A/N

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I opened my eyes just long enough to see Larvitar burning an angry red color and blurring in front of me, processing just enough to take in the hateful red eyes suddenly filling my vision. Wreathed in a furious red, Larvitar sprung forward just as I landed in front of him.

Detect activates, and I see a flash of my chest getting caved in by the blow before the move takes hold of my body, forcing me to twist in a way I didn't know was possible with my bone structure. Fuck, I don't think I can afford to be hit considering what that Detect showed me.

Diving past the enraged rock Pokemon in a desperate tumble, I scramble to my feet after a small roll across the rock floor. It didn't buy me long, since apparently Larvitar could turn on a dime to chase after me, but it did give me enough time to make some distance. I tried to keep backing up, but I quickly hit the cave wall as the furious Larvitar charged in with another wild swing.

Just before he reaches me, I immediately drop to my chest, wincing as I feel the air displaced from the murderous punch as it whistles through the space my head had just previously occupied. My heart drops into my stomach as I hear the unmistakable sound of rock being turned to dust and shards, soon getting showered by a rain of stone dust and chunks. Oh man, I really can't afford to be hit with that.

Detect saves me once again, as it forces my body to roll to the side just as a pair of fists hammer blow through the rock I was laying on, scattering more chips and sharts through the air as the very ground was crushed.

Holy shit! What the hell is this Larvitar using?! I was already flagging from these dodges, sucking in air about as fast as I could. While Detect has saved me multiple times, using a move that automatically makes you dodge is damn draining.

Faster than I could blink, Larvitar was already in front of me again, leaning into a devastating punch. I briefly tried to activate Detect, but I was too exhausted for it to take effect. Fuck.

Larvitar's blow crushes through my meager defenses, nailing me directly in my chest as I feel my body conform to his fist as something in my body snaps. I give a pained grin as an orange glow rushes to cover my body, my front left leg immediately becoming sheathed in a silver light. Even as I felt myself about to be blown back from the force of the blow, I felt a sense of victory rush through me as I felt the pure strength encased in this Counter.

Larvitar immediately throws his other fist forward, looking to capitalize on his first clean hit of the fight, but I wasn't about to let him do that after I put in all that effort dodging.

My leg shoots out on its own volition, slamming into Larvitar in the middle of his follow up attack as my Counter activates. It makes a sound akin to a metal sledgehammer being slammed against a rock as Larvitar is flung towards the ceiling while I'm shot backwards.

Briefly, I see Larvitar crush a few stalactites with his body as he crashes into the ceiling. I can see a large mark on the side of his head from where I hit him, but it's too dusty to see exactly what happened.

I try to get my bearings so I can land safely, but all I can feel is the burning pain in my chest and a sudden inability to breathe as I pretty much crumple in mid air. My vision swimming, I try to right myself midair but have no idea how to go about doing that.

I get my answer soon enough ,thankfully, when my back slams into the cave wall hard enough to break part of it. I remained suspended there for a short few moments, idly noticing how shards of stone were shooting past me.

Soon enough, gravity reasserted itself on me. I came crashing down from my spot on the wall, stone shards coming with me as I heard entire chunks come loose. Some of them landed on me, but at this point I couldn't care.

"Hoooly fuck, did somebody get that car's plates?" I mumble, slurring my words as I try to stand back up only for my legs to be horrible traitors and fail to support my weight as I slump back to the ground.

Okay, forget that Totodile for worst I've been injured. I think I'm actually fainting here. It would suck to die again so soon.

Oh hey, is that Alonso dragging my bag over to me? That's nice, but I don't… think…

LINE BREAK

"So, the most recent reincarnate has arrived it seems. Took you long enough, you were slated to show up here after your first fight, but you bluffed your way into not getting knocked out and captured by Garrick like you were supposed to. And since this was the first time you fainted from a fight, now you're here," an indistinct voice says with an unamused tone.

I blink and open my eyes, quickly looking myself over only to find myself none the worse for wear. Oh, well they did say fainted so I guess my actual body is fine. I look around and eventually spot the origin of the voice, which was… shit, is that Arceus?

"I'm… going to pretend that I didn't hear that my reincarnation was supposed to be rigged so that Garrick would catch me," I eventually comment, nodding my head like I knew what the hell was going on.

