Chapter 2: A Light Scrap
USER "golgothasMaw" JOINED CHAT: "You Won't Get Me, I'm Part Of The Union."
golgothasMaw: HELLO
golgothasMaw: HELLO
golgothasMaw: HELLO HELLO
golgothasMaw: FUCKING HELLO
golgothasMaw: DID I JOIN THE RIGHT CHAT?
golgothasMaw: NO OF COURSE I DID. THERES ONLY ONE CHAT WITH THIS STUPID NAME ON THE FUCKING PROGRAM
golgothasMaw: HEEELLLOOO!
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Hello Dylan.
golgothasMaw: DONT CALL ME DYLAN. MY NAME IS """DIRE"""
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Sure it is, Dylan. (￣Д￣)
golgothasMaw: DONT PATRONISE ME. YOU CAME TO ME FOR THIS SHIT. I WILL JUST LEAVE. YOU WANTED ME HERE
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Okay comrade, perhaps we got off on the wrong foot.
golgothasMaw: STRATEGICALLY AVOIDING SAYING MY NAME IS IT?
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1SE: Do you know why you are here?
golgothasMaw: YEAH
golgothasMaw: BECAUSE YOU ALL KNOW THAT IM GONNA BE THE GREATEST VILLAIN IN THE WORLD ONE DAY, AND YOU WANTED TO GET STARTED LICKING MY BOOTS BEFORE I CUT YOUR TONGUES OUT
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Because, for all your flaws and your juvenile attitude, That Man saw *potential* in you, yes. And don't call yourself a villain. We don't take to that here.
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: I have been keeping my eyes on you, "DIRE". Just sit pretty. We will get back to you with instructions on how to meet us, and then your trials can begin.
golgothasMaw: KINDA CREEPY BUT OK DUDE
golgothasMaw: A COUPLE THINGS BEFORE I GO
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Make it quick.
golgothasMaw: WELL FIRST THINGS FIRST, CAN ALL OF THE FUCKERS I KNOW ARE LURKING ON THIS CONVERSATION MAKE THEMSELVES KNOWN RIGHT NOW
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: We don't have to do that.
AncientReptilian: Ello' my lovelies B)
Darkkarnival: :o(
AdoraBloodthirsty0W0: Hewwo! 333 (≧W≦)
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: God damn it.
golgothasMaw: DONT WORRY I REGRET THIS IMMEDIATELY
golgothasMaw: BUT ONE OF YOU WEIRD FUCKERS AT LEAST DO ME A SINGLE RESPECT
golgothasMaw: SOMEONE WILL TELL ME THEIR REAL NAME. NOW
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: We definitely do not have to do that.
golgothasMaw: YES YOU FUCKING DO. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING EMMASCULATING THIS IS? BEING THE ONLY ONE CALLED FUCKING """DYLAN""". ALL I WANT IS A LITTLE TRUST BACK, ASSHOLES. I BETTER HAVE A REAL NAME RIGHT NOW OR IM RATTING THIS CHAT TO THE COPS.
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Look, you most surely do *not* want to do that. Not that it will accomplish anything, but for your own god damned safety you better simmer down right now boy.
golgothasMaw: DONT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN.
ProblemsKlown: bo
golgothasMaw: WHAT
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Ugh.
ProblemsKlown: bo ceaser
ProblemsKlown: that is my name :o|
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Happy now?
golgothasMaw: THAT'S ACCEPTABLE
golgothasMaw: SIGNING OFF NOW
golgothasMaw: FREAKS…
USER "golgothasMaw" LEFT CHAT: "You Won't Get Me, I'm Part Of The Union."
