Capitalism without regulation leads to rampant exploitation and inequality. It prioritizes profit over the well-being of the working class. We stand for a system that addresses these injustices and empowers those who have been marginalized."
Grace, her regal poise undeterred, added, "Monarchy, in its essence, is a unifying force that brings stability and continuity to a nation. It embodies a deep connection to history, culture, and tradition. We advocate for a monarchy that embraces compassion and ensures the welfare of all its subjects.”
Porky's laughter reverberated through the room, his arrogance fueling his disregard for their arguments. "Compassion and welfare? Nonsense! In the real world it's survival of the fittest, and I'm at the top of the food chain!"
Just as Porky moved closer to Grace and Alunya, their podcast's audience rose in collective defiance. The power of their words had resonated deeply, inspiring listeners to stand up against the tyrannical grasp of unchecked capitalism.
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. The once-captive audience rushed to Grace and Alunya's defense, forming a protective barrier against Porky's minions. Their voices rose in unison, proclaiming the importance of balance, fairness, and a society that values the well-being of all its members.
Caught off guard by the unexpected resistance, Porky's bravado faltered. His minions wavered for a moment.
Grace and Alunya, bolstered by the support surrounding them, stood tall, embodying the spirit of their ideologies. They had sparked a movement, turning a simple podcast into a catalyst for change.
With a growl of frustration, Porky retreated, his minions following suit, promising he would return one day.
No.427113
>>427112Wait–why don't leftists put Grace on Porky's side.
This is weird monbol stuff?!
You're not supposed to be sympathizing with me, leftists!
Something has to be off-script.
No.427217
>>427113Feudalfags have all reasons to hold some grudges toward Porky. This is not incoherent story wise
No.427219
>>427217Graceposter is not a feudalist tho because of hatred for nobles
No.427229
>>427219Does graceposter hate nobles because they always defy the King and might take power away from him?
No.427239
>>427119Grace should be portrayed like a corpse with an unmarked grave.
Fuck monarchy and monarchists.
No.427396
>>427119Well as I write Grace as a normal person with differing opinions that say of Alunya. But they are both people that are under the boot of Capitalism trying to cope with the realities.
Maybe that is just me and that's what makes my writing feel 'relatable' if make sense. Of course we got our little clichés but you can only write so many different romantic situations feel unique without having some sort of silly cliché things.
No.427406
>>427229>>427219I don't see monarchy as a stage of history like slavery, feudalism, capitalism, socialism, communism.
This is part of the leftist paradigm and reality.
Monarchy is a form of State or Commonwealth or Republic (whatever word we prefer to use, but I use State).
Others don't view the term State like I do to begin with. Not even other monarchists.
If I had to consider within the leftist paradigm, it would be any stage of history with states.
The neofeudalists I'm against also don't subscribe to this narrative (they're not leftists). My problem with them is their narrative is largely pinned against mine and they take the tocquevillist lead. (Which narrows down to absolute monarchy = bad b/c centralization and muh intermediaries such as nobles & then an advocation for a more mixed -traditional- constitutionalism / feudalism with more emphasis on the nobles). The problem is the same with the neofeudalists: they're also peddling another historical narrative. Like the Hoppeans say, they're in the midst of building their own historical narrative and it often shares similar roots with the neofeudalists back to certain political thinkers.
leftypol users don't spend their time talking with these people–they wouldn't understand or see this narrative like I do. They also have no bone to pick here.
No.428931
>>427458might I suggest later drawing Alunya being
catty with Grace
No.428973
We need a beach episode:
> flat Alunya having breast envy for Grace
> putting sunscreen on each other's back
> Grace building a sandcastle, Alunya "storming" this "summer palace"
> wardrobe malfunction in the water
> ice cream that got on the cheek licked off
No.428977
heheh disgrace
No.428980
>>428977Alunya giving Grace a coup de grace
No.428985
>>428931>draw Alunya being catty with GraceAlunya will wear a Bubsy the bobcat ! shirt and tell Grace cat puns until Grace goes
insane.
No.429081
>>428973I've been wanting to do a beach scene for a while.
No.429091
>>428973Give me a synopsis of what a video game episode would be like, anon.
No.430007
Later Alunya would find Grace wearing a chastity belt.
No.430987
I'd like to read more.
