Ultimate Central: The Fanfic - volume 6

Just a quick question, guys.

If #41 is ready to go (provided Nurhachi has no problems with it) - do you want me to wait until the cover is ready, or just post the issue and add the cover later when I have the time to go back and do it? This goes for future issues too.

Would you prefer to have the issue and cover come together, even if the cover delays the issue, or would you prefer to have the issue and the cover separately. So to rephrase - if an issue is late, you want me to post it as soon as Nur gives the okay, or wait until the cover is ready too? Do you want me to delay an issue if the cover is not ready?

Unless a bunch of you state you want to wait for both the cover and the issue, I'll go with the assumption you want the issue as soon as possible, without the cover if neccessary.

Cheers for your patience. :)
 
Bass said:
Just a quick question, guys.

If #41 is ready to go (provided Nurhachi has no problems with it) - do you want me to wait until the cover is ready, or just post the issue and add the cover later when I have the time to go back and do it? This goes for future issues too.

Would you prefer to have the issue and cover come together, even if the cover delays the issue, or would you prefer to have the issue and the cover separately. So to rephrase - if an issue is late, you want me to post it as soon as Nur gives the okay, or wait until the cover is ready too? Do you want me to delay an issue if the cover is not ready?

Unless a bunch of you state you want to wait for both the cover and the issue, I'll go with the assumption you want the issue as soon as possible, without the cover if neccessary.

Cheers for your patience. :)
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Or, the third option; shut the **** up and do the cover already.
 
Well - I am doing the cover. But the issue is delayed, and it will be ready to post before the cover is ready. So my question isn't unreasonable, whippersnapper.
 
I want it now!

And wasn't Promethus's brother basicly an idiot savant, kept around primarily because he knew wich of Zeus's children would eventualy rise up and overthrow him as he did to his father, and his father did before him?
 
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I want it now!

And wasn't Promethus's brother basicly an idiot savant, kept around primarily because he knew wich of Zeus's children would eventualy rise up and overthrow him as he did to his father, and his father did before him?
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The brother was an idiot savant, but he did something else.

Anyways, according to the Nexus, I was only 85% right
 
if you're talking about actual greek mythology, his brother also made all of the animals. while prometheus made all of the people, hence his extreme care for them.
 
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The Power Battery of Ultimate Central

Baxter: "No matter how much you move around it, it's like its always pointing at you. You can't escape it."
Ourchair: "It says so much to some… and so little to others."

Standing in the supposed heart of cyberspace, the backyard of the Ultimate Central mansion, the Brotherhood gaze upon the power battery – that which gave them all powers.

Baxter: "It's like a Rubik's… tube. A bunch of wires connecting to… everything. Does anyone else feel it? It's really old."
Marvelman: "What do you think it's worth?"
Ultimate Quicksilver: "Is this it? This is what gave us our powers? What a weird trip – and this a weird prize."
Ourchair: "No doubt."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "Excuse me?"
Ourchair: "Your power is speed. You travel distances. Distance doesn't work the same way in this reality."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "Really."
Ourchair: "During a phone call, we experience a non-existent, shared space. No one actually stands next to one another, but we are both together, communicating. This space exists, though you cannot see it. A virtual space. This space. And this is its heart. It touches all places at once, a single unified location. And yet – it isn't there. Moving around is done by knowing where you're going. I suppose it's the virtual equivalent of using super string theory to navigate between connected points in quantum space. The trip, as you say, was 'weird'."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "Pretty. Now let's do whatever it is we're doing."
Ourchair: "No need to be so abrasive."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "And there's no need to stand around doing nothing. Let's get this done."
Ourchair: "Settle down, we'll be here quite a while."

With a grumpy and frustrated look on his face, Ultimate Quicksilver eyeballs Ourchair.

Ourchair: "Like Baxter said; It's a puzzle. Now stop eyeballing me or I'll use the iron in your blood to make you burst like a piñata."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "You can't do that."
Ourchair: "Sure?"

