Heeeeeeeeeere's "Fort Capter," as I've called the document. I messed up the title of the first document, and it became kind of a thing. I just think it's kind of funny. Anyways, sorry it's so late, I'll explain more at the bottom. And even in the story, actually, because I enjoy breaking the fourth wall.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

Ayano looked up at me. She seemed less scared than you'd think. She had said she was scared, and she was, but... something in her eyes told me that she was more excited than terrified. I decided I'd think more about that later.

"Nightshade, we need to see if we can find any traces of the Hunt. Do you agree?" I asked.

"Of course, Grey. hall we split up?" she replied.

"While it would be faster... I think it's best we all stick together. If we knew that we had merely lost the hunt, it would be different, but something different might have happened. If we keep together, we have a better chance of protecting Ayano if something crazy happens. I apologize for suggesting you travel with a male."

"Think nothing of it, Grey. You are right. Protecting her should be our primary focus. If I ignored my young sister for such a petty reason, I'd not be a true Huntress."

It seemed Ayano was a little peeved that she wasn't getting to talk, but she seemed to know that this could be a life or death situation.

"I've already been to the North, so let's try the South. Let's go." I said.

Wordlessly, all three of us took off, and Ayano did indeed hold onto Zoe's back as they ran. Zoe was somewhat slower than I, so I suggested I hold Ayano, which Ayano found very much agreeable.

"Yaaay!" she shouted.

"Hush, little one," I lightly scolded her. "We don't know for certain what lurks in these woods. We shouldn't make too much noise."

She pouted, but seemed to agree.

After a while of seeing nothing but the woods, we tried heading Northwest, and, finding nothing, tried heading East.

Still nothing.

I said to Zoe, "What do you think we should do, Nightshade?"

Zoe seemed concerned. "Truthfully, I think we should head to Olympus. If our Lady is truly missing, the council must be notified. Staying here will accomplish nothing."

"I agree. Ayano? Do you think that's a good idea?" I was indulging Ayano, but it was still good to know if this was what she wanted to do. Better to ask than not, at any rate.

"Sure!" she said, excitedly.

"Then let's be off," suggested Zoe.

We started making our way East, sprinting through the trees.

Some time later, we ran into... trouble? Not exactly. But it was the first evidence that something incredible had happened.

We found what we thought was the Huntresses' camp. Same layout, same silver tents, same everything.

"We found it!" shouted Ayano.

But Zoe and I shared a troubled look.

I said, so softly it was almost a whisper, "Zoe... where's the Hunt?"

I didn't exactly mean that, though, because I knew exactly where they were. They were perched in the trees, arrows aimed on us. It was as if they thought we were outsiders.

Zoe seemed to know what I meant. "Put down your weapons,, Nathan," she said in a tone that matched mine. "If we surrender, they shouldn't harm us. They wouldn't strike me down instantly, and as long as Ayano is on your back, they won't touch you either."

If this wasn't such a serious situation, I probably would've realized we'd both just referred to each other by our first names.

"What's going on?" asked Ayano. "Where is everybody?"

"Don't say anything, little one," I said softly. "This isn't the Hunt. This isn't our Hunt. Your sister and I will handle this."

She didn't make a sound.

I slowly removed the scabbards from my belt and laid them on the ground. Zoe did the same with the bow slung across her back. I dropped my knife.

Zoe spoke up, clearly but cautiously, "Excuse us. We're now unarmed, and wish this place no harm."

A girl's voice from the trees shouted back, "Who are you? And why have you come to the Hunters' camp? How did you find this place?"

Zoe and I shared another look.

Hunters? Members of the Hunt almost always identified themselves as Huntresses, not Hunters. The use of the feminine form of the word was rather important, wasn't it?

"I am Zoe Nightshade, and this is Ayano Suzumaki, as well as Nathan Grey." Zoe called out.

Instantly there was furious muttering. I could hear Zoe's name being thrown around a lot. They seemed shocked by her, somehow.