"Hmm, since you've gone and meddled I should have expected this. I must ask… why have you done this when it has you taken off of the immunity list? Your God can be a bit… negligent but he does explain the etiquette of being reincarnated and how you're supposed to refrain from getting involved with the 'Main Cast' as it were. Or at least, he started to after the last couple ones that came through," Arceus states, leaning in with what I assume is an annoyed look on their face.

"Oh, I accidentally ignored him for about 5 seconds so he just sent me on my way. I assume I wasn't meant to be doing my own thing?" I ask, before shaking my head and looking back up at the massive god of Pokemon who was currently four times my size. "Never mind, I don't actually know any of the etiquette stuff you mentioned. So, sorry? I hope I didn't accidentally doom the world or something by returning someone's Pokedex and getting a sponsorship," I tried my best to be respectful near the beginning, but near the end I just kinda stopped caring about it. Turns out I'm just not that impressed with gods or something, because I should really have a better survival instinct than this. It's taking all I can to not directly mouth off to them.

Arceus doesn't look surprised, just resigned and deeply annoyed. I get the distinct sound of a deep breath coming from Arceus, despite the lack of mouth, and they quickly flickered through multiple different type changes before settling back down.

"Excuse me for a moment. I need to have a… talk with your God for one moment, we will resume this talk in a moment," Arceus orders more than asks, as they turn and walk off into thin air, disappearing from sight. Well, that should be fun, hope that guy gets a chewing out for apparently screwing everything over just to fuck with me some.

He may literally be my god considering he's at least partially governing my afterlife and rebirth, but that doesn't mean I have to respect him. He can go and get bent, he should know better than to expect me to do anything like willingly becoming someone's Pokemon without good reason. Like, you know, a god threatening my existence if I don't comply.

I totally would have been a stubborn little shit still though. You can force me into a situation under duress of obliteration but you can't make me enjoy it.

Eventually Arceus comes back, seemingly miffed about whatever talk they had with God as they walk through an invisible area, appearing in midair as they pass through one spot.

"So, Arceus, Big A. Uh, am I in trouble or am I good to continue with my plans and all that. I've already found a majority of the team I want, provided that Larvitar wants to join. And assuming that I didn't literally knock his block off with that Counter," I question, shooting them as close to finger guns as I can as a 2 foot tall quadrupedal fox Pokemon. It didn't go well, but I made the effort.

"No, in light of that… discussion… you are not in any trouble. Tell me, why did he pick you to be one of the reincarnates to my creation when you're so known to be… obstinate?" they ask with a disgruntled look, making me think that it was less of a discussion than it was God being good ol' old testament cryptic and unhelpful.

"Just tell it like it is, I'm an unreasonable jackass and when I get an idea stuck in my head it just stays there. As far as I can tell, he either thought it would be amusing to have you deal with my bullshit or wanted me out of his hair for the foreseeable future," I reply bluntly, shrugging my shoulders blandly. They seem surprised by my answer, which they really shouldn't be at this point. Aren't gods supposed to be omniscient?

"You certainly are a candid one. Most would prefer I gloss over their flaws or put it nicely," Arceus states, looking me up and down. Well, I assume that's what they did. Their eyes moved slightly up and down when looking at me, and that's the best guess I got.

"Eh, my flaws are what makes me human," I explain, sitting down. I look down at myself and frown, realizing what I said. "Er, makes me who I am. Either way, am I good to continue?"

"...Yes, you are 'good' to continue. If that changes I'll let you know. I'm sure you won't be hard pressed to find some other way to amuse yourself other than trying to prank the entire world at once…" Arceus trails off, staring into the distance for a few moments before snapping back to me. "Ah yes, nearly forgot due to the unplanned meeting time change. You are entitled to ask for a boon to make your life in my world easier. It cannot be anything from your old world however."

Shit, there goes my immediate idea for something that can play music from my old world on it. Whatever, I was a spastic about music and memorized a lot of it anyways. I'll find a way, damnit. I think through my options for a minute, the shitty dumb ideas I have get executed mercilessly. I don't need a gun with infinite ammo, I'm a fuckmothering Pokemon. I'm already a little ball of mass destruction.

"Is the move limit a thing here? It's really unclear from what I remember from my old world," I eventually ask.

