more font tag replacements (#17123)

* more font tag replacements * few more * more span conversion (#9) --------- Co-authored-by: Nadyr <41974248+Darlantanis@users.noreply.github.com>
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@@ -29,9 +29,9 @@ Category: Fiction
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-					<h1><font size="5">The Tale of the Rainbow Cat</font>
+					<h1>"} + span_giant("The Tale of the Rainbow Cat") + {"
 					<br><br>
-					<font size="2"><i>by Miyahara Koichiro</i></font></h1>
+					"} + span_normal(span_italics("by Miyahara Koichiro")) + {"</h1>
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@@ -46,13 +46,13 @@ Category: Fiction

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-					Once upon a time there was a cat, but he wasn't the kind of cat you're thinking of. He was from the land of the fairies and his fur was completely unexpected colors. For starters, his nose was <i>violet</i>. His eyes were <i>indigo</i>, his ears were <i>sky blue</i>, his front paws were <i>green</i>, his body was <i>yellow</i>, his back paws were <i>orange</i>, and his tail was <i>red</i>. So he was a mysterious cat of seven colors arranged just like a rainbow.
+					Once upon a time there was a cat, but he wasn't the kind of cat you're thinking of. He was from the land of the fairies and his fur was completely unexpected colors. For starters, his nose was "} + span_italics("violet") + {". His eyes were "} + span_italics("indigo") + {", his ears were "} + span_italics("sky blue") + {", his front paws were "} + span_italics("green") + {", his body was "} + span_italics("yellow") + {", his back paws were "} + span_italics("orange") + {", and his tail was "} + span_italics("red") + {". So he was a mysterious cat of seven colors arranged just like a rainbow.
 					<br><br>
 					That rainbow cat went on all sorts of strange adventures. The following story is one of them.
 					<br><br>
 					One day while the rainbow cat was sunbathing, he was suddenly vexed by boredom. That is to say, peace reigned in the land of the fairies, so nothing much was going on.
 					<br><br>
-					<i>It's not good for my health to spend all my time idling about as if I haven't got a care in the world,</i> he thought. <i>Perhaps I should head out and go on an adventure.</i>
+					"} + span_italics("It's not good for my health to spend all my time idling about as if I haven't got a care in the world,") + {" he thought. "} + span_italics("Perhaps I should head out and go on an adventure.") + {"
 					<br><br>
 					So he put a note up on his door: "Dear Mr. Post Man, I will be gone for two or three days, so if any packages or letters come, please throw them down the chimney."
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@@ -205,7 +205,7 @@ Category: Fiction
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 				<font color="#998666">One d</font><font color="#ad9e85">ay</font><font color="#b8ab94"> wh</font><font color="#c2b7a3">ile</font><font color="#ccc3b3"> A</font><font color="#d6cfc2">n</font><font color="#e0dbd1">dy wa</font><font color="#ebe7e0">s mas</font>
 				<br><br><br><br><br><br>
-				<font color="#998666"><i>It fades out quickly into worn, blank pages. You feel as though you've found a relic of times long past.</i></font>
+				<font color="#998666">"} + span_italics("It fades out quickly into worn, blank pages. You feel as though you've found a relic of times long past.") + {"</font>
 				<hr>
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@@ -325,7 +325,7 @@ Category: Fiction
 					<br><br><br>
 					<div class="border">
 					<h1>Poems for a Rainy Day</h1><br>
-					<i>A Collection of Poetry<br>by Wilfred Owen</i><br><br>
+					"} + span_italics("A Collection of Poetry<br>by Wilfred Owen") + {"<br><br>
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@@ -339,7 +339,7 @@ Category: Fiction
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-					<b>Anthem for Doomed Youth</b>
+					"} + span_bold("Anthem for Doomed Youth") + {"
 					<hr>
 					<div class="border">
 					What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
@@ -368,7 +368,7 @@ Category: Fiction
