All right, guys, it's SnowLucario again. Now, it is time for the beginning of the third and final installment in the Wing And A Scare trilogy: Rise Of The Enemy!
I'm hoping that we can garner more reviews on this one than on the last two. I'm not sure how many chapters it's going to be, but it's likely to be the shortest in the trilogy, so there is that. For much of the time I was writing this, I was also writing Four Seasons, and the now-deleted Underworld, and juggling two stories at once is difficult.
Again, it is HIGHLY recommended you read the other two, Wing And A Scare and Attack Of The Anglars, first before going to this one. In order to understand much of it, you will need to read those two. There is plenty of exposition in this first chapter, but I still think you should read the actual events first. That is, in my opinion, the best way to read things so that you do not get spoiled beforehand. That's also the reason for the bare-bones summary. I don't want to spoil things for you guys that have just come across my profile and figure out how the third story begins.
Before we begin, let me give you a warning. This story is decidedly darker than the others. You'll see what I mean.
Also, Question & Answer is in play here, so:
Question: What is your favorite color?
In any case, let's get this thing going!
Hello.
If you have not listened to the other two recordings, known as Wing And A Scare and Attack Of The Anglars, I would prefer you to listen to those first just so you get the full story. You may feel lost if you just listen to this one.
My name is Lucas Enfield. I'm seventeen years old, and I was a member of the Star Enfield team during the Second Lylat War. You might be wondering, how did I get to this point?
You see, when I lived in Swanville, Maine, I went out to a Christmas ball at school with my then-girlfriend, Willow Foster. We had a great time there, except for something that happened during our walk back.
Along the way back to her home, we were shot with tranquilizer darts and taken to the Grey Clouds Flight Academy. Once we were there, we learned that the Cornerian army needed our help to win their war against the Anglars. We weren't happy about it, but we became reluctant mercenaries against our will. That was just the way it worked.
There were a lot of cases there where our lives were at risk. At one point, the flight simulator, which had been tampered with by Wolf O'Donnell, had literally spun me into unconsciousness. On another occasion, I'd gotten caught in an avalanche and trapped under many feet of snow and ice. But nothing so crazy happened until another student arrived from Houston, Texas.
His name was Konstantin Brockenbough, and he instantly attracted a lot of attention by flipping off the Cornerian flag while singing a song he perceived as patriotic. Thus, when the Anglars came and attacked the school, and the staff needed a scapegoat to pin the blame on, Konstantin fell right into the firing line.
He hadn't done anything wrong, but he was still tried and sentenced to death by a 7-5 vote. We freed him from his cell in the middle of the night, which was a very big risk to take. Then, we'd gone traveling throughout the Lylat System, fighting enemies in various planets and space sectors, even staying in Fichina for a time.
Eventually, we managed to take Macbeth and Area 6, making it our war to lose. Indeed, we won the battle on Venom pretty handily, except for the fact that Andrew Oikonny, a member of the Star Wolf team, managed to inject me with an extremely powerful drug that mimicked the effects of the Imperius Curse from the Harry Potter books. As a result, I killed Jack Novsky, the weapons expert we had hired in Cartagena.
This had ultimately been one of the main factors in Willow Foster, my girlfriend at the time, breaking up with me.
Since then, I'd become vice president of Corneria and been diagnosed with a potentially fatal illness that had come as a result of the injection. I suppose that the third and final part of the story begins on June 12, 201Y.
The sunlight streaming into the room woke me up. At first, I was content to lie in bed for a while longer, since it was harder and harder to get out of bed every morning, but I remembered that today was a very special day. Just to confirm it, I looked over at my iPad charging on my bedside table.
7:25 AM. Wednesday, June 12.
Yes. It was my birthday today. I knew I didn't want to miss it, not a single bit of it that I hadn't missed already. Before my illness, I'd always been a morning person. Not anymore.
I got up and brushed my teeth, before looking at some of the photographs that adorned my dresser. They brought back memories, some of which I wanted to relive, some of which I didn't. However, I found that looking at pictures of what had happened previously was important in maintaining my sanity, so I did this pretty much every morning for the last two and a half months.
One picture that was standing on top of the dresser was of me and Cole, whom you might consider my best friend, or at least one of them. This picture had been taken on the Great Fox, while we were playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl together. Each of us were clutching a GameCube controller in our hands, with wild expressions on our faces. There was no doubt that both of us were enjoying virtually beating the other person to a pulp, while caring about each other so much in real life. And, really, how could we not care about each other? We'd been through so much together.
