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1/30/2012 17:28:25   
Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Case File: Clown the Jester

Warning Story rated PG13 for violence and dark themes.
Characters either fictional or based of form characters with permission.

The author would like to thank the AE Staff for the incredible work they do and thank everyone who has been apart of this new character analysis project.

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1/30/2012 17:36:05   
Clown the Jester


The following contents are the compiled private notes of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. employees: Dr. Adrian Powell, Dr. Rebecca Black. They are research, diagnoses, treatments, behavioral reports of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Prisoner #789 and the events that transpired during the six months that he was incarcerated within L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. The file is property of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Maximum Security Prison and it’s contents may only be viewed the previously stated L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. staff with permission of their superior officers, and fall under the conditions of the patient confidentially laws. If found, return the full contents to Dr. Strebor Goldenstein, who has taken up the evaluations of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Prisoner #789.
Harboring, disclosing, or duplicating material is prohibited.

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Record Sheet

Prisoner: #789. Maximum Security Inmate. Level 5 Security Risk.

Name: Unknown

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Height: 5 ft 9 in

Weight: 143 lbs

Hair Color: Purple

Eye Color: Purple

Extra Notes: No knowledge of life before adapting to the role of Clown the Jester. Shows no sympathy for his victims and commits most acts without reason or cause. Prisoner can be extremely violent, uncontrollable, and has a high ability to manipulate others. Shows antisocial behaviors and rarely eats the food prepared for him.

Shows high level of understanding of his surrounds. Patient has extreme expertise in chemistry, psychology, anatomy, and has an encyclopedic knowledge of comedians and comedy dating back to Medieval times. Extremely skilled in his personal style of brutal and barbaric hand to hand combat and is experienced with all weapons.

Upon his arrival to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N., all other prisoners have shown incredible disliking to prisoner #789. They have made frequent death threats, and have caused three Prisoner lockdowns.
During medical exam, the medical staff found a bullet wound within the Prisoner’s head that would have lodged within the left half of the Prisoner’s brain that had somehow healed over. The bullet was not found within the Prisoner’s head and the Prisoner has no knowledge of how he was shot in the head nor does he recall what happened to the bullet. The bullet wound to the brain could be the source of his inability to recall his past and tendency to fabricate his own personal dramatic origins.

Relatives: Unknown

Associations/Groups: The Chaos Carnival (Founder/Ringleader)

Classification: Smasher Level 3- Reality Renderer, Telepath, Mind Manipulator, Chaos Powers

Threat Level: High Security Risk Prisoner for High Escape Possibility, manipulating staff, violent nature, and Smasher Powers.

Clearance to terminate if prvoked: Granted

Sentence: Life without possibility of parole.

Arrest Date: August 18.

Arrested For: __________________

Final Diagnoses: __________________

Alias: Clown the Jester

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2/1/2012 20:39:24   
Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Record Sheet

Name: Adrian David Powell (Doctor)

Gender: Male

Age: 46

Height: 6ft 1in

Weight: 198 lbs

Hair Color: Gray

Eye Color: Brown

Position: Head of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Psychiatric Staff. (8 years employment)

Security Clearance: Medical staff access. Scheduled sessions with Level 4 and 5 Inmates.

Identification Code: F1X2Q13

Relatives: Sarah Jane Powell (Wife)
Michael David Powell (Son)
Arthur David Powell (Father, diseased)
Mary Shane Powell (Mother, diseased)

Extra Notes: Treated and successfully rehabilitated 41 unstable L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Smashers. Graduated with high honors from Super City Medical School with high honors. Worked twenty years as psychiatrist until employed by L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Maximum Security Prison as the Head of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Psychiatric Staff. In charge of treating and rehabilitating the Level 4 and 5 Smasher Risk convicts. Has no criminal record nor has the L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Administration received any complaints of Doctor Powell’s practices. Most of his patients consider him extremely intelligent and helpful. The District Attorney has frequently asked him to have sessions with certain court defendants and testify his opinion as to the state of mind of the defendants. Works after recommended hours and occasionally sleeps in his office. Runs the Medical Staff of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. with the assistance of Dr. Rebecca Black. Extremely efficient and valued member of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Staff. Under heavy surveillance.

Connection to Prisoner #789: Prisoner’s doctor and in charge of Prisoner #789’s rehabilitation.

Confiscated Materials: Personal Journal, Notes, files, Data, and all related Audio and Visual information of Prisoner #789.

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2/1/2012 20:57:44   
Clown the Jester

Dr. Adrian Powell’s Private Notes.

Source: Dr. Adrian Powell's Written Effects

Entry Date: August 19th

Beginning of Entry

He was arrested yesterday, August 18th by eight police officers. However, they were not the ones who finally capture Clown the Jester. They just put the “handcuffs” so to speak, on the broken man.

The Harlequin was taken down by Drakkoniss, leader of the Drakkonian Alliance, and another unidentified Smasher. They overpowerd Clown the Jester in what I could imagine to be a brutal brawl. There were very little details about the take down. By the time the Police stumbled upon Clown the Jester, Drakkoniss and his ally were nowhere in sight. As they surrounded the Harlequin, the unthinkable happened. Clown the Jester surrendered to the police. No struggle, no resisting. They placed him in a Smasher Neutralizer Suit and brought him too directly to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Maximum Security Prison.

I watched his arrival from my office window. I was not the only one. Administration, Doctors, Orderlies, and Prisoners with window access were all staring down at the arriving Black Transport Vehicles. The Warden along with all forty eight of the New L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Patrol Men waited outside the Maximum Security Prison, ignoring the heavy rain.

We were all watching Four SCPD Transport Vehicles pull up. The units filed out of three of the four, taking their positions around the fourth. Two men went into the back of the Transport Vehicle and returned, leading HIM out into the clearing. His arms and legs shackled, unable to use his powers in his Smasher Neutralizer Suit. It was hard to make out the infamous man from my office window. I could easily make out his purple hair. But not his face.

