Napoleonic, WSS & ECW wargaming, with a load of old Hooptedoodle on this & that
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
My C&CN-based ECW Game - new Rules Booklet
I have had a few expressions of interest in my ECW rules, and one of the more common suggestions has been something which I think makes a lot of sense. My game has always been an overt extension of the GMT Commands & Colors: Napoleonics (CCN) boardgame, adapted for miniatures and for the particular theatre of the British Isles in the 1640s. It has also been, very much, a project for my own use.
Thus my documentation has been minimalist. Anyone wishing to learn my game has had to download and learn the rules book for the original CCN game, and then incorporate the changes and extensions listed in my short summary note. That's a lot of work for someone with no previous experience of CCN, and work, moreover, which is required just to get to a starting position with the ECW variant (with no implied guarantee that it will be any good!).
Even I have found this inconvenient. If, during an ECW game, I wish to check on the details of Cavalry Breakthrough, for example, I have to find that section of the CCN booklet, read and understand it, and then check my extension summary sheets to remind myself what, if anything, I subsequently changed for the Civil War.
Not great. I was asked if it would be possible to produce a single document which set out the ECW variant as a standalone ruleset which did not require this kind of cross referencing, and the answer, of course, was no - it's a nice, logical idea, but a lot of work for something which is only a hobby project.
Well, as time passed I found the idea more and more sensible, so I have finally done it. There is now a first edition of a combined rule book available as a pdf - you'll find it listed in the available downloads in the top right of this screen. If you wish to download it, please do so. I would still recommend having the CCN booklet available as well as a back-up - the diagrams and examples are useful, for a start.
Some very quick (and obvious) caveats and qualifiers here, so there is no misunderstanding. My new booklet is a rewrite of the GMT CCN rules, incorporating my own alterations, and I claim no credit for the ideas or the wording which are GMT's. I don't believe there are copyright implications - the GMT rules are freely available as a download from their website (which is also linked from this screen), and I hope my booklet makes it clear that I am not attempting to parody CCN, nor pass off parts of it as my own work. The main elements of the game are now widely used in other of Richard Borg's games (and elsewhere) - just assume that anything in my booklet which works well is Mr Borg's, and any fluffs are down to me. Naturally I do not wish to get into any kind of customer support role here, but I would be grateful for warnings about any obvious howlers or imminent legal proceedings.
If you try the game, I hope very much that you enjoy it.
Also because I was asked about it, this is my adaptation of the CCN "Infantry in Square Track" for the ECW - here is the "Stand of Pikes Track", which is identical in just about every aspect of its use. Right-click on the image to get the full-size version, download it and print it on stiff card.
Saturday, 25 May 2013
The Man Who Killed Pythagoras – and other tales
Pythagoras, indicating the tricky diagonal |
I have banged on about hexagons and their pros and cons at
great length in the past, and am confident that I don’t have very much more to
say on the matter – you would think...
In one of my odd moments, the other day, I was recalling a
series of debates that I had with a few friends – a very long time ago now – in
which we considered gridded miniatures games and their advantages, but which
mostly served as an excuse to drink beer. We agreed, very early in our discussions, that the
most innocent comment any of us had made on the topic to date was credited to our resident optimist, Alan Low, and it went along the lines of:
“It is much easier to consider the merits of hexes if you
can rise above all the prejudices and sacred cows which they seem to upset.”
Yes, Alan, we said – but you can’t really separate these
things – the problem is that the biggest single disadvantage of hexes is that
people hate them. Whether that is justifiable or even fair is beside the point
– if HG Wells had been pictured with hexagons scribed on his floor then no-one
would worry about it. As things stand, hexes are an affront to everything which
is cherished in miniatures gaming. Worst of all, they are associated with BOARD
GAMES, which are the greatest affront of all. We are, after all, talking of
orthodox religion here.
We also agreed that the only acceptable plea we might make
on their behalf was that Joe Morschauser was famous for gridded games – though
I believe that at the time Joe was regarded as less Old School than he is now.
His game was generally seen as a harmless eccentricity, and not proper
wargaming.