The two stare at each other. Ultimate Quicksilver backs down and like the rest of the Brotherhood finds a place to rest in the small, abstract fractal colour grid of cyberspace that they are located in.
Ourchair uses his powers, not just of magnestism, but it's related cousin, electricity, in an attempt prize open the secrets the battery contains, without damaging it.
But he cannot.
Hours pass.

Ultimate Quicksilver: "We came all this way, and you don't even know how to open the damn thing!"
Baxter: "I'm sure he knows what he's doing."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "Normally he does! But this time it seems like he did it – just because! No planning, no nothing! It's as if he was just… does Strangefate even know we're here?"
Ourchair: "I already told you…"
Marvelman: "Yeah, I know what you told us, but Quicksilver is right. We've been here for hours. Strangefate didn't ask us to come here, you said we're doing this to suck up. He won't know if we gave up. I say we go."
Widdle Wade: "Came this far. Should finish."
Baxter: "Exactly."

Baxter puts down Compound, his pet human-now-pokey-crab and lumbers forward, and begins pulling at the tube.

Baxter: "It's… starting… to give…"
Ourchair: "You can't do it like that!"
Ultimate Quicksilver: "At least his way is working. The tube will be open and we can get what we want from it. And we'll still have our youthful looks when we're done. Marvelman, Shihad. Help him bring it down."
Ourchair: "We have no way to know the conseq…"
Ultimate Quicksilver: "Yeah we do. We'll do it. Then – we'll see what happens."

Ultimate Quicksilver smiles at Ourchair, who barely can watch Marvelman and Shihad swiping away at the battery as Baxter continues to pull down on it.
The tube begins to tear.
Ourchair begins to back away.
KREEEEEEEEEERRRRIRRR RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.
A large section of the tube comes off in Baxter's arms.

Baxter: "Done and done."

PHWWWWWWWWWWWWOWOWOWOOOOOOOOOOWWWSSSSSSSTTTT.

Shihad: "Huh. Heh heh."
Ourchair: "Oh no."

The grid warps, ripples and turns in random, dizzying and chaotic intervals. There is no up, no down. No sideways. No angles. And then there is all sides at once. All angles, all directions, all points, existing simultaneously in a fractal spiral of possibilities, eventualities, and most disturbingly – inevitabilities.
And then it stops.

Ourchair: "Blaugh… I'm alright."
Baxter: "Sorry guys. My bad."
Compound: "There is no need to apologize."

No longer a crab.
Once again, a man.

When the site Ultimate Central began giving people incredible abilities, its creator, Ultimate E forged a team of heroes to bring justice to the world and deal with the astounding effects of the site. Those they captured and imprisoned rebelled and escaped, forming their own team called the Cabinet. In recent times, Doctor Strangefate took over that team. They are now his willing servants. They are The Brotherhood.​


~ NURHACHI PRESENTS ~
ULTIMATE CENTRAL
THE FANFIC
"EPIMETHEAN WARNINGS"
Volume 6, Issue 41, By Bass​


The Brotherhood roll call
Baxter – team player desiring a fame of heroes, his giant size made him a menace
Marvelman – man-ferret with an ice sword that can slice through space
Ourchair – intellectual general of the Brotherhood, master of electromagnetism
Shihad – remorseless villain capable of mutating into a terrifying monster
Ultimate Quicksilver – impatient general, distance has no meaning for him
Widdle Wade – regenerating warrior, his fondest wishes became a nightmare
Compound – once a dictator, once a crab, now a mystery about to be solved…

Right Now

The members of the Brotherhood look at Compound, now fully human, restored to how he was before Doctor Strangefate turned him into a crab. Ourchair has an astonished, gaping smile on his face.

Ourchair: "Son of a *****!"
Compound: "Good to see you."
Baxter: "I miss my crab."
Shihad: "What the hell is going on?"
Ourchair: "The battery must've…"
Shihad: "No, I don't care about the tubby guy."

Shihad turns Ourchair's head, pointing him at the power battery and he points up to the broken end of the tube.

Shihad: "That!"

The tube blurs and distorts – fading out of sight.
But only inside the tube.
The outside remains normal, until the distortion reaches the end, and then, only the torn edges seem to be effected.

Ourchair: "Something's pouring out o…."