Twenty eight well trained L.A.W. Enforcement Officers bringing the Ringleader of the Chaos Carnival to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. No. Not bring. They did not drag him in. They did not lead Clown the Jester. Clown the Jester lead them into the Prison. Clown the Jester seemed to need no prompting to enter his prison. He walked through the Main Doors, like a king returning to throne. Proud, unafraid, pleased with himself. As if he expected he would be brought to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. As the Main Doors closed shut, I could hear his laughter. It echoed throughout the Prison. It was a combination of ear piercing shrieks of enjoyment, giggles, sinister chuckles, and other strange sounds. Clown the Jester was here to stay. For better or worse.

I was told three hours later that I would be assigned as Clown the Jester’s doctor and I would be giving testimony during Clown the Jester’s upcoming trial as to the nature of the Harlequin’s mind. It was no surprise that I was selected. I was the head of the Medical Staff, and Clown the Jester’s case would probably be the greatest task I would ever undertake.

When I received Clown the Jester’s Police Report and his L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Documentations, I was puzzled as to why the space that would list what crime he had being charged for was left blank. When I asked the L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Patrol Guard, he told me there were far too many crimes to be listed in the space. He told me it made more sense to write down the number of charges Clown the Jester had not committed. The space was blank.

I scheduled my first session with Clown the Jester to be tomorrow. We would meet face to face. A married man with a son meeting the SCPD’s former most wanted. I am terrified. I have been alone with monsters, maniacs, and murders countless times. But they were different. Far different than Clown the Jester. I know this. Clown the Jester knows this. They know it. The Prison has been in an uproar for the last five hours. Every convict within these walls were cursing Clown the Jester’s name. As he was led down the cell blocks, every face pressed up against their barriers their eyes locked on Clown the Jester. They were screaming. Screaming at the top of their lungs. They swore at him, threatened to kill him, and insulted him.

The chant started in Cell Block 213. The cells near it joined the chant. The next cells joined, and the next cells joined. Entire floors began to add to the chant until all 858 Prisoners were chanting. Like a warcry before battle. Over and over. Louder and louder.

Death to the Clown. Death to the Clown. Death to the Clown.

The chant was deafening. So much hate. So much anger. No. It wasn’t anger. It was fear. I could see it.

In their eyes, their twitching lips, their trembling hands. They were terrified. The most powerful Smashers, masterminds, Shadow beings, evil geniuses, abominations, monstrous experiments, nightmares, the worst of the worst, the most dangerous individuals the World and maybe the Universe had ever seen were scared. The doctors, the L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Guards, the Warden, and I were scared as well. We were all scared of Clown the Jester. He was confined in an indestructible super containment center. Clown the Jester was locked up, and we were locked up with him.

Termination of Entry

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2/2/2012 21:23:52   
Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Medical Examination Form

Prisoner: #789, session #1

Location: L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Level Five Interrogation Room C.

Doctor: Doctor Adrian Powell

Date: August 21

Starting Time: 4:45 P.M.

Closing Time: 9:05P.M.

Participants: Dr. Adrian Powell, Officer Robert Cobalt, Officer Trevor O’Donald, and Prisoner #789.

Clearance: Granted

Extra Notes: Doctor must never be left alone with prisoner. Prisoner must wear Smasher Neutralizer Suit as well as hand and leg restraints at all times.
All staff must be careful that the Prisoner should never have the opportunity to hold or reach for any objects. Any item regardless how common or innocent can be used as a fatal weapon.
Permission to use sedative techniques, extra restraints, or terminating session under reasonable cause granted to all L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Staff.
Proceed with extreme caution.

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2/2/2012 21:27:52   
Clown the Jester

Dr. Adrian Powell’s Private Notes.

Source: Dr. Adrian Powell's Written Effects

Entry Date: August 20th

Beginning of Entry

My first session with Clown the Jester was certainly unique. His every word, hand motion, twitch of the eye was deliberate. Perhaps staged, planned ahead of time. Nothing he did was without meaning. He spoke with hand gestures to emphasize every word he said.

My first impression of Clown the Jester was shocking. I saw his picture many times in the news; however, seeing his picture or news clipping of him, is nothing like seeing Clown the Jester face to face. I was rather taken aback by his appearance. It struck me how grotesque the face of a clown could truly be, causing me to ponder the many effects such a freakish face could bare on Clown the Jester’s mentality.

I have evaluated the mental state of convicts about to go on trial many times before this, 46 times in fact. The convicts usually try to persuade me that they were not mentally responsible for their actions and ask for the insanity plea. Others bragged about their crimes claiming proudly that they did what they did and did not wish to be tried insane because they wanted the world to know their acts.

The sessions with those claiming to be insane followed similar patterns. They give similar bad childhood stories or mumble nonsense and animal noises, convinced their unoriginal acts could trick an experienced doctor that they were mentally unstable. I would declare to the court my opinion that they were in sound mind and under their own control when they committed their crimes and they would experience justice.

However, there were those few among the dozens that had true mental problems that made the defendants unaccountable for their actions. For those few I would recommend treatment and usually they received the treatment they required.

However, my interview with Clown the Jester was as I stated above, unique. He was not trying to persuade me that he was insane nor did he deny it. To be honest, I don’t think he cared that his life was on the line. He told me many times during our interview that the trial would be nothing more than a joke.

When I asked him how he felt, knowing he could face the death penalty, Clown the Jester burst out laughing saying, “I’d like to see them try and kill me. How do they ice men in orange now days? Fry them? Inject goo into their arms? Firing squad that throw their guns at their targets? Chop their heads open with an axe? Tickle them to death with a big purple feather? How do they do it nowadays? HOO HOO HOO! More importantly…which of the methods do they think would actually work? Heh heh…How dirty are they willing to do me in? Do you think they’ll let Drakkoniss kill me? I’d bet he’d like that…heh heh. Maybe they’d let me kill him too. HEE HEE!”

