And now, a message from your author, Strider Yoshi:
Yo guys! I'd like to thank Aaron Halstad for giving me a summary of the ending. I've realized I've left Adam completely out of the picture, even though he's prominent in the ending. If you don't like it then, well, this fic is AU then! HAHAHA! Since I'm the author, I can do whatever I want! I could dress Max up in a ballerina dress!
Max: You better not.
Anyway, please review, and send all flames/comments to strider_yoshi@yahoo.com I hope to crank out the chapters faster now. Question: Who would you rather see Max hook up with: Anri, or my original creation, Serena? Send your answer to strider_yoshi@yahoo.com! Anyway, hopefully the next chapter will be out in a week or two. As well, props out to all the new authors of Shining Force fics! Check out Forman's great work on the battle with Dark Dragon, Luna Hoshino's SF3 poem and fanfic (Sorry I've never played those games, so I don't know what's going on :p), Silverknight's great story about Max and Tao, and Gechmir's hilarious story, featuring the antics of Jogurt, Max, and Zylo! They're all shaping up to be great SF fics, much better than this one! Ok, this foreword is longer than some of my paragraphs.
Cheers!
Chapter 10
Max was really uncomfortable, though familiar, with the role he had been given: the role of Hero. Once Max, Serena, and the rest of the tired warriors had wearily trudged back to Landwoa, they had come back to jubilant, cheering crowds, and a whirlwind of celebrations. The events of those days were somewhat unclear in his mind: the massive hangover he had received from the booze had made his thinking somewhat muddled. Now here he was, racking in the benefits. Free meals wherever he went. Children looking up at him in awe as he passed by. Blushing young maidens giggling as he went by. People clambering up to him, asking him to retell the battle countless times. Before, whereas he was treated with fear, for being a cold-blooded killer of 6 men, or indifference, only being a farmer's hired help, he was now treated with respect, as a warrior who had saved them all. Max was fairly used to this, as he was already used to being treated as the hero ridding the world of evil. That didn't mean he had to be comfortable with the role; He had never liked being in the spotlight, but he was the talk of the town now. There were talks of him starting up a new police force, of even running for mayor in the next election. He declined though, preferring to keep his comfortable old role.
At least he could rely on his old friends to treat him the same: Mainly his group of warriors, and Edward Serena, and June. They respected Max's wishes to be treated as just the same Max he had always been: their teacher, helper, and friend. Life still went on the same as before: Max continued on as Edward's assistant, although he had received high-paying offers, as bodyguards, or personal instructors. Edward had been dumbfounded when Max had turned them down.
"But Peregrin, you'll make more money in a month than I can expect to receive for this year's whole harvest! Why would you turn down such an opportunity?"
"I don't care about money. Never have, never will. If I'm happy doing what I do now, then I'll stick to it. Besides, I don't want to work for some fancy, upstuck rich snob. Why, am I going to be out of a job soon?"
"Of course not, but...."
"Then it's settled."
Max was even continuing his exercises with Lydia, Serena, and the rest of his now hero trainees. He hadn't expected them to show up on his doorstep again, but there they were, two days after the victory celebration. They had taken the two days off in order to rest, and recuperate from the massive hangover they all had suffered. Max had swung open the door, and there they were, all warmed up and ready to go.
"Uh...you guys are still here?" Max asked.
"No, we're just a figment of your imagination. Of course we're here, dimwit!" Lydia said, smiling.
"You know, you guys don't have to go through this anymore. Landwoa is safe, and I doubt anyone else will come through here like that again, now knowing what fate they can expect."
"You haven't run out of stuff to teach us, have you?"
"Well, no, but-" Max started to say.
"Then we'll continue to learn from you, if you're willing to still teach us." said Vincent.
"OK....I don't know if I can keep up this rate though. I mean, I really have to get back to the duties I've been neglecting."
Serena spoke up. "Peregrin, if you haven't noticed, the harvest is over. We really don't have that much stuff to do anymore."
Max looked at the trees. They were gold, red, yellow, and all the neat colours you could usually expect from the season of Fall. "Oh." Max said, somewhat subdued. "Hey, Serena, then your father doesn't need me anymore does he?"