"It's a soft limit where after a certain point you have to 'choose' which to remember and which to forget, but it does exist. It's not exactly limited at 4 though. Do you wish for it to be removed for you?" Arceus responds. I give a nod, my devious brain already thinking of a way to abuse this heavily. I can even be dramatic about it when I use it too, which will be all the better for my Theatrics.

"I have dealt with multiple reincarnations, and many boons have been requested. I cannot say I have ever received a question on removing the move limit, much less actually choosing that as your boon. Are you… sure?" Arceus leans in closely, looming over me as they get closer.

"As long as it doesn't remove my Illusion ability, then absolutely," I suddenly considered that I should have done a really Big Ask first, but it's too late now.

"Granted. Now, it may interest you to visit this particular address within the next… 2 months. Farewell, I look forward to seeing the results of this path you have chosen for yourself," Arceus boomed with finality, stomping one leg onto the ground and causing the entire plane of existence to shake. Information on where to go is shoved directly into my head, but explanation as to why.

"Wait, you're saying others have been reincarnated into this same world? Are they alive right now?" I yell out, feeling the world around me collapsing rapidly as dark streaks begin to fill the white, the image of Arceus rapidly pulling away despite standing perfectly still. It feels like I'm being dragged by my navel as my ears snatch my answer from the void as my world fades to back.

"Of course, young Zorua. I wish you luck with your chosen Boon."

I shoot back awake, immediately trying to sit up only to be forced back down by an ache in my chest. Oh, okay. Back to normal life where I'm injured then. I look around and take in the… room? Where the hell did they find a room to put me in? Why am I just laying on a singular pillow?

I stood up, taking note of the copious amounts of bandages tightly wrapping my chest, raising one eyebrow at the Larvitar who was still asleep with an equally bandaged head. Well, they wouldn't keep a body in the same room as me and treat it, so obviously Larvitar will be fine. I think.

Now, onto the important business. Where in the fuck did my team take me and where is my bag. Omnissiah is in there, can't afford to lose him, he's my damn ID and everything.

Also I'd feel bad losing a questionably sentient being, even if it is a computer.

I briefly considered changing into human form, but discarded it immediately once I realized that since it's a physical transformation of… some kind… that doing it when having very solid objects wrapped around your vital areas is probably a horrible idea. No being turned into a chunky soup today, thank you very much.

Shit, I totally should have asked Arceus what the hell is going on with that. Completely slipped my mind. I need to get better about taking advantage of talking with extremely knowledgeable gods to answer my burning personal questions. Secrets of the universe? No thanks, I just want to know the answers to my arbitrary questions.

I shift on my pillow, wincing as I stubbornly try to stand up only for my chest to once again blossom from a dull ache to active pain that forces my legs out from under me as spots swim in my vision.

Fuck. I'm totally going to be stuck on this pillow for a while, aren't I? At least Pokemon heal faster, so I should be good in only a day or two, but I'm slightly worried about the whole 'dragging my unconscious body through a mountain range to a stranger's house' prospect more than anything. The hell was my team thinking?

So… that meeting certainly was a... thing. I really have no clue what to think about Arceus, considering God went and screwed the planned whole reincarnation thing with me. Again, from what it sounds like from Arceus. I can't say I'm mad he did though, I would have wanted to stab whoever my trainer was if I was forced into that situation.

Non-fatally, of course.

I wonder what everyone else chose their boon to be, and what they were up to. It would be just my luck if we all got dumped into the same time period, I'm already so goddamn late on this season. I just hope I lucked out on my team's strength, since otherwise I'm sure as hell never going to finish the Circuit this year. That'd be a poor damn showing after I made national TV over fleecing that dumbass of his money.

I settle in for a possibly long and aggravating coalescing period.

LINE BREAK

I open one eye, paying attention to the sound of the door to my shared room opening, softly clicking open in a probable attempt to not disturb anyone. Unfortunately for them, I was bored as hell and currently had the ears of a fox. Literally. Gimli can eat his heart out. I swear, my boredom was palpable at this point.

I drift my vision towards the door, yawning slowly. I wonder who's been taking… care… no fucking way, put me back in that cave and let me bleed out. I categorically refuse this shit. Is it too late to change my boon? Throw me into hell, it'll be better.

Standing in the doorway was both Brock and Ash fucking Ketchum, and I suddenly felt the need for an Ash Ketchum repellant zone. How the hell do I keep running into these guys when I went out of my way to specifically avoid them. Ash's eyes lit up when he saw me and he gave me a wave as the pair walked in.

