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source plz
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Gamez:0 by Fei

That's the only guro in there.
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Any idea where this came from
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>>8725
Think it might be from "Konya wa Tsuki ga Kirei desu ga, Toriaezu Shine" not sure though.
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www.hentairules.net/galleries8/picture.php?/12019/category/271


>>8725
mangakakalot.com/chapter/konya_wa_tsuki_ga_kirei_desu_ga_toriaezu_shi_ne/chapter_13
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>>8730
Finally I can rest thank you so much

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there's currently no English version and I was hoping someone could help me get the dialogue translated please?
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bump, anyone?
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bumping again?

Literature
On John's browser there was a new message from one of the ads that he had posted on those internet classifieds. These ads were for an adult modeling gig, placed in various cities, not his own. It read,

Hello sir, my name is Amy Beth, and I am interested in the modeling gig. I actually live in a small town about 60 miles from Miami. Attached are some pictures of me. I hope this will be just the thing I need to get out of this nowhere town and on my way to becoming a star.

The attached pictures were of a blonde girl with a baby doll face, smallish breasts, and a bit of a butt. John liked what he saw, and thought to himself, this was going to be fun. He immediately began planning his trip to Florida.


John opened his laptop to reply to Amy.
I'll be flying in to Miami tonight. I hope you’re ready for filming tomorrow. I've rented a location for the shoot. Its an old warehouse, I'm attaching a map so you know where it is. See you tomorrow.
He sent the message off into the void of the internet, before closing the laptop. He laid back in the motel bed, anticipating the events of the next day.
Though he told Amy that he was flying in tonight, in reality, he had been in town for the better part of a month, scouting out locations, buying and assembling his equipment. The last thing to do was to book his train back home, before the fun began.


Amy Beth opened the email from the man that she hoped would help propel her to stardom. She couldn’t help but feel excited and nervous at the same time. She loved sex, so much so, that she wouldn’t keep a high school boyfriend, moving on to the next guy once she was bored. She had never been filmed before, and that was, she assumed, the source of the butterflies in her stomach. John had been telling her that this would be a BDSM shoot, and that the genre was gaining traction in the industry due to a certain series of books and film. She had tried being tied up before, and rather enjoyed it. This was going to be a breeze.



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I'd like to thank Astrid P. and others for helping me write this story. This was my first real attempt at writing, I hope its guro enough for you all. Feedback is welcomed and encouraged, as I would like to improve myself.

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Hi, I was wondering if there's anyone who's skilled and willing enough to create a small Source Filmmaker clip of Tracer using a toilet to poop & pee, with a camera to watch her release it inside the toilet, please? :3

Ive tried to do it myself but I just can't grasp how to use SFM for the life of me unfortunately :( I don't think there's any SFM clips of her doing this as far as I know so I would love to see one.

There's a really good SFM NSFW model of Tracer on sfmlab.com as well, it allows you to have her be fully clothed or fully nude and allows you to manipulate her genitals, id recommend using that model if anyone is actually willing to take up my request :p

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Hi I wonder if anyone has the knowledge and time to finish a translation of a Mos comic?
I will first upload the four translated and then the four that needs to be translated into English.
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I can add them to the pictures if you don't feel like, only need the translation.
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PAGE 3:
...もう二時間経ったのか
皆今日はこの辺にして授業は終わりにするぞー

それなら良かった。
そうだ、教材の餌はみな持ってきた?

はーい!

ちゃんと家の残飯ど生ゴミ持ってきたよ!

子宮の汁旨かったー


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はい
皆おまたせー
今日から皆楽しみの「調理実習」

やったー!
PAGE 4:
マン毛毟るの楽しかったー

皆、最期だから中もしっかり洗浄してあげてね
特にお尻

あらっ足開けっ


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Thanks :)
It does help with it being written out. A little easier to run it through translators.
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I love

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source?

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source?
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Literature
My first attempt at writing a snuff story. Not good I know, but would love some feedback still.