Serena smiled. "Yeah, you're right. We should fire you." She laughed at the stricken look that appeared on Max's face. "Ah, Peregrin, you'll always have a home here. You're like family to us...I mean Mom and Dad now. Besides, if you start feeling like a leech, you could start paying rent, or you could buy me a fancy dress or something." She grinned, and everyone laughed.
"So you guys are really serious about this?" Max asked.
"YES!" came the overwhelming response.
"Then it's settled. First, everyone do 50 pushups. Then we're going for a little jog." Max said, grinning evilly. Everyone groaned. "Hey, you asked for it. Hop to it! Now!"
A week later, Max and his group were going for a pleasant jog. Max was pleased to notice the excellent physical condition that everyone was in. Even with the lack of danger, everyone was in tip-top shape. Everything was peaceful, there were no worries about a certain slaver coming through and burning everything, and to top it all off, they were all looking forward to the cold beer that they were going to have once they got back to Landwoa. Unfortunately, this peace was about to be disturbed...
Artonis, a young elf, was the first to spot him, with his keen eyes. "Beware, up ahead. Something approaches."
Max held his hand, signaling for a stop. They watched with curiosity as the fast-travelling object drew closer. As it drew closer, the vague blur transformed into a horse, with a rider. The distinctive crest was very familiar to Max....
"Never mind. It's a messenger of Guardiana," Max said, only partly relieved. What would someone from Guardiana be doing out here?
The rider slowed down to a trot as he came near Max and his group. Finally, he drew to an halt in front of Max.
"Excuse me, but would you happen to know the whereabouts of one Peregrin?" asked the rider.
Max lifted his head. At least they were after Peregrin, and not Max. But still, what would they want with him? "I am Peregrin. Can I help you?"
"I bring a message from the Kingdom of Guardiana, from Queen Anri." said the messenger.
Max stiffened. So Anri was now Queen? It had been a while since they had parted last. Max heard gasps behind him at the sound of the famous Anri, Queen of Guardiana, and one of the Shining Force members. "What is it?"
"I do not know." He passed Max an letter, which Max recognized as bearing the royal seal. "I will await your response in Landwoa. Please ask the innkeeper for Terrence. Take as long as you wish. Max took the letter, and Terrence rode off past Max, heading toward Landwoa.
Max stared at the letter in his hand. It had been months since had come into contact with anyone from his past life. That was about to change. Max suddenly felt very tired. "Guys, we're heading back ok?"
"Fine with us," said Vincent. "Aren't you going to open that letter?"
"Away from prying eyes." said Max, smiling. "I'll tell you guys about it later. Meet me in front again, tomorrow. Same time." Max waved his hand in dismissal. "You guys head back first, OK? I'm just going to take it easy going back."
"Fine with us," said Lydia. She turned to the rest of the group. "Guys still up for a beer?"
"Are we ever!" Vincent said enthusiastically. "Last one back buys the beers!" He ran off, laughing, as everyone followed, shouting at him for getting a head start.
Max slowly walked off to the side of the road, and sat down, under a large oak tree that provided the welcoming shade that shielded him from the burning sun. With shaking hands, he slowly opened the message with shaking hands, and read it.
"Dear Peregrin," it started off, in fancy, looping letters. Obviously, Anri had gotten an scribe to do this for her. She never wrote in this style, preferring to get directly to the point.
"You are invited to participate In Guardiana's first Champion of Arms tournament. The tournament will be a battle of arms, your choice of any melee weapon, and will take place in a month. A prize of 50 000 gold pieces will be awarded to the victor, as well as the right to return to defend his/her title. All expenses will be taken care of by the kingdom of Guardiana. Additionally, you may bring one other person with you. More details will become available at the tournament. Please send your response through the messenger.
Sincerely,
Queen Anri
Max reread the letter twice, and sat back, and thought about it. First things first. Did he want to go? He realized, yes he did want to go. It wasn't about the money, he didn't give a damn about that. However, though it worried him that he was this eager about it, the call of battle beckoned him. The idea of facing off against fellow warriors, and proving his worth, was very exciting to Max. He might even be able to see his old friends again. He might even be able to see Anri once more. (Max shied away from that line of thought almost immediately.) Then why was he hesitating?