No.431113
The leftist weightlifting club is holding its weekly meeting at the gym. Rodina, flexing her huge muscles, is bragging: "I once parked a Yugo – without the engine running!" Tania, with her enormous muscles throbbing, pauses her deadlift to one-up her: "That's nothing! I once dragged a motorcycle for 100 meters. The engine was running – in the opposite direction, of course!"
Grace, the weakest, most pathetic member of the gym, with practically no muscles to speak of, who only comes to the gym for yoga lessons, walks by. Alunya, the biggest, most muscular leftist weightlifter, who holds all the local records, picks Grace up in princess carry, and says: "Real strength is not in spectacular feats, but in your everyday acts of love!" And she kisses Grace's cheek.
No.432917
Looks like all the writer anons are busy striking in Hollywood, they don't have time for Alunya and Grace anymore.
No.433168
Grace and Alunya found themselves soaring through the skies aboard Sir Gaylord's magnificent airship, propelled not by conventional means, but by the remarkable power of—love.
They gazed out at the breathtaking vistas below, scattered with mountains, lakes, and forests, holding their hands in silence and treasuring their close companionship.
Eventually, when the sun began to set across the horizon, they revived a well worn debate.
“—Marxism seeks to dismantle oppressive systems and create a society where everyone has equal opportunities and access to resources," proclaimed Alunya.
“But Alunya my dear friend, that doesn’t sound like a long term solution to the problem of running society. My ideas on the other hand provide stability and continuity in governance. Monarchy upholds tradition and fosters a sense of national identity and pride, found through dedication to the sovereign.”
Suddenly, Sir Gaylord's voice crackled over the ship's intercom.
"My dear friends, I have urgent news. It seems that Porky, the malevolent CEO, is plotting to obtain the Spherical Orb of Doom—a device that could plunge mankind into an ultra-capitalist techno tyranny."
Alunya's eyes widened with alarm. "The Spherical Orb of Doom? That sounds ominous indeed. What does he plan to do with such a device?"
Sir Gaylord's tone grew grave. “Porky is a libertarian, driven mad by insatiable greed. He aims to harness the power of the orb to consolidate his control and manipulate the masses. His billionaire friend, Biff Gezos, is complicit in this scheme, exploiting technology for their own selfish gains.”
Grace's voice carried a steely determination. "We cannot allow such a dire fate to befall humanity. We must thwart their plans and protect the ideals we hold dear!”
Sir Gaylord nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Indeed, my friends. Despite our differences, we must overcome and gather allies, spread awareness, and rally those who believe in freedom, justice, and the power of love."
As the airship sailed through the skies, Grace and Alunya discussed strategies, united in their commitment to stand against the encroaching darkness.
Grace's suggestion of holding a seance to communicate with the spirit of Tsar Nicholas, the last Russian emperor, hung in the air while Alunya giggled.
"Grace, my dear friend, seeking guidance from the spirit world seems rather undialectical and silly. We should focus on practical solutions.”
Sir Gaylord, however, took to Grace’s defence.
"On the contrary, Grace’s suggestion holds a certain appeal. Tsar Nicholas, with his experiences and insights, might offer guidance in these troubled times.”
Grace's eyes lit up, grateful for Sir Gaylord's support.
"Indeed, If we can establish a connection, we may gain insight into how to counteract the nefarious plans of Porky.”
Alunya's doubt remained evident, but she relented.
"Very well, if only because of my respect for you Grace, but I still reserve the right to a healthy dose of skepticism.”
They gathered in a candlelit room of the airship. Sir Gaylord, with his knowledge of the occult, guided them through the seance ritual.
As they held hands and focused their energy, Sir Gaylord channeled his intentions towards establishing a connection with Tsar Nicholas. The room fell into silence, the only sound being the soft flickering of candle flames.
Moments passed, and just as doubt began to creep in, a subtle change in the air made their hearts race. Hushed whispering seemed to resonate within the room, carrying the faint echoes of a distant voice.
"Who seeks my counsel?" the voice boomed, resonating through the room.
Grace, her voice steady, spoke into the void.
"Your Imperial Majesty, it is I, Grace, a devoted monarchist, seeking your wisdom and guidance in a time of great peril."
The disembodied voice responded with a tone of regal authority.
"Speak, Grace! I shall lend you my ears and offer what counsel I can."
Grace poured her heart out, explaining the dire circumstances they faced and the looming threat of Porky and his diabolical plans to enslave humanity into a neo-Randian capitalist tyranny. She sought advice on how to navigate the treacherous path ahead, protect the values they held dear, and preserve the freedom of humanity.