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-					<b>The Send-Off</b>
+					"} + span_bold("The Send-Off") + {"
 					<hr>
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 					Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way<br>
@@ -403,7 +403,7 @@ Category: Fiction
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-					<b>Dulce et Decorum Est</b>
+					"} + span_bold("Dulce et Decorum Est") + {"
 					<hr>
 					<div class="border">
 					Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,<br>
@@ -432,8 +432,8 @@ Category: Fiction
 					Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--<br>
 					My friend, you would not tell with such high zest<br>
 					To children ardent for some desperate glory,<br>
-					The old Lie: <i>Dulce et decorum est<br>
-					Pro patria mori.</i><br>
+					The old Lie: "} + span_italics("Dulce et decorum est<br>") + {"
+					"} + span_italics("Pro patria mori.") + {"<br>
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@@ -461,9 +461,9 @@ Category: Fiction
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 					<body>
 					<br><br>
-					<h1><i>Silence</i><br></h1>
+					<h1>"} + span_italics("Silence") + {"<br></h1>
 					<br><br><br><br>
-					<i>By<br>Samara McCollough</i>
+					"} + span_italics("By<br>Samara McCollough") + {"
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 					"},
@@ -479,7 +479,7 @@ Category: Fiction
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 					The door gave under Sergei's gloved fist and crashed silently to the floor, twisted around its remaining plastic hinge.<br><br>
 					"Whoops," Sergei's voice mumbled through the earpiece. Michael didn't need to look at the his partner to know that beneath his helmet, the Texan was cringing.<br><br>
-					"S'all right." A pristine environment would make their job easier, but salvaging didn't require perfection. Michael softly shouldered past the younger man and moved into the abandoned living quarters, careful not to snag his suit. Other than the ruined door, the room was in mint condition. Depressurization had clearly been a gentle process here; air slowly leaking through seals that had been designed for hours of vacuum exposure, not years. The left side of the room was taken up by a desk, with a bunk bed situated at a comfortable height above. On the right was what appeared to a be a closet set into the wall, as well as a recessed table with some kind of lab equipment on it which Michael's salvaging experience immediately filed away as <i>valuable</i>. <br><br>
+					"S'all right." A pristine environment would make their job easier, but salvaging didn't require perfection. Michael softly shouldered past the younger man and moved into the abandoned living quarters, careful not to snag his suit. Other than the ruined door, the room was in mint condition. Depressurization had clearly been a gentle process here; air slowly leaking through seals that had been designed for hours of vacuum exposure, not years. The left side of the room was taken up by a desk, with a bunk bed situated at a comfortable height above. On the right was what appeared to a be a closet set into the wall, as well as a recessed table with some kind of lab equipment on it which Michael's salvaging experience immediately filed away as "} + span_italics("valuable") + {". <br><br>
 					The cabin's walls, floors, furniture, and even bed sheets were an almost uniform gray. Any discernible difference in shade was whitewashed out by the harsh light emanating from a large rounded rectangle in the wall opposite to the door. Michael stared at the rectangle, not sure he believed what he was seeing. Behind him, Sergei swore softly.<br><br>
 					"That's a real window." He murmured. "Like, not a screen. I've never seen one of those on a starship before."<br><br>
 					"Me neither." Michael wondered what it was made of. Even from the doorway he could see that the material had to be more than half a meter thick, completely penetrating the inner and outer hull of the ship. Suddenly anxious, he checked his Geiger; the rad count was unchanged. He grunted in surprise. "Well, it's shielded, whatever it is. Let's get what we came for."