Max scowled as he realized the truth. He could never go back to Guardiana. He was presumed dead. And he preferred to keep it that way. He was still a tired young man. If Max, the greatest Hero the world had seen, was discovered to still be among the ranks of the living, well, there would go his peaceful retirement. Here, where no one had any idea what Max looked like, Peregrin could enjoy his life. But Max had been raised in Guardiana. There was no chance that he wouldn't be spotted at first sight, especially with the chances of him running into an old friend. Max just wasn't ready to return to the pressures of being a Hero. Maybe someday, he would return, but not now.
So there was nothing he could do, Max reasoned. No matter how much this tournament tempted him, he would have to turn down the chance. He nodded to himself.
"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" said a voice directly behind him.
Max jumped about a foot in the air. He carefully peered around the trunk. There, sitting directly behind him against the same tree, was Serena.
"How long have you been there?" Max asked, dumbfounded.
"I went home, ate dinner, took a nap, and got back here within a space of two hours." Serena said sarcastically. "I've been hear the entire time, dimwit!"
"It's been 2 hours already?" Max said, incredulously. He glanced at the shadows. Indeed, they seemed to have grown longer since he had first sat down.
"So, Peregrin, are you going to let me know what's going on?" Serena said, smiling, but with her eyes burning with curiosity. "Are am I going to have to 'persuade' you?"
Max smiled. "No need." He handed the letter to Serena, who read it silently, her eyes growing wider, and wider.
"Wow," Serena said. "Are you going through with this?"
Max sighed. "I don't think so."
"But why? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! To get the chance to go up against the best fighters in the land! And the money!"
"It's hard to explain. The situation is somewhat complicated." Max struggled to put his feelings into words.
"Tell me." Serena looked into his eyes, pleadingly. Max was surprised by the amount of feeling he read in her dark blue eyes.
Max wondered how much he could tell her. Not very much, he decided. He'd try to go as close to the truth as possible.
"Well, in my past...I've had some problems with Guardiana...and well, I'm sort of banished from there." Max mentally slapped himself. THAT was the best story he could come up with? He was really not skilled at lying, unlike some people he knew. Arthur readily came to mind.
Serena was skeptical. It was obviously a lie. THAT was the best story Peregrin could come up with? She could see he was obviously uncomfortable, and decided to play along. "All right then." She watched, bemused, as Peregrin obviously looked relieved.
"Do you want to go?" Serena asked.
Max sighed. "Yes, I do."
"Ok. Well, I think I have a very clever plan then." Serena smiled mischeviously.
Max sighed again. He didn't like the way this was going.
*
"What the hell is this!" Max shouted.
"Don't worry about it. You look, well, flamboyant," said Serena. Ginny giggled. They were at Ginny's house, and she had just managed to throw together a little something for Max.
Max fumed. They had dressed him up in the most ridiculous costume. An extremely bright, red coloured shirt, followed by bright green pants, and a shiny black vest. To top it all off, they gave him a shiny, black mask. (like the one Zorro uses.) "I look silly," Max complained.
"I think you look cute!" Ginny said. Max blushed.
Serena grinned. "Well, no one will know who you are in that getup. See the point of this outfit is to draw attention away from you. With you dressed in that ridiculous, I mean splendid costume, everyone will be wondering who would make a fool of themselves dressing up like that, instead of wondering who the man behind the mask is."
"You mean I have to wear this all the time? Even the mask?" Max asked, groaning.
"Yes, even the mask." Serena said. "Besides, it makes you look mysterious...and dashing." Max blushed even harder, which made Serena grin's turn even larger, which in turn made Max blush harder, and so on.
"OK, I guess I'll go then," Max said resigned.
"Yay!" Serena said. "You do realize you're taking me with you, right?"
"Huh?"
"Well, those are my friends clothes...if you don't let me go, the deal's off!"
Max gritted his teeth. "That was your plan right from the start, wasn't it?"
Serena smiled proudly. "Yes."
"Could you at least show some kind of regret?"
"What, and lie about my true feelings?"
"You drive me insane, you know."
"Yes, I know."
"I don't know how you talked me into this."
"Me neither."
"I can't believe I'm bringing you along."
"I can't believe you got suckered like that."
"Maybe we're both insane."
"I guess so. Want to grab a beer? We can meet up with the rest of the gang, and you can deliver the good news to that messenger."
"Sure. Ginny, coming?"
"Yup!"
"One day, I'll get you back for this, Serena."
"No you won't. You're not devious enough."
"ARGH!"