Ourchair's mouth continues to move as if he is talking, but there is no sound coming from his mouth. He is mute.
Or are the others deaf? The team begins looking at each other in horror, motioning as if yelling, but they can't hear anything. Not even their heartbeats.
They can't smell the natural musk of Shihad and Marvelman, nor the ever-present gun oil on Widdle Wade. The long-lasting aftertaste of the lozenges Baxer had while he waited begin to fade.
The world around them starts to pale, its colour and patterns replaced by a very palpable nothing. Not black, not darkness. Not white, not brilliance. Nothing.
They start to feel numb. Suffocated, floating in abstract. No up, no down, no angles, no sides, no place – and yet, there does not feel as if there is any more to anything.
Ourchair tries to summon his powers, perhaps disrupt the effect, but he can't… quite… make… the… thooooooooouuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhtttttttttttttsssssssssss…
FFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
A sound? A slight feeling – a rush of air, a rush of sensation, a rush of life. What can Widdle Wade just see, on the horizon?
Marvelman, using his blackened katana, has sliced a small hole in reality (at least, this cyberspace), a transport gateway. But where to?
Does it really matter?
Marvelman cannot move. He's too tired, he's too gone. But even if he could, he has probably forgotten the gateway has been cut.
But Widdle Wade has a chance.
He cannot feel his arms, and he can only barely see a silhouette of Marvelman, cast from nothing onto something. But he has a chance none the less.
Throwing his shoulders out, he tries to nudge Marvelman through the gateway before it closes.
A slight push.
A slight push. But from the other side? Is something pushing him away from the gateway?
Widdle Wade can feel the tension, like magnets repelling each other. He waits, and then he yields. The opposing push now off balance, he hopes, he pushes with all his might – what little is left – and Marvelman falls through the gateway.
Widdle Wade can feel his hand. His body is almost completely gone, but he can feel his hand. Not the arm, barely the shoulder, but he can feel his hand. How odd.
He can feel another hand on his own, pulling him.
Marvelman? From the other side of the gateway?
Throwing out his other arm, he reaches for something – anything, perhaps another teammate can escape this oblivion.

Somewhere Else

THUD.
Widdle Wade lands on the floor, and on top of him lands a large mass.
Compound.
The gateway closes.
Marvelman helps Widdle Wade up.

Widdle Wade: "You took us where?"
Marvelman: "Don't know. Just us three then?"
Guijllons: "Hello, mates."
Widdle Wade: "I didn't see you."
Guijllons: "It happens."
Marvelman: "You know where we are?"
Guijllons: "Some kind of prison, apparently."
Compound: "Imprisoned by whom?"
Guijllons: "The Avatars didn't chuck you in here?"
Marvelman: "So this is those holding cells of theirs. I've heard the others complain about the time they got locked in here."
Widdle Wade: "Good. What are we doing?"
Guijllons: "Wait. You're not prisoners."
Marvelman: "I brought us here by accident. I just opened up a portal to escape – whatever the hell that was."
Guijllons: "So, you can leave here."
Marvelman: "Always room for one more."
Guijllons: "Not in here there isn't. So, yeah."
Marvelman: "So, we free you – and then we free our team."
Widdle Wade: "No. Strangefate first."
Marvelman: "I can't leave cyberspace. Only Ourchair knows where the entrances and exist ports are."
Widdle Wade: "You teleport."
Marvelman: "But only within the current… reality, or whatever. I can't cut across dimensions."
Widdle Wade: "Huh. Fine. Free the team."
Compound: "Is anyone going to tell me what's going on, or am I expected to work it out?"
Guijllons: "Yeah – I'm confused too."
Widdle Wade: "You're the mystery."
Guijllons: "Me? Mate, I was just in this bar, and that red guy with the spikey helmet…"
Marvelman: "The Man Without Fear?"
Guijllons: "The Man Without Morals. He was drunk. We had an argument over whether or not America's current foreign policy is a war crime of aggression (which it is). Next thing I know, I'm in here and they tell me it's for my own good, because I can turn reality inside out. This just proves I was right. He should never be a mod."
Widdle Wade: "Actually – Him."
Compound: "Me?"
Widdle Wade: "Dictator. Now, a crab."
Compound: "Hold on. I know even less than you do."
Marvelman: "Ourchair made us come out here in an unprepared mess to hijack the power battery of Ultimate Central as a way to suck up to Doctor Strangefate."
Compound: "Did he?"
Marvelman: "I doubt he did it on purpose. Didn't you lock the guy in a prison?"
Compound: "Ourchair? We'll see. Continue."
Marvelman: "We tore the damned thing open, the battery. And then, poof. No crab."
Widdle Wade: "Then, Nothing."
Guijllons: "Well maybe that battery thing gave him powers. Took him out of this crab form you say he was in."
Widdle Wade: "Crab form was a curse, not powers. Override. Makes sense."
Marvelman: "So what are your powers?"
Compound: "I don't know. Maybe I just got turned human and I've no powers yet…"
Guijllons: "Well you'll be a big help."
Widdle Wade: "Sort this out later."