No, ohohohoh no. No way. I was done with this group when Brock was cool and sponsored me. I was never supposed to see them again, much less be the goddamn guest star of what equates to a "Save the Pokemon!" filler episode.

"Oh, you're awake! Everyone was really worried when we went to Mount Silver to return a Larvitar Egg to where they live and we saw the end of that fight. That was super cool! How did you do that?" Ash says in a rapid fire salvo.

Wait, isn't he supposed to only take the Larvitar to Mount Silver when it hatches? I distinctly remember him having a hatched Larvitar. And wasn't that near the end of the anime? Eh, whatever. Butterflies and earthquakes and all that. I'm just going to assume one of the apparent reincarnates messed with things enough to change it.

I stare up at Ash and give him the best "How do you expect me to answer that?" look that I can muster. I think he understood, since he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

You may ask why I have such an aversion to this lovable pre-teen that just really wants to help everyone in existence. And it's nothing against him personally, it's just I have an aversion to dealing with the childish and hyper-powerful legendary Pokemon that he constantly has around.

I may not be scared of gods and all that, but I am aware that since I lack something known as Plot Armor I am what is generally considered "Collateral Damage" when they suddenly throw a hissy fit. And I want to continue living, thank you very much.

A yellow head peaks its way around Ash's head and over his shoulder. Looks like I get to meet the Pikachu, destroyer of Ground Types with Electric Moves. Joy.

"Hey, don't think I met you last time. I think you were hurt fighting Bugsy or something?" I say to Pikachu, acting like I haven't spent hundreds of hours watching a show he stars in.

"I'm totally going to get that Scyther back! I don't understand how it could be so fast, it dodged Thunderbolt!" Pikachu states animatedly, standing upright on Ash's shoulder as he hits his paws together, electricity crackling from his cheeks for a moment.

Unfortunately for him, Ash seemed to think that he was trying to pick a fight with the heavily injured Zorua they've been helping heal rather than some opponent that defeated him. I saw Ash's face look thoughtful the moment the angry gesture happened, so I did my best to resettle onto the pillow and watch the show.

"Pikachu, you can fight him later when he's feeling better. Nick and Brock said he'll be better in about 3 days, remember? I bet he'll be a great fight, you saw that one hit right? Larvitar seems really strong too!" Ash says animatedly while Pikachu nods rapidly and crosses his arms.

I'm… not sure what I extend from the pair of battle fanatics. For his part, Brock just looks amused at the exchange like he expected this to happen. Hell, he probably actually did considering how long he's been traveling with the pair.

Brock ushers them out of the room, saying something like they were interrupting our healing and that the longer they stay in here the longer it will take to heal. This got them out of the room as fast as I could blink once they realized what Brock said, and managed to get a small chuckle out of me before my chest protested the action and forced a small grimace.

Brock slings a bag off of his back, setting it on the ground while he rifles through it. Wonder what he's even grabbing out of there?

I got my answer soon enough as he pulled out a covered bowl and set it down in front of me, pulling the top off and setting it aside. I blink a couple times, looking him up and down while he pushes the bowl towards me. Is that Pokemon Kibble, or whatever it's called in this universe?

Wait, duh. Brock makes a bunch of it all of the time, makes sense he'd have leftovers. The only problem was, I've literally never eaten any and I don't know what kind I like.

Probably noticing my hesitant expression despite the species barrier, Brock was quick to reassure me that it'd be fine, since that's Dark Type specialized food and the rest of my team liked it. Except for an Absol who refused to eat anything and was like a statue outside the door, having not moved away once.

"That's a really loyal teammate you've got there, won't even leave to go eat. Although, they do keep staring at Ash weirdly every time he comes around," Brock says happily. Personally, I don't see how someone not eating is a good thing in any way but hey, he probably just appreciates the thought of someone he sponsored making good friends.

Even if I could right now, I wouldn't disabuse him of that notion. It'll be a lot easier than explaining that according to this Absol, I have a Sword of Damocles over my head and it really wants to see the disaster come to fruition. And apparently it's somehow bigger than the one the Trouble Magnet himself, Ash, has.-

I slowly reach out my good front paw, since the one I used to hit Larvitar was also wrapped up, and grab one of the pieces of "I Can't Believe It's Not Kibble". I sniff it a couple times, get nothing off of it, before lightly shrugging and popping it in my mouth.