The spirit of Tsar Nicholas' rambled on for a few minutes as he shared stories of his own struggles.
The seance began to reach its climax. Grace, and Sir Gaylord felt a profound connection to the spirit of Tsar Nicholas, their hearts and minds open to the wisdom he imparted. Even Alunya was stunned.
But the serene atmosphere was abruptly shattered by a stumbling figure that lurched into the room. It was the priest, his cheeks flushed and breath reeking of alcohol.
"What is this sorcery?!" Father Joe exclaimed, his voice a mix of anger and bewilderment. He swayed unsteadily.
Grace, approached the priest with a gentle hand extended. "Father, please calm down! We did not mean to upset you. We were merely seeking guidance."
Father Joe's face twisted in fury as he waved his arms dismissively. "Guidance? From the spirit world? Such practices be damned!"
Alunya, retorted, "Father, with all due respect, Our intention was never to challenge your faith but to explore alternative avenues…”
“Sorcery! Heathens!” He blasted.
But Sir Gaylord stepped forward.
"Father, I understand your concerns. However, but our intentions were merely rooted in seeking alternative methods for defeating Porky and his sinister plans.”
Father Joe, slumped into a nearby chair, as his anger subsided, and lit a cigarette. “Dammit …I… I apologize for my outburst. But It's just that… I’ve a lot on me mind, and the thought of tampering with the spiritual realm unsettles me a lot. I don’t like it one bit, but Porky and his diabolical machinations frightens me more. I dont know what to do except pray.”
They decided to let bygones be bygones, and retreated to the lounge of the airship where they rested.
No.433294
>>433168What a cliffhanger! I won't be able to sleep not knowing what happened to Porky and the Spherical Orb of Doom!
No.433431
>>432917Nah I am not on strike, I have been dealing with some shit recently that came up so hadn't had time to sit down and create a new fanfic.
No.434198
thinking about Grace and Alunya
No.435443
Grace just finished cleaning up after her dinner when someone knocked on the door. She did not expect visitors or deliveries; she did not have many friends and none of them were the type to turn up unexpected. Uninvited guests are usually bad news. Still, she gathered her courage, opened the door a bit, and peeked out.
A young woman stood there, around the same age as her. She was fully clothed in black. Black boots, long black trousers, black gloves, a black shirt with long sleeves, a black scarf hid most of her face, even her hair was black. The stranger pulled her scarf down, revealing her face, and pleaded: "Please let me in!" So Grace stepped aside, the stranger slipped in, quickly closed the door behind her, and sat down with her back to the door, breathing heavily.
Grace wasn't sure why she let this intruder in. She already regretted it and started thinking about a plan to get rid of her. She could be dangerous. Some strange person clad in black; what if it is a terrorist, a bomb throwing anarchist? They were everywhere in the city recently. Even this morning, as Grace was commuting to work, there was a protest that held up her bus. She was late to work, and had to spend the whole morning listening to her boss lecturing her about punctuality. She then spent her lunch break in the toilet, crying. Powerful politicians from around the world were gathering in the city to discuss matters important to them. Grace did not care much about these ministers; they can deal with their issues among themselves. But troublemakers are attracted to powerful people like flies are attracted to excrement, and they followed them here.
The intruder waved at Grace to join her on the floor. She kneeled down and sat on her heels, afraid of what would happen if she did not follow the orders. She noticed that on top of the intruder's head was a pair of cat ears. They were adorable, and Grace watched the ears flicker nervously.
"Hey, my eyes are down here." whispered the owner of the cat ears with slight amusement. Grace gathered all her courage and lowered her eyes to meet the gaze of her intruder. She had red eyes that would not look away from her. Grace felt she was looking into those eyes for way too long, but an urge overtook her and she couldn't look away. It felt like a part of her soul had been kidnapped by those red eyes and now the rest of her soul was trying to break out of her own eyeballs to join the stolen part in the mesmerizing red abyss of this intruder's eyes.
The sound of a siren from outside broke their trance. "Do you have a window that looks to the street?" whispered the intruder. Grace pointed towards the living room. The intruder started crawling there, on all fours. Grace followed her, in the same manner. She did not like this. It was humiliating, unfit for her. She wanted to get rid of the intruder. She did not like being ordered around in her own home, in her own domain. But she was too scared not to play along. So she went.
