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The one at adultforumhost. I wrote a story and saved no copies. I'd like to read it again.

I have an incomplete backup zip file but it is unorganized and some files are unformatted beyond repair. If you are really lucky and/or submitted your story very early I might find it. Are you Rak from the old forum?


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The one at adultforumhost. I wrote a story and saved no copies. I'd like to read it again.

I have an incomplete backup zip file but it is unorganized and some files are unformatted beyond repair. If you are really lucky and/or submitted your story very early I might find it. Are you Rak from the old forum?

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rak 06-30-2010 08:32 PM
It's time for my story!

It turned out a little longer than I had anticipated :P
Guess I grew into it. You should at least read the first chapter!

I really like EC universe explanations so I made up some myself :P
I did my best to make it an interesting read.

I may or may not finish the story, depending on the feedback, if any.



Without further ado:

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Chapter One - The princess (Introduction)

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Mr. Marsh awoke. He could feel warm, soft hands on his balls, and wet lips and a moving tongue on his cock. He relaxed as he looked down to the slave. Her mocha skin was moving sensually as she waved her body to provoke him; her amazingly red lips stroking his cock, pressing on it as she suctioned the inside of her mouth where her tongue explored every inch of his member. He watched her beautiful blue eyes, now filled with adoration as she served her master. Again, he felt her hands on his balls, massaging them, pressing them, begging.

He had never given her a name. He would just call her "Bitch", even though she was by far his favorite slave. There was something that made him lust over her with a never-ending passion. Perhaps the perfectness of her body, or those amazing blue eyes; or maybe it was just her exotic skin color, now filled with all his attention as she danced laid on his legs, her mouth and hands never leaving his crotch.

He remembered well when he got her. She had been a gift from emperor Al-Mualim-something of who-knows-where. Mr. Marsh had moved his puppy stock to fund a failing hovercar fuel company the Arabian king had invested a huge amount of his fortune on, and such had been his gratitude that he had given his own virgin daughter to him. A princess, a true desert flower, now sucking his cock and begging him with her eyes to fuck her.

He saw her butt poking behind her head. It was waving slowly: she was horny alright. She had slowly submitted her will to him in time. Her defiance had turned into resignation; her resignation into respect; her respect into love. He had so enjoyed taming her, and yet still he always enjoyed the spoils of his effort. For some reason, he couldn’t get bored of her, contrasting what had happened with the hundreds of slaves he had had throughout his life. Her butt was still waving: she was very wet. Her eyes and hands and lips were still begging for him to make her his. But it was HIS choice whether she enjoyed anything or not, and he decided to just let her suck him off. -No porking this time- he thought with a smile, -After all, it's always important to reinforce one's authority over his slaves once in a while-.

Bitch kept stroking him with her red lips; she kept massaging his balls with her soft hands. She kept sucking his cock to increase pleasure and kept stimulating him in any and every way she could. Marsh just laid and enjoyed the skin, the lips, the texture of her tongue. He pushed her head indicating her to go faster and deeper. She complied. He came.

The slave swallowed. Then she kissed his cock some and massaged his balls and legs. She laid beside him, her face still touching his crotch and her legs wrapping his, and hugged his hips as best as she could.

-Enough of your sentiments, Bitch- said Marsh, -I have a very busy morning today!- And he pushed her away, got up from his king-sized bed and walked into the bathroom, where his black-haired bath slave was already waiting for him knelled in the black-marble floor. -No games today TubbyWhore, just shower me.-

TubbyWhore soaped his body gently. She wasn’t like Bitch, happy to be his. She was afraid of him, and she missed her mother. The bastard hadn’t let them see each other more than twice since the mother had relinquished freedom of her daughter. But TubbyWhore knew something had to be wrong. Her mother would never do that to her, not voluntarily.