The Power Battery of Ultimate Central

Reality gets carved and out step the four.
In front of them is missing space. They can only see the places where the disturbance is not. Missing gaps in the backdrop of cyberspace, indistinct feelings of a lurking presence, just out of the corner of their eye – even if they're looking directly at it. Unseen, unheard, unfelt.
Except for Guijllons. His face emotionless and pale, belying the sheer terror of his mind telling him to turn away.

Guijllons: "No ****…"
Widdle Wade: "What?"
Guijllons: "I can see them. All of them. I can hear them… I'm not meant to. None of… this shouldn't be happening."
Marvelman: "You can see our guys?"
Guijllons: "And the things that are… it looks like they're eating but they have no mouths."
Compound: "What exactly can you see?"
Guijllons: "They're like… an Escher painting. Geometric shapes held together by suggestion. I… they don't… They're not real. Your friends are in trouble."
Marvelman: "Can we get them out?"
Guijllons: "Opening a gateway in the middle of them, like we said, won't work. Not now. They've noticed us. I think."
Widdle Wade: "Where's Ourchair?"

Guijllons points a little off to the side.

Widdle Wade: "You're pointing at nothing."
Guijllons: "Right there."
Widdle Wade: "Any obstructions?"
Guijllons: "Just those things."
Widdle Wade: "Distance?"
Guijllons: "What, Ourchair from where your standing? 20 feet? 30 feet?"
Widdle Wade: "Easy."

Widdle Wade pulls out one of his submachine guns and begins firing in that direction. He then vaults, thrusting himself into the air, still firing. The sound from the gunfire disappears, and Widdle Wade fades from sight.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Thrown out of the place they cannot see, Ourchair hurtles to their feet.

Ourchair: "What the hell?"
Marvelman: "We need a plan!"
Ourchair: "What was that? Compound?"
Compound: "We haven't time to settle old scores."
Guijllons: "There's like this gang of… lurking monsters, doing weird stuff to your friends. It looks like eating, but they've no mouths. Some of them are coming towards us."
Marvelman: "Widdle Wade went in to get you…"
Guijllons: "His bullets actually seemed to hurt a couple of them, but he's as trapped as the rest of your team."
Marvelman: "They blank out the senses, thoughts..."
Ourchair: "Okay I get it. Invisible bad monsters have our teammates. We can't rescue them without becoming prisoners ourselves. I get it. Here's what we do. Marvelman, carve a gateway into Earth."
Marvelman: "I can't cut through dimensions."
Ourchair: "Reality is in layers. You just cut through the first one every time you open a gateway. It won't be easy, but theoretically you should just be able to cut through dimensions. Just keep hacking at reality until you can get us out of here."
Marvelman: "We're not just leaving the others."
Ourchair: "No. We'll get them out. Start hacking."

Marvelman begins swiping behind them, creating a gateway. He keeps slicing and moving into the gateway creating a kind of tunnel between points. But are they points in space or points in dimensions? Or both?