In the living room, the intruder sat down next to the window. "Can you tell me what's going on outside?" she asked Grace. Grace peeked out. "It's a police car. There are two officers next to it, talking." said Grace, and gathering all her courage, she continued "Are they here for you?" The intruder nodded. "Are you dangerous?" The intruder looked at Grace, surprised. "Of course not! I was just sparypainting. They are the ones that are dangerous." Grace wasn't so sure about that.
Meanwhile the sirens stopped their deafening cries. "They've got in the car. Looks like they are driving away." she narrated. "Really?" The intruder let out a cry of joy and jumped next to Grace. There was barely any space for her to look out, and Grace was determined not to give up any more of it for her; she had given up enough today. This did not seem to bother the intruder. She put her face so close to Grace that their cheeks almost touched. Grace could feel the heat radiating from that face. Blood rushed to her own and she realized she was blushing. Why would she react this way? She turned her face away, afraid that now it was her heat that was noticable. But the intruder did not seem to care, she gently let herself fall back, taking a deep breath as she stretched out on the floor, and let out a deep sigh.
Grace felt relaxed too. Now she was sure that she did the right thing. What could have happened if the cops caught this poor catgirl? Those brutes would have beat her up for sure, or worse. Grace saved this troublemaker, she gave her shelter, she took her under her protection. Those gestures that she interpreted as orders before now felt as pleas for help. She was glad, at least she did one thing right today. But now that the danger was gone, it was time to send this troublemaker on her way.
While Grace was constructing her plan to make the troublemaker leave, the catgirl stood up and extended a hand to Grace. Grace accepted it and let her help her up. The catgirl shaked Grace's hand and introduced herself: "I'm Alunya. Thank you for saving me." "You are most welcome. I am Grace, welcome to my home." With the formalities out of the way, Grace wanted to bow Alunya out. "Now, if you would excuse me, could you please–" But the catgirl interrupted her: "Can I please use the toilet?" As it looked urgent, Grace showed her where it was.
While her guest was away, Grace had some time to think it over. Vandalism was pretty dumb, but it is not an inexcusable crime. Maybe they could still become friends. She would have liked a new friend, it was getting pretty lonely lately. But since her guest was likely here to protest, they probably had their political differences. Could they get over it and become friends? She was trying to come up with a plan to figure that out.
Soon her guest emerged from the toilet. In new clothes! It was still mostly black, but Grace found it friendlier and not as intimidiating as before. The trousers were replaced by a short black skirt, the shirt with a black T-shirt. A bright red belt adorned her hip. Instead of the scarf she now wore a half-black half-red bandana around her neck. Grace noticed that her hair was short, barely touching her shoulders. "Well, how do you like it?" asked Alunya as she struck a pose. "Oh, it's very cute! It really suits you." said Grace happily. Alunya stepped closer and leaned in to take a good look at Grace's clothing. "Your outfit is really cute, too, I like this purple dress. It looks very elegant. And your golden hair is so beautiful, it really brings out the emerald of your eyes. Plus your hair style, it's so cool!" Grace was happy to hear that. "Thank you! It's called a "hime cut", it's how Japanese princesses used to wear their hair." she replied. "Oh, I did not know that! You really do look like a princess!" Grace was elated. Maybe they could be friends, after all.
Alunya turned around and took a good look at the nearby bookshelf. She studied the titles carefully. Grace stepped next to her happily; books are another topic dear to her heart, she was sure she could impress her guest with her collection. "Do you like them?" Grace asked. "You have so manny books!" replied Alunya, and continued: "Personally I prefer science fiction, but fantasy can be entertaining, too." This confused Grace. "What do you mean, fantasy? These are serious philosophical works!" "Oh, so you really are a monarchist, are you not?" Grace nodded yes and watched as Alunya's cat ears wilted in disappointment. Maybe they can't be friends after all.
A deep silence befelt the two, but it passed on as quickly as it came, as Alunya's stomach let out a deep growl. "Uh, sorry about that." she said, seemingly embarassed. Grace wanted to cheer her up. "Don't worry. I have some leftover Kaiserschmarrn if you would like some." It did make Alunya smile. "Oh I would certainly like to smack a Kaiser!" Alunya joked, but then quickly added: "I'm sorry, I don't want to offend you. I don't have anything against you, it's just… strange, you know?" Grace just waved at her to follow her into the kitchen.