Arya of House Stark confidently strode into the great hall, flanked by two soldiers. the dim lights and crackling fire creating an oddly eerie atmosphere. The walls were lined with armed guards, towering over the significantly smaller girl. Not that Arya was worried, even if worst came to worst she was confident in her abilities to protect herself. There was nobody more lethal with a dagger than herself.

Not that there was anything to worry about of course.

Moving without a sound, light on her feet just as the faceless men had taught her, she stepped into the center. Walking quietly was just one of many skills the young assassin now commanded. Others were stealth and acting. Both of which had served her well in uncovering Littlefinger's ploys and schemes.

Littlefinger...Arya had last seen him in Harrenhal conspiring with Tywin Lannister against her brother Robb during the war of the five kings. She knew this man could not be trusted and had secretly shared her views and ideas with Sansa. She had agreed. Littlefinger was a vicious, small, spiteful man who was nothing but a nuisance. So together the Stark sisters had played a little game, tricking and teasing Littlefingers, uncovering his true intentions.

Even this supposed arrest was nothing but a farce, the two sisters keen to prolong their little fun game for as long as they pleased before getting rid of him. The plan was clear, make it appear like Arya was the one being charged before catching Littlefinger unawares and turning the tables on him. Of course, they could arrested him right away instead, but the sisters were intent on giving him as little preparation time as possible. So if he was arrested beforehand he likely might come up with some annoying scheme. No, better catch him by surprise, Arya was looking forward to see his glorious expression once reality dawned on the traitor from the Vale.

Barely able to restrain her gloating, having to try very hard to maintain her facade Arya folded her hands behind her lower back, grey eyes wandering between the flanking soldiers before briefly darting towards Littlefinger standing in the corner, and finally settling on her siblings seated at the high table.

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I like it! Short and straight to the point. Nice twist on the show's events, and, in some ways, it's a change for the better. I still can't believe how the later seasons of GOT turned Baelish into a shadow of his former self. Littlefinger I used to know would get the fuck out of Winterfell at the first mention of "Chaos is a ladder".

Canonically, there would probably be no post-mortem rape (faceless man or not, Arya was still nobility and someone Sansa was struggling to love throughout the season, I don't think she'd allow, let alone encourage such defilement), but hey, we're in Gurochan, so it's just a minor remark, not criticism.

Since you wanted feedback ( / critique?), here are a few points. But these don't mean that the story wasn't enjoyable, by any means! It definitely was.

* There are a few places in the text that would benefit from proofreading, i.e. Ctrl+F "the dim lights": a sentence starting with a capital letter, and one that isn't a grammatically correct standalone sentence (was it meant to be a comma there?). Same with "Littlefingers" in one instance. Also, I believe "War of the Five Kings" is written this way in-universe canonically, c.f. "World War II". And "they could arrested" should be "could have arrested" (and I believe there was one more such issue somewhere in the text that I can't find now). And "Every pair of seemed to stare her down" misses "eyes".

* Some occasional minor issues with the "flow" of the text. For example, "She had agreed." would work better as "Her sister had agreed.", since there are two female characters here and the abundance of "she" pronoun makes it confusing. Another thing is "Both of which had served her..." which should be a part of the previous sentence (this perhaps qualifies as a grammar thing instead of a stylistic issue, but don't quote me on that). There's also "Sansa took a breath, Arya feeling a rush of excitement" which feels... off, I think this structure works when parts of the sentence describe things that *one* person can perceive, like "Lara fell onto the floor, her leg hurting and her vision blurred". Same with "Her mind blank, no idea what to say.": this sentence consists of two of these "additional" parts but misses the main part with the actual subject and the verb. The sentence with "twisted and trembling" in it has the same issue. And "~~" has no place in proper writing.

* Speaking of style, the text sometimes jumps from a "literary" narrative style to a "casual speech" st

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>>11081

Oh my, thank you for that detailed response, sorry I only got back to you just now.

Yes, I'm aware that kind of thing wouldn't really be canon, but hey, like you said this is gurochan. ^^ Also, thank you for pointing the various grammar flaws. Admittedly, english isn't my first language so I barely even noticed most of them but I'll keep them in mind and improve.

Again, thank you for the detailed analysis, very much appreciated!