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: …
AncientReptilian: That weren't very funky of him B/
ProblemsKlown: it is eh :o|
Adorabloodthirsty0W0: IDK guysss… I think I kinda like him! 333 (`μWμ)
C0MMUN1SM-W1LL-R1S3: Of course you do. (￣Д￣)
Dylan Adonis snarled at nothing in particular as he shoved his cracked mobile into his jeans pocket. This 'becoming a villain' bullshit was going more south by the day. Maybe he wouldn't join a stupid villain group with those buffoons anyway. who were they to talk to him, the great Dire, Scourge of the Boroughs and Defiler of Public Property, like that? Some punks in a chatroom were nought in comparison with his effervescence. They should be lining up to join him! Just as he finished that thought, he put the finishing touches on his graffiti masterpiece. It read, verbatim, 'FUCK ALL HEROES, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, AND FUCK COPPERS ASWELL' in various sizes and styles of writing. The centrepiece of the composition was a crude, angular drawing of Dylan's idealised villainself flipping the entire world the double bird with blood pouring out of his mouth in a way that Dylan thought was metal as hell. An anti-establishment masterwork. Dylan nodded with pride, stepping back so far that the light from neon signs on the front of the Chinese takeaway he had painted on started to hit his face. He admired his work for a little while.
Not far away, another man was trudging around the streets of London at night. He was tall and broad, clad in a thick gore-tex trench coat to keep the cold out and the drizzle off. He wiped his spectacles clean with his thumb and pushed his curly hair off of his babyish face. This was a pro hero, even if it didn't look like it, and he was on the prowl for a serial vandal, one who had been eluding police for some time. He was always caught on CCTV at around this hour of the night in and around this area, so to nail this constant agitator once and for all he was out on the town past the witching hour. His ancient but sentimental mobile phone vibrated roughly in his pocket. A message from his husband.
USER "X_Roundtable_X" STARTED MESSAGING USER "Jakie~"
X_Roundtable_X: Where the hell r you?
X_Roundtable_X: Its movie knight and i am watching anime in the living room on my own like a jackass
X_Roundtable_X: Grrr.
Jakie~: Hello dear! Err, don't you mean 'night'?
X_Roundtable_X: Shush. Autocorrect. Grrr. (‡▼益▼)
Jakie~: Afraid I'm going to be home late again, dear! There's a fellow I simply must pin down.
X_Roundtable_X: Yeah, me. Get ur but back here. (Ψ▼ｰ▼)∈
Jakie~: Err, good heavens. I'll just get my 'kerchief ;p. B.R.B!
X_Roundtable_X: Promise you won't come home at like 2 am all beat up again we are out of first aid kits.
X_Roundtable_X: Jacob?
X_Roundtable_X: Grr. ((╬◣﹏◢))
Jacob had to put his phone down. He smelt something slight. His nose never lied to him, it was the distinct harsh chemical smell of spray paint. He approached cautiously, hearing the hiss of a vandal at work just around the corner.
"So, you're the wannabe supervillain fellow who's been plastering our walls with revolutionary artwork, hmm?" Jacob said, appearing behind the corner quickly. His frame blotted out the light from the street lamp at the mouth of the alley. Dylan stared cross-eyed at the big guy who had just insulted him and his masterpieces.
"I am THE Dire, yes. Now piss off, you're in my light." The shaking of his can made a loud rattle. He snorted, hocking a fowl globe of spittle onto Jacob's shoe.
"I'm sorry, perhaps you don't recognize my mug in this low light, or maybe that mask you're wearing is blocking your ears," Jacob gestured towards "Dire's" "Costume", which was mainly civilian clothes with a leather mask that looked sort of like he pulled a shopping bag over his face and cut an eyehole in it.
"Or maybe I have no fucking clue who you are," Snarled Dylan, starting to paint again.
"Pah, are the youth today really so uncultured?" Jacob sneered. Dylan's face contorted in puzzlement with a smear of disdain. He dropped his spray can to the ground.
"Okay, you fucking fart. Who are you supposed to be?" He repeated. Jacob rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses cockily.
"I'm Pembroke, Jacob Pembroke. That's Jacob 'The Bulldog' Pembroke, or just 'The Bulldog' to you, chum," Beamed Jacob. He doffed his thick coat, letting it fall to the street below him in a theatric, boastful gesture. He revealed a body covered in thick, plump muscles and fluffy body hair, accessorised with a gnarly spiked dog collar and a tight, revealing athletic vest. The man did some stretches as he talked. "I've been the top operating hero in this London borough for thirteen of my illustrious fifteen years in the professional hero business," He squatted and stretched his arms straight out in front of him. His cargoes strained against his tree-trunk thighs and his tall socks began to slide down his chiselled shins. "And in that time, I've taken down much bigger baddies than teeny-bopper vandals in costumes their mummies made for them. I will give you a word of warning lad, against me it's ended up very ugly for men made of much tougher stuff than you,"
"F-fuck off, I made this costume myself!" Dylan growled. He wavered slightly in his intonation as Jacob stood back up and made his gargantuan size once again apparent. Dylan lashed out and kicked the spray paint can with force towards the hero, who caught it absently in one hand, then slowly crumpled it, spraying the pressurized paint back at Dylan. The villain charged the hero with rebellious bravado.