Grace set the table for Alunya and put the food in the microwave. While they were waiting for it to heat up, Alunya asked her about the food: "It looked really sweet and special, did you have this for dinner today because you are celebrating?" Grace replied: "It is dessert. But I had nothing to celebrate today. I usually eat this when I am in a bad mood, to cheer myself up." she admitted. "Oh, are you in a bad mood today? Did something happen?" asked Alunya. Grace hesitated for a moment before answering; it was a bit embarrassing. "I was late for work, and my boss shouted at me because of it." She did not mention why she was late. Alunya jumped up from the table. "You shouldn't let your boss boss you around! Remember: the boss needs you, you don't need the boss!" Grace was amused by Alunya's sudden outburst. "Calm down, Alunya" she said, giggling. "I did not expect to find a knight in you." Alunya seemed confused but she sat down again, just in time for the microwave oven to finish its job.
Grace put the food before Alunya. "Let's eat!" Alunya cheered before taking a spoonfull. After her first taste, she erupted: "Oh, it's really good! You are an amazing cook, Grace!" Grace was elated to hear this. To make someone this happy with her food! Surely this is how kings must feel when they see their subject prosper under their rule. She felt like a queen. But still, when her guest finished her meal, the only thing on Grace's mind was to get rid of her. It was getting late and she was tired.
Alunya grabbed her plate and went to the sink. "Oh don't worry about it", Grace stopped her, "it's pretty late and I am sure you need to be at home already." Alunya laughed it off. "It's okay, it's barely anything, I'm used to cleaning up after myself." She was done with the dishes in a minute, and turned to Grace: "Now, why don't we watch some anime before I go? As a reward for helping with the chores." Grace wasn't sure if this was meant to be a joke or not, but she felt defeated. What could she do? You can't just kick out a guest. She felt it was her duty to be welcoming. If there was nothing she could do, they might as well enjoy some time together.
They sat on the sofa and Grace turned the TV on. The show barely started when Grace felt Alunya lean on her, with her head falling on Grace's shoulder. Grace froze. Her heart beat rapidly as blood filled her face. To feel her body so close to hers, and they only met this afternoon! She did not dare move, afraid that it would wake her. But she started thinking, thinking about how she could keep her guest around, silently working on a grand plan that would unite them forever. She dozed off imagining all the happiness that awaited.
***
"Hey Alunya, do you remember when we first met? You fell asleep and your head fell on my shoulder…"
"Oh, I was still awake. I remember how red it made your face, you looked adorable."
"What?!"
No.435575
>>435443>They sat on the sofa and Grace turned the TV on. The show barely started when Grace felt Alunya lean on her, with her head falling on Grace's shoulder. Grace froze. Her heart beat rapidly as blood filled her face. To feel her body so close to hers, and they only met this afternoon! She did not dare move, afraid that it would wake her. But she started thinking, thinking about how she could keep her guest around, silently working on a grand plan that would unite them forever. She dozed off imagining all the happiness that awaited.This is beautiful!!
No.438700
someone write them having sex
No.438707
>>438700Lol
By the way~ I hope
>>435443 ( and all the stories before ofc. ) gets archived at the future - it was too sweet and joyful to read. I really felt that awkward moment slowly becoming subjected into a grandiose affection between Alunya and Grace. ^^
No.440560
bump
No.441875
>gr*ce and *luny* posting
No.442224
>>420724Can't believe people saved these old ass drawings I did years after they were posted
No.442232
>>441875>being mad about the board mascotwhy do you even come to this website
No.442270
>>442224Now I wonder if I should draw more, my skills have improved I'd say
No.442308
>>442272if by self-contained you mean in a singular room in an abandoned house,maybe
No.442309
>>442308i already live in actually existing anarcho-monarchism.
No.442338
>>442270I have modified & simplified Grace-chan's design a lot (like removing the crown badge on her chest) – to make Grace easier to draw & iconic.
Things that were removed from her design over time:
<x the white diagonal band removed<x the old straight hair design <x the extra buttons – was simplified to two buttons straps (four buttons total).<x Changed her boots from white to black / grey<x Removed crown badgePending changes:
>belt & shirt collar redesign>Re-adjusting skirt & shirt (to be more like the fumo picture 2nd pic related)>might remove the belt altogetherThese four pics are how Grace looks atm w/ the changes.
No.442339
>>4423388 best pictures representing Grace currently*
This
>>423272 picture also is accurate. :^)
No.442362
kys
No.442414
>>442359>thecringegirl.pngthanks EtienneThe fanfic anons would probably like sketches.
Also I recommend /draw/.