Ourchair: "You can see them…?"
Guijllons: "Guijllons."
Ourchair: "Right. You can see them. How dense is their group? Can I get in there, grab someone and bring them out?"
Guijllons: "No way. Look, I say we leave, get help, and come back."
Ourchair: "We don't need help. You're saying I can get one person out?"
Guijllons: "If that."
Ourchair: "Okay. When Ultimate Quicksilver gets out here, tell him cyberspace is all spaces and that distance has no meaning for him here."
Guijllons: "What?"
Ourchair: "He's got super speed. He can pull us all out."
Guijllons: "I don't think that's going to work, mate."
Ourchair: "Worst comes to worst? He can get help quicker than me."

Ourchair crackled with electricity; magnetic fields pulled on teeth and watches. Compound's medals adorning his uniform tug. Marvelman's sword becomes heavier.

Ourchair: "Ultimate Quicksilver is the Brazilian with long wavy hair."

Guijllon points in the direction of Ultimate Quicksilver – and Ourchair runs into the mass.
Compound grinned.

Compound: "You see now why I put him in prison."

Ourchair disappears into the event horizon.

Compound: "What's going on in there?"
Guijllons: "His electric field is keeping those things away – barely. He's got Ultimate Quicksilver. Oh crap."
Compound: "What?"
Guijllons: "He's not going to make it. They got him."

Marvleman kept hacking at the walls of reality. Discipline and focus of stroke had given in, to frenzy.

Just at the invisible event horizon of the lurking mass, and hand pops out.
Compound runs for it.

Guijllons: "You're crazy! They can see you! They know you're coming!"

Compound, panting – it's been a while since he's had to sprint for anything – grabs the hand and pulls. He keeps moving back. He's holding Ultimate Quicksilver, who's beginning to come round.

Compound: "Guijllons! I…"

Compound keeps speaking, but can't hear anything. Not even his voice. Guijllons starts to disappear…

Marvelman thrusts his sword into the tunnel. He pushes, he can feel reality buckling…

Compound, finding it hard to think, worries about all the things he knew, his many secrets. He looks up – or is it down? Left or right? He sees Guijllons far in the distance…
And then Guijllons is right next to him.
Ultimate Quicksilver is standing beside Compound, his arms around his waist, a smug smile on his face.

Ultimate Quicksilver: "Sorry, I took so long."
Guijllons: "Right, mate. That Ourchair bloke? He said something about space being all one place and there's no distance for you – or something like that."
Compound: "He said you'd understand."

Ultimate Quicksilver furrows his brow.

Guijllons: "They've started moving towards us! How's that portal thing going?!"

Marvelman stands motionless in the tunnel, braced against his sword, pressed into the tunnel's focal point.

Guijllons: "Oh great. He's dead."
Compound: "I think he's concentrating."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "All points… no points. Ourchair was saying how cyberspace is a unified point – all points at once. How far apart is our team?"
Guijllons: "Oh they're spread out all over the place."
Ultimate Quicksilver: "But this is cyberspace. All points are same point. I'm the only one with fast enough reflexes – but I can get them all out at the same time."
Compound: "But you still can't see them. You won't know where to go."
Guijllons: "I could kinda give you a map?"

Guijllons drew a box in the air and motioned within it, each member of the Brotherhood.

Guijllons: "This is Ourchair. Widdle Wade. This one here is a giant. This one is some kind of weird squ…"

Guijllons suddenly jumps backward, shocked out of his skin.

Guijllons: "They're ru…"

His words fall silent. They are too fast.

Every muscle in Marvelman's body is tense. He shakes ever so slightly with tremendous force, a biological spring tightly coiled, ever so slowly piercing the walls of reality.

Ultimate Quicksilver has his hand grabbed. Then pressed into his palm, one by one. In random places. Again. Again. Not so random? So hard to think. Each press feels less than the one before. A repeating pattern?
Guijllon's map.
Ultimate Quicksilver, pushes out his fingertips. He focuses on them. They crackle with internal energy as blood rushes to them.
In less than a second, the Brotherhood are standing far away from Marvelman and the mass. Ultimate Quicksilver, drops, unconscious. Guijllons grabs him before he hits the floor.