I crunch it and get no taste still, before possibly the most bitter fucking taste I've ever had the displeasure of experience filled my mouth like concentrated hyper-cranberries. The worst part was that even though it felt like my tongue was shriveling and my eyes were watering, I seriously wanted more.

It was possibly one of the best things I've ever had according to my tastebuds, even though I was reacting horribly to the bitterness. My traitorous paw reached out and grabbed another, popping it into my mouth. It wasn't as intense this time, but damn was that strong.

This food better not ruin berries for me, I'm too damn cheap to be buying food and carrying it around in that single satchel. Don't get me wrong, I love that bag, but it's damn small and I have to make the most of it.

Brock nodded like he had just been personally gratified, and turned to do a quick check up on Larvitar. I grimaced when he changed Larvitar's bandages, revealing the spot where I nailed him with that Counter.

It was like a mix between spiderwebs and Lichtenberg figures, all centered around a spot just behind his left eye. Shit, Counter was a destructive move when you're hit hard enough to take you out of commission for multiple days.

I make an inquisitorial noise at Brock and pointed at Larvitar, his face growing a bit more stony like the Pokemon he trains. "He'll be fine, but getting hit with a Counter when you're using Outrage… " he trails off, tying the new bandages back tight.

Wait, I was hit by a fucking Outrage?! No goddamn wonder I crumpled like a paper bag and went down like a sack of potatoes, that's a 120 power move! Shit, we're both just lucky it wasn't a STAB Outrage, or we would have both probably died there.

I need a better game plan than just trying to Counter everything I fight. Of course, I'm still totally using that as my defensive keep away option, but it can't be my only go-to option when I fight something I can't use Dark Pulse against.

Which is why I'm so obsessed with that move. First of all, I know both my current form and my evolution are actually Special Attack based so practicing a Special Attack dark move was just a good idea. Second of all, I need a damn ranged option.

The problem is that while I've practiced it like a madman, I still can't use it while moving and I still need about a half of a second wind up time. And in most fights when the opponent is engaging me in a ranged skirmish, I pretty much can't afford to stand still and fire off attacks in response. If I could use the attack when moving, my problems would be solved, but for now I just can't. Hmmm… maybe I can when I'm midair? Food for thought I guess.

Wait, where did Brock go? And why is my food gone?!

LINE BREAK

2 days. 2 godforsaken days I was trapped in that room except for Brock or Misty to occasionally drop off some Kibble. The only reprieve I had was when Alonso broke in and gave me an explanation for what happened.

Apparently when I was pancaked against the wall Alonso flipped the hell out, Sneasel was happy something interesting happened with the fight and some damage was done, and Absol did exactly what you expect they did. Stood there and stared at my unconscious body.

A few moments after this, apparently Ash and Co made themselves known by rushing over to my downed body. Alonso did not take this well, and intervened immediately. Pikachu jumped from Ash and initiated diplomacy, and Alonso yelled at Pikachu to tell his Trainer to back the fuck off. Pikachu declined by sticking his tongue out and pulling down one eyelid, which prompted Alonso to call him a dirty fucking rat and to never touch his Trainer.

I'll need to give Alonso a slight lesson on who to threaten and insult, because threatening an Electric Type about 4 feet from you when you're a Flying Type and thus weak to Electric…

The ensuing scuffle was very short lived, and now the only currently capable member of the team was Sneasel, who only made slight threats of stabbing Pikachu if he did anything bad to my unconscious and slightly bleeding body. This was deemed acceptable and the Main Cast made their way to my downed body as well as Larvitar and began administering aid using the potions in my bag.

It's a strange day when you learn Sneasel of all people was the diplomatic one out of the two of them.

The Cast then carried our 3 unconscious bodies between them, since Alonso was still out of it, all the way back to Nick's place. Nick was apparently a mountaineer who lived in the area and was recommended by Professor Elm. All the injured Pokemon were put into a small spare room and given pillows, then left to heal with occasional check ins by Brock.

Well, this is the information I got from the conversation. Alonso spent a majority of it just bitching about Pikachu, but I was so bored I just let him keep going while I pulled the actual information out of it and ignored his colorful threats towards the "Rat".