I asked him how he felt about families of his victims; he burst out laughing again and said, “Can’t believe they’re charging me with 325 accounts of murder. I must have killed at least three times more than that. And who gives a snap about their folks and relatives? Why don’t we cut out the middle man and talk about my victims? Why did I do it? Is it because I’m CRAZY? Did I kill so many people just for kicks?”

Clown the Jester answered, “They were never alive. Never. Those people filling the cemetery were merely puppets. They had no lives no souls. They were slaves to routine. Marching left and right, going to the store, picking up milk and bread, feeding their cats, paying bills, driving children to school. My victims didn’t even have thoughts! They thought the same old thoughts society brainwashes us with. Need to buy the newest gadgets. Need to pay the bills. How much longer till their shift at work is over? What should they do tonight? They were empty husks! Puppets! Puppets without a proper puppet master. Nothing but illusions that trick our eyes. I didn’t cut the throats of people. I cut the strings of puppets.”

Throughout our interview, Clown the Jester was surprisingly calm and most cooperative. True he showed no guilt nor concern over the atrocities he committed; however he did not seem like the deranged serial killer I read about in the news.

The only bizarre attribute he showed was his occasional lack of focus. His eyes darting across the room as if noticing something that I could not. He would resume talking to me, bending his head to the side as nonchalant as he could and clamping his hand over his left ear. Clown the Jester began to chuckle softly, asking me to repeat my last question. Delusions and hallucinations.

When I asked him if he was alright, Clown the Jester was quick to answer, “I didn’t get much sleep last night. Heh…the guy next cell over to mine was telling me with very imaginative detail how he planned to slice me up. Heh heh…say what you will about the riff raff…Hee hee…they’re a creative bunch.”

“The other inmates seem to take a negative attitude towards you,” I said. “If you feel threatened, I can recommend to the Warden that you be transferred to a more secluded cell.”

“Tempting, but it don’t matter where I hide if the world’s against me Doc,” Clown the Jester replied. “The only place I can hide is IN-SANE. WA HA HA HA HA! No Doc…I can’t run from my new community.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

“The residents here are a lot like a pack of wild animals in a jungle,” Clown the Jester explained. “They are a scared little tribe trying to be as powerful as they can while being locked up in a zoo. They usually cling to a king of the jungle. A lion if you will. I just gotta find the crowned king of the petting zoo and…reach out to him.”

“Reach out to him?” I asked, unsure of his meaning.

“Talk to him, see what we have in common, give him a hug,” Clown the Jester explained. “It’s like in school. I befriend the popular kid and feed of his coolness like a leech. I don’t think it’ll be hard. I know a bunch of cool magic tricks that will make me the king the ant hill! Heh heh…and I know a few good jokes.”

“These are not small time thugs,” I explained to Clown the Jester. “They’re harden killers who love jumping new guys. You won’t last five minutes among the general populace.”

“Oh but I have some killer magic tricks,” Clown the Jester assured. “They’ll have no choice but to love me!”

I must admit I expected him to be thrashing around in his Smasher Neutralizer Suit and restraints destroying everything like a wild beast. He had two highly trained guards watching over him, however they were unneeded. Clown the Jester sat properly in his seat, answering all my questions with thoughtful and intelligent answers.

Our topics of conversation changed from his court case to our views of the politics, religion, and mind. I found his view of accepting his insanity and using it to benefit his entire life astounding. His perspectives on the labels of sanity and insanity were enlightening. I soon began to see the albino skinned serial killer anarchist not as a monster on trial for crimes against humanity but as a rational, intelligent, perhaps even a misunderstood individual.

We continued our fascinating debate until the guards informed me that they had to take Clown the Jester back to his cell. I had no idea that my conversation with Clown the Jester had lasted a full four hours. Four hours of debating, chatting, analyzing.

As he was escorted out of the Interrogation room, Clown the Jester said to me, “We’ll have to chat some other time Doc, you won’t see what’s inside here (points at the side of his head) in just one session. But don’t worry; you’ll get to see all that you’re looking for soon enough.”

As he was led down the Medical Staff Wing, Clown the Jester’s entire nature changed. He began letting out wild shrieks of laughter, spitting into the helmet visor of Officer O’Donald (one of the guards escorting him,) and started telling a monstrous joke about sawing the legs off a small child.

The intelligent thinking individual that I interviewed had changed into that of a savage cruel maniac that the world perceived him. His sudden mood swing seemed to fit the symptoms of multiple personality disorder that was enacted under a certain trigger.

I feel this trigger that caused his violent behavior was due to his sudden change in scenery and surroundings. While in his interrogation room he was able to discuss with an intellect his theories, thus adopting a controllable man debating his views. As soon as he was exposed to the aggressive natures of the Convicts threatening to kill him, his mind reverted to a savage state to adapt to his surroundings.

Paranoid Schizophrenia. The hallucinations, the paranoia, inability to show empathy over his victims, the changes in personality might even go as far as dissociative identity disorder all pointed towards paranoid schizophrenia. However some attributes didn’t add up. Clown the Jester’s genius level intelligence and ability to enunciate his speech with clarity.

However, I cannot make a final diagnosis in one session. I need to find out the extent of Clown the Jester’s madness, the traumas and causes, and most important the treatment. I’ve set up a series of interviews with Clown the Jester. A session every other day.

I thought about our discussions. His incredible knowledge of psychology. Surly he would also be able to diagnose this condition or maybe he wanted me to so quickly choose Paranoid Schizophrenia. Could it be Clown the Jester had acted the entire scene? The hints of hallucinating, the striking transformation scene. What if Clown the Jester had no mental disorder? Besides the fact he slaughters random people for his amusement.

Termination of Entry
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2/8/2012 15:05:07   
Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Record Sheet

Name: Rebecca Melody Black (Doctor)

Gender: Female

Age: 32

Height: 5ft 6in

Weight: 132 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Position: L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Medical Examiner Psychiatric Staff. (2 years employment)

Security Clearance: Medical staff access. Scheduled sessions with Level 1 through 3 staff.