@@ -509,8 +509,8 @@ Category: Fiction
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-				<b>My Rock</b><br>
-				<i>by Roman Pilduski</i><br><br>
+				"} + span_bold("My Rock") + {"<br>
+				"} + span_italics("by Roman Pilduski") + {"<br><br>
 				<div class="border">
 				<br>I have a rock. It is with me anywhere I go.<br><br>
 				I'm accustomed to my rock, its weight is always present.<br><br>
@@ -555,7 +555,7 @@ Category: Fiction
 					<br><br><br>
 					<div class="border">
 					<h1>Ghost Ship</h1>
-					<i>by Ogawa Mimei</i><br><br>
+					"} + span_italics("by Ogawa Mimei") + {"<br><br>
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@@ -717,16 +717,16 @@ Category: Fiction
 					To wait the coming morrow.<br><br>
 					The hound was still, the birds said naught,<br>
 					The fox denied he had been caught,<br>
-					The bear cried "<i>This is just our lot</i>",<br>
+					The bear cried ""} + span_italics("This is just our lot") + {"",<br>
 					And surrendered to his pain.<br>
 					But the cat stood up and shook his head<br>
 					And rising from his metal bed<br>
-					He said: "<i>For now, I am not dead,<br>
-					And I will not die in vain!</i>"<br><br>
+					He said: ""} + span_italics("For now, I am not dead,") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("And I will not die in vain!") + {""<br><br>
 					He cried aloud with much disdain<br>
 					And tore about his stark domain<br>
-					And said "<i>These walls cannot contain<br>
-					A force as strong as I!</i>"<br>
+					And said ""} + span_italics("These walls cannot contain") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("A force as strong as I!") + {""<br>
 					And the fox just laughed, and the birds all cried<br>
 					And the bear knotted up himself and died<br>
 					But the hare looked on as the poor cat tried<br>
@@ -785,9 +785,9 @@ Category: Fiction
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-					<h1><font size="5">RA<br>-<br>Issue 142</font>
+					<h1>"} + span_giant("RA<br>-<br>Issue 142") + {"
 					<br><br>
-					<font size="2"><i>by Jawn Mancer</i></font></h1>
+					"} + span_normal(span_italics("by Jawn Mancer")) + {"</h1>
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@@ -802,15 +802,15 @@ Category: Fiction
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 					<center>RA - Issue 142</center><br>
 					<div class="borders">
-					<center>"<i>Engie! You must be calm when waking the animals! I hope you are better at ice-skating and making nests!</i>" was the Captain's critique when I explained where and why I had left the "<i>most precious shovel</i>".<br><br>
-					"<i>Do you how the cost of shovel replacement?! I'd have to take on another business loan and the bank manager is already giving me dirty looks and not talking to me!</i>" Captain had continued to rant. If the Photoshop worm monster ate me instead of the shovel, I think Captain would be slightly less upset.<br><br>***<br><br>
+					<center>""} + span_italics("Engie! You must be calm when waking the animals! I hope you are better at ice-skating and making nests!") + {"" was the Captain's critique when I explained where and why I had left the ""} + span_italics("most precious shovel") + {"".<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("Do you how the cost of shovel replacement?! I'd have to take on another business loan and the bank manager is already giving me dirty looks and not talking to me!") + {"" Captain had continued to rant. If the Photoshop worm monster ate me instead of the shovel, I think Captain would be slightly less upset.<br><br>***<br><br>
 					Was that even Photoshop? It seemed slightly bigger and longer. Can't be sure of anything these days. I'm afraid that someday I'll finally succumb to botulism or some sort of other poisoning and that will be the end.</center><br><br>
 					I'll see something that's not there and fall off a cliff. Or slip into a snow crevice and slowly sink deeper and deeper... and nobody will find me or help me.<br><br>
 					Brrr.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
 					I find myself developing a severe paranoia of snow in addition to my severe hypochondria.<br><br>
 					After my encounter with the shovel-eating monster, I started to throw rocks ahead of me and then walk only onto the spots where the rocks didn't sink into the snow.<br><br>
 					You can never be sure that there isn't something horrible under there.<br><br>
-					<b>EVER.</b>
+					"} + span_bold("EVER.") + {"
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@@ -827,9 +827,9 @@ Category: Fiction
 					Thank god my Chionophobia isn't anywhere like Snippy's. He seems calm on the surface, except some times.... Eeesh.<br><br>