I thought about correcting him, saying Pikachu is a mouse, but I doubt Alonso would care to correct it and would just use it more to piss Pikachu off. After Alonso left, I was treated to blank walls and a lowly snoring Larvitar a small distance away from me for the next day or so.

So when Brock eventually came in, looked at my bandages and felt my chest a bit without me silently screaming and wincing, he declared me fit enough to move around. I immediately took the opportunity to leave the room, so here we are now.

I could have probably been a stubborn bastard, but Brock knows more about Pokemon biology than I certainly do. So, I listened to him since I didn't want to irrevocably fuck something up. A couple days of mind numbing boredom was worth not being partially crippled for the rest of my hopefully long life.

The first thing I did when reclaiming my freedom was to turn back into a Human so I could talk. The pain in my chest came back slightly, but I had no other adverse effects so I accepted the outcome by bitching under my breath and no more.

The second thing was to reclaim my Satchel. They had just left it next to Absol, who as promised was just sitting outside the room and staring at the door. I guess they thought Absol would care if it was taken, when in reality a sled team of snails could have drug it away without Absol caring to stop it.

Oh well, it's still here. And also pretty much empty of berries, which was a shame since they are decently hard to get around here due to the large concentration of Zubat that feed on them every night.

Whatever, it just means I have an excuse to eat Brock's unholy magical cooking. I swear, the man made a deal with the devil to make whatever that food is and it still be so delicious. Don't worry, I said this to his face but he just smirked happily.

I then introduced myself to Nick, extracting a quick promise to not tell anyone about the whole me being a Pokemon thing and telling him my plans. He just chuckled and agreed, mentioning he didn't exactly see enough people to go spreading rumors. In return, I promised to call him when I was about to do my big reveal, so he could lay down a nice tidy bet over the whole thing.

Good old gambling and insider trading, gotta love it when it favors you.

Next order of business was to see what the hell my team had been doing, and if Alonso had mouthed off enough to get another shock by Pikachu in the meantime. Hopefully he took my word on how strong that mouse was, but I doubt it for some reason. That bird needs to get over his protectiveness, I swear to Arceus I will hit him with Dark Pulses during training if he doesn't.

Now, imagine my surprise when I walk outside and see a slightly charred Alonso twitching on the ground in front of an indignant looking Pikachu. Or, rather, the complete lack of it.

I just sigh and pull out his Pokeball, returning him with a bland look as I attach his ball to my belt. Alonso can sit in time out until he remembers to not insult the high voltage mouse to his face.

For her part, Sneasel just looks like she found paradise. Apparently she was getting into constant fights with Ash's Heracross, and despite the fact that both of them had type advantages against each other, neither of them knew moves of that type currently.

This led to the pair just constantly fighting whenever they were unsupervised, tearing up the rocky landscape just outside Nick's house. Thankfully it was just born out of their mutual love of fighting and violence, and not a rivalry like Alonso and Pikachu.

Sadly, in their infinite wisdom they decided to give Ash a turn as the Pokemon Supervisor. This went as well as you thought for stopping a battle from happening, considering he was currently busy shouting encouragement and advice to Heracross.

Sneasel was losing the current fight it seems, but a few evasive Quick Attacks used exclusively to dodge a barrage of Horn Attacks let her catch some breathing room she sorely needed. Heracross was damn fast, especially when it really put its wings into moving.

"Keep after the Sneasel, Heracross! You can do it, she's slowing down!" Ash yelled, swiping his arm in front of him dramatically. Damn, he may be airheaded but that's actually a really sound tactic to use.

I may want to never be near the guy, but considering I'm sorta incapable of travelling safely at the moment I'm stuck with him. And, well, let's be honest. Who wouldn't want to do a friendly battle against Ash Ketchum?

"Use Taunt and wait for an opening Sneasel, then Quick Attack inside his guard," I calmly commanded, surprising Ash who I had walked up behind.

A/N

And bam, back on normal schedule baby! Had a lot of fun with this chapter, not going to lie. I've had most of this close to my chest the entire damn time, and it's only going to continue rolling forward. Plot progression is a wonderful thing that makes my soul happy.

This chapter was actually looked over by a couple of betas. Thanks to Nekonomicon and Blink.

If you notice a large quality improvement, you can than them for pointing out some of my laziness and fuck ups.

Peace

-Taldor