Identification Code: T5P1N28

Relatives: Marshal Black (Brother, Adopted, Missing)
Peter Black (Brother)
Martha Black (Mother)
George Black (Father)

Extra Notes: Assists Dr. Adrian Powell with the rehabilitation of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Prisoners along with managing L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Medical Records. Graduated of Super City Medical School and was hired by L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Staff. Not allowed to treat any inmates that go above level 4 security threat unless given specific permission by Dr. Adrian Powell and Warden Charles Berkley. Charged with reading classified files on the H.U.N.T.E.R. Operatives. Dr. Black was put on probation for two months and only has access to Prisoner Medical files. Under heavy surveillance. She is to be terminated if she ever mentions any information on the H.U.N.T.E.R.s.

Connection to Prisoner #789: Prisoner’s temporary doctor and in charge of rehabilitation other prisoner that interacted with Prisoner #789.

Confiscated Materials: Personal Journal, Notes, files, Data, and all related Audio and Visual information of Prisoner #789, Prisoner #646, and Prisoner #790.
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2/8/2012 15:07:46   
Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Record Sheet

Prisoner: #646. Maximum Security Inmate. Level 3 Security Risk.

Name: Unknown

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Height: 6 Feet

Weight: 179 Pounds

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color:__________

Extra Notes: Genius level intellect and profound knowledge in mechanical engineering, chemistry, physics, economics, and business. Prisoner #646 has a large scar running down the right side of his face. The prisoner refuses to identify the cause of the wound.

Prisoner #646 is still somehow able to operate his cooperate empire from within the confines of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Three Prison guards and four doctors have been discharged from L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. due to accepting bribes from the prisoner.

Besides the bribes, Prisoner #646 is a model prisoner. He has never disobeyed an order even though some of the staff have rumored that he organized the killing of Prisoner #184. (Albert Taylor) There is no evidence to support the charge. Prisoner #646 has a powerful influence over most of the other prisoners. Most staff are afraid to interact with Prisoner #646 out of fear of losing their job or being sued. Officer Tony Stone reported that the prisoner threatened to have his wife and two kids killed.

Prisoner #646 is allowed to wear his custom design business suit, however it is to be screen and searched every day.

Relatives: Unknown. However it is believed he was raised by his now deceased uncle.

Associations/Groups: Omni-Corporation (Founder/President)

Classification: Non-Smasher.

Threat Level: Level 3 Security Risk Prisoner for bribing staff and manipulating other prisoners.

Clearance to terminate if provoked: Denied.

Sentence: 2 years in Maximum Security.

Arrest Date: April 13.

Arrested For: Tax Evasion.

Final Diagnoses: Narcissism, Superiority Complex, with possibility of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Alias: The Dealer.

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2/8/2012 15:08:56   
Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Medical Examination Form

Prisoner: #646, session #19

Location: L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Level Three Interrogation Room A.

Doctor: Doctor Rebecca Black

Date: August 18

Starting Time: 3:00 P.M.

Closing Time: 4:30 P.M.

Participants: Dr. Rebecca Black and Prisoner #646

Clearance: Granted

Extra Notes: All sessions must be recorded for the safety of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Escort Guards must be rotated for every session to limit possibility of Guards being bribed. Prisoner may be left alone with Doctor and has permission to end the session. Interview is being recorded on camera for later examinations.
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2/8/2012 15:22:19   
Clown the Jester

Dr. Rebecca Black’s Private Notes.

Source: Dr. Rebecca Black's Patient Audio/Visual Files

Date Recorded: August 18th

Beginning of Session

Dr. Black: Good evening Mr. Dealer.

Dealer: (Cheerful) Good evening Doctor, how are you feeling today?

Dr. Black: Fine. Thank you for asking.

Dealer: Of course. May I ask you a question?

Dr. Black: Certainly.

Dealer: You remember our last session when you mentioned that you had stock in…I believe it was iShack over at Super City Mall?

Dr. Black: I…yes. I did hold a small share in the company.

Dealer: Small share? I thought you were funding 50% of the total business.

Dr. Black: (Startled) How…how did you know…?

Dealer: Easy. I know you are the majority shareholder because your brother owns the business. I heard it wasn’t making such a decent profit in the past. Shame isn’t it? Your brother working so hard, if anyone deserves a break it would be your brother.

Dr. Black: (Nervously shuffling through her notes) The business has been much better lately. Much…I…uh…let’s talk about your…

Dealer: Forgive me for asking, but how much has it improved? I heard its value has quadrupled. Are these rumors true? Increases in advertising, sales, customer satisfaction ratings, management, staff. All this progress in one week. How interesting.

Dr. Black: (blurting out) Let’s talk about something else.

Dealer: (holding up a hand in mock surrender) Of course Doctor. Whatever you like.

Dr. Black: I would like to talk to you about…um...Mr. Taylor’s death.

Dealer: (A small smile) Ah yes, a true tragedy. Such a brutal way to die. So violent.

Dr. Black: The Guards say you had a feud with Mr. Taylor.

Dealer: Feud is far to strong a word. I believe “misunderstanding” is a more appropriate term.

Dr. Black: Is it true he struck you?

Dealer: (Narrowing his eyes) Yes. The barbaric savage punched me right across the jaw. No reason what so ever. He just walked up to me during lunch and punched me. Just like that.

Dr. Black: Why did he do that?

Dealer: Well, Albert Taylor’s mother use to work for my company. She made me coffee and did some filing. One day I catch her reading a document she shouldn’t have read. A confidential document that had to do with several of my most important clients’ transactions with Omni Corp. You must understand Doctor, business is not a job for the feign of heart. Sometimes an employer must do what is best for the company…even if it pains him to do so. The possibility Taylor’s mother could be a spy from a competing organization made forgiveness out of the question. So I fired her. It was a shame. Her replacement’s so called “coffee” makes me feel like I’m drinking out of a rain puddle.