Artwork
These are some drawings by me. I'm just starting and both suggestions and feedback are welcome.
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hi, few weeks ago, i saw Samurai Shodown Sen fatalities (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxT3EVh7Hxs). if it possible to replace 3d models, it's very useful game. but i dont know about the game modding. this game has a pc mod(taito type x2). if someone know about modding, please help.

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please i really need to know the Source!
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the other page i've found
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>>8689

Quick google image lookup gave me this

https://hitomi.la/galleries/386585.html
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>>8713
when i tried myself, didn't give me much answers

so, thank you mate

Literature
int. hotel - hallway - night

JASON walks down the hallway until he comes to one particular door. He looks around and then knocks.

LISA
(from inside)
Come in.

He opens the door...

int. hotel - room 342 - bedchamber - night

...where the conjoined twins LOLA and LISA await him on the bed.

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I doubt it but, does anyone have the full set of this story? The pixiv artist had deleted their page unfortunately.

Role-playing
The purpose of this thread is to state about how you'd kidnap and have "fun" with a loli, shota or woman /teen or adult/. You can choose to kill them or keep them alive /and even fall in love with you/. Once your state your fantasy, you provide a pic and brief description of who your offering for someone else to write a fantasy about. I'll start.

Here's Rena Ryuga from Higurashi in her cute serafuku school uniform. Kidnap and have "fun" with her!
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If you'd prefer a loli, then here's a loli target......

Here's Rika Furude from Higurashi, kidnap and have "fun" with her!
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Just in case you'd prefer a shota target, here's one for you.....

Here's Nagisa from Danganronpa, kidnap and have "fun" with him!!
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i want to whip her
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>>2590

Well then, how would your fantasy involving Rena or Rika go beyond just whipping her?
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Is this still up?

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Can anyone edit the last panel (or add another one),so the pieces of her suit are either welded together,or that there are no seams between them.
Basically make her suit into one single piece of metal.
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Would it be possible to make a limbless edit of this as well?
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One of my first attempts at editing.
I've tried to remove the seams and the blood that was pouring out of them.

Honest criticism would be appreciated.
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Melony awoke, yet she had immediately regretted it, her head throbbed with a deep ache, clutching her temples with a pained groan, the night was a blur, coming together in fragments. She peered about her bed, pulling back her sheets to find it was empty, if she was waking up alone, the night did not end well, a waste of renting a large bed for the night.

Something did not feel right, it was the suspicion she had forgotten important, her mind trying to piece the fragments of last night together. There as a sudden need to check her things, pushing herself up, sitting amidst a tangle of downy covers, tight ringlets of chestnut brown hair spilling over bust.

She reached for the bedside, snatching up a leather pouch with a slap of her hand against the stiff dark oak of the nightstand. The lack of any weight in her hand made guts twist in worry, reaching inside it, only to have that sensation tighten into a cold knot of dread. She was broke, not a coin to rub between her fingers, yet she kept reaching inside the pouch in desperation, cursing under her breath in disbelief.

With a growl of contempt, she whipped the empty coin purse against the wall, the foggy memories settling in of where her money had gone. Vaguely recalling she had bet it all on a hand of poker, even her fucking horse left her possession that night.

She began to dress herself pushing her arms through a satin undershirt fastening up the front buttons, closing the frills of her garment over her chest. She wrapped her midsection in a black leather corset, pulling the strings taut, feeling the leather compressing around her body.

No money meant she would have no way to pay for this luxurious room, she could suck the innkeeper’s cock until it was smoother than polished marble, and she would barely even settle her drinking tab at best.

She wrapped her open skirt around her waist, the loose pleats of the white diaphanous fabric hanging at the midpoint of her thigh. As she dressed herself, she was thinking of the best way to get out of this mess, sitting back on the bed, pulling her silken black thong up her legs, and hitching it under her skirt.

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Well, that was fucking hot. I love monsters and huge cocks.
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Eyy, Tsade!

Recognize ya from the /efg/ thread!
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>>11145
Hiya! Gurochan would best be called my second home since a bulk of my commissions come from here and they don't mind my more extreme tastes.