Yo guys! I'd like to thank Aaron Halstad for giving me a summary of the ending. I've realized I've left Adam completely out of the picture, even though he's prominent in the ending. If you don't like it then, well, this fic is AU then! HAHAHA! Since I'm the author, I can do whatever I want! I could dress Max up in a ballerina dress!
Max: You better not.
Anyway, please review, and send all flames/comments to strider_yoshi@yahoo.com I hope to crank out the chapters faster now. Question: Who would you rather see Max hook up with: Anri, or my original creation, Serena? Send your answer to strider_yoshi@yahoo.com! Anyway, hopefully the next chapter will be out in a week or two. As well, props out to all the new authors of Shining Force fics! Check out Forman's great work on the battle with Dark Dragon, Luna Hoshino's SF3 poem and fanfic (Sorry I've never played those games, so I don't know what's going on :p), Silverknight's great story about Max and Tao, and Gechmir's hilarious story, featuring the antics of Jogurt, Max, and Zylo! They're all shaping up to be great SF fics, much better than this one! Ok, this foreword is longer than some of my paragraphs.
Cheers!
Chapter 10
Max was really uncomfortable, though familiar, with the role he had been given: the role of Hero. Once Max, Serena, and the rest of the tired warriors had wearily trudged back to Landwoa, they had come back to jubilant, cheering crowds, and a whirlwind of celebrations. The events of those days were somewhat unclear in his mind: the massive hangover he had received from the booze had made his thinking somewhat muddled. Now here he was, racking in the benefits. Free meals wherever he went. Children looking up at him in awe as he passed by. Blushing young maidens giggling as he went by. People clambering up to him, asking him to retell the battle countless times. Before, whereas he was treated with fear, for being a cold-blooded killer of 6 men, or indifference, only being a farmer's hired help, he was now treated with respect, as a warrior who had saved them all. Max was fairly used to this, as he was already used to being treated as the hero ridding the world of evil. That didn't mean he had to be comfortable with the role; He had never liked being in the spotlight, but he was the talk of the town now. There were talks of him starting up a new police force, of even running for mayor in the next election. He declined though, preferring to keep his comfortable old role.
At least he could rely on his old friends to treat him the same: Mainly his group of warriors, and Edward Serena, and June. They respected Max's wishes to be treated as just the same Max he had always been: their teacher, helper, and friend. Life still went on the same as before: Max continued on as Edward's assistant, although he had received high-paying offers, as bodyguards, or personal instructors. Edward had been dumbfounded when Max had turned them down.
"But Peregrin, you'll make more money in a month than I can expect to receive for this year's whole harvest! Why would you turn down such an opportunity?"
"I don't care about money. Never have, never will. If I'm happy doing what I do now, then I'll stick to it. Besides, I don't want to work for some fancy, upstuck rich snob. Why, am I going to be out of a job soon?"
"Of course not, but...."
"Then it's settled."
Max was even continuing his exercises with Lydia, Serena, and the rest of his now hero trainees. He hadn't expected them to show up on his doorstep again, but there they were, two days after the victory celebration. They had taken the two days off in order to rest, and recuperate from the massive hangover they all had suffered. Max had swung open the door, and there they were, all warmed up and ready to go.
"Uh...you guys are still here?" Max asked.
"No, we're just a figment of your imagination. Of course we're here, dimwit!" Lydia said, smiling.
"You know, you guys don't have to go through this anymore. Landwoa is safe, and I doubt anyone else will come through here like that again, now knowing what fate they can expect."
"You haven't run out of stuff to teach us, have you?"
"Well, no, but-" Max started to say.
"Then we'll continue to learn from you, if you're willing to still teach us." said Vincent.
"OK....I don't know if I can keep up this rate though. I mean, I really have to get back to the duties I've been neglecting."
Serena spoke up. "Peregrin, if you haven't noticed, the harvest is over. We really don't have that much stuff to do anymore."
Max looked at the trees. They were gold, red, yellow, and all the neat colours you could usually expect from the season of Fall. "Oh." Max said, somewhat subdued. "Hey, Serena, then your father doesn't need me anymore does he?"
Serena smiled. "Yeah, you're right. We should fire you." She laughed at the stricken look that appeared on Max's face. "Ah, Peregrin, you'll always have a home here. You're like family to us...I mean Mom and Dad now. Besides, if you start feeling like a leech, you could start paying rent, or you could buy me a fancy dress or something." She grinned, and everyone laughed.