Dr. Black: And Mr. Taylor assaulted you because fired his mother?

Dealer: Well, I’m sure her termination did upset Albert, but I suppose the measures I took to ensure his mother never revealed those secrets was what really made Albert violent.

Dr. Black:…what measures?

Dealer: (Shaking his head in disappointment) Such a terrible necessity. However it seemed the poor lady couldn’t take it. The police found her body in a rundown motel. All she had to her name was the bullet that was in her head. Such a tragedy. Heh. Anyway, Albert blamed me for his mother’s downfall. And the petty gunman got his just deserts. How unfortunate that Julian was transferred to Albert’s cell. Heh. Funny they would leave a strangling maniac with a guy like Albert.

Dr. Black: (Shocked) You mean you…?

Dealer: Me? I did nothing. I can’t help it if the L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Staff makes poor housing decisions. I would never resort to such a grimy level as violence. I hate violence. I see it’s use in the word but the very idea of a man as predominate and dignified as me resorting to it revolts me.

Dr. Black: (Cautious) May I ask you a question Mr. Dealer?

Dealer: If the subject is not disagreeable, naturally.

Dr. Black: Why are you here?

Dealer: (Surprised) Surely Doctor you must know. Tax evasion. I must admit I am ashamed by my crimes.

Dr. Black: People guilty of tax evasion are not sent to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Villain Smashers and major criminals are sent here. Why would you be sent here? Why didn’t you pay bale or have your lawyers get you off the charges?

Dealer: I was guilty of my crime. I wouldn’t dream of cheating the wonder corrupt system we call justice. I am going to pay my debt to society, and when my sentence is over, I’ll do some community service; building a shelter for the useless homeless of society, maybe do a speech at a school telling the future riff raff of society to stay in school. My PR Staff do wonders.

Dr. Black: So why would you be sent here for two years? Most L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. residents stay for life.

Dealer: Heh. Prisons are a two way street. Not only do they keep people in, they keep others out. By the way, what time is it?

Dr. Black: (Glancing down at her watch) 3:15, why do you ask?

Dealer: Excellent. I’ve given you enough talk. It’s my turn for information. Rumor has it a new prisoner is coming to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Somebody scary enough to intimidate the Warden and those new L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. death squads he hired. Who is it? Somebody that the Warden doesn’t want us to know.

Dr. Black: (Flustered) I…how would you know that? That’s classified. There’s no way you could…

Dealer: (Impatient) Tell me who it is.

Dr. Black: Well…I don’t think I should tell…

Dealer: (Growing annoyed) Answer me you imbecile. I’ve given you enough. I told you stories, gave your brother’s business a complete turn around...

Dr. Black: (In a panic) What? What do you mean turn my bruh…brother’s…

Dealer: Don’t you get it? I saved your brother’s business. I bought a majority of your brother’s stock and fixed it. I’ve given you information, kept your failure of a sibling off the streets. Cooperation is a necessity in deals Doctor. Now tell me everything you know about Prisoner #789 or I’ll ruin you both.

Dr. Black: What? You…you cuh…can’t do…

Dealer: (Snapping) Yes I can you fool! I could make it so you and your failure brother never get another job in this city ever again. It could be you in the filthy motel with a bullet in your head. Now tell me. Now!

Dr. Black (murmuring not picked up on audio recording)

Dealer: (Silent for a moment, leaning in closer)….What did you say?

Dr Black: (trembling with fright) Clown.

Dealer: (His lip beginning to twitch.) Clown? As in Clown the Jester? You mean Clown…the Jester…is coming…here? ANSWER ME!

Dr. Black :(Terrified and lost) I…yes…he wuh…was captured a few hours ago. He’s coming vuh..very soon.

Dealer: (Shaking his head in disbelief) Dear God. Perfect…just perfect. That’s all I need. The Jester. Here the same time as me.

Dr. Black: (Struggling to regain control of the session) You uh…don’t like Clown the Jester?

Dealer: Quiet you insipid dolt. This isn’t time for collecting useless data. I need to think. Why would the Clown be caught now? Drakkoniss has never been able to catch him before. The Jester always had ways out. So he wanted to be captured. He would naturally be sent to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Arriving only a few months after me. He also wanted to come to L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. It can’t be coincidence. Dear God…could he be a part of it? Oh no…no no no no. This will require immediate action. Hm…yes…no alternative.

Dr. Black: (Bewildered) Apart of what?

Dealer: (in a slow intimidating whisper) I…said…be…quite.

Dr. Black: (flustered) I…uh…you…I…uh…

Dealer: You stutter. Very annoying and unfortunate. So much more unfortunate now that Clown the Jester is coming here. He loves people with disabilities. I recommend you never speak to The Jester. If he ever detects your stutter, he’ll make it his sole mission to make you wish you were never born. Pray he won’t be assigned as your patient.

Dr. Black: (Trying to show some pride) I…he isn’t…I am a doctor. I huh…have years of experience. I’ve been trained in dealing with troubled individuals such as…

Dealer: Troubled? You don’t get it. Clown the Jester isn’t troubled. He’s out…of his…mind. I know him. Tried to do business with him once. Set a private message to the Jester. And you know what he did? The Jester cut off the messenger’s fingers. After letting the messenger writhe in pain for a few hours, the Harlequin cut off the messenger’s hands. Then arms, toes, feet, ankles, legs. Luckily the messenger died from the shock and lose of blood before the Clown could go any further.

Dr. Black: (her mouth open in horror) Oh…muh…my God.

Dealer: (leaning in close to Dr. Black) And you know what that freak did next? He chopped the rest of the body into little pieces. Then he mailed a third of the pieces to the messenger’s wife, a third to the messenger’s parents, and a third to me. When I opened the package and saw my assistant’s lips land on my office desk I thought it was bad then…then the lips began to move by themselves as if being moved by invisible wires. The lips formed a large grin and the messenger’s voice hissed, “Not meeting you in person makes me fall to pieces. Meet me face to face. I put in your package seven and a half fingers.”