"Well, if it's a fight you want…"
The broad side of Jacob's fist was perfectly sized for Dylan's face. The teen's nose let out a spiralling fountain of blood as his whole body recoiled away, spinning to the floor. The punch was incredibly hard and quicker than Dylan could see. His head suddenly felt very heavy and his sinuses filled with red-stained mucus.
"Now be a good old boy and come quietly, would you?" Said Jacob, wiping his smeared knuckles on the leg of his tight shorts. This was unacceptable. The great Dire would not stand for it. The boy positively vibrated with rage. He fought to his feet, a red haze pushing his pain to the back of his mind. Jacob sighed, rolled his eyes and adjusted his spectacles. The veins in his monstrous arm dilated, becoming visible under the skin. The hero swung around and put his whole body into a fistward lunge, spreading out his apeish digits in a gambit to grip the boy by the throat. Dylan reacted by instinct, ducking the attack just in time. Jacob caught the wall behind the villain instead, his fingers digging into the mortar and cracking the bricks, he left a light crater in Dylan's masterpiece. The teen charged underneath Jacob's arm like a pissed wolf going for the throat. He bared his teeth and slammed his whole weight against Jacob's gut. Bad idea. The man was built like the great wall of china, it felt more like Dylan had collided dead-on with the head of a fast-moving sledgehammer than a set of stationary abs. His knees went weak from the recoil. As he began to slide pathetically down the chest of the pro hero, he was met with the man's rising knee and was juggled up to start sliding down once again. Five or six savage knee strikes later, Jacob sighed deeply. This kid was getting blood on his favourite tank top. It was a gift from his husband. What if it stained? He was already on thin ice as it was. He grabbed Dylan by the shoulders and shoved him back. Jacob was a master of modulating his force, he knew exactly what he needed to put the boy on the ground, but for whatever reason, the boy didn't budge. Jacob felt a sudden stinging pain. It was a shock, he tossed an over-blown punch into the villain's gut, quickly ripping the kid off of him. There were bite marks. Several sets of bite marks, going right through the top and tearing into the skin. There were more bite marks than sets of teeth that a human should ordinarily have.
"I can't believe a scumbag like you forced me to use my quirk…" Dylan growled sadistically. His voice was discordant, mucusy cacophony, it came from all over him and echoed off of the walls. The boy was covered in mouths, extra sets of them all over whatever bare patch of skin existed on his body. Each one had a set of hungry fangs and deep black gums that spat acrid, dirty looking spit. They started to laugh in unison as Dylan lunged with renewed bloodlust. Jacob went in for an intercepting chop manoeuvre, but Dylan was able to anticipate it and blocked with his elbow. Jacob's hand was caught up in one of Dylan's many mouths, its sharp teeth biting with all of their fervour into his flesh. Dylan exclaimed in glee as he wrapped his extremity around the heroes and tore into him with several more sets of teeth. He looked somehow desperate and confused when he realised that he had utterly failed to even draw blood and that the hero was looking down on him with a disappointed glare and one free arm.
"I'll give you one thing lad, it was a quite decent effect," Jacob admitted before violently backhanding Dylan into next Tuesday. At least eighteen teeth were propelled out of his multitudinous maws, and he struck the wall face-first on his spiralling collision course with a heap of rubbish, losing yet more teeth.
"Y-y-you… fucker…!" Dylan roared, barely comprehensible. A bit of blood was coming out of each one of the many mouths running down his arms and face. "I-im… telling… this is brutality, your license is gonna get revoked! Then what fucker?!" He cried with increasingly pathetic flailing gesticulation. Jacob sighed heavily and put his hands on his hips.