No.442751
>>442359amazing work anon
No.443160
>>442270You should, we missed you!
No.445886
I might write another story.
No.448802
bump
No.455338
>>452807Never understood the appeal of nsfw pixel art at this resolution. It made sense for early, CoC era sprites but this?
No.455377
>>455338For me, the appeal is that it portrays Grace-chan naked.
No.455565
>>455384>>455377Then why not just normal illustrations of that? Why pixel art? Do the rough edges turn you on or something? Do you play Minecraft one-handed?
No.456325
we need more written fanfic.
No.456506
>>456328Fuck I almost coughed up a lung laughing.
No.456722
bump
No.457227
>>457223no… No! No, No It's not!!!! :''(
No.457742
>>456733is grace an evolution of this polina design
I just started seeing her posted a few years ago after I'd already drifted away from this community, so never got the context
No.457744
>>457742Did you draw this? I love it!!
No.457753
>>457742Not really.
Grace has blonde hair in common with Polina.
Her emerald eyes and sunny puffy hair distinguish her from Erika.
No.458344
>>457742>is grace an evolution of this polina designGrumble, grumble…
It's like leftists only regard the fascists or nazis!
Polina or Erika was 8chan /pol/'s tan before 8/pol/ died.
Grace is an evolution in the sense of being a monarchist tan inspired by the other tans.
No.458541
new fanfic idea:
alunya keeps noticing polina and grace gets jealous.
No.458778
Saving from the slide.
No.460247
A lot of tans are blonde haired.
The reason Grace has blonde hair is to be sunny or golden.
No.463409
>>444074Is this picture canon?:
No.463483
>>460249>>460250this is fire TBH
No.463489
theres an episode where Grace and Alunya meet in 1920s prohibition New York being hunted by the pinker tons sent by porky
No.463963
I want some sort slice of life situation were they're both roommates, and Alunya has to tolerate Grace's monarcho-autism on a daily basis.
No.464018
next episode:
grace becomes a communist vanguard
No.464657
>>464656Fucking cool please add them to the booru.
MOOOODSTWEET THIS.
No.464659
>>464657I think those are already on the booru.
I didn't make them, lol – these pics are old.
No.465465
>>465462>>465463Well, that's it for NNN…
No.466016
>>466009Pick some that do not contradict each other and have the rest being wet/fever dreams chapters.
No.466241
>>466009This is an artwork , great job to all anons!
No.471829
Should we put these on AO3?
No.472671
Cat Alunya opens the door to Grace's bedroom. The Catalan revolutionary catgirl loves invading her privacy.
Grace is in her pajamas and holding a pillow.
Grace says.
>Alunya, isn't it a bit early to visit me?
Alunya turns her red eyes and smiles.
<Not really. I love visiting you.
Grace throws her pillow at Alunya and laughs.
>Disdain for catgirls!
Alunya doesn't mind getting hit with her pillow. Cat Alunya throws the pillow back at Grace.
On the other side of her room, a soft red chair with a TV and a collection of Sonic games.
Alunya exclaims.
<Wow, Grace! where did you find all this? I didn't know you liked Sonic.
Grace turns her emerald eyes and says.
>I knew you'd like it. I wanted to surprise you, Alunya–
Alunya meows.
<Hey, I found Sonic 2~! I love this one, let me play, Grace
Grace blinks.
>Oh, you don't have to ask permission–gawh, that's my chair!–
Alunya places Sonic 2 in the Sega console and plays! with the arcade pad in her hand and sitting on the comfy red chair. The white screen with SEGA appears and Alunya is playing Emerald Hill zone.
Grace stands behind the red chair and cheers.
>You are so fast, Alunya!
Alunya smirks and beats Eggman.
Soon Alunya is in Chemical Plant with its snazzy and catchy music. Alunya speeds through Chemical Plant fast and leans in the red chair with her eyes on the screen. Act 1 is cleared.
Alunya plays Sonic 2 when suddenly…
<Grace! c'mon I want to beat Sonic 2–
Grace hovers in front of the TV screen with her cascading blonde hair and in her pajamas.
Alunya whines.
<I think I'm going to looose, Graaaace–
Grace leans in and kisses Alunya.
The game pauses.
Later Alunya and Grace played Sonic games all day.
No.472904
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No.473013
>>472671Why not play multiplayer?
