If you're wondering about the title, yup, you guessed it, it's from my favorite Vin quote. I thought that all those large words were too good to pass up. This has nothing to do with any of that though...it's just about Vin in general. But give me props for trying? ^^;

This is my first Jak and Daxter fanfiction, and hopefully not my last. I love reviews, and I'll respond to them in the next chapter... There are a few things you must know about this story, before you read. Number one, is just some background information. This is a story that I began writing when I was mourning Vin, directly after finishing Jak II. I decided that he hadn't died, and had escaped. This is what this story is about. So, er, forgive me if the first few chapters, or all of them, are lathered in sappiness. Sorry.

This is all about Vin, and a little background on his life. Not his childhood or anything, just his everyday sort of life. Secondly, this starts the day before the metal heads break into Haven City. Just so you have an idea what's going on.

Thirdly...while writing this, and I am more than halfway through(just need to type it), I suddenly remembered about Sig. And how Jak would have been worrying far more about Sig than Vin. It probably would have worked great in the story, but I forgot in my frenzied blur of mourning-ness. So again, forgive me. Instead of stick him in randomly, I decided not to mention him at all. Please don't think this callous! Sig's awesome, I might write a childhood story on him.

So there's the Prologue for you. Please continue and read the story! I love reviews, by the way. Yay for blatant hinting! Did I say that out loud?