Morschauser, of course, used squares. Squares are easy to
draw, and have an ancient precedent in the chessboard, but for wargames they
have some inherent snags, the very largest of which is Pythagoras. Orthogonal
moves of 1 square are fine, but a diagonal move of 1 square is 1.4142135 (etc
etc) times as far. Some games get round this by prohibiting diagonal moves or
combats – somehow, units which are adjacent to each other along a diagonal
cannot see each other – or, as in the De Gre/Sweet game, the square root of two
is taken to be a rather more convenient 1.5. That certainly helps.
A to B is easily seen to be 4 hexes |
In fact both these issues can be solved visually at a stroke
by having the hexes a good bit larger than the units, so that you can place the
units off-centre and smooth out the battle lines and the marches.
We rambled around this subject through many beers, enjoying
the scenery but not really deciding anything, and then one Sunday morning Pat
Timmins rang me and announced:
“I may have just killed Pythagoras.”
Pat had been applying square vinyl tiles to his kitchen
floor – in a very bold combination of navy blue and white. His wife objected to
the basic chequer-board configuration because, she said, it “gave her the
buzzings” and seemed likely to promote epilepsy. He had tried various
alternatives, and at one point experimented with alternate rows offset by half
a tile, like this:
He realised that such an arrangement on a wargames table would allow movement in six directions, and was in fact a sort of hexagonal arrangement without the hexagons. Judging distances, for example A to B in the illustration, was not quite as intuitive as with hexes, but was still possible with a bit of methodology (I reckon AB is 5 squares distant).
We were unreasonably enthusiastic about this – perhaps we
could pass off our offset squares (or “squexes”, as Pat called them) as a sort
of logical descendant of Morschauser’s game, and overcome some prejudices. The
next non-development was that someone suggested that the squares should not be
squares but rectangles with sides in the proportions of √3 to 2, which would
even up the six-fold symmetry so that it was a proper 60 degrees all round. It made the table layout closer to natural hexes, but made the board look even more distorted –
at this point, we actually preferred normal hexagons, which put us back where
we started. So we eventually decided that squexes had had their brief moment,
and resigned ourselves to being outcasts in the wargaming fraternity with our
conventional hexes.
Glinski's game - note the 3 bishops |
It looked spectacular, but it didn’t work very well. Early
experiments revealed that a game of this type for 3 players brings some
interesting problems. The first is order of turns – if red plays white into
check then white has to respond immediately, which reverses the turn cycle if
it was in fact black’s move next.
More fundamentally troubling is the very nature of 3-player
strategy. It is very difficult to have a game in which each of the players is
attacking both of the others – it makes more sense to have two gang up on the third,
and then double-cross each other at the end, which gets you into all sorts of
negotiation, time-outs for diplomacy and other stuff which we decided it was
simpler to just ban. No chat, we said – no sign language, no secret notes left
in the bathroom. This left us with a game in which the only possible
recommended strategy was a passive opening - allow the other two players to
attack each other and weaken each other. If all 3 players adopt the same
strategy, of course, you get a very strange non-game. You may feel free to draw
your own parallels from history on any or all of these.
A very smart looking 3-sided chess set - mine was different from this, since it used the Glinski layout of pieces, and the playing board was a rather larger version of Glinski's |
How very silly.
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Alien Life Form
What are you doing in my garden? |
The wet summer last year and the generally odd weather so far this year have had a marked effect on our garden. The most obvious excuse we can offer in our own defence is that there has been reduced opportunity to get out there and do something about it, but the damp has produced changes in the lawn, a lot of moss, almost uncontrollable weed growth and these things, as seen in the photo. The biggest is about 6 inches tall, but they have appeared very quickly, so no-one knows how large they might grow if left to get on with it.
We had a large tree cut down a couple of years ago, and I suspect that these are the result of the root system starting to rot away. Anyway, there's a lot of them (the tree roots, of course, will be under most of the garden) and I've never seen them before.
I don't think we'll be eating them. It's unnerving when your garden turns into a science project. Damp and decay - theme of the month.
Friday, 17 May 2013
VwQ – Plus Point – Simple Treatment of Casualties
A running commentary on my growing collection of fixes and
tweaks for the Victory without Quarter
rules for ECW/30YW games may give the wrong overall impression of my opinion of
them, so I thought I might offer a very brief moment of applause for a change, to
balance things up.