No.473747
>>473013there could be a multiplayer story
No.479356
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No.483617
Grace was determined to catch Santa in the act this year. She was well prepared, sitting next to the chimney with a big mug of coffee and her favourite Sonic game on her handheld console. But like every year, the sleepiness overcame the princess and she quickly fell asleep.
But this year, it wasn't the first rays of sunshine that awake her, but strange noises coming from the chimney. Soon enough, a cloud of dust emerged from the fireplace and she could make out a figure in it. But contrary to her expectations, it wasn't a fat guy with that unmistakable hat. It was a slim silhouette, with cat ears on top of its head.
"Miss Alunya!" Grace cried out as the dust settled. "I did not know you were Santa's little helper! How nice of you! What gifts did you bring for me?"
"Hello dear Grace…" replied Alunya, a bit embarrassed, as she grabbed a sack from her back and opened it wide. "Truth to be told, I did not bring anything. I came to take."
Grace looked into the sack, it was empty. She understood the situation at once. Santa was in trouble and has sent Alunya to gather the tools necessary to get him out of it. She was ready to help save Christmas. "You can have whatever you want!" she said.
Alunya was taken aback. Why is she agreeing to it? Is this a trap? Did she set off some alarm in the chimney? Are the cops already on their way? What is Grace planning? But as she was trying to read Grace's face, her thought started to converge on a single line, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out: "I want to taste your lips!"
Grace did not think about how this could help Santa, without a moment of hesitation, she kissed Alunya. Alunya kissed back, and soon they were lost in each other's embrace. They did not even notice when Santa came by and left.
"That trickster Alunya," Santa thought to themself, "she said she did not bring anything, but I it looks like that was the best gift Grace ever received!"
No.483854
>>483649Sorry I did not mean to misrepresent Grace-chan. I can delete that post if you wish.
No.483927
how can anyone like this stupid humanoid cat creature? disgusting. lick your milk you smooth brained feline. 16 years old relative to cat terms would make her a moronic kitten who wont stay still and spends all day trying to crawl up your wall with her claws.
>>460249wtf this shit is awful somebody neuter this horrible cat girl
No.483928
>>483927That would be a young adult cat not a kitten
No.484045
>>483854It's okay.
No need to be sorry.
No.489528
>>417893>alunyasexualThis is an obsession.
>>417890>grace is lesbianAssuming one's sexuality? What if she's be or pan? We'll never know. Schrodinger's lesbian.
Sexuality is a spook anyway, one can fuck whomever one likes really.
No.489530
>>483617Why does this picture look cute? Am I being manipulated into spreading monarchoid propaganda?
No.489534
>>489530>Why does this picture look cute?Because it is of Grace-chan!
No.489542
>>489534I'm not joining your simp club, my heart belongs to Max Stirner.
No.490040
Grace: Hey, Alunya! Have you seen my royal stockings?
Alunya: Yo Grace, what is it? … Why are you staring at me like that?
Grace: Say, Alunya, was your chest always this big? I could swear it wasn't even there yesterday.
Alunya: Hehehe, I have been drinking lots of milk and sure enough, it worked! Heh, do you like 'em? … Nyah! Why are you touching me!
Grace: Are you wearing my bra?! Did you stuff it with my stockings?! Look Alunya, I understand that you envy me for my superior chest, but that does not mean that you can just take my clothes and… Eek!!
Alunya: Ah, sorry Grace! I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, I did not mean to hurt your superior breasts…
Grace: No-No, it's okay, please do it again~!♡
No.492018
>>492001That's not Grace, Grace does not have hair antenna
No.492019
>>492018she probably does when she's been laying in bed all day though
No.492043
>>492019eepy princess uwu
No.496637
>>415467Why does Alunya look like a soyjack on the second picture?
No.500579
Why is there so much grace fanart when there's basically zero monarchists? Is it just one giga-autist making it all?
No.500583
>>500579>Is it just one giga-autist making it all?yes
No.503612
>>503608Go and ask them directly.
No.503618
>>503612alunya waking up grace to breakfast in bed. kissing. hand holding. cuddling. then saving the day from one of porky's nefarious plans
No.503622
>>503618Why does this sound so corny? Like a very amateur fanfic.
No.509035
Surprised no one has mentioned Amanullah Khan and his relationship with Lenin in this thread.
No.509559
I need a fluffy cute story to maek the sad thought go away
No.513619
I'm going to send this thread to prominent yurinfluences on fedi.
No.517143
>>517095I don't like it because Grace-chan is crying.