The next picture had been taken by Falco, once again on the Great Fox. This one was of Jack working on one of the Arwings. It was pretty depressing for me to look at now, given that I was Jack's killer. It might not have been my fault, but that didn't mean that I didn't have the right to feel just a little bit guilty about it.
Because I did feel guilty, more than a little bit. More like a lot, but that's beside the point. If I was going to properly atone for what I had done wrongly, there was really no other option than to try to do as much good as possible. Now that I was vice president, that was my main goal. I just wanted to help the citizens of Corneria more than I already had by helping them win the war against the Anglar army.
And me. I was in a lot of them. Triumphantly striding down a runway. Getting medical supplies into the Great Fox. Lying unconscious in a hospital bed. I didn't ask to have those pictures removed, because Falco seemed to love them. Plus, I cared about Falco a lot now, now that I was living with him and Dr. Howler in my new apartment.
Most of them were pleasant memories, but some of them were not. Really, I was fine with that. All I cared about was that those times were behind us. As much as that was true, it would also be true to say that there were plenty of hard times still ahead of us.
My illness, you might ask? I was taking pills three times a day, at every meal, to control the illness. Their hope was to consolidate the bad blood (no pun intended) and take it out, which the medication was supposed to help with. If necessary, they were going to give me a blood transfusion right on the operating table, because the poison was a big deal. It had taken over so much of my blood that I'd likely die from the sheer amount taken out. That's why it had to be done as a surgical procedure.
The idea of it scared me, but not that much. I knew that Cornerian hospitals were world-class, and I would more than likely survive and recover quickly. That is, if I even made it to that point.
My life expectancy, if the treatment had not worked, was estimated at around three months. That was three months from my diagnosis at the end of March. This meant that, if the treatment wasn't working, I might not live to see July.
Every week, testing was done to see if the medication was helping at all. Each time I came in, I was hoping for some change. Some sign that it was working. But after two months of this, there didn't seem to have been any effect. It was starting to look like this might be my last birthday after all.
Well, let's make the most of today like I'm gonna die young, I thought.
In spite of this, I was still taking the medication, and suffering for it. The doctor who'd told me about all the side effects, Dr. Tuskland, formerly of Fichina, hadn't been kidding. On two occasions, Dr. Howler, my personal physician, had to hook me up to an IV because I was throwing up too much and unable to drink. My hair wasn't going to fall out, but I now slept for twelve hours a day, which pissed me off. If I wasn't going to live for too much longer, couldn't I have at least spent most of that time awake?
It was getting harder and harder to get out of bed every morning. Sometimes, Falco had to bring me breakfast in bed. Other times, my bones ached so much that it was difficult to walk. Today was one of my good days, and I still felt like I'd just done several minutes of planks. That was how bad it was.
To make matters worse, we were constantly worried about a new threat. Even though the Anglars had been defeated, that didn't mean we had nothing to be afraid of. Andross, the main villain of Star Fox 64, had apparently risen, meaning that he would need to be taken care of. And we didn't know how we were going to do it.
Many people still didn't know this, because, if Andross truly had risen (Fox McCloud had told Falco, who had relayed the news to us), he wasn't using his fleet to its full potential. So far, there had been no bombings or shootings on major buildings, so the mad scientist was clearly keeping a low profile. Which I supposed I would do in the same situation, so good on you, Andross, for doing that.
In short, Andross rising seemed to be identical to Andross not rising. It had made no discernable difference, and I could only wonder how much longer that would last for.
Because, at some point, Andross was going to show himself to the world, and all hell was going to break loose.
Breakfast could have been a very nice affair. Dr. Howler, who understood that I often didn't feel very hungry, had made strawberry pancakes for me. For those of you who don't know, strawberry pancakes are one of my favorite breakfasts.
Not only that, but Dr. Howler was also a very good cook, having kept us all well fed while on the Great Fox during the war. It really was a pretty good feeling, knowing that there was someone who cared about you other than your parents.
Particularly my parents...
I'm going to reopen that can of worms. In case you haven't learned this yet, my parents basically sold me to the Grey Clouds Flight Academy, the school that had been our home for roughly seven weeks. It was a flight academy that had had a huge hangar, as well as various other facilities.