In my previous post I made vague reference to a “list of
likes and dislikes”, by which I judge wargames rules as they come along. One
thing I am not fond of, my friends, is any form of separate, hand-written
record of casualties – especially of the early WRG variety, where it is
necessary to record losses as the fractional parts of a figure – i.e. in actual
men. The great big chart tells you that 14 figures throwing bits of muck into
the wind on a Thursday have disabled one twentieth of a figure. Result! - amend your roster sheet - where is it? - is that it over there? - no, on the bookcase, under your reading glasses?
Keep adding the bits up and – if you live long enough – in
time this will accumulate to a complete figure, and you can remove him, and
start to tally the fractions all over again. We shouldn’t make fun of this – it
was (and may again become) the state of the art, but you can really see why WRG
replaced it with the much preferable arrangement where a roll of 4 or a 5 might kill one figure (H) and a 6 might kill two (HH - YES!). Much more like the thing. More like a
game, rather than a book-keeping exercise.
I do not care for anything which detracts from the immediacy
of the wargame, or which takes the eye and the attention away from the action on
the tabletop. I also very much dislike pieces of paper which clutter up the battlefield
– why do we fight with miniatures if it is not for the spectacle? My late
friend Alan Gallacher used to impose a spot fine of 1 non-staff figure – to be chosen by
the opponent, for every offending piece of litter on the battlefield – you may
regard this as extreme, but a good-humoured application of this house rule made
a great difference once everyone got the hang of it. And litter, by the way,
included reference sheets and rulers as well as plastic cups, beer mats, mobile phones and so on.
All this means that I really like the Victory without Quarter arrangement for calculating and tracking
losses. A unit attacking another unit causes a number of “hits”, and 3 is the
magic number. For every complete 3 hits caused in a single attack, the target
is given one casualty marker, which they cart around with them thereafter. Any
odd hits left over are ignored, insignificant, forgotten about and not carried forward. Which means
that, quite often in VwQ, a sincere
and wholeheartedly delivered attack may gain only one or two hits – nice try, but
no marker. Perhaps next time? There is also a special rule for artillery - any hits by artillery, even if insignificant in the sense of not gaining a marker, will frighten the recipients sufficiently to require a morale check. Nasty stuff, artillery.
When the number of casualty markers for a unit becomes equal
to the number of bases, the unit is eliminated. We do not care whether they are
all dead, or disarmed or simply discouraged – they are no longer with us.
Just the sort of uncomplicated arrangement I like.
...so you lose eleven-twentieths of your bishop... |
Topic B
On a completely different tack, I had a gentle rebuke from my new car yesterday. I am still getting the hang of what it will do. I recall that my relationship with my old truck was similar when it was new - I accumulated so many mental notes to sit down with the owner's manual and look up things that puzzled me that eventually I just did it, and I learned a lot. This was quite a good approach, I think, though "approach" might imply more formality than was really the case. If there had been any underlying reasoning - which I doubt - it might have included the following themes:
(1) Owner manuals are not the sort of thing you read right through for entertainment. Brain-death will certainly follow.
(2) The manual will often refer to a whole range of models, plus variants, and thus tends to be a bit on the generic side - after you have read the 25 pages on the optional in-car entertainment system you find that you don't actually have it.
(3) These cars are invented by clever people - they must be pretty intuitive to drive, right?
(4) ...right?
(5) Real men do not read instructions before they act. In the noble tradition of (I think) Bugs Bunny, it is not actually necessary to learn how to land your aeroplane until after you have taken off.
(6) Etc.
And so, encouraged by my previous success with this so-called approach, I have gone about things in the same way this time. I've had the new vehicle for some 4 months now, and I still don't know why the heater will suddenly blow hot air at me when the outside temperature is 25 deg C, or what that weird orange dashboard light that looks like a pineapple means, or why quite a lot of people flash their headlights at me at night. Must check that, I keep saying to myself.
One of the reasons I behave like this, I am beginning to suspect, is fear. A primitive, superstitious fear of something which is cleverer than I am, and which - unlike me - is getting cleverer every day. The new buggy is the first one I have owned which will automatically switch on lights or wipers when it thinks you need them. It's quite fun, actually - feels like something of a luxury - but my initial reaction, before I became accustomed to the idea and forgot about it, was to wonder what particular problem this was solving. It is not difficult to switch on your own lights, as I recall, though on occasions you might forget to do so. Is the sensor which now makes the decision on my behalf just one more thing to go wrong? What if I get used to having my lights look after themselves and one day drive a vehicle which doesn't do this? Ultimately, am I more or less of a potential danger on the road? Hmmm.