Suddenly a girl, about 12 years old and absolutely overflowing with energy, came into view. Her power felt familiar, and was so overwhelming it was obvious she was a major goddess.

Zoe spoke. "My Lady? Why are you in such a juvenile form?"

It was Artemis? Why was she so young? She commonly took an 18 year old form, the age most Huntresses chose to remain immortal at. And why was she here? Where had she gone?

But Artemis didn't look like she'd even heard Zoe. She kept walking forwards. "Zoe? Is that.. really you?"

"My Lady? What happened? Where did you go?"

Artemis was clearly crying. "Zoe? Are you really here?"

"Yes, my Lady, I'm right here. Will you please tell us what is going on?" Zoe looked totally confused now.

When Zoe said 'us' Artemis seemed to see me for the first times, and her glowing eyes darkened.

"What are you doing in the presence of a male?"

"Don't you remember? This is Nathan Grey, the man who got trapped in the... What is going on, Artemis?" Zoe realized Artemis had no idea who I was.

"You died, Zoe. You died years ago. I sent you to the stars."

Zoe was thoroughly shocked, as was I.

"I died!? What do you mean, 'I died'!?" I wanted to know the same thing.

"At the end of the quest to save me. Atlas, and Ladon, and Percy Jackson..." Artemis trailed off.

So-called 'Hunters' started slowly coming out of the trees to get a better look.

"What are you talking about? What quest?"

"The Ophiotaurus, I was hunting it, and was captured, and you led a quest to rescue me, and... you died."

"No, I didn't, my Lady. You killed the Ophiotaurus with no problem. There was no such quest. And who is Percy Jackson?"

This seemed to pull Artemis out of whatever funk she was in. She gave Zoe a concerned look.

"Come to my tent. We must sort this out, immediately. Who is this boy?"

Zoe hesitated for a few moments, and then said, "Someone who should also hear what you have to say."

I debated whether or not that meant anything very briefly, before I nodded appreciatively at Zoe, who curtly nodded back. Ayano seemed just as confused by everything as us, and said nothing. That, or she had fallen asleep at some point unbeknownst to me.

Artemis considered something for a moment, but relented, saying, "Follow me, all of you. We have much to discuss."

I had my suspicions as to what had happened, as I'm sure both Zoe and this strange Artemis did. I'd like to see if they held water.

we headed to Artemis's tent, which was in the same place as it was before, in the Huntress' camp. It was clear this was not the same place. This was the Hunters' camp.

Once we were inside, child Artemis waved her hand and summoned three chairs. This was a power I envied, at least at one point. Does that sound odd?

See, while I had been immortal, I was only a glorified nature sprite, the embodiment of gusts of wind that bowl over groups of men. I wasn't a god. And, as we all know, even the weakest of gods can summon chairs. So for me to summon a chair, I would first have to become a god. I had wanted that for the longest time. But, when the second Titanomachy broke out, I traded in my immortality for a chance to fight, though I did, of course, keep much increased youth, remaining at the physical age of 18 for years on end, though I could be killed in combat. As the years and years went by, my desire to become a god faded. The point is, even to this day, the power to summon chairs was something I wanted, even though the desire to truly become a god had waned.

It was Artemis spoke who spoke first. "If you do not remember, then I will begin from the beginning. Listen closely."

She told us all about the third book in the PJO series. Is the author getting lazy? Absolutely. This chapter is way late, and it's all recap anyways. Give the guy a damn break, it's finals week.

Neither of us remembered any of that happening the way it did. I knew a lot about the history of the second Titan war, having lived it. I had a particular attachment to some of these events in particular, actually, though I decided not to say anything until the goddess had finished.

Zoe said, "I don't remember any of that happening the way it did. Do you remember any of that, Grey?"

I decided I'd speak up. "Well, as a matter of fact... in the very beginning, the story opened with the Percy fellow heading to rescue the children of Hades, yes?"

Artemis said, "Yes. And?" She seemed to dislike me quite a bit.