"You're well and truly blowing your lid here my boy. Look, just come with me, a night in the station should cool you off," He ordered. Looking stern, the hero puffed out his chest and wagged his finger at Dylan, who receded from it fearfully.
"N-no!" Dylan yelled. His voice cracked, making him sound like an injured puppy. Jacob nodded absently and took a step forward, only for the cornered Dylan to lash out a final time. He flung himself right over Jacob's grapple and bit down on his face. When Jacob managed to clip Dylan's foot however, his momentum was cut a bit short and he got a mouth full of the hero's spectacles instead of leaving a mark on his cherubim face. The criminal's powerful jaws snapped the glasses in two as he scrambled like a panicked insect under the heroes wide legs. Jacob's farsightedness got the better of him and he just barely missed the boy on his way past. Dylan cackled furiously as if he felt he had won.
"Eat shit!" He guffawed, veering around the corner of the alleyway and disappearing into the night. Jacob put a cursory effort into going after the boy, but were he being honest with himself he would much rather have gone home, so he gave up the chase after not long. He was also having trouble seeing anything since his glasses were a destroyed heap on the pavement.
He picked up what remained of his spectacles and deposited them in one of his shorts pockets. Surely, letting just one rebellious teen out of his grasp couldn't result in anything major harm or wrongdoing, right?
Jacob scooped his coat up off from the ground where he dropped it. He regretted shedding it so dramatically only for it to end up in a dirty puddle, and now the plush interior fabric was uncomfortably moist. Still, he preferred that feeling to the alternative of his boyfriend seeing the right mess he made of his favourite shirt. He zipped the coat all the way up and shoved his chilly hands into the deep pockets, only for them to come out dunked in puddle water.
The light of the Chinese place just next door to the altercation caught Jacob at an opportune time. His eyes met with the tired-eyed stout figure behind the off-white counter. He bobbed his head from side to side, considering. It would certainly lessen the blow of… tonight's events. He crouched in through the door.
It was several hours later, and Dylan had scrambled all the way back to his crappy flat by the edge of the town. He climbed in through the window to sneak past his older brother, who was blaring bullshit so loudly on the television that he didn't hear Dylan face plant onto the uncarpeted floor. He crept into his bedroom like a spectre, closing the door delicately with his thumb as to make no noise, which was pointless for reasons already stated but made him feel safer. He slinked into his moping corner that was opposite the mattress on the floor that he used to sleep. The room was barren. Plain white walls and wood floors. The only thing other than his mattress was the heap of dubiously hygienic clothes he selected his fortnightly outfit change from. There were scrawlings on the wall that he did when he was so bored that he felt his brain might drain from out of his skull. Mostly drawings, of himself more often than not. But not as Dylan, as Dire. He was usually biting the head off of whatever detestable hero that Dylan decided to hyper fixate on that month. In some of the rarer ones, he was surrounded by adoring fangirls, the kind that every dashing rogue acquires in their tumultuous careers. He scoffed at his own childishness, not yet grown enough to throw out his daydreams and fantasies, but plenty old enough to loathe himself for having them. He thought about the reality of his villain career, particularly about the events that transpired hours earlier.
"I really ran away…" He mumbled, doing up his hoodie so that it covered his mouth and burying his head into his arms. "I was really trying my fucking best… But I choked… I fucking hate this… How am I supposed to be a villain? How am I supposed to do anything when I'm a weak fucking coward? god, damn it…" He groaned. He began rhythmically pounding his head against his thin bedroom wall. "GOD DAMN IT!" He roared, biting down and ripping out a chunk of the plaster, widening a hole that he punched in earlier. He began to hyperventilate. His brother heard that scream for sure. He felt like leaping from the window but then he remembered that he lived on the first floor. His stomach growled at him needily. He hadn't eaten anything today, or yesterday if he remembered rightly. He considered making a dash for the kitchen, but when he heard his brother stomping up and down the hallway on his way to take a piss he recoiled from the door. He knew there was nothing to eat anyway. Dylan took a deep breath, then started to cry.