I'm still a bit dubious about cleverness for its own sake. I embrace the ancient urban legends about an automatic emergency brake which, allegedly, was fitted to Mercedes' E-Class, and would occasionally decide arbitrarily that someone was having an emergency when in fact he was driving at 110 kph along the autobahn, chatting to his wife about the neighbours' new gazebo. And then there was the nameless experimental audio system which was designed to turn up the volume when it sensed that the background noise in the car had increased, which - again, reputedly - in some of its early versions became dangerously confused when passengers began to shout to make themselves heard above the music, and cranked the level even higher...
Yesterday my car played a joke on me. I believe it has recognised my basic insecurity. As I was driving home from visiting my mother, enjoying a rare moment of fine weather, it suddenly began making a chiming noise at me - very like the noise you might sometimes hear at an old-fashioned railway crossing when the gates are closed. No warning lights, no apparent problems, just this noise - and, since these things are built by clever people, you just know that this is not likely to be good news. Has the oil pressure zeroed? Has something awful happened to the hydraulics? Has the lambda probe (or some other dread gizmo) gone faulty, and the engine is about to shut down to protect itself? How much is this going to cost? Does the warranty cover labour charges? Is there, in fact, a train coming?
I got home without incident, though with further intermittent chimes, and was sitting in the car, worrying about it, when my wife arrived. She knew instantly what the problem was - her Volkswagen does the same thing. The car had sensed the parcel I had placed on the passenger seat, and when I went around corners it complained that this passenger it had identified was not wearing a seat-belt.
So that's all right then - but it might have given me some visual clue, you would think. The point is made - I shall show more respect in future. It is watching me.
On a completely different tack, I had a gentle rebuke from my new car yesterday. I am still getting the hang of what it will do. I recall that my relationship with my old truck was similar when it was new - I accumulated so many mental notes to sit down with the owner's manual and look up things that puzzled me that eventually I just did it, and I learned a lot. This was quite a good approach, I think, though "approach" might imply more formality than was really the case. If there had been any underlying reasoning - which I doubt - it might have included the following themes:
(1) Owner manuals are not the sort of thing you read right through for entertainment. Brain-death will certainly follow.
(2) The manual will often refer to a whole range of models, plus variants, and thus tends to be a bit on the generic side - after you have read the 25 pages on the optional in-car entertainment system you find that you don't actually have it.
(3) These cars are invented by clever people - they must be pretty intuitive to drive, right?
(4) ...right?
(5) Real men do not read instructions before they act. In the noble tradition of (I think) Bugs Bunny, it is not actually necessary to learn how to land your aeroplane until after you have taken off.
(6) Etc.
One of the reasons I behave like this, I am beginning to suspect, is fear. A primitive, superstitious fear of something which is cleverer than I am, and which - unlike me - is getting cleverer every day. The new buggy is the first one I have owned which will automatically switch on lights or wipers when it thinks you need them. It's quite fun, actually - feels like something of a luxury - but my initial reaction, before I became accustomed to the idea and forgot about it, was to wonder what particular problem this was solving. It is not difficult to switch on your own lights, as I recall, though on occasions you might forget to do so. Is the sensor which now makes the decision on my behalf just one more thing to go wrong? What if I get used to having my lights look after themselves and one day drive a vehicle which doesn't do this? Ultimately, am I more or less of a potential danger on the road? Hmmm.
I'm still a bit dubious about cleverness for its own sake. I embrace the ancient urban legends about an automatic emergency brake which, allegedly, was fitted to Mercedes' E-Class, and would occasionally decide arbitrarily that someone was having an emergency when in fact he was driving at 110 kph along the autobahn, chatting to his wife about the neighbours' new gazebo. And then there was the nameless experimental audio system which was designed to turn up the volume when it sensed that the background noise in the car had increased, which - again, reputedly - in some of its early versions became dangerously confused when passengers began to shout to make themselves heard above the music, and cranked the level even higher...