"So you guys are really serious about this?" Max asked.
"YES!" came the overwhelming response.
"Then it's settled. First, everyone do 50 pushups. Then we're going for a little jog." Max said, grinning evilly. Everyone groaned. "Hey, you asked for it. Hop to it! Now!"
A week later, Max and his group were going for a pleasant jog. Max was pleased to notice the excellent physical condition that everyone was in. Even with the lack of danger, everyone was in tip-top shape. Everything was peaceful, there were no worries about a certain slaver coming through and burning everything, and to top it all off, they were all looking forward to the cold beer that they were going to have once they got back to Landwoa. Unfortunately, this peace was about to be disturbed...
Artonis, a young elf, was the first to spot him, with his keen eyes. "Beware, up ahead. Something approaches."
Max held his hand, signaling for a stop. They watched with curiosity as the fast-travelling object drew closer. As it drew closer, the vague blur transformed into a horse, with a rider. The distinctive crest was very familiar to Max....
"Never mind. It's a messenger of Guardiana," Max said, only partly relieved. What would someone from Guardiana be doing out here?
The rider slowed down to a trot as he came near Max and his group. Finally, he drew to an halt in front of Max.
"Excuse me, but would you happen to know the whereabouts of one Peregrin?" asked the rider.
Max lifted his head. At least they were after Peregrin, and not Max. But still, what would they want with him? "I am Peregrin. Can I help you?"
"I bring a message from the Kingdom of Guardiana, from Queen Anri." said the messenger.
Max stiffened. So Anri was now Queen? It had been a while since they had parted last. Max heard gasps behind him at the sound of the famous Anri, Queen of Guardiana, and one of the Shining Force members. "What is it?"
"I do not know." He passed Max an letter, which Max recognized as bearing the royal seal. "I will await your response in Landwoa. Please ask the innkeeper for Terrence. Take as long as you wish. Max took the letter, and Terrence rode off past Max, heading toward Landwoa.
Max stared at the letter in his hand. It had been months since had come into contact with anyone from his past life. That was about to change. Max suddenly felt very tired. "Guys, we're heading back ok?"
"Fine with us," said Vincent. "Aren't you going to open that letter?"
"Away from prying eyes." said Max, smiling. "I'll tell you guys about it later. Meet me in front again, tomorrow. Same time." Max waved his hand in dismissal. "You guys head back first, OK? I'm just going to take it easy going back."
"Fine with us," said Lydia. She turned to the rest of the group. "Guys still up for a beer?"
"Are we ever!" Vincent said enthusiastically. "Last one back buys the beers!" He ran off, laughing, as everyone followed, shouting at him for getting a head start.
Max slowly walked off to the side of the road, and sat down, under a large oak tree that provided the welcoming shade that shielded him from the burning sun. With shaking hands, he slowly opened the message with shaking hands, and read it.
"Dear Peregrin," it started off, in fancy, looping letters. Obviously, Anri had gotten an scribe to do this for her. She never wrote in this style, preferring to get directly to the point.
"You are invited to participate In Guardiana's first Champion of Arms tournament. The tournament will be a battle of arms, your choice of any melee weapon, and will take place in a month. A prize of 50 000 gold pieces will be awarded to the victor, as well as the right to return to defend his/her title. All expenses will be taken care of by the kingdom of Guardiana. Additionally, you may bring one other person with you. More details will become available at the tournament. Please send your response through the messenger.
Sincerely,
Queen Anri
Max reread the letter twice, and sat back, and thought about it. First things first. Did he want to go? He realized, yes he did want to go. It wasn't about the money, he didn't give a damn about that. However, though it worried him that he was this eager about it, the call of battle beckoned him. The idea of facing off against fellow warriors, and proving his worth, was very exciting to Max. He might even be able to see his old friends again. He might even be able to see Anri once more. (Max shied away from that line of thought almost immediately.) Then why was he hesitating?