Unfortunately, it had had to be abandoned after the Anglars came and invaded, forcing us to flee. I still had a scar from that attack, which only gave me a small twinge of pain every so often. Poison straight from Venom didn't go away easily. The little yellow pills I took with breakfast every morning were a testament to that.
I ate as much of the pancakes as I could (about half of the stack of three), before I pushed aside my birthday breakfast. "I'm stuffed" I said, rubbing my stomach.
"That's okay" Dr. Howler said. "I'll put it in the fridge, you can have the rest tomorrow. Did you like the pancakes?"
"Yes, they were divine" her fiance, Falco, said.
Falco and Dr. Howler were engaged to be married four days from today. I hoped that I would live to see the wedding. If only this stupid medication was working...
"That's good to know, because I might make them again sometime. You know, being a housekeeper is something new for me, and it's something that I am quite liking".
Dr. Howler wasn't someone that you would never expect to want to become a housewife as well as being a doctor. She had that mother-hen personality, even though she was a Bengal tiger. Perhaps she saw all of us as her cubs, which was a little disturbing to think about, but whatever.
"And I'm going to invite your friends to dinner tonight. Here, so as not to...you know".
I knew exactly what she was talking about. These days, I rarely left the apartment due to my lack of energy. And the lack of energy was caused by the medicine that didn't seem to be working right now. We'd find out in three days if it was having any effect, but I wasn't optimistic. Each time it had happened previously, my hopes had gone up, only to come crashing down to earth.
"Cole, Ian, and Konstantin?" I said, making sure that those were the people she meant.
"Yes" she said. "Do you have any other people in mind? I'm perfectly willing to invite W-".
"Don't speak the name in front of me!" I hissed.
"Whoa...sorry, Lucas. It's just, I was wondering if she...you know...wanted to come".
"Dr. Howler, we haven't spoken in more than two months. What makes you think she wants to have dinner with us? She was the one who broke up with me".
"She said she was sorry, Lucas" Falco said, reprimanding me. "She isn't inviting your ex to dinner. Right, Tigre?"
Dr. Howler looked up from her list of people to call. "Nope. I'm not going to invite her. It's Lucas's birthday, after all. It's his choice who to invite".
"Good" I said. I didn't need that on my birthday.
After that, I went back up to my room. I was supposed to be working on a new piece of legislation, but, as happened quite a lot, my thoughts were all scattered. This wasn't a side effect of the medication, it was just in my nature. After all, I do have Asperger's, and sometimes I have obsessive interests over certain things.
I thought of my ex-girlfriend, Willow Foster. She'd been by my side for months as we'd travelled throughout the Lylat System, fighting on one planet after another, but after Andrew had injected me with an incredibly powerful drug that effectively made me his puppet, she'd ditched me, saying that she could never look at me the same way again.
What was she afraid of from me, anyway? Domestic violence, was she worried that I'd become abusive towards her?
Other possible worried of her were, I was afraid to admit, not as unfounded as that. She was worried that the drug was still in me somehow, and that was true; it was. It was slowly killing me, and now we were getting to the point where the end was near. I didn't have much time left.
Was there a possibility that she knew I was like a grenade? Much like Hazel in The Fault In Our Stars? No, that made no sense, because I'd only been diagnosed after she had broken up with me. She couldn't have known?
But we're talking about Willow Foster here. A girl who once snuck out of bed at the academy one night, and sat with me under the stars on multiple occasions. For obvious reasons, I now looked back on those moments and facepalmed.
For three days, I hadn't eaten, overwhelmed by grief and fear of what was going to happen now that I had a potentially terminal illness. I remembered Dr. Howler's threat, the only reason I had started eating again. And it had been hard, because I had very little appetite these days.
In any case...back to my project. I'd been at the computer for two hours when I started to feel a little drowsy from staring at the screen. I'd highlighted the different parts of the law in different colors, but that didn't seem to be helping. In addition, I was feeling a little dizzy as well. Again, this was nothing new; this was one of the side effects of all the pills I was taking.
I'm in an underground laboratory. Ahead of me is a tall man, and I'm holding a gun. I REALLY want to shoot this man...but do I? Do I?
Willow is pleading with me...she doesn't want me to do it. Is Jack...no, Jack's pleading too. That ape wants me to kill Jack, huh?