"Well, I'm not sure how exactly this is, but, as it happens, I was the one sent to retrieve the demigods you mentioned. It was a routine recruitment mission. It only took a week or so, I recall. I took out the four Manticore guarding them with not much trouble. They had remarkably weak scents for as powerful as they both turned out to be, though they were both killed in the Battle of Jersey."

Artemis was stunned.

"Oh yes, I remember them now," Zoe exclaimed. "They fought well there, didn't they?"

"Yeah. If I didn't have incredible luck, I'd never have made it out of that fight alive. I watched them fall. They were protecting mortals, if I recall correctly. It was years and years ago, after all. They were both true heroes."

Artemis looked more and more lost.

"Zoe, do you know exactly what happened with the Ophiotaurus in our world?" I accidentally let slip my theory.

"Our world?" she asked.

"Sorry, it just seems the most likely solution. Two different histories, the Hunt not remembering us? I figure the ritual must have failed. I wonder if I can leave you? Um, wait, I... that came out wrong. I was just wondering what would happen if I tried to-"

"Shut up," Zoe said calmly. "I agree, that seems likely."

I wasn't sure why I got so flustered just then. It couldn't be good.

Now, you may be thinking, 'This isn't realistic. Real people would be way more freaked out by traveling to an alternate universe. This is stupid.' But the thing is, you are not immortal. You have not lived thousands of years. You have not been subject to numerous crazy happenings. This was certainly crazy, but... It could be much crazier. We were both happy just to be safe. Well, I was. I assume she was, too. And Ayano... I'm not sure she really grasped the concept.

Zoe spoke again. "Our Artemis sensed the Ophiotaurus returning, and killed it without any trouble at all, really. Two of the other elder sisters accompanied her, while I took charge of the hunt. It took a week or so."

Artemis seemed like she was going to fall out of her chair.

"Elder... sisters?"

"Yeah. The four eldest members of the Hunt. Our Artemis heads the council they're on, and they make up the driving leadership of the Hunt."

"Hold on you two. Just... tell me one thing. Just how long did the Titan War last?"

I spoke up. "Fifty years. Why?"

"Ours... only lasted five, at most."

"Only five years!?" I exclaimed. Zoe looked somewhat shocked, as well.

"Yes. And how long did your Giant War last?"

At first, we didn't understand what she meant.

Zoe said, "What giant war, my Lady? What do you mean?"

"The Second Gigantomachy. How long did it take?"

We both paled. Even Ayano, whose eyes had glazed over for the most part, seemed distraught.

"That..." I trailed off.

"Hasn't happened yet." Zoe finished.

Artemis looked down. She was clearly saddened. But then she picked her head back up.

"Have you gotten the next Great prophecy yet?" she asked, hope shining clear in her tone.

Zoe said, "No. We haven't. I suppose that's good, right, Grey?"

But I wasn't listening. There was someone outside the tent.

"Grey." Zoe sounded very upset. Very very upset. I wasn't sure why, exactly.

"Z-Nightshade, there's someone right outside the tent."

Just then, Artemis said, "Come in here, Percy."

Zoe and I shared a look, her anger forgotten, momentarily. The Percy who was supposedly this world's Zoe's only male friend before she died? For some reason, I tensed up. I didn't want him near the Lieutenant.

It was at this point that my heart knew. My heart knew exactly what it wanted. Unfortunately, or perhaps very fortunately, my brain still had no idea.

Percy opened the tent flap, and stepped inside. He was incredibly handsome, with jet black hair and glowing green eyes, with... was that... black around the inside? And were those... orange fleks in the middle? What on Earth? His eyes looked absolutely crazy, and were probably the only flaw his face had. They were just too ridiculous to be attractive. He was overflowing with power, nearly as much as this world's Artemis, who I had recently determined possessed marginally less power than our world's Artemis. Still, this meant that this Perseus fellow was almost level with one of the more combat oriented Olympian gods of this world. He was freakishly strong for a demigod, and he seemed about 18. I could smell a lot about him, since his power was flowing into the air around us. I was still slightly connected with wind, though I didn't have any combat abilities. He smelled mainly of the sea, but there was also an aura of mysteriousness, as well as a sort of comfortable odor.