 					I recollect that one time he went completely bonkers when a large snowflake fell onto his lens. Freaking out, flailing and screaming, total full psychotic breakdown. Thank god Captain poured tea onto his mask as a distraction of sorts.<br><br>
 					He even ranted afterwards about living snowflakes and how they planned to shatter his lenses, cut him up and drill into his head to sample his organic juices.<br><br>
-					"<i>Watch out for the snowflakes,</i>" he later told me. "<i>They cannot be trusted!</i>"<br><br>
-					"<i>What are they gonna do? Pick me up and carry me away to the North Pole?</i>" I jokingly commented.<br><br>
-					"<i>I am serious!! I'm not crazy! I know it sounds crazy, but the snowflakes were planning to kill us all!</i>" He shouted, flapping his arms psychotically.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("Watch out for the snowflakes,") + {"" he later told me. ""} + span_italics("They cannot be trusted!") + {""<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("What are they gonna do? Pick me up and carry me away to the North Pole?") + {"" I jokingly commented.<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("I am serious!! I'm not crazy! I know it sounds crazy, but the snowflakes were planning to kill us all!") + {"" He shouted, flapping his arms psychotically.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
 					Snippy's mental condition worries me. I think Captain is only aggravating it with nonsensical demands.<br><br>
 					I hope that Snippy doesn't stab me with a trowel, while my back is turned. What if he's extremely jealous of my shovel's size and if it only takes a little snowflake to push him over the edge...<br><br>
 					What if he discovers, remembers who I am?<br><br>
@@ -849,23 +849,23 @@ Category: Fiction
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 					I'm afraid of Charles Snippy. So very afraid.<br><br>
 					He always keeps glancing at that little Captain's heart cup like that thing is about to grow legs and walk off or something.<br><br>
-					"<i>Jeez. It's just a cup man, relax,</i>" I told him.<br><br>
-					"<i>No</i>" he answered, "<i>It is something abhorrent! It's motives are unclear! I know whether not to trust it!</i>" He began to postulate.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("Jeez. It's just a cup man, relax,") + {"" I told him.<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("No") + {"" he answered, ""} + span_italics("It is something abhorrent! It's motives are unclear! I know whether not to trust it!") + {"" He began to postulate.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
 					I think that Snippy's mental state is slowly sliding towards Captain's. Talking to inanimate objects, inventing strange stories, shouting at nothing.<br><br>
 					Recently I overheard Snippy yelling:<br><br>
-					<center>"<i>I'm ALIVE! WHAT? No! You did WHAT?! I'm alive, I don't care what it is you did!</i>" </center><br><br>
+					<center>""} + span_italics("I'm ALIVE! WHAT? No! You did WHAT?! I'm alive, I don't care what it is you did!") + {"" </center><br><br>
 					I looked through a crack in the wall at him. He was definitely having another episode. From the one sided conversation and his hand poses I deduced that he was talking to his scarf.<br><br><center>***</center><br>
-					"<i>I am human! I just want to be normal!</i>"<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("I am human! I just want to be normal!") + {""<br><br>
 					Snippy shouted;<br><br>
-					<center><i>"STOP ASKING!"<br>
-					"TOO LATE?!"<br>
-					"WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY SPINE ALONE!"<br>
-					"PUT MY LIVER BACK!"<br>
-					"STOP SLIDING MY ORGANS AROUND!"<br>
-					"WHAT?!"<br>
-					"DON'T DO THAT!"<br>
-					"NO, I DON'T WANT TO EAT METAL!"<br>
-					"I DON'T CARE HOW CONVENIENT IT IS TO HAVE SEVENTEEN APPENDAGES!"</i></center><br>
+					<center>"} + span_italics("\"STOP ASKING!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"TOO LATE?!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY SPINE ALONE!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"PUT MY LIVER BACK!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"STOP SLIDING MY ORGANS AROUND!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"WHAT?!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"DON'T DO THAT!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"NO, I DON'T WANT TO EAT METAL!\"") + {"<br>
+					"} + span_italics("\"I DON'T CARE HOW CONVENIENT IT IS TO HAVE SEVENTEEN APPENDAGES!\"") + {"</center><br>
 					I figured Snippy imagined that the scarf kept offering him some kind of super-powers, including immortality and he was rejecting them.