Mr. Marshall was also thinking about the slave’s mother. TubbyWhore was a very pretty girl, but not anything special for a magnate like him. No. Her enslavement wasn’t about the pleasure she could give him; it was rather about the pleasure of tormenting her mother. He had enjoyed very much the two times he had let her be rejoined with her daughter, always for a mom-daughter threesome, of course. He had enjoyed the tears of the mother as he ravished TubbyWhore’s asshole, and the things he had forced them to do to each other.

He came out of the bathroom thoroughly cleaned. Bitch had separated his clothing and was standing by to dress him at his command. Somehow, she was all clean and perfumed and her teeth well-brushed. -A good slave finds the most inobstrusive moments to work on herself- though Marsh, pleased with her effectiveness.

Bitch dressed him, her blue eyes never parting from his beloved master; her dark hands taking advantage of every chance to slip the slightest caresses. Then she knelt.

Marsh patted her on the head. She answered with a smile. He walked through the tall oak double door leaving his room, but looked back for a moment to the sculptural brown beauty still kneeling, still adoring him, and resisted the impulse to throw himself at her and rip her in two.

He got in the elevator and the doors closed.


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Chapter Two - Slave economics

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Mr. Marsh descended from his penthouse to the 56th floor of the Marsh building. With a bell ding, the elevator doors opened to show the sexy MILF slave CummyTart, her black curly hair resting on her huge breasts.

-Good morning, master! This cunt is very pleased to say that the price of the animal line of Rak slaves has grown 2% since yesterday, making our stock $100000 more valuable.-

-Ahh! Fantastic news, CummyTart- replied Marsh, sweeping the slave's suited silhouette (which of course, she'd immediately turn naked at the slightest command), -What about the price of imported high school seniors?-

-Master... news have broken that the SlaveCop squadrons found a very large group of renegade high school graduates at midnight. With the Slave Fair so close, it’s very possible most of those girls will be auctioned there at smaller prices, and public spending in high school seniors have plummeted because of this. Today the stock exchange opened at $1400 for average quality high school graduates. I'm afraid the price of foreign ones will also suffer by at least 4%-

-Shit! - Exclaimed Marsh, -Just a few days after we bought 2 million's worth in those eastern-European schoolgirls!- He started getting angry, but the sight of the gorgeous 39-year old slave soothed his frustration. He thought... -What if we re-categorize them? Since taxes haven't been filed yet, we can still repurpose them into other niches!-

-Great idea Master! - exclaimed CummyTart, her breasts bouncing with her excitement. -More than half are brunettes, so we could re-purpose them into the "general imported brunette" niche! The foreign young brunette index has been stable at around $3500 for the whole week, and that will cover a lot of the losses. The black haired imports index are a little lower, but their heavy accents will have a lot of weight on their eventual individual prices!-

-Very well, slave. That will be your duty for the morning. Also, I want you to service Rodgers during his lunch hour; he completed a great deal yesterday and I promised him an hour with you as a reward. And don't forget to call that CummyPaws kennels about the pet deal; offer them no more than 5 million for the bulk of their unclaimed dogs. Send the new intern, Christine, to "talk in person" if they don't want to budge-

-Yes master, I'll do as you say... I should also remind you that you have an appointment with your nephew, Johnny. He just came in 10 minutes ago and is waiting for you in the main lobby- (CummyTart shrugged as she remembered greeting him to the building).

-Oh, right. I'm supposed to give him a lesson about the new world economics for his college project. Better not make him wait.-

Mr. Marsh turned around and returned to the elevator. The slave, fearful, hesitated a moment, and spoke. -Master... my daughter...-

Marsh turned around. -Oh right, it's been like a month since last time I let you see each other, right? - He smiled cruelly, -I bet you're dying to know how she's doing.-

The slave nodded, and looked at the ground.