No.517153
>>517095I love it because Grace-chan is crying.
No.517176
okay hear me out, grace chan and alunya, but both male
No.517189
I like Grace-chan because she is cute.
No.517197
>>517153they kiss and make up later
No.517899
>>426749>>426754Grace-Rodina Russian Civil War Pg 2
RedsHe’s pacing again.A usual occurrence for one man with glasses and a beard. War Commissar, Leon Trotsky. He mutters to himself, low enough for only a faint whisper of words to make it to where Rodina is.
“Disaster……Moscow……more sol…”
After a while, Rodina doesn’t bother to listen, she knows most of the information will be hashed in the meeting.
He only knows half about the true mess we are in.More people pour into the waiting room. All the staff seem to be finally here.
That’s when everyone is finally called in. At head is Lenin. Before a word can be uttered by Trotsky, Rodina gives the report on the situation in the South.
“North Caucuses have been taken by the whites. They’ve captured all important cities.”
Lenin sat there, thinking to himself, the room silent.
“How many men lost?”
“Two entire armies. 150,000 lost. 50,000 captured.”
The sudden realization had hit all. Trotsky began to shake with fury.
“This army, its swollen.” he began.
“A horde more rather, fought against Denikin’s well organized troops and lost. The army cannot continue on like this. It’s clear a new direction is needed, lest the war be over before we know it.”
Lenin once again thought, stroking his beard. A commander spoke up.
“It is clear, for all to see, that decisions were made that have severely hampered our war effort. The current direction we are facing will only lead to disaster. I agree with Commissar Trotsky, a shakeup of military leadership is in orde.r”. Trotsky scoffed at this notion.
“Playing politics after such news. Have you no shame.”
“150,000 lost. This is the most reasonable time to begin to discuss our war effort.”
“And yet you lay these deaths at my feet. Again, I ask, have you n-“
“Enough.” Lenin said, silencing the two. He began to ask for the situation on the other fronts. Rodina looked around as the room seemed to get grimmer and grimmer. If it wasn’t clear at the beginning, then it was clear by now. The situation was dire, more dire than anyone could have thought.
After the meeting was done, Lenin dismissed everyone, short Rodina. He asked her to stay to play chess with him. She saw the strain this war had placed on the man, so she indulged him. She sat down across from him.
“Wouldn’t you prefer I play white. I mean, not exactly the most flattering color these days.”
He looks at her with a knowing stare before chuckling himself, placing a pawn to E4. Rodina smiles
“You can’t help yourself.”
“It’s a fine opening. Many a men beat with such an opening”. She merely shakes her head and mirrors his opening. They go on and on, dancing knights, bishops and rooks across the board. One after the other, the pieces are taken. First a pawn. Another one after that. Soon it’s a bishop. Another pawn, followed by a knight. The game begins to grind to a halt.
“This war”
Rodina looks up from the game, at a Lenin with a furrowed brow.
“If it continues like this, then this experiment will be for nought.”
“What is with the sudden demeanor Ilyich.”
Lenin looks into Rodina’s eyes and stands up, walking over to the window, with a slowness only a man with such responsibilities can walk. He stares out the window.
“The people, the common laborer, the peasant, grows wearily each day that passes. I fear out of desperation, they will accept the Faustian bargain with the Whites.”
“The solution is simple. You must guide them away from the Devil, as hard as that may seem.”
Lenin looked out for a few seconds, before turning back.
“I would like to task you with an important assignment. To meet with someone who might be able to help our situation.”
“A new ally perhaps”
“New and yet old.”
Rodina’s brow raised, curious at what he just said.
“Tell me, Rodina, what are your thoughts…”
He said before walking over and finally making his next move.
“On Anarchists”
No.521689
>>517899Is the next instalment going to be Alunya? I can't wait!
No.522851
>>521689No. The next installment will be the Whites or Grace POV. Though for the next Red section, yes Alunya will appear!
No.527327
>>522851It's been 2 weeks, where we at?
No.527390
>>527327It's ok.
Nobody has any obligation to write anything in this thread.
No.527391
>>500579Just one suspiciously rich monarchist commissioning.
No.527696
>>527686Thank you, do you have the other picture saved too?
No.527703
>>527682>deleted threadwhy tho
No.527801
>>527701I meant the other drawing.
No.527857
>>527686>>527686>It actually got madeNice. Could use some improvement but still pretty solid.
No.528079
>>528069Time to start the week some fappin'
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