Yesterday my car played a joke on me. I believe it has recognised my basic insecurity. As I was driving home from visiting my mother, enjoying a rare moment of fine weather, it suddenly began making a chiming noise at me - very like the noise you might sometimes hear at an old-fashioned railway crossing when the gates are closed. No warning lights, no apparent problems, just this noise - and, since these things are built by clever people, you just know that this is not likely to be good news. Has the oil pressure zeroed? Has something awful happened to the hydraulics? Has the lambda probe (or some other dread gizmo) gone faulty, and the engine is about to shut down to protect itself? How much is this going to cost? Does the warranty cover labour charges? Is there, in fact, a train coming?
I got home without incident, though with further intermittent chimes, and was sitting in the car, worrying about it, when my wife arrived. She knew instantly what the problem was - her Volkswagen does the same thing. The car had sensed the parcel I had placed on the passenger seat, and when I went around corners it complained that this passenger it had identified was not wearing a seat-belt.
So that's all right then - but it might have given me some visual clue, you would think. The point is made - I shall show more respect in future. It is watching me.
What? |
Friday, 10 May 2013
Degrees of Abstraction
Proper Old School - the early pioneers were all different sizes, as you see |
One of the characteristics of Old School wargaming, as we
grew up with it, was that everything appeared on the table. You want
skirmishers? – no problem – there they are (mind you, the rules don’t work too
well for them, and it takes so much time to manoeuvre them that we normally
ignore/forget them after Bound 4). You want a honking great model of La Haye
Sainte on the battlefield? – there it is (yes – agreed – it takes up the same
space as the city of Brussels on the tabletop, but just look at it, and you can
get an entire Division in the farmyard, too).
As we all got more and more enthusiastic about reflecting
every known (or suspected) aspect of warfare in the game (mostly Napoleonic in
my case, and the words National
Characteristics still cause me to shudder), so we found it harder and
harder to finish any of our games. Speaking for myself, my growing interest in
looking for new approaches and greater pragmatism came from my frustration at
finding that the widely accepted, latest forms of my hobby didn’t actually work
very well. I remember being embarrassingly close to tears trying to get to
grips with the latest version of Halsall & Roth’s rules (as used in the
national championships – I only bought the very best...). I realised that this
was no longer fun – at least not to me. I became very interested in the reasons
why board war games seemed to work better, without people coming to blows, or
taking their troops home in disgust.
Many years later, after my wargaming sabbatical, I got
myself involved with more modern rulesets, and a lot of what I read made a
whole lot of sense. Dr Mustafa said that in a big wargame it was impracticable
to fuss about with skirmishers, for example – it was a distraction, something
which in any case would be beneath the attention of an army commander. In his Grande Armée rules, the idea was that,
surrounding the main columns and other formations on the tabletop, there were
invisible little clouds of light troops, scrapping away. They were abstracted – a new word for me in this
context then – and only existed by implication. They appeared as adjustments in
combat calculations, and as “SK” numbers associated with the parent units. This
seemed a more businesslike approach, though I did have a few slight traditionalist
pangs. Just a minute – I actually enjoy fiddling with skirmishers – and what
about all those lovely voltigeurs and
people I’ve painted and cherished? What are they going to do? There does seem
to be a slight tension here – if we agree that a particular style of
skirmishing was an important characteristic of the Napoleonic Era – something,
in fact, which served to make it different from the Seven Years War – is it OK
to remove Napoleonic skirmishers from the miniature battlefield?
Hmmm. This wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped.
Out of all the reading, scribbling and reconciling necessary
compromises, I came to terms with the fact that I probably needed at least two
sets of rules for each period. One was for big battles, where the emphasis was
on speed of movement, simple-but-robust mechanisms and games which were capable
of being played to a conclusion in a sensible amount of time. The other would
be for smaller fights, where it was required to consider a more detailed level
of tactical behaviour, where forming lines and wheeling and deploying skirmish
troops were still appropriate, and even necessary.
My decision to start dallying with the English Civil War –
something over a year ago – required a whole new dose of considering available
rules. After a lot of reading and soliciting of advice, I plumped for Victory without Quarter as my main
rules. The game scale and general philosophy fitted well with the list of
personal likes and dislikes which I had built up over the years. Having reached
the point of actually playing some games, I now find I have the familiar two-level
situation – I have a home-brewed adaptation of Commands & Colors to handle the bigger battles, and I have VwQ for the smaller stuff – my proposed
provincial, North-country ECW campaigns will certainly throw up games for which C&C is too blunt a tool, and for
which it becomes necessary to worry about which direction units are facing, how
they are formed up, the advantages of march columns on roads, the exact point
in a charge where the defenders got off a volley and all that.