-TubbyWhore is learning a lot about serving her master. Soon she'll be allowed outside the bathroom and onto my room's carpet, if she continues to be such a good girl.- He stopped to draw more attention to his next line: -You were a very good girl yourself when you relinquished her freedom at my command.-

CummyTart tried very hard not to sob. Marsh had personally enslaved her years ago, back when she was still in college. Like the Arabian slave, she too had learned to love him, but she was also afraid of him. Her master had allowed her to keep legal possession of her daughter, born out of a campus r@pe, via a small addendum of the Compulsory Female Slavery Law that was rarely used. She remembered well the night some months ago that he had ordered her to give her beloved Natalie to him as his new slave. With a heavy heart, she had chosen the love she had for his master over the love for her own daughter. Natalie, renamed TubbyWhore, had been in her master’s penthouse ever since, and her master had only allowed them to see each other twice. Even though he’d do horrible things to her and her daughter when she was around, she’d still be grateful for the pleasure of servicing her master, and for the joy of seeing her daughter, even in such situations. She could only hope that TubbyWhore would learn to love his master as her mother had.

Marsh looked at her slave and lust overcame him. It was time for another orgy.

-If you manage well the imported graduates’ issue, and do a good job with the re-categorizing, I may allow you to join me and TubbyWhore tonight for a nice mom-daughter threesome-, he added.

The slave’s eyes shone with hope, a bright smile raced across her face. -Oh Master! Thank you! Thank you so much! I promise I'll do the best loss-repair you've ever seen! I'll turn the odds into a profit! I'll make you proud, Master!-

-Yes, I know you will, CummyTart. That's why you're my executive chief of operations.-

The slave trembled in happiness at the thought of seeing her daughter. Maybe she’d be able to teach her to please her master better. Sure, she’d cry seeing her daughter suffering at his hands, but maybe she would be able to lead her with her example. Her biggest dream was to make TubbyWhore happy with her life, and to someday live together with her and her master in the penthouse, and please him as a happy slutty team.

Marsh took one more look at the figure of the slave before leaving. Her big breasts were again bouncing in anticipation; themselves barely contained by the very arousing formal women's suit she was wearing. And as the elevator doors were closing, the last thing Mr. Marshall saw of his investment operations department was the high heeled feet of his MILF economist slave going to work. He descended the remaining 56 floors thinking only on how he'd rub himself against those precious feet tonight, right before doing unmentionable things to her and her little angel, right in front of each other.

-Ding! – The elevators door opened.


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Chapter Three - The new world order

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Johny hugged his uncle as they both greeted. The main lobby, a huge room at the entrance of the skyscraper, was filled with golden metal finishes and marble panels and wooden details. Sprinkled around were many employees going about, both female and male. A blonde slave receptionist was working behind a desk at the center of the room, her glasses adding to her librarian-like looks. The Marshall Investments logo, marked in her skin in various different places, could be clearly seen thanks to the minimal leather clothing that was meant to highlight her nakedness and figure rather than covering anything. Patrols of slave guards, also company property, were stationed around and could be seen patrolling outside the building through the gigantic frontal glass walls.

Johny, himself 19, had been pathetically trying to hit on the receptionist slave, unaware that her services, and those of most of the women in the building (including the security slaves, who were also highly trained in things other than combat), were a favor-asking-to-his-uncle away. Alas, he had never been particularly bright; or sensible or charming, for that matter. Actually, women tended to be disgusted by him. No wonder though, he was a selfish rich boy with no sense of money value, obsessed with sex and seriously perverted, and with plenty sadistic tendencies, much of which were heightened by the fact that he had yet not managed to get laid once in his life.

Marsh escorted Johny to the elevator (The receptionist almost had a heart attack realizing whose nephew she had been dismissing and what would happen to her once Mr. Marshall knew of her rejection). The doors closed and they started to descend.

-Wait, I don't understand. Where are we going? - asked Johny.

-To the basement, of course- Replied his uncle.

-I thought you'd teach me about money and investments. Why aren't we going up, to the investments department? You know, the place where the money is?-

-Ahh, my boy, but we ARE going to where the money is!-

-Ding! – The elevators door opened, and Johny gasped at what he saw. A gigantic cubic basement many floors deep and many meters across hulked before them. Towers of high tech cable-like structures where hanging all round the ceiling and suspended from them: hundreds, maybe even thousands of women. All sizes, all colors, all nationalities; so many that the walls across the room couldn’t be seen. They seemed to be ordered in some fashion although Johny couldn't make sense out of it. Deep below, he could see white-wearing men working on equipment and checking on the girls. All was accompanied by a bright bluish white light all around the place, and the perpetual hum caused by the sporadic moans of the many suspended fearful girls.