Jacob fumbled with his keys at the door to his narrow terraced house and did his best to squeeze his huge body, big coat and a well-stocked bag of generously portioned Chinese food through the entryway. He bumped shoulders with his husband's full-sized plate armour display while hanging up his coat and sighed. He could tell by the scent that his husband was waiting for him in the living room, probably wrapped up under a blanket with a bowl of cold burnt popcorn.
"What the hell happened to you?" Laddie exclaimed, scrambling over the sofa to get a better look at the damages. Laddie was a tiny person. He was a canine mutant just like Jacob, but his mutation was much more obvious. Tall ears, a fluffy little tail and orange, black flecked hair that never went away for long even after shaving. He was a fluffy little gent, chubby but only in choice places that made him, in Jacob's opinion, cute as a button.
"I… got Chinese food?" Replied Jacob innocently.
"There's blood all over you! The shirt I got you is completely ripped up!" Laddie was exasperated and breathless. His wrath was just as befitting of a small dog as his appearance was. They could be quite vicious!
"I am completely uninjured, in case you were about to ask. Just a light scrap! This isn't even my blood mostly, I gave the kid a nosebleed and he decided to tackle me, hardly my fault!" Jacob said, speaking fast to gloss over the details of the night his husband might find unsavoury.
"You got into a fight with a kid? What do you mean 'mostly' your blood?" Laddie's sensitive dog ears perked up. He adjusted his prescription goggles matter-of-factly. That move never worked and Jacob didn't know why he kept trying it.
"He was a young adult, he aggressed me and I defended myself. Of course, the fight, if you could even call it that, was no contest. He broke my glasses and scampered off, and then I got us some Chinese food!" Jacob explained, trying to change the subject to the very positive nice thing he did.
"It's not going to be a harmless kid every night," Laddie said, his tone shifting down heavily. "You can't tell a supervillain from a civilian these days you know,"
"That's quite a ridiculous implication, dear," Jacob deflected. The last time Jacob had even seen a big-name villain, they were being carted off to Death Row Island in a full-body shackle. He hadn't fought one in at least a decade, and he would never be on his own in a serious battle like that. Jacob sat himself down on the sofa, which creaked under his weight, and began to unpack their meal. "I could fight off anyone in this borough, you know that, surely?" Jacob took an egg roll from a bag and deposited it into his husband's open mouth. He chewed gratefully, barely able to remain angry.
"What if I told you that you wouldn't have to anymore…" Mumbled Laddie through a mouthful of egg roll material.
"Have to what?" Asked Jacob, nuzzling his head onto the top of Laddie's so that his husband's doggy ears brushed against his cheeks.
"Go out early in the morning, stare down criminals every day, come back all beat to shit late every night…" Laddie sounded morose.
"Do you mean… be a hero?" Replied Jacob sarcastically. Laddie huffed and crossed his little arms.
"Okay, yes," He admitted, swallowing down the last of his food. Jacob brought another egg roll to his mouth, but he pushed it away and rolled over so that he lay stomach-down on top of Jacob. He lifted his head to look him in his eyes. Jacob hadn't seen him so serious in a while.
"Villains become more deadly and organised by the day, whereas you - and remember that I love you and would never say anything to hurt you nor would I lie to you - aren't getting any… well… tougher… or younger," Said Laddie. He rubbed up against Jacob and clung affectionately to his destroyed vest. He really liked that vest.
Jacob crossed his arms and pouted. Not wanting to agree, but not able to disagree either.
"Well, I'll be!" He huffed, avoiding making any sort of value statement about his husband's accuracy.
"I'm just… scared… that something really bad will happen to you… And I'm more scared every day because of the damn news, and I'm a cowardly bitch, and you are like the most important thing in the world to me,"
Jacob melted a little bit, but he was still cross.
"Well, I'm afraid I can't realistically imagine myself doing anything else," He said in a measured fashion.
"Ok but hear me out here, what if I told you that I might have gotten you a job,"
"A what?!" Jacob exclaimed.
"Just a little job, pays well, somewhere nice, you won't have to get into any fights unless you make your boss mad…"
"I'd ask you what, where, when, why and how," Jacob responded, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Teacher, Regency Academy, yesterday, because I love you, nepotism," Replied Laddie. Jacob raised his finger and bristled angrily.