Unfortunately, his smell was so overpowering that as soon as he stepped in the room and it mixed with the smell of Artemis's power, I started gagging from all the strange scents, which was probably rude.

"Hey, Arty."

What.

Excuse me.

My head whipped over to Artemis, who, of all things, was blushing lightly. Gods, though they have gold ichor, still blushed red, for some reason. It was a strange, strange thing. I'd only seen it once, when I met Aphrodite over a thousand years ago, which is an incredibly long story in and of itself. Also, interestingly, Artemis seemed to have changed into the 18 year old form I was used to seeing at some point.

But I had just witnessed two things. A male had just referred to the almighty goddess Artemis by a nickname for people named Arthur, and not only was he not dead, but the goddess blushed. It was completely unfathomable. Incomprehensible. Totally bizarre.

I looked at Zoe, who was as completely dumbfounded as I was.

Neither of us could even attempt to speak.

But Artemis continued like nothing had happened.

"Hello, Percy. You've come at an interesting time. You remember my lieutenant, Zoe, right?"

"Of course, how could I ever forget?"

This wasn't possible. Did they think we didn't notice? Because it was brutally obvious. He called her Arty, and she blushed. That didn't happen because they were friends. Both of them were attracted to one another and neither made an attempt to hide it. It... it made no sense. She was the maiden goddess. The maiden goddess, for crying out loud!

"Well, this may be hard to believe. But, we believe that these three people came from a different world. A..."

"An alternate universe?"

"Yeah, that's it, thanks!"

"No problem."

She blushed.

This was sickening. Not only was the goddess of virgins clearly in love with Percy, but Percy was clearly in love with the goddess of virgins. And they were acting like middle schoolers about it! Blushing for no reason, not acknowledging it immediately... it was... it just made no sense. They certainly were from an alternate universe. If our Artemis acted like this... I shudder to think what the hunt would be like. It was just... so out of character. It was like she lost all maturity around this guy. It made no damn sense.

I looked to Zoe, and her face seemed to indicate she was thinking along the same lines.

Suddenly, before I could stop her, Ayano blurted out, "So they like each other, right?"

Uh oh. We were dead for sure. Even if she was acting like a childish lovesick girl, she was still an incredibly powerful goddess, and she wouldn't like this one bit.

Or not. Instead of blasting us into oblivion, she turned beet red, right along with Percy, even though he had perfectly tanned skin.

"It-it's not like that!" she said coyly.

"Ye-yeah," affirmed Percy.

"Oh. Okay," said Ayano.

Un-fucking-believable. Pardon my French.

This was just getting too ridiculous. I wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. Unless this crap calmed down, I was gonna run.

Suddenly, Zoe put her arm out and grabbed my shoulder, as if to say, "Stay strong, Grey."

And so I stayed.

I sat through their weird lovesick routine for at least another hour, telling Percy about our world, with help from Zoe, and occasionally , and him telling us about his. I decided he wasn't really a bad guy, he just fell for the wrong girl. He seemed guarded though, when he wasn't a lovesick little boy. It made him interesting, at least a little.

Thankfully, before too long, it had gotten late.

Zoe asked, somewhat dazed after everything we'd gotten used to, "Do you have any spare tents?"

Artemis replied, "Just one."

I instantly said, "Perfect!" which garnered strange looks across the board. But I continued, "Nightshade and Ayano will be able to sleep in a tent. Don't worry about me, if you were. I can easily make a shelter."

It was Percy who spoke. "Oh, you don't need to do that, man. You can bunk with me! It'll be sweet. I've got an extra bed in my tent."

"Ahh, well, thank you very much, Percy. I appreciate that. I think I'll take you up on that."

Just for a minute, I wondered what it would be like to sleep on a real bed again. Even when I had stayed as a guest at the main camp, I still had to sleep on the ground, without so much as a sleeping bag. It had been months and months since I'd slept in a real bed, and it had been over fifty years since I'd slept in a comfortable one.