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My girlfriend has 3 of this comics pages, but can't find the rest... Can you help me find the full comic for her?
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My girlfriend has 3 of this comics pages, but can't find the rest... Can you help me find the full comic for her?
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Club x by Dolcett
Full comic can be found at necrobabes.darkfetishnet.com/dolcett/main.htm

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This is more a script than a story, for a possible drawings sequence that one day someone could realize.


REBELS MUST DIE!

A group of three male soldiers and a female soldier patrols on the streets.
Two young female girls crossed their line and they recognized them as enemy recruits.
They were dressed in thight, olive green t-shirts cropped just below their breasts and khaki shorts low on their hips, leaving the whole belly naked and exposed. A pair of military boots and an army cap complete the garments. Their military clothes showed the group of experienced soldiers, that this two girls weren't professional soldiers yet.
The Soldiers watched the two young girls closely to recognize every movement of them. On of the soldiers said unhappy: "They are so young. It's a shame to waste such sexy bodies."
"I know, but they are old enough to take arms against us. They are indeed enemies. said the woman and the soldier, who had spoken at first thought, that her comrade was ready to kill the two girls already.
The Asian soldier announce loudly that the woman was right and she wished more of them got killed. So the woman say that they have no other choice but to kill the girls. She then call for an officer to direct the execution process (there is a military protocol for that). Then arrives the female officer and she states (like reading a death warrant) that the girls are found accomplice to rebellion and therefore are to be considered enemies of the state, and shall immediately executed with a bayonet in the naked belly, since int is the execution protocol fitted for enemy girl recruits wearing such garments.
The blonde-haired girl began to cry and begged for her life: "Oh, no please, I don't want to die. I promise to become a good girl!"
The officer come close to her, hugging her by the side with one arm around the shoulder, and reply "I'm sorry dear, but you two have choose the wrong side, therefore is my duty to assure these naked, youthful rebel bellies of yours get what they deserve" and she pressed a finger in the girl navel like imitating a bayonet.

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I would like to specify that I'm not against Vietnamese girls. I find Asian girls among the most sexy in the world.

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Looking for dead girls from the Anime my hero academy

Literature
Once upon a gurochan there was a multi part story about an island where rich people would buy and sell people to snuff. It was horrifically excellent. Until one dark day, a server shut down and it vanished without a trace. However, legends tell of the power of crowd sourcing and that it might one day bring back this lost tale (and possibly others) for all to revile and enjoy.
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I admit it, I enjoy being fucked up the ass.

As you will probably have already gathered, I - Alastair Simon Lawes - am not a man with many hangups about enjoying the things I find pleasure in. I'm a bisexual, necrophiliac murderer and cannibal, though interestingly I'm not a rapist. I don't find any joy in taking by force what so many people over the years have been willing to give me freely. Their intimacy, their virginities, even their lives and flesh. I'll gladly receive when given, but never take by force.

I'm also not aroused by urine or faecal matter. Some of the clients who come to my club are, and that's their prerogative, but for me there's nothing sexy about them at all. Give me saliva, semen, sweat and blood any day.

Anyway, where was I...? Oh yes. On a boat with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Janet – still gorgeous in her mid fifties – with a glass of wine in hand and a couple of fingers in her pussy, watching me suck and be fucked by two equally gorgeous (though much younger) men. She was wearing what was technically a long black evening dress, but honestly it was more like an ankle-length cloak with a broad strip of ruffled fabric across her midriff. It left her small, still-firm breasts and hairless pussy fully exposed, and her nipples were as hard as the diamond rings that pierced them.

The men I was fucking were Twin brothers, pierced and tattooed with that black over-the-eye emo haircut. The only way to tell them apart was that one's hair falls to the left, the other to the right.

There was certainly nothing different about their generously sized penises, as my very VERY close inspection was proving.

Lest you think this tale is going to purely involve my homosexual side, I'd just like to point out that my own cock was busily filling out my favourite employee, Bridget. Tall, lean and muscular, with straight brunette hair to the points of her shoulder blades and unsettling blue eyes. Not actually that beautiful, but with a sultry confidence and knowledge of her own sexual tastes that more than compensated.