"Now listen here, you know how I feel about free rides! Furthermore I…" His indignation quickly deflated. "...Did you say… Regency Academy?" he asked, dropping his hands to his sides and looking dumb. Laddie nodded slowly.
An expression of unbelievable bliss shot across Jacob's face, then his whole body. He stared belly laughing, then he balled up with his hands over his face and made a squeaking noise before shooting forward and pouncing on his husband. Laddie made a noise like a dog toy being crushed by the combined force of Jacob's weight and his immensely strong bear hug. Jacob rolled back and nearly tossed Laddie into the ceiling. He came back down and near broke the sofa in half, but neither of them was focused on the disconcerting snapping noise of the furniture.
"How the bloody hell did you manage that!?" Jacob asked jubilantly. When he had said he couldn't realistically imagine himself doing anything else, Regency Academy was what he unrealistically imagined himself doing. It was a dream come true! Laddie snickered, putting his arms behind his head and reclining in his husband's grip.
"Oh, erm, do you remember a guy named Feldon? He was a friend of mine back when I was a support tech…" Laddie explained.
"Oh! That was around when he met, wasn't it?" Grinned Jacob. Laddie went a bit red and nodded in reply.
"H-hence why I asked… He was just a bureaucrat I knew back then, but now he's a big shot. He mayhaps owed me a favour, and we mayhaps have made a bargain." Laddie looked impossibly smug. Jacob took Laddie's hands in his and brought him in for a kiss. The little man was tittering like an idiot the whole time their lips were together. "Yup, all I have to do is design, prototype and engineer all the robots for their dumb entrance exam,"
"Laddie, that's a lot of work for something that's only in a couple of months time!" Exclaimed Jacob.
"It's nothing," Laddie said, flicking his hair. He was trying to look cool. It didn't really work, but Jacob thought it was very endearing.
"Ah, shall I put that film on, then?" Jacob retrieved the disc from the same place in the drawer it always was. When it was his turn to pick the movie, Laddie always picked this one. It was something from across the pond, as Jacob would put it. Japanese, if he recalled correctly, but with a very silly English voice-over that made Laddie mad when you made fun of it. It was called 'Knight of Roundtable Film 3, Curse of Star Slayer Xnight'. A bit wordy, if you asked Jacob. But he had grown fond of this film after seeing it so many times. He could probably recount the plot scene for scene if you pressed him, but Laddie could quote the whole thing word for word. He slapped the well-used disk in the doo-hickey, exercising the extent of his technical knowledge to change the television input, navigate the menu and actually start the thing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and let himself recline. Laddie snuggled into him as they started their routine film-watching ritual in good spirits after having narrowly avoided an ugly argument.
Yes, Laddie knew this would work. His husband had been so excited when he heard about the new hero school opening, and he loved kids! Now Jacob had a cushy, well-paying job and nothing nasty or dangerous would ever happen to them again! Laddie grinned so hard his eyes shut and squeezed out a little wetness. He buried his little body into his husband's big, cuddly chest and allowed himself to relax. The doggy mutant promptly fell asleep as the title card for the film flashed on the screen.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N
Heres the second chapter for you all! Here we get introduced to some villainous individuals and a couple of teachers in the making. What did you think of them? Tell me about it in the reviews, or a PM if you prefer. This chapter was just to tide you over until I consolidate my OCs and get the entrance exam arc into full swing. Once I get to that stage of the story, I think I will settle into a weekly upload schedule, with shorter and more regular chapters rather than the behemoths I once posted. Also, when I DO get to the exam, expect a twist, I would so hate to bore you all with a totally typical exam. And as always, thank you for reading! :)
Here is the list of accepted characters so far, I give my gratitude to everyone who has given me their characters, and if I haven't gotten back to you yet, that doesn't mean you are rejected or anything, it just takes time for me to come to a decision since I don't want to rush anything and leave behind the people who are taking longer with their submissions!
-Nikau Perata, Skill Share, 61394
-Daniel Amano, Raiju, Psyman21
-Tanith Hanayama, Manticore, Reduced20
-John Arthur Clayton, Lion, Luke5921
As you can see, theres still plenty of spots left, so don't hesitate to show me what you've got!