Just then, Ayano spoke up. "Aww, so I can't sleep with Nate?"

I reddened.

Zoe scolded her for me. "No, Ayano. But you get to sleep in my tent. Isn't that better?"

Ayano was having none of it. "Nooooo. I wanna sleep in Nate's tent!"

I decided I needed to step in. "Ayano, what brought this on? Your sister cares about you a lot, and I'll have to leave you guys, soon enough. It's not right for a Huntress to sleep in a man's tent anyways."

"But you're Nate! It should be okay!" she protested.

"Little one, please don't argue. Just sleep with your sister, alright? Please?" I desperately pleaded.

"Fiiiine."

"Thank you, Ayano."

Artemis was the next to speak. "Zoe, and Ayano, too, won't you have dinner with us?"

Everyone but Ayano understood what she meant. Percy looked like he might argue but decided against it. Ayano didn't realize I wasn't invitied.

Zoe had a solemn acceptance in her eyes. She could not argue for my sake and save face at the same time, and this was Artemis, even if she was a strange, lovesick one. Besides, why would she really even want to eat with me? She only teamed up with me to protect Ayano. I understood when I wasn't wanted. And I was used to it. I lived within a mile of the hunt for a long time now. I knew what had to be done. I could still save face. I wasn't a pathetic boy. My chest hurt, but I didn't know why.

"I'll go catch something for myself, if I can get my weapons back." I said, with an utmost effort to remain respectful. I didn't know why it was so hard all of a sudden. Were emotions harder to keep in check in this world or something?

Emotions?

"I'm sure my Hunters will have left them where you dropped them. If you survive this tent, there's no need to keep your weapons hostage." Artemis told me.

I got up and left the tent wordlessly, and I found my weapons right where I left them.

I thought that was foolish. I'd sworn no oaths. None of us had. All she had was our word. My Huntresses would never have left my weapons lying on the ground. I wouldn't be able to get them back for a month. Actually, it had been more than a month.

My Huntresses?

I caught enough food to fill me up after the exhausting day I had, made a small fire, and put it out when I was done. I started making a shelter before I remembered Percy had offered to let me stay in his tent. I didn't want to anymore.

Gods dammit, why was I acting like a little kid? Had Artemis's childishness rubbed off on me? Why was I acting so upset? It was completely irrational. I had to find water, not least to fill my canteen, but to splash my face. I needed to get my senses back, and quick.

I eventually located a stream, and when I splashed my face, I truly did feel a little better. What was there to be sad about? I'd see Zoe tomorrow.

I'd see Zoe tomorrow? Why was that-

"Grey...Nathan. I need to talk to you. Ayano is with the Hunters, she'll be fine for a long while, so don't worry about her."

It was Zoe, calling me by my first name.

I felt better. A lot better. I still thought that all this emotion was due to this strange world. What a fool I was.

"N-Zoe? What is it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"We may still be being watched. Come with me. I know how fast you can move. Only keep up with me, alright?"

"Of course. After you."

Zoe shot off, and I after her. We traveled at speeds that shouldn't even be possible for humans. But then, neither of us were human, were we? The speed was exhilarating, and I felt better without even talking to her, though my interest in what was this important was mounting. Finally, we came to a stop.

"So, Lieutenant, what is this important?" I said softly.

"We need to plan how to get out of here. This place... it's not where any of us belong."

I ignored the slight sinking of my heart, because this was vital. No time for silly games.

"I agree. This Artemis..."

Zoe spat on the ground.

"She doesn't deserve the name," she said vehemently.

I had no idea she felt so strongly.

Zoe continued, "You were in the tent, but you have no idea how horrible it was at dinner. She was... she didn't act like Artemis, you know?"

"That's how it seemed to me. Though, I don't know what Artemis would be like if she were in love," I added.