Guijllons: "They're going straight for that ferret!"
Ourchair: "We have to be touching him to transport with him."
Shihad: "We must be a hundred feet from him."
Compound: "Quicksilver's out. No way we can reach him in time."
Ourchair: "Distance doesn't work that way in cyberspace…"
Guijllons: "We don't have the time to comprehend four-dimensional physics and personally navigate through non-space!"
Baxter: "Hold on."

Baxter grows to his huge sixty foot height. The Brotherhood holding onto his enormous hand, he reaches, stretching out to Marvelman.

Baxter: "Marvelman… get u…"
Guijllons: "They're running into this mouth!"

Baxter convulses, his eyes going dim, his ears shutting off…
The convulsions shake Marvelman, his sword snaps inside the dimensional tunnel.

Marvelman: "****."

The tunnel begins to fade.

Marvelman: "****!"
Widdle Wade: "ANYWHERE THAT ISN'T HERE! NOW!"

Marvelman lifts up his broken sword, and stabs it into what remains of the tunnel. A haphazard gash is formed, he pulls and rips at it, and he falls through…
And with him Baxter, and Compound, Ourchair…

A Door

Crashing through a door, the Brotherhood land on splintered wood. Baxter lands with a thud – he knocks something to the floor. A grandfather clock. It smashes beneath his weight. He begins vomiting – but nothing comes out.
Bruised and battered, the Brotherhood lay still. A silence. Broken by Widdle Wade laughing.

Marvelman: "We ESCAPED! I am AMAZING!"

Ultimate Quicksilver helps Ourchair back to his feet, who smiles pleasantly. Baxter rubs his head, regaining his composure. Compound sits up, taking a deep breath. Guijllons shakes his head in relief. He can no longer see those lurkers, and so, they must be dead or gone. Either is fine with him.

Shihad: "Okay. Now where the hell are we?"
Ourchair: "I think we're home."

Ourchair points ahead.

Ourchair: "Hello, Shade."

Shade's mouth opens. His jaw remains locked open, his lips don't move, his throat doesn't convulse. And yet – there is sound from him. A voice. But not his own.

Doctor Strangefate: "You have ruined my Extra-Planar door."
Ourchair: "Sorry. It's a long story."
Doctor Strangefate: "And I have no interest in it. Who are these two?"
Ourchair: "New recruits."

They are the Brotherhood.

THE END


NEXT ISSUE – THE REVENGE OF ULTIMATE E​


Epilogue #1 – The Conspiracy

Deep under the Earth, bearing to the core of the planet, is the Burnham Stalactite.

Ourchair: "History repeated itself."

Compound looks smugly over his body, now returned to him.

Compound: "And yet…"
Ourchair: "It lied."
Compound: "It omitted."
Ourchair: "I don't trust it."
Compound: "Ours is the only agenda. It has no desires of its own."
Ourchair: "I think it likes keeping us in the dark."
Compound: "Don't anthropomorphize."
Ourchair: "Conspiracies require more than one person."
Compound: "We will soon be four."

Ourchair's anxious expression cracks into a smile.

Ourchair: "Let me guess. Weak..?"
Compound: "Gravity."
Ourchair: "Really?"
Compound: "I worked it out while you were still with our teammates."
Ourchair: "I meant to say. I think you should leave the Brotherhood. We don't want anyone suspecting us."
Compound: "No. I should stay. It's much easier to convince people we don't like each other if they see us arguing."

Compound and Ourchair look out of the igneous windows of the room, and stare down through the Earth.

Ourchair: "It's about time."
Compound: "We are the rising star."

Epilogue #2 – The Red Star

In the night sky, it appears. Borne in twilight, wreathed in darkness. Barely visible to the naked eye, it goes unnoticed.
For now.

They are coming.
 
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I dunno why, but the cover's taking ages to open and it's smaller than #40's. :?

EDIT - Now it seems to be fine. I give up.
 
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That was odd Bass. I think I'm going to need to re-read it later when I have more time. Good to see you're running with Ourchair and Compound. I've been wanting someone to do something with the Crab.

Baxter:I miss my Crab
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I do too. :cry:
 
That was insane how do you come up with these ideas. IT's amazing.
10/10

Edit:the cover is the shiz :rockon:
 
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