-Welcome to our storage floor! - exclaimed Marshall with a smile.


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Chapter Four – The Slave Exchange

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-What's all this? - asked Johny, his mouth open wide.

-This is where we keep our stock, of course- said Marshall. -I know you don't understand much of the economic system, so I'll explain it simply. You are, of course, familiar with the Compulsory Female Slavery Law, right?-

-Yes of course, I'm not stupid! - said Johny.

-Temper, boy, I just wanted to know where to start. You see, once the law was established, women started being enslaved and sold as property-

-I know!-

-Alright, alright. But what you don't know is how that affected the old economic system! For you see, as the buying and selling of slaves became more and more commonplace, businesses that specialized in slave trading started appearing all around and the slave industry boomed. Niches of personalized slaves started growing in popularity and became worldwide accepted. Slaves were now categorized as brunette, blond, virgin, milf, etc. And with each wacky new idea turning famous, like pet slaves or mom-daughter combos, new categories were created by the general public to single them out.-

-Alright, but what does this have to do with investments? - asked Johny.

-I'm getting there. You see, the slave industry grew exponentially. It boomed as no one could predict and before we knew it was a major driving force of the economy! This presented an interesting issue: being slaves goods that may or may not grow in value, and whose particular niche may or may not grow in demand (picture a slave turning famous because of a magazine photoshoot or a shortage of a certain race; or the contrary: a slave aging or losing shape, or over-offer of the category), the antiquated and informal garage-sell approach to slave trading had to be legitimized, for lack of a better word. Based on the stock exchange, the Slave Exchange was created to keep track of the shifting prices of each category based on its offer-demand, and to connect large-volume buyers and sellers with each other, thus bettering the market.-

-I think I understand... in this Slave Exchange people can buy and sell large amounts of slaves, and it also serves as a tracker from which individual slave prices are derived.-

-Yes! Exactly! By formalizing the system this way, businesses like my own, Marshall Investments, can buy slaves when the prices are down and wait till their category, aka niche, goes up before selling, making a profit. Buyers may resell and so on and so on, until either a buyer buys one or more slaves for personal use or a business buys a group to sell to personal slave owners. Most recently-enslaved women are traded in the Slave Exchange, and the majority of slave training centers buys their stock from the Slave Exchange and then process, trains and brands them into the slaves you find at any Slave Mart.-

-And these slaves in this storage floor are the ones your company currently owns?-

-Yes, that's right. As an investment firm, we buy and sell women on the Slave Exchange, taking advantage of price drops and spikes. You can see our current portfolio right here in this floor. Quite a logistics achievement to house them all and keep them ordered. Each girl is bound to a niche-specific cable root, their extremities and torsos tightly secured by cables extending from the main root. You can also see an extra cable going all the way into their mouths; its purpose is to feed them on schedule and also to keep them quiet. Another cable extends just beneath them and goes right into their butts, to keep them relaxed and take care of their bathroom necessities. After all, most of these women are new to slavery, untrained for the most part, so you can’t expect them to hold it. The cable roots that aren’t assigned to virgin niches also have an extension that goes into their pussies. And right over there you can see a root moving. That’s part of a group of foreign high school graduates I bought some days ago. They're being separated and repurposed into different categories, since the niche they were in just dipped in price, and I don't want to wait till the Slave Fair is over to sell them.-
A gigantic root cable was slowly moving across the room, following a set of conduits in the ceiling it was attached to. Surrounding the main cable, hundreds of stacked beautiful young naked girls were despairing and flinching in pain with the movement. Their bodies forced into a squatting position to minimize vertical space, they twisted trying to alleviate the sensation of the huge cables that stretched inside their assholes. As the towering thick column passed right in front of the catwalk Johny and Marsh were, some would try to move their head a little from the looking-up positions the feeding throat-tubes forced them in to give a begging look at them. The only thing they accomplished was to arouse Johny even more with their pretty eastern-European eyes.
Johny looked deep below into the floor at the white-wearing men following the moving cable. They carried equipment that showed the status of the column they were monitoring. Among the men, very clearly, he could see the distinct figure of the suited bombshell that had greeted him to the building.