...I remember this. I had to shoot him...I'm not going to shoot him...I'm NOT!
I sat up. I realized that I'd just dozed off in front of the computer. This had been happening more and more frequently lately. Sometimes, Falco or Dr. Howler would come while I was asleep and tuck me into bed, which was kind of embarrassing. I didn't like to dwell on it, just because it was so humiliating.
Luckily, this was not one of those times. I simply sat up in my chair and continued working on the law I was writing, which related to taxes in Corneria. Much like in the system you have in the United States, the vice president of Corneria is also the president of the Senate. Due to the nature of Corneria City (divided into 37 districts, each with 3 representatives), there was no possibility of a tie. Instead, I simply acted as the senior Senator, presiding over everything. I was also given the ability to write legislation along with a smaller committee, which the rest of the Senate would vote on. Then, it went to the President for vetoing, except that there was no veto override here. The President always had the final say, no exceptions.
The current President was General Pepper. If something were to happen to him, I was going to become President. I, a seventeen-year-old boy, could be a heartbeat away from the most powerful position in the Lylat System!
I hadn't even bothered to ask them to make me ineligible for the Presidency due to my illness. If it were to get out that I was seriously ill, it would be an absolute shitshow in the streets. People would go wild, and probably a number of them would die. It was vital that order be maintained, especially if there was a strong possibility that Andross could be invading.
I reminded myself what was important right now, and I finished working on one segment on taxes. Then, I went down to lunch with Falco and Dr. Howler.
I spent the majority of the afternoon working on the law, then decided to play video games until my friends arrived for dinner. Ever since the breakup, and especially as my health had gotten worse and worse, I'd spent more and more time confined in my room, without much social interaction.
Sometimes, this was the way I liked it. Privacy meant that it was easier for me to do my job as Vice President, which was important. The country still needed to function.
Other times, like today, I was glad that my friends would be coming over.
At six in the evening, Dr. Howler went to get the door. After opening it (I was standing behind her), she revealed my friends, all standing behind it.
Cole McCallen was the farthest one to the left. His greasy black hair was, for a change, far more orderly and neat. This was not surprising, considering that he was now a Senator. He was about my age, only a few months younger, and kept saving my life. He was once a juvenile delinquent from Detroit. However, getting sent to the flight academy helped to make him a better person. Now, he always toed the line, making him an ideal person for a government job. He lived several miles from me, so I only saw him during our weekly Senate meetings.
Ian Keller was in the middle. He was two and a half years older than me, with short blonde hair. He was a normal-to-above normal height and fairly skinny. His blue eyes looked very intelligent from behind his spectacles, but, much like with Cole, it was to be expected. He worked at a scientific lab, but he did this purely for fun due to the fact that the Cornerian government was providing for him. He had used to go by the alias of "Seventy-Four" and wear a gas mask everywhere he went, but he had dispensed with it now. He looked a lot more confident now that he had something to do. His job in the lab often kept him up during the beginning of the night, he was a busy guy, so I didn't see him too often.
Konstantin Brockenbough was on the far right. He was twenty years old, and he was the one who had, in effect, started the Star Enfield team, initially a coalition to rescue him from the underground prison cell. Now that he was pardoned and working in the military as a commander, I hardly ever got the chance to see him. Maybe once at a military banquet I'd been obligated to attend, but we had barely even acknowledged each other on that occasion. Even so, we remained on good terms, so I was not disappointed to see him here.
"Welcome, guys" I said casually, allowing them to step into the apartment.
"Wow, this place is sweet!" Cole said.
"That's one of the perks of being the VP".
"We're ordering pizza" said Falco. "What type do you guys like?"
"Pepperoni with pineapple and no cheese" I said. I just really didn't like cheese that much, and it also had to do with the fact that it was a little rich for my tastes.
"Sausage and mushrooms!" Ian and Konstantin cried out at the same time.
"I guess...just pepperoni, then" Cole said.
"So that's three pizzas" Dr. Howler said, writing all of our orders down. She then went over to the phone to order the pizza, while we went up to my room.
I showed them around, each of my three friends letting out gasps of wonder when they saw all of my photographs. They thought it was pretty cool, which was definitely something I could agree with. I was proud of a lot of those pictures, because they showed another side of me to the boy who was terminally ill. It showed someone who had taken a lot of hits, but was also kind of a badass.