My relationship with VwQ
is still evolving. The only time I have used the rules in anger (grrrr!) was when I
visited Old John in North Wales last year. We
found that the game was fun, but there were some chunks missing (dragoons
didn’t work properly, no advantage for a flank or rear attack, no explanation
of how artillery should be treated in a melee, for a start). Concentrating on
positives, I spent some time adding extensions to the rules – suggestions came
from various sources, including Harry Pearson, even some ideas from Clarence
Harrison himself (the originator) - and I have reached a fairly robust version
for playtesting.
The one area which still bothers me about this game is
Activation. Broadly speaking, the game uses cards to activate units – there is
a card for each, and there is also a card for each commander at brigade level
or higher. Drawing an officer’s card allows orders to be given to any of his
subordinate units which are within shouting distance, which allows some decent
progress to be made when moving troops about. Last year, Old John and I found
that – as often as not – drawing a card for a single unit would produce no
effect at all, certainly no movement, since advancing a single unit without the
rest of its brigade was usually not a great idea. I’m still tinkering with
this, which remains the one weak spot. I have even given thought to having
cards only for brigades and higher formations – single unit cards being dropped.
John and I had certainly deduced that any group of units which was expected to
move anywhere had to be provided with an on-table brigadier.
I hope I’m not anywhere close to going back to the research
phase. VwQ is designed to support the
smaller type of game which I expect to feature a lot in my campaigns – my
commitment to these rules, albeit expanded and tweaked, is such that I have
based my troops to suit (which is not a problem – whatever rules I use can
handle these bases) and have even produced (and now tested, honest, Clive...) a
computer-managed version to facilitate solo play. Maybe copious provision of
generals is the answer, maybe the single-unit activation cards are a bad idea,
but – whatever the answer might be – I have a faintly worrying recollection of our game
in Wales ,
during which there were lengthy periods when some parts of the armies were left stranded by the original card drawing system.
Friday, 3 May 2013
Hooptedoodle #87 - Let him who is without sin cast the first stone
Because of family and health-related issues which I have no intention of describing in this blog, there has been precious little wargaming or hobby stuff going on around here of late, so I do not have much to write about that is relevant.
This last week, though, I’ve been a bit taken aback by what
I perceive as the breathtaking hypocrisy of our dear chums at Auntie BBC. I’m not exactly
sure of the latest details, but there is (or has been) some further inquest
going on into the tragic suicide of the unfortunate nurse who was tricked into
giving confidential information on the Duchess of Cambridge’s medical
condition, as a result of a so-called “prank” hoax telephone call from some
Australian DJs.
This week, the BBC was full of self-righteous horror in a
radio item about the inquest – as usual, assuming the role of guardian of
public decency – as usual, referring to “the media” as though somehow they were
talking about someone other than themselves.
Morons - and scapegoats |
Just a minute, there. This particular BBC licence-payer wishes
to point out a couple of things:
1. I cannot receive Australian radio – if knowledge of the
prank had been restricted to listeners to the station in question then very few
of us in Britain
would ever have heard about it.
2. The nurse, as I understand it, is believed to
have killed herself because she could not live with the humiliation or the
public ridicule which followed from her having been duped and having
compromised the Duchess’s privacy. No-one could reasonably have anticipated
such an extreme reaction, however brutally stupid or unkind the prank might
have been. It makes no difference – tragically, she killed herself.
3. As I recall, I heard about the matter in the same way as
all other UK residents – I heard it on UK radio – “just fancy that – someone
has been tricked into answering questions about the D of C – isn’t that
shocking? – here’s some edited highlights of the phone conversation...”
4. I know nothing at all about it, of course, but I suggest
that the degree of humiliation and ridicule was directly related to the extent
of the media coverage the incident got in the UK . In all the sanctimonious
clap-trap I have heard on this topic – and there has been plenty of it – I have
never once heard anyone from the British press or the BBC express the slightest
concern that they themselves had more to do with the catastrophic publicity -
and thus the nurse’s death - than did the imbeciles who perpetrated the
original practical joke.
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