Dr. Black: (confused) Seven and huh…half fingers? I duh…don’t get it…

Dealer: Yeah? Sad thing is…I did. Seven and a half fingers. It meant for me to meet him at 7:30 the next night. The Harlequin’s version of comedy. Then he used me for his sick games and killed a dozen more of my staff. Do you understand now Doctor? You won’t last with Clown the Jester. Pray to God he isn’t assigned to you, because if he is…he’ll warp your head like putty. If I can use you to get information I don’t want to think what a monster like Clown the Jester could get you to do. I control you with intimidation, threaten family, and tricks I use to get what I want from a little corporate push over. I don’t have to get physical. This guy? He does physical and mental. He gets inside your head. Makes you think nasty thoughts that make you cringe. He gets you to start thinking his way…and then you’re lost. You become his property. You’ll become his play thing. I’ve seen the Harlequin convince a man to kill his own mother. Do you understand? He’ll eat you alive or worse make you eat yourself.

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Overhead Intercom:All prisoners are to return to their cells.

Dealer: (staring up at the overhead intercoms his eyes wide in horror) Return to the cells? He’s here….he’s here.

Dr. Black: (unable to think of what to say) I…he…what…Clown…you…he…huh…he...what..?

(A L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Guard enter into the room placing a hand on The Dealer’s shoulder)

Guard: (to Dr. Black) We have orders to bring the prisoner back to his cell.

Prisoners’ chanting echoing growing throughout the prison: Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown!

Dealer: (shoving away the guards’ hands and standing up himself) Yes. I need to get back to my cell. Need to think. This is all so unexpected.

Prisoners chanting: Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown!

Dr. Black: (Calling out to the Dealer as he is about to leave) Wuh…what are you going to do?

Prisoners chanting: (Growing louder) Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown!

Dealer: (thinking carefully) Something that will benefit you, myself…and maybe the rest of the world.

Prisoners chanting: (Drowning out all other noise) Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown! Death to the Clown!

Termination of Session

< Message edited by Clown the Jester -- 2/8/2012 17:49:10 >
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Clown the Jester

L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Medical Examination Forum

Prisoner: #789, session #2

Location: L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Level Five Interrogation Room C.

Doctor: Doctor Adrian Powell

Date: August 23

Starting Time: 4:45 P.M.

Closing Time: 6:06 P.M.

Participants: Dr. Adrian Powell, Officer Robert Cobalt, Officer Trevor O’Donald, and Prisoner #789.

Clearance: Granted

Extra Notes: Prisoner must wear Smasher Neutralizer Suit as well as hand and leg restraints at all times. All staff must be careful that the Prisoner should never have the opportunity to hold or reach for any objects. Any item regardless how common or innocent can be used as a fatal weapon. Permission to use sedative techniques, extra restraints, or terminating session under reasonable cause granted to all L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. Staff. Proceed with extreme caution.

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2/14/2013 1:57:18   
Clown the Jester

Dr. Adrian Powell’s Private Notes.

Source: Dr. Adrian Powell's Written Effects

Entry Date: August 23

Beginning of Entry

I realize now, my notes may concerning the management of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. may not be as enthusiastic as I usually try to perceive my job. However my frustration prevents me from waiting to calm down before taking up my pen. Never have I been so enraged as I was after my session with Patient #789, AKA Clown the Jester. However, my frustration is not directed at the patient. He was extremely cooperative and was as eager as I was to continue our interviews.

In the session mentioned a strange perception of the patient that he labeled “The Joke.” I have my guesses of what this ideology entails. It is obvious the patient believes his every action is dictated by this belief. However, I was not able to get a larger explanation of Clown the Jester’s views because my session with the patient was ended by the new L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. security taskforce, the Warden dubbed: The H.U.N.T.E.R.s, who removed my patient from my office and seized my audio recorder without explanation.

Although their abilities to ensure safety and control over the prisoners cannot be questioned, their methods and blatant disregard for the hierarchy of the L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. management is shocking. I have often wondered if behind their black ops military armor and masks if they are robots like the APB Bots. In spite of our complaints, the Warden has recited time and again to the Medical Staff and the traditional Prison Guards, “How the number of Prisoner violence has dropped 65%, the number of Staff injuries in the Prison has dropped 46% and the number of escapes in L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. dropped down to 0% since the H.U.N.T.E.R.s were contracted.”

The Warden did not mention the drastic increase of unjustified inmate injuries at the hands of the H.U.N.T.E.R.s. I’ve had to remove bullets from the legs of eight different prisoners and put two inmates in full body casts after the mistreatment by the H.U.N.T.E.R.s. I now believe the H.U.N.T.E.R.s believe themselves above the authority of even the Warden and are following their own agenda.

The recent disruption of my session with Clown the Jester has confirmed my suspicions that my office and department is being monitored by the H.U.N.T.E.R.s. How am I suppose to do my job and help confused individuals like Clown the Jester when my work is impeded and hindered in such a disrespectful manner?

Termination of Entry
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2/14/2013 2:06:45   
Clown the Jester

Dr. Adrian Powell's Private Notes.

Source: Dr. Adrian Powell's Patient Audio/Visual Files

Entry Date: August 23

Beginning of Session

Dr. Powell: Taped Session with Prisoner #789, aka Clown the Jester. I’ve decided to record my sessions with the patient for later reference in his case. How are you doing Clown the Jester?

Clown the Jester: Peachy. Heh heh heh. Wait did you say…you’re recording our chit chat?

Dr. Powell: Are you uncomfortable with being taped?

Clown the Jester: ME? UNCOMFORTABLE? Heaven’s no. It would be a crime for a guy with a voice as great as me to refuse to record my heavenly vocal chords. HEE HEE! Nah…I ain’t radio shy doc. RECORD AWAY! I’m just interested in whose will be listening into our little Q and A. So what’s up Doctor?

Dr. Powell: Today I’d like to discuss your early career as Clown the Jester.