"Have you talked to Willow lately, Lucas?" Cole asked me.
Of the three of them, Cole was the only one who did not yet know of my breakup. Ian and Konstantin had both been made aware of it.
"We broke up" I said, trying not to betray too much emotion. Even though Cole was my friend, I didn't want him to see how much it had affected me.
"Oh" he said. "Sorry".
"No problem", I said, "she was a jerk anyways".
We went up to my room and began playing Mario Kart until Dr. Howler came up and told us that the food was here. After she paid the delivery person, we sat down to eat.
The pizza I had requested was, much like everything else edible in Corneria, extremely delicious. Before I knew it, I was on my third slice, more than I could usually have eaten in my current state.
"So, how have things been going in the Senate?" I asked Cole.
"It's pretty boring, Lucas" he said. "I'm not that big a fan of politics, and it's just nothing but politics, politics, politics all the time. Sometimes, I feel like I should just resign my position, but I know I can't".
"They can't stop you" Konstantin said, which surprised me. I knew that resigning from the Senate was against the rules, and I would not think that Konstantin, now a military commander, would encourage one to break rules.
"Sure they can" Cole replied. "I've asked if there'd be any way for me to leave willingly, but apparently it's impossible".
"A few months ago", I said, tearing off a bit of pizza with my teeth, "they said defeating the Anglars was impossible. Look where we are now".
"True, true".
Dr. Howler interrupted our conversation. "Lucas, we're going to have you open some presents once we're done with the pizza. And I'd recommend that all of you save room for dessert" she said with a smile.
I had a feeling I knew what dessert was going to be.
Within a few minutes, everyone had eaten as much of the pizza as they had wanted, so each of them brought out their presents for me.
"There's one from each of us" Konstantin said, placing his on the table. Ian's parcel was by far the largest, while Cole's was far smaller and Konstantin's was somewhere in between. I had a feeling what Ian's might have been, but I wasn't going to jump to conclusions.
I decided to open Cole's first. I tore away a little bit of the wrapping paper at first, then decided to go all for it.
"What does it say?" Cole said.
"It's a video game! Super Smash Bros. For Nintendo 4DS...Cole, you're too awesome, you know that?"
"I know" he said, smirking. Just like the old Cole.
"Do you want to open Ian's or Konstantin's next?" Falco asked me.
"Let's go with Ian's, do this in alphabetical order" I said, chuckling.
I felt just how heavy Ian's present was. It was probably something scientific, and I wasn't really into science. But, judging by the sheer weight of the object, it was likely to be something extremely expensive. I would not disrespect whatever he had gotten me.
As soon as I had opened the present, I was greeted with the sight of what looked like a low-tech microscope. They probably had things far more powerful in the labs, but Ian had no doubt wanted to save a couple dollars. Which I was perfectly fine with.
I wondered: If he had known I was dying, would he have gotten this for me?
Don't think that way, Lucas. You don't need to doubt your friends, too. Isn't there enough stress in your life already?
That was fair. I thanked Ian for the microscope.
"It's no problem, buddy" he said.
That left Konstantin's present. After I tore open the wrapping paper, I looked at the title of the book he had given me.
"Offense And Defense: A Beginner's Guide To Studying Military Strategy. Konstantin, this is fantastic!"
"I'm sorry" he said. "I've got two versions, and I gave you the one that was in slightly worse condition".
The one he had given me would probably have qualified for "Very Good" or "Like New" on Amazon, so it was saying something when he claimed that he had one better than this. I didn't see what he thought I should be complaining about.
"Really, Konstantin, thank you" I said to him.
He nodded, and then Dr. Howler told me to move the presents aside, which I did so, as she set my birthday cake on the table.
It was yellow, with white frosting. Written on it in pink frosting was, HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, LUCAS!
"Guys, this is just...unreal. I can't thank you enough, Dr. Howler".
"It was no problem" she said. "Had you walked in while we were making it, that would have been less than ideal, but you were up in your room for most all of the day, so we managed to make it together without you noticing".
"We're becoming more of a team" Falco said. "Which is a good thing, given that we're engaged to be married four days from now. All three of you boys are going, right?"
"Yeah" Cole said.
"Of course I'm going!" Ian said.
"Sign me up, assuming that the military doesn't have any other obligations for me" Konstantin said.