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@@ -882,7 +882,7 @@ Category: Fiction
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 					When I was young, I often wished somebody offered me superpowers.<br><br>
 					Sigh.<br><br>
-					I'd be like "<i>Hells yeah, I'd like to be immortal and have the strength of 10</i>". I always hated the novels in which characters chose to be human instead of accepting greatness. This was one of the reasons I've created Project Seven- to find someone who is truly great... even if lacking the human condition. I really should have known that a super with powers of luck would turn out to be a highly confused, carefree imbecile.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
+					I'd be like ""} + span_italics("Hells yeah, I'd like to be immortal and have the strength of 10") + {"". I always hated the novels in which characters chose to be human instead of accepting greatness. This was one of the reasons I've created Project Seven- to find someone who is truly great... even if lacking the human condition. I really should have known that a super with powers of luck would turn out to be a highly confused, carefree imbecile.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
 					Was I wrong? Maybe.<br><br>
 					Did I doom humanity by launching that search query?<br>
 					<center>Perhaps.</center><br><center>***</center><br>
@@ -919,9 +919,9 @@ Category: Fiction
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-					<h1><font size="5">RA<br>-<br>Issue 147</font>
+					<h1>"} + span_giant("RA<br>-<br>Issue 147") + {"
 					<br><br>
-					<font size="2"><i>by Jawn Mancer</i></font></h1>
+					"} + span_normal(span_italics("by Jawn Mancer")) + {"</h1>
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@@ -938,12 +938,12 @@ Category: Fiction
 					<h1>RA - ISSUE 147</h1>
 					<div class="borders">
 					<h1>ENTRY 57893__3342 : PRIORITY 1 ADMIN : DR ALEXANDER GROMOV :</h1>
-					"<i>I am immune to the broadcasting signal.</i>" Snippy said and it suddenly dawned on me.<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("I am immune to the broadcasting signal.") + {"" Snippy said and it suddenly dawned on me.<br><br>
 					The weak broadcasting signal that was coming from the Undead... it reactivated my own neural receivers!<br><br>
 					It meant that I could potentially access some sort of useful information via the G-Directorate subnet drive in my backpack.<br><br>
 					Information that I presumed lost. Information about ANNET's new army of spam-bots, their positions, their weaknesses.<br><br>
 					Anything that could help me survive this mess.<br><br>
-					"<i>R:/login admin control... launch grid browser protocol... private browsing, full control,</i>" I whispered.<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("R:/login admin control... launch grid browser protocol... private browsing, full control,") + {"" I whispered.<br><br>
 					The broadcasting signal responded! A little G appeared in my right eye, with signal strength signage.<br><br>
 					It showed one and a half signal bars. Good enough!<br><br>
 					Glowing letters formed in my right eye.<br><br>
@@ -973,7 +973,7 @@ Category: Fiction
 					SUBJECT'S MENTAL NEURAL PATTERN DEEMED... UNSCANNABLE.<br>
 					SUBJECT IS CONFIRMED TO BE BRAIN-DEAD.<br>
 					***</center><br><br>
-					"<i>Wait... you are... UNSCANNABLE?!</i>" I cried out in surprise.<br><br>
+					""} + span_italics("Wait... you are... UNSCANNABLE?!") + {"" I cried out in surprise.<br><br>
 					What did Snippy just ramble back? He's the last one? What?<br><br>
 					Does he not even realize that he's theoretically brain dead?<br><br>
 					Has nobody ever told him that?<br><br>
@@ -30,17 +30,17 @@ CATEGORY: Fiction
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-					<i>The</i><br>
+					"} + span_italics("The") + {"<br>
 					</p><p class="font1">
-					<b>CHRONICLES</b><br>
+					"} + span_bold("CHRONICLES") + {"<br>
 					</p><p class="font2">
-					<i>of</i><br>
+					"} + span_italics("of") + {"<br>
 					</p><p class="font1">
-					<b>MARGATA</b><br>
+					"} + span_bold("MARGATA") + {"<br>
 					</p>
-					<font size="3">VOLUME I</font>
+					"} + span_large("VOLUME I") + {"
 					<br><br><br><br>
-					<font size="4">MOLLY<br>HIGHLANDER</font>
+					"} + span_huge("MOLLY<br>HIGHLANDER") + {"
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@@ -201,7 +201,7 @@ CATEGORY: Fiction
 					<div>Gadroc had gold poop for a week.</div>
 					<br>
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-					<h1><b>Fin.</b></h1>
+					<h1>"} + span_bold("Fin.") + {"</h1>
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@@ -39,7 +39,7 @@ CATEGORY: Fiction
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-					<b>That night at the dinner table</b> he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. "My God, what is it?" She looked up at him, bright-eyed.
+					"} + span_bold("That night at the dinner table") + {" he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. "My God, what is it?" She looked up at him, bright-eyed.
 					<br><br>
 					"Well, open it."
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@@ -383,4 +383,4 @@ CATEGORY: Fiction
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-					"})
+					"})