Max scowled as he realized the truth. He could never go back to Guardiana. He was presumed dead. And he preferred to keep it that way. He was still a tired young man. If Max, the greatest Hero the world had seen, was discovered to still be among the ranks of the living, well, there would go his peaceful retirement. Here, where no one had any idea what Max looked like, Peregrin could enjoy his life. But Max had been raised in Guardiana. There was no chance that he wouldn't be spotted at first sight, especially with the chances of him running into an old friend. Max just wasn't ready to return to the pressures of being a Hero. Maybe someday, he would return, but not now.
So there was nothing he could do, Max reasoned. No matter how much this tournament tempted him, he would have to turn down the chance. He nodded to himself.
"How long are you going to keep sitting there?" said a voice directly behind him.
Max jumped about a foot in the air. He carefully peered around the trunk. There, sitting directly behind him against the same tree, was Serena.
"How long have you been there?" Max asked, dumbfounded.
"I went home, ate dinner, took a nap, and got back here within a space of two hours." Serena said sarcastically. "I've been hear the entire time, dimwit!"
"It's been 2 hours already?" Max said, incredulously. He glanced at the shadows. Indeed, they seemed to have grown longer since he had first sat down.
"So, Peregrin, are you going to let me know what's going on?" Serena said, smiling, but with her eyes burning with curiosity. "Are am I going to have to 'persuade' you?"
Max smiled. "No need." He handed the letter to Serena, who read it silently, her eyes growing wider, and wider.
"Wow," Serena said. "Are you going through with this?"
Max sighed. "I don't think so."
"But why? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! To get the chance to go up against the best fighters in the land! And the money!"
"It's hard to explain. The situation is somewhat complicated." Max struggled to put his feelings into words.
"Tell me." Serena looked into his eyes, pleadingly. Max was surprised by the amount of feeling he read in her dark blue eyes.
Max wondered how much he could tell her. Not very much, he decided. He'd try to go as close to the truth as possible.
"Well, in my past...I've had some problems with Guardiana...and well, I'm sort of banished from there." Max mentally slapped himself. THAT was the best story he could come up with? He was really not skilled at lying, unlike some people he knew. Arthur readily came to mind.
Serena was skeptical. It was obviously a lie. THAT was the best story Peregrin could come up with? She could see he was obviously uncomfortable, and decided to play along. "All right then." She watched, bemused, as Peregrin obviously looked relieved.
"Do you want to go?" Serena asked.
Max sighed. "Yes, I do."
"Ok. Well, I think I have a very clever plan then." Serena smiled mischeviously.
Max sighed again. He didn't like the way this was going.
*
"What the hell is this!" Max shouted.
"Don't worry about it. You look, well, flamboyant," said Serena. Ginny giggled. They were at Ginny's house, and she had just managed to throw together a little something for Max.
Max fumed. They had dressed him up in the most ridiculous costume. An extremely bright, red coloured shirt, followed by bright green pants, and a shiny black vest. To top it all off, they gave him a shiny, black mask. (like the one Zorro uses.) "I look silly," Max complained.
"I think you look cute!" Ginny said. Max blushed.
Serena grinned. "Well, no one will know who you are in that getup. See the point of this outfit is to draw attention away from you. With you dressed in that ridiculous, I mean splendid costume, everyone will be wondering who would make a fool of themselves dressing up like that, instead of wondering who the man behind the mask is."
"You mean I have to wear this all the time? Even the mask?" Max asked, groaning.
"Yes, even the mask." Serena said. "Besides, it makes you look mysterious...and dashing." Max blushed even harder, which made Serena grin's turn even larger, which in turn made Max blush harder, and so on.
"OK, I guess I'll go then," Max said resigned.
"Yay!" Serena said. "You do realize you're taking me with you, right?"
"Huh?"
"Well, those are my friends clothes...if you don't let me go, the deal's off!"
Max gritted his teeth. "That was your plan right from the start, wasn't it?"
Serena smiled proudly. "Yes."
"Could you at least show some kind of regret?"
"What, and lie about my true feelings?"
"You drive me insane, you know."
"Yes, I know."
"I don't know how you talked me into this."
"Me neither."
"I can't believe I'm bringing you along."
"I can't believe you got suckered like that."
"Maybe we're both insane."
"I guess so. Want to grab a beer? We can meet up with the rest of the gang, and you can deliver the good news to that messenger."
"Sure. Ginny, coming?"
"Yup!"
"One day, I'll get you back for this, Serena."
"No you won't. You're not devious enough."
"ARGH!"