Clown the Jester: Ah…how early in my career are we talking about? I do have quite a history. Heh heh heh. At least…I…I think I did…or do…or will.

Dr. Powell: How about the very beginning?

Clown the Jester: COOL BEANS! Beginning at the beginning. HEE HEE. Always the best place to start. Now…Let’s see. Well, it was back when the Smashers first started popping up throughout Super City. Back then…I had no purpose ya see.

Dr. Powell: Purpose?

Clown the Jester: I didn’t have a justification for existing. I didn’t have goals, plans, uh…anything really. Ya see…after my transformation I had no understanding of the universe. Like a newborn babe. No memories, nothing familiar, everything confusing and terrifying. But I knew I needed to find my niche to suit my new…life. This was before I had The Game with Drakkoniss, before the Chaos Carnival, before everything I have now. All I had were unstable powers to tweak reality and my new good looks, but thing was…I didn’t know what to do with my new talents. However…with all the new Super Criminals popping up, I decided to ally myself to a small gang of Skull Deep Bank Robbers. A way to jumpstart my career as Clown the Jester.

Dr. Powell: So you decided to join the Skull Deep Villains instead of the Herospire Heroes? Was this due to your dislike of law and order?

Clown the Jester: Yes…well…actually no. No. Back then…it wasn’t because of alignment issues…it was…well…in my previous life, I never had much money. At…I don’t remember having much dough to roll around in…I would tell myself every day after dragging myself home from work, ‘Once I get enough cash everything would be swell.’ So once I was granted my extraordinary abilities…I thought it was time to take what I had due! Funny…I truly thought I could solve my problems with a little green. And the Hero Occupations weren’t exactly raking in the greenbacks.

Dr. Powell: I see. So it was for money?

Clown the Jester: Yes…I thought money could bring me security…structure. Ya know…thinking on it now…I can understand why this world fights tooth and nail for money. It’s such a simple means to measure one’s worth in society. Ya know? Like how you envy the billionaire and pity the unemployed. Its such a simple concept. Success proportional to the size of your money pile. Even I was sweeped into the greed fever…but I was young then. I didn’t understand the Joke ya see?

Dr. Powell: The Joke?

Clown the Jester: Yes Doctor…but that’s for a later time. Anyway...I made a visit to Skull Deep, looking for a villain for hire gig and I was in for a couple banks raid with that big robbery guy. Heh…God I forget his name. Such a long time. Uh…ya know…the guy who organized all those heists throughout the city? Ya know who I’m talking about? John? Jake? I think it was…NO! NO IT WAS JACK! The Jack with the funny last name. What was it? HOO HOO! Such a weird last name…sounded…uh…latin or something…heh…Oh God…now I won’t be able to let this go. Do you know who I’m talking about? Big bank robber guy?

Dr. Powell: Do you mean Jack Veneraz?

Clown the Jester: YES! VENERAZ! HOO HOO HOO! What a name! Heh heh. Veneraz. So anyway…after a few tryouts in Skull Deep, at their virtual reality training thing…ya know what I’m talking about? They have the same room in Hero Spire. A green grid room that shows these hologram things for you to beat on. Heh heh…or for them to beat you. Anywho, I did some rounds in the virtual training. Showing off my powers and what not…and old Jackie Veneraz hires me.

Dr. Powell: I didn’t know you were involved in Veneraz’s Bank Robbery Organizations.

Clown the Jester: Not suprising. I was only employed in a single heist in the earliest stage of his robbing career. And well…nowadays nearly every villain has done some work with Veneraz’s crew. Well…I suppose anonymity’s for the best…working in Veneraz’s tribe wasn’t my high life…but back to the story. So I’m in Jack Veneraz’s gang. Jackie was quite the smooth talker, during our prep meeting, he shows off these impressive blueprint layouts of the bank, pointing out where the cameras and security were located. He had escape routes listed, employee schedules, uh…I…think he also mentioned something about having an inside man too. In short…the guy had thought this heist through carefully. So next day, we strike. We break into the bank, Veneraz’s men round up the bank customers, and tellers. Course, one of the tellers presses the silent alarm. Old Jackie shot her point blank in the head. We no goodoers are getting nervous…I mean, after all…this was my first crime and it was no small patato…So…Vereraz leads me and the other smashers he employed to the main safe. He gets us to use our powers to obliterate the giant safe door. When we finally tore that reinforced steel door apart…and saw all the money and gold waiting inside…we felt like the kings of the world. Veneraz’s men start collecting the money and start shoving it in bags. I began stuffing my pockets with as many stacks of cash as I can…then I realize something…something horrible.

Dr. Powell: What?

Clown the Jester: We didn’t have enough bags for all the money. I mean…sure the bags had a small fortune…but we would be leaving so much of the money behind.

Dr. Powell: You wanted all the money?

Clown the Jester: Want all the…? NO! No no…You don’t get it…this was my first robbery…my first crime...Clown the Jester’s grand début. IT HAD TO BE MEMORABLE! While I stared at that mountain of money…my head played Super City Headlines. ‘Small time gang heist…only small portion of money stolen…page…6.’ THE HEIST WOULD BE A JOKE! I had to make sure the city wouldn’t forget this. We couldn’t leave a single penny behind. I tell Veneraz that we need to take all the dough, he shook his head, telling me the police had already surrounded the Bank and they didn’t have time. He said we wouldn’t be able to drag all the money down into the City sewers.

Dr. Powell: Sewers?

Clown the Jester: That’s what I said. Sewers…we were gonna make our grand escape squeezing into sewer pipes and wallowing in God Knows What! Apparently Veneraz’s men had been drilling a hole in the bottom floor of the Super City Bank, drilling to the underground sewer systems. You know the bank lies directly above the City Sewer System? Veneraz was planning to have us sneak away into the sludge and filth while Super City Police wait for hostage negotiations that would never come. I could believe it. NOT ONLY WERE WE NOT GONNA TAKE ALL THE MONEY…WE WOULD BE SLINKING AWAY INTO A FILTHY SEWER PIPE LIKE RATS! I told Veneraz, we needed to fight our way out of the Bank. Rack up a death toll…take down some cops, get a shootout going…fight like…like…Like warriors…LIKE CHAMPIONS! Veneraz tells me to shut up and follow orders.

