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⢰⣿⠄⣿⡇⡜⠛⠛⠿⢤⢹⣿⣼⢀⣿⡏⠿⠄⣿⠟⣰⣦⢧⢱⣿⣿⠳⣿⠃⣿
⡜⣿⡆⣿⡇⣿⣿⣷⣶⣾⣦⣄⣧⣸⡸⢧⣿⡨⠩⠦⠿⠿⡼⢸⣿⡿⣄⢈⡆⢸
⠹⣿⡇⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⡆⣿⣿⢇⡟⣼⡧⣫
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⠄⠄⢠⣿⡇⣷⠘⢿⣿⣧⡲⣾⣭⣭⣿⣒⠊⣹⣿⣿⡿⠁⣸⣿⡇⣿⣿⡏⡇⠄
⠄⠄⠄⣿⡇⣿⠄⠄⠙⢿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⠟⠋⠄⠄⣿⣿⢳⣿⣿⢹⡇⠄
𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 2026

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣋⣡⣴⣛⠮⣍⣥⣿⣿⠷⠮⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣷⢟⣛⣿⣛⠿⣿⣦⣙⢿⣿⣷⣦⠈⠷⣍⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⢯⡟⠹⣫⣮⣻⣷⣞⣾⠿⣿⣷⡝⢿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣦⡝⡻⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⡞⢰⣿⣿⣿⠫⢻⣿⣦⢷⡺⠻⣿⣦⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣍⠻⣿
⣿⣿⡗⢏⣏⠻⣏⢿⡇⡫⠛⣯⠇⣌⠺⡮⡻⣿⣦⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢟⣡⣾
⣿⣿⢇⢸⠟⡆⠘⢎⢿⣱⣽⠞⢉⣉⢁⣅⣿⡌⢿⣿⣦⢫⣭⣤⡘⣿⣿⣿
⣿⠏⣸⣛⣇⠈⠓⢐⢿⣿⣿⣾⣸⣋⡾⡝⣿⣿⢈⣿⣿⣧⢿⣿⣷⢸⣿⣿ ~merry Christmas, human!
⡏⠸⠘⣽⣿⡀⢳⣙⣼⣿⣿⢿⣋⣫⣬⣸⣿⣇⠘⣹⣿⡟⢸⡿⠟⠂⣿⣿
⣿⣟⡙⢜⣿⣕⡈⠿⣿⡁⣴⠆⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⡿⣠⣿⣿⠃⠃⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡇⠈⣿⡟⢧⢙⠻⢿⣶⣾⠿⠟⣡⠇⣿⠇⣄⠋⠁⠀⠀⡀⣴⣿⢣⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣀⢹⢣⠈⡰⣌⡴⠔⢴⡢⠌⣪⣰⡽⢸⣿⡿⣖⡐⢇⣭⣎⡉⣿⣿

You open your eyes. Chains cover every inch of your limbs. Movement is not an option. One thing is certain: you are not in the Airship anymore. You look up and see a figure walk towards you, but not much can be determined about it specifically. Eventually, you slowly make out a massive, red, dripping Çock in the shadowy essence of a person. All of the sudden, a massive, gargantuan hand grabs your abdomen, immediately impairing any breathing and blood circulation that was happening in that area. As you slowly feel the dominating pressure crumbling your bones and squeegeeing your organs, you are able to see a face through your bloodied eyes. Red. Of course. He was sus from the start. However, it's much too late. As you fall victim to the impostor's ♥♥♥ jar collection you hear your very last sound, a grim reminder of your fate.

"Amogus."