-That's her! That's the woman I saw today!-

-Who, that? She's my chief of operations, very good at her job, I should say.-

-She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life! What I wouldn't do to fuck her... I tried seducing her when she welcomed me at the lobby, but she didn't care about me, just like the receptionist.-

-What? MY slaves saying no to my nephew!?-

-Slaves?-

-Yes, SLAVES! They're slaves, Johny! Almost all the women in this building are slaves! (With the exception of the interns, though that doesn't stop anything) You should have told me you wanted one before! Ah, but tonight's your lucky night, boy! You're coming with me to my penthouse for a private party with that MILF of your dreams and her hot daughter. She’s been trained by the best experts of your father’s company, and there’s nothing she won’t do for you, once I command her to.-

Johny almost died of excitement. -Really? Uncle, you're the BEST!-

-Yes, don't worry about anything, tonight you'll have the best night of your life. And don't worry about that receptionist you mentioned. As my parting gift to you, you'll take her as your own slave with you tomorrow morning. Granted, she'll have learned her lesson about saying no to you by then, I'll personally see to that. The only reason I'm not giving you CummyTart is because she's such an important part of our business!-

And among the thousands of suspended women, Johny and his uncle hugged.

-Now let’s continue the tour. I have yet to show you the logistics department. There, you’ll see how many slave employees test the new slave retaining equipment we use for our stock. And after that, the accounting department! It’s famous in the accounting world for having the best male employee relaxation techniques. Our slave employees know that the key to a fruitful business is eliminating all the stress from their male coworkers!-

The elevator doors closed. After a few seconds, the incessant moans of the female portfolio could no longer be heard. Johny couldn’t wait till the night came. He would finally get the sex he had wanted for so long, and with the most incredibly beautiful MILF he had ever seen in his life. And as if that wasn’t enough, he’d return home with a slave of his own. Indeed, this was going to be the best day of his life.

-Ding! - The elevator doors opened.

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TO BE CONTINUED... PERHAPS


If you like it or if you've bothered to read all the way here, please leave some feedback!

If I continue the story, I'll describe the awful night CummyTart and TubbyWHore are about to go through and also some of the receptionist's ordeal. And I'll try not to throw myself this much into universe explaining anymore.
erenisch 07-1-2010 02:01 AM
Most impressive. Deserves a BFA badge for literary achievement, and maybe a shop space at the next Slave Fair.
rak 07-1-2010 09:25 PM
Most impressive. Deserves a BFA badge for literary achievement, and maybe a shop space at the next Slave Fair.
Hey thanks! :D
A Rak's slaves booth should definitely be at the Slave Fair! Just remember that Rak's slaves are happy slaves, conditioned to be loving and willing. Hope you add the cameo.

****

I've revised the story after a boring day with internet gone. Added little details here and there. I realized by the end there was no eroticism at all, so I added two paragraphs to the story. I also developed TubbyWhore and her relationship with her mother a little, added more description to the storage floor, and tried to interconnect more the characters and situations.

For those who have already read it, read again! ^^
And leave a comment!
Thon 07-2-2010 01:21 PM
You've made a great start there. Keep it up. If def would like to know more about the receptionist's fate.
alaho 07-6-2010 03:46 AM
Great story, Thank you. I'm looking forward to see the "awful night" ;)
rak 07-8-2010 01:07 PM
Alas, I believe I let myself go too much.

Made it too long and as a result too few people are reading it.

:V
gatolica3 07-8-2010 09:29 PM
Alas, I believe I let myself go too much.

Made it too long and as a result too few people are reading it.