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Worth Waiting For: Chapter 3



I woke to the sound of automatic weapons fire.

Nothing to worry about, of course. You can't live on your own private island in international waters without needing some protection, and the protection in this case comes in the form of a mercenary team who live and work on the island, protecting it from pirates and making sure that whenever somebody is snuffed on the island, they are consenting and have received permission from me.

Recruiting them is a tricky balance. The natural choice of person to act as private security for an island full of necrophiliacs and cannibals would be, well, necrophiliacs and cannibals. On the other hand, you really don't want to have emotionally unstable murderers wandering around with automatic weaponry. So, the trick is to find veteran mercs who are into snuff but not unstable, or ones who are so utterly jaded that they genuinely don't give a fuck so long as the pay's good. And the pay is VERY good.

The live fire training exercises and target practice that keeps them sharp can be a pain in the ass sometimes. The island isn't very big, so the sound of assault rifles will wake you up pretty much wherever you are, which is inconvenient if you have a massive hangover. That's why all the apartments are soundproofed.

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Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:34 ID: f33daf

In appreciation of the influx of consensual guro stories of late, I'll repost some more of this old classic by IMadeAWrite:



The Christmas event at Club Moros doesn't actually take place on Christmas day. People want to spend the day itself with their families after all, and even though most of us are thoroughly non-religious, there's still something about snuffing people on the day itself that feels... uncomfortable. So, the actual event is held two weeks before, on the tenth. And it is easily the most fun night of our year.

There is of course the attraction that it's one of the fifteen days per year on which we snuff one of the Moros girls, but there's also a tradition of gift-giving which is uniquely.... us.

The private yachts and planes have been arriving for days, each bearing a party of Moros club members and a number of gifts.

Many of those gifts will be for me. Others will be for other club members, or for the Moros girls. One or two will be gifts to the club as a whole, and all the gifts are the same: They are all living human beings, and by sunrise on the morning of December 11th, they will all be dead.

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Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:38 ID: f33daf

True to my word, June had to wait a long time before her end came.

The rest of December was spent enjoying her thoroughly. She still expected every day to be her last and was unreservedly sexual throughout. She shunned clothing and took every opportunity to fuck me or anyone else I ordered her to. Several times, I had her while we watched the ultra-slow motion footage of her family's death by exploding dildo.

Then the First of January came round, and it was time for the first M-girl snuff of the year. She spent the whole day quivering like a violin string, expecting to be chosen for a double-snuff that night.

The “lucky” girl that night was Eva, who was auctioned for ninety-three million to one of my favourite clients, a leading world expert in anaesthesia and pharmacology who regularly made use of willing M-net victims and Moros snuff events in unofficial (and unpublishable) clinical trials. With a shot of his latest creation to the back of her neck, Eva apparently felt no pain at all as the client and Bridget took her apart well past the point where shock and trauma would ordinarily have killed her. When she finally expired, she was staring in amazement at her own heart as it stopped beating.

January was a slightly calmer affair as June got used to the idea that I was serious about waiting for an opportunity to make her death genuinely special. Interestingly, we became more intimate. Our sex stopped being quite so frequent, vigorous and carnal and became more... intimate. I began to think of it as lovemaking rather than fucking. We'd spent the previous month trying pretty much everything, and I still fondly recall a fivesome with June, Bridget, Annie and a male client. Now, it was an exploration of just how good it could be to devote yourself to one person for a time.

On February the first, Mercedes “won” the lottery. She sold for a hundred and seventeen million and her purchaser decided to hang her from The Frame and bisect her lengthways with a chainsaw. I always enjoy it when somebody does that, because the result is inevitably spectacular, sending a fountain of blood and torn meat all over the club. Watching it got me so hard that my dick felt abnormally heavy, almost painful – as if I might snap it off if I exerted myself too hard. This didn't stop me from fucking June's tight anus for the first time while a young man – one of four new members of Club Moros present on the island for their first snuff night – took her from below. I love the sensation of another big, stiff prick rubbing against mine, especially through the narrow wall of flesh separating anus and pussy.

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Prettydead, you are amazing.

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