"I'm sure that you can get them to let you take this one day off" I said. "I'm the VP now, so I could just tell them that Konstantin needs to attend this wedding".
"That'd probably fly with them" he said.
As we started in on the cake, I asked Konstantin how things were going on the war.
"Not too well. I know that nothing really has happened on Corneria, but that's not entirely good news. So far, all of the evidence we have gathered so far points to the conclusion that Andross is simply biding his time, and he's going to strike whenever he gains more strength. And, when that happens, we'll need to be ready so we can repel the attack".
"That's right" said Falco. "I've heard just as much from Fox. Literally a week or so after we got back, I got a call from him that told us that Andross had risen. But I don't know anything about what's happened since".
"People are terrified" Konstantin said. "And why shouldn't they be? Andross caused so much devastation the first time, before he was exiled to Venom. Right now, he's probably planning something far worse. Just being a brain for eleven years can't be fun".
"You can say that again" Dr. Howler said.
I looked at Konstantin. He'd been slightly overweight before arriving at the Grey Clouds Flight Academy. He'd lost that weight in the cell, but later put it back on.
I'd predicted he would lose the weight as a result of his military training. On the contrary, he was bigger if anything. But there was definitely a difference. He looked a lot less flabby, more muscular. He looked healthy, in a way that I had never seen him look before.
He didn't look happy, though. The job had clearly put some stress on him that had been fairly unwelcome.
"Are you enjoying your job, Konstantin?" the Bengal tiger asked him.
Konstantin nodded. "Now that I'm twenty, I can actually do my job. There's always more military strategy to learn, and James Mattis has definitely been an inspiration for me. He's always said that it's important to train your mind as well as your body, and I can see that this is more and more true the more I learn about being a commander".
"That's also something I think is important. I wish that Slippy wasn't the only teacher of a really mental subject at the Grey Clouds Flight Academy" Falco replied. "It would be nice to give students a way to train their brains as well as their guns".
"I've got that covered" Konstantin said. "I've got plenty of military strategy books that you could borrow. Do you want one?"
"I'm good, thanks" I said with a mouth full of cake. It was one of the best slices of cake I had ever eaten.
"Lucas can't speak for all of us" Ian said. "Can I?"
"Sure. Here's The Art Of War, by Sun Tzu. Monopoly Of Force, by Mattis. I'd like to hear how it's going at the lab".
Ian began by talking about how he was working on helping develop weapons for the Cornerian army. I was a little interested in it, but not too much. After all, there were other important things. At the same time, however, it was vital to know what weapons of war the Lylat System had to defend against an attack from Andross.
"And since weaponry is definitely something I am very much into, I am enjoying my job quite a lot".
"That's good to hear" Cole said.
"Yeah" Ian said.
We lingered over the meal for a while, until Dr. Howler said that it was time for them to go home so that I could get some rest. She didn't tell them why she was on my case about this so much. If she had been straight with them, they would likely have become quite worried, and that was not something that we wanted.
"Good bye, Lucas!" Konstantin said.
"Bye, guys" I replied, closing the door behind my three friends.
After getting ready for bed, it was not hard for me to get to sleep with a stomach full of four slices of pizza and two slices of cake. Gratefully, I had no dreams.
I hope you enjoyed the non-cliffhanger. I was going to end it on a semi-cliffhanger, but I realized that there was no good way to do it. It's also worth noting that this is my longest chapter to be the first chapter in one of my stories. I hope that you enjoyed it.
I do have a sad announcement for you guys, though, and it is this:
I'm a busy guy. Especially with this site. It's my sophomore year, so a lot more counts this year than it did last year or the year before that. That would have been a better time to get into this. I'm sorry about all of this, but I am going to be abandoning this story, as well as all of the others. I also intend to delete my account, just so that I don't feel tempted to.
It breaks my heart to do this. However, one reason for this is because I have gotten a lower-than-expected amount of reviews. I wish that I had more than two regulars on this, and I really don't want to delete my account. But, like I said, my grades have been slipping with me writing for 3 hours a day, and I just can't continue on this path if I want to remain in all-Honors classes next year. So that is what I am going to do.
To all of those who HAVE taken me the less than a minute it takes to write a review, thank you. I wish that there were more people who were like that.
Good bye, my fans,
SnowLucario.