:V

What are you talking about? It is great imo. I'd do it chapter by chapter if I were you... Weekly episodes maybe. Keep it up, its great!
Thon 07-9-2010 07:32 AM
Only a shabby attempt could be too long. This is too short...
BitchBeater 07-9-2010 08:27 AM
I read the whole thing. Length is fine as long as the story is good. The story I submitted to bdsmlibrary.com (also under the pseudonym Bitch Beater if you want to look it up) was 15 pages long (and that's just the first chapter) and in two weeks it has had over 12,000 readers. I agree with gatolica3 that weekly chapters would be good.

And by the way, if you want to open up to a wider audience, I would suggest publishing your story on bdsmlibrary.com as well. It's easy and free. You might have to add a little bit at the beginning to explain for those not familiar with the EC universe, but I think this story would rate quite well.
09-17-2010 06:44 PM
Most impressive. Deserves a BFA badge for literary achievement, and maybe a shop space at the next Slave Fair.

Wow, he promised and he delivered... I am jealous.
10-3-2010 12:19 PM
A very good and enjoying story, It would be very kind if You could continue the story.
gatolica3 10-4-2010 11:46 AM
TO BE CONTINUED... PERHAPS


If you like it or if you've bothered to read all the way here, please leave some feedback!

If I continue the story, I'll describe the awful night CummyTart and TubbyWHore are about to go through and also some of the receptionist's ordeal. And I'll try not to throw myself this much into universe explaining anymore.

unkept promises. The people demand Rak to deliver the rest!!!
Thon 10-4-2010 11:53 AM
Yeah. We want more. We want more. We want more. We want more.
Extreme-C 10-5-2010 10:36 AM
Be patient, writing can be very hard especially when your real life is coming down onto you so give him the time he needs. ;)
BitchBeater 10-13-2010 03:04 PM
Yeah writing is hard, especially when there is other duties to attend to. I am writing two stories (one BDSM related, one not) and they have slowed to a crawl as other things have come up.

That being said, motivation is always good as long as it is positive.
tford 10-13-2010 07:38 PM
This was very nice, liked the story and the indepth look at economics in the new slave world also loved the incest lol


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Are you Rak from the old forum?
The very same

Welcome home!! :)

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Heh. Some things I would write differently now. Brings back memories.

Rufus wrote:
Ah, a true blast from the past. it is great to see a mention of the "B.F.A badge of Literary Achievement" So nostalgic now for the good old days of unreliable forums and fingers crossed posts. :D

:D

Thon wrote:
rakosh wrote:
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Are you Rak from the old forum?
The very same

Welcome home!! :)

Thanks bro.


Is gatolica still around?


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Is gatolica still around?

Oh yeah, but a bit less active these days (impossible to be more active..)

If you click on "Members" in the top right corner and sort posts by descending order, yoy'll need to click twice on posts, you can see who still hangs around. Den is now Dr.White by the way.

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When I was looking for Rak's story, I realized that the old forum files were not as unsalvageable as I thought. If there are other requests, I can dig 'em up.


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Erenisch wrote:
When I was looking for Rak's story, I realized that the old forum files were not as unsalvageable as I thought. If there are other requests, I can dig 'em up.


I'm a big fan of digging them up. Especially the wiki. Vote +1!


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Erenisch wrote:
When I was looking for Rak's story, I realized that the old forum files were not as unsalvageable as I thought. If there are other requests, I can dig 'em up.

Well, I wouldn't mind a copy of the Fuuk Erhard story. Don't remeber how many chapters I was able to post though (most of the chapters was lost before finishing/publishing, due to crashed hd). I guess at least the first chapter, the setup, and then the gym scene for the drawing competition. It was a while ago. And, there was that another crash happening around the same time (involving myself, some other ppl, a few cars and a shit load of concrete pillars), so my memories are a bit shaky. I remeber writing about ten chapters. If you find any of it, please email me it and I can give it a try to complete the story. But don't stress about it. I mean, a new comic is much more important. But it you run into a period of drawing block(?)...

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