Dr. Powell: It was no longer about the money, was it?

Clown the Jester: No…no it wasn’t. It was about being memorable. So…I did what I knew would make use remembered. As Veneraz’s men dropped into the sewer, I ignited the rest of the money they had left behind, and used my reality altering to turn the hostages into statues, their faces stuck in looks of absolute horror.

Dr. Powell: I…I see. You wanted to leave an impression of horror and cruelty to gain the public attention.

Clown the Jester: Correct…so anyway…I left the Bank, strutting out the front door, using my powers to turn myself invisible. The Police rush past me and into the bank. So I decided to take the time to watch them scramble about in the giant piggy bank. I could hear their cries of horror as they uncovered my work. And I made an oath then and there…no more mere bank robberies. It was time for me to look for higher horizons.

Dr. Powell: Where did you go from there?

Clown the Jester:
Let’s see…uh…I did stuff here and there. Few arson fires, high jacked a subway train…and oh yes…feeling the need to make my image a bit more…uh…gritty…I accepted an employment to a new Skull Deep Assassination group.

Dr. Powell: Hm…

Clown the Jester: I was still looking for something that would help me stand out in the never ending crowds of criminals. All those Evil Geniuses, and Rule the World guys. Dime a dozen. So…I tried getting a rep in being a professional killer for hire. Sounded like a cool idea at the time. Get to work outdoors, challenging work, get to play down and dirty. Like a dream come true. HEE HEE! The group I worked for was run by a guy named…ah…Joseph King. Heh heh…or how I preferred him…Joe King. GET IT DOC?

Dr. Powell:
Get what?


Dr. Powell: Hm…Joe King…Joe…Ah, yes I see. Joe King. Pun for Joking.

Clown the Jester: HEE HEE! YEP! Loved that name. Though I only did one job for Joe King…that job made me realize just what I was destined for.

Dr. Powell: An assassination contract? Who were you sent to kill?

Clown the Jester: A gal. Heh heh. I forget her last name…but I believe her first name was…oh…heh heh…Oh yes. Rachel. I snuck into her apartment at night and did some walking around. Walked through the room, the ceiling…the walls…..ya know? I found Rachel…found her tucking her son into bed…then I whispered her name. She turned around…saw me. She opened her mouth to scream…or maybe shout…but…she didn’t. Always found that strange. She didn’t scream...well…not at first. She just stared at me…mouth open…not exactly as I expected…Why didn’t she call for help? It was as if trying to protect someone else…or hide something. Anywho…I grab her by the throat and drew out a razor. Laughing. I told her what I was gonna do with the razor. She stared at me…tears in her eyes…then…she uh…she…well she did something…really funny. Not ha ha funny...peculiar funny.

Dr. Powell: What did she do?

Clown the Jester: She whispered she was sorry.

Dr. Powell: Sorry?

Clown the Jester: Yah… like it was her fault…I admit…that drew me back. But before I could think…a guy appears outta nowhere and tries to tackle me. He hits me pretty hard…I mean bone snapping hard…but the guy was just a normal regular joe. And I was hardly regular now. I levitate him into the air throw him across the room. He gets back up…but I fry him with a mental ray attack he falls to the ground. But he was still alive…he watches helpless as I did my work on poor Rachel. As the life drained from her peepers, I saw the hope and humanity die in his eyes. I saw the man turn into an empty shell. And it felt…GOOD! I left the man and his dead wife, laughing with delight. I felt…SO ALIVE! It was that moment I understood. When I realized everything.

Dr. Powell: …I…I see. And what was it you realized?

Clown the Jester: That I would gain my name…gain my…’rep’ through a new means. No elaborate plans or petty robberies. No more working for money. No more working with those dull, small minded villains. No tolerating those hypocritical heroes. I had to bring them down. ALL OF THEM! I realized then and there that I was destined to live, laugh, and kill for Chaos.

Dr. Powell: Did you ever bother to learn why Mr. King had put out a hit on this Rachel?

Clown the Jester: Heh heh heh…maybe…ya see…this Rachel was a nobody…sure she was a pretty gal…but she was far to insignificant to gain enemies who wish her harm. I think…I was sent to teach…heh heh…someone a lesson.

Dr. Powell: Teach who a lesson?

(The interview room’s door swings open and two H.U.N.T.E.R.s step in, training their weapons on Clown the Jester.)

H.U.N.T.E.R. #1: Dr. Powell, please step away from the Prisoner.

Dr. Powell: What is the meaning of this? We were in the middle of a session!

H.U.N.T.E.R. #2: The session has been canceled. We have orders to return the Prisoner to his cell. Now step away.

Dr. Powell: Who’s orders?

H.U.N.T.E.R. #1 (Pulling Clown the Jester to his feet and shoving him forward): The security and welfare of L.O.C.K.D.O.W.N. is at risk. All sessions with Clown the Jester has been put on hold until further notice.

Clown the Jester: And just as I was getting into the groove of things. But I am happy to see the Goon Squad is watching out for my health. He heh heh.

H.U.N.T.E.R. #2 (Taking Dr. Powell’s Audio Recorder): Your audio device will be confiscated as evidence.

Dr. Powell: You can’t do that! I need that for writing up my evaluations! I’ll report you for misconduct!

H.U.N.T.E.R. #1 (leading Clown the Jester out of the room): Once we have edited out a few minor points your audio device shall be returned. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Dr. Powell: Inconvenience? I am trying to treat a patient you and are hindering my efforts by removing my access to him and stealing my work. This isn't just an inconvenience. This is practically an act of sabotage. And I will not stand for...

End Session.
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