"Well, I do. You know the story of Orion? Well, despite whatever version your friends told you, I'd bet the truth was different. It was as close to love as Artemis will ever come. She admired him as much as anyone could. He was a grand huntsman, and not at all a bad person, no one in the Hunt thought he was. He and you were very similar,, actually, in that regard. He didn't make advances on Artemis, nor any woman. They were happy together. His skill and hers were equal. When Apollo tricked her into shooting him, she felt so horrible that she left me in charge of the Hunt for years, after putting Orion in the stars. Even Apollo was stricken with grief when he saw what he had done. When she came back, she never mentioned him again. She harbored the truest kind of love for him. She is a virgin goddess, and surely would still have remained such, even if Orion were still alive today. That's the kind of bond they shared."

"That's... I'm not sure what to say. That's beautiful, really. I hope one day, I'll share a bond like that, with someone."

Zoe ignored what I said, which I was thankful for, as it was somewhat embarrassing. "But this world's Artemis... I don't think her Orion was like that at all. Look up at the sky. Do you see Orion?"

I nodded.

"Look at Orion's back. What do you see?"

I looked very closely. Finally, I saw it.

"Is that... It looks kind of like it's a..."

"Scorpion. It's chasing Orion across the stars for eternity. It's called Scorpio."

"So, what does that mean?"

"It means that this Artemis, or at least some god, hates Orion. He wasn't a good person in this world. Artemis never felt a real love. It could explain her infatuation with this... Percy character."

"That might be. Why do you say Percy with such a bitter taste in your mouth, Zoe?"

"For one, he is a man. Slightly better than most, but still an ordinary man, you'll see. He seemed different in the story Artemis told us about. He... you'll see. You're coming to dinner tomorrow, and I won't take no for an answer. This Artemis and these children called Hunters, they... act so strangely around Percy. I need someone I can hold an intelligent conversation with. Ayano is still a child after all. Anyways, you'll see what I mean at dinner tomorrow. Sleep in Percy's tent tonight, and see what you can get out of him. He's holding back a lot about himself. He's said he's a son of Poseidon, but there has to be more. He's too strong."

"Oh, yeah. Two somethings else. If I had to guess, I'd say he has the blessing of Hestia, and perhaps Hades? Some dark god."

"You're right about Hestia, but I want your reaction about that to be natural at dinner. I'm also testing you, you know. What you think of his behavior could speak volumes about yourself, and I really want to be proven right about you. The dark god thing... that would explain the overwhelming power... And I want you to fight him." Something about how she blew off my being right about Hestia seemed incredibly convenient, as if the author needed something very specific to happen but really didn't want to delete this whole scene, so Zoe said something that made no sense.

I almost shouted, forgetting our hushed tones, but I remembered at the last second, only whisper shouting, "You want me to fight him!? Are you crazy!? He's the most powerful demigod I've ever seen!"

"You big baby. I know you don't stand a chance in a fight to the death, since you don't have any powers. I mean a duel. Your specialty, remember? Even I'd stand no chance against you in close quarters combat, any fool could see that. Of course, in a fight to the death... I think were equal. Anyways, I just... I want you to beat him in a sword fight."

"Alright, Zoe. If you want me to, I'll do it. I don't know exactly why, but... alright."

"Just think about this. Why is he here in the first place?"

That was a good question.

This all seemed very convenient, almost like the author was too lazy to think of an actual reason Percy and I might fight. But this is a parody, and not a legitimate story. All that needs to happen is for Percy and I to fight, okay? In fact, a lot of this seems really convenient, and why wasn't Artemis sad when she found out Zoe wasn't alive again? Her character seems all out of whack? Could that be because the author is trying to show how out of character the typical Pertemis is for both Percy and Artemis? Who knows? Maybe this is just a lighthearted, half-assed puddle of ideas written in the dead of night?

Zoe looked at me for a second, and then another, like she was trying to decide something or other, before saying, "Thank you, Nathan. We should talk again tomorrow. We still have to discuss how to get out of here. Make sure you come to dinner."

With that, she ran back to the camp, and I decided I'd go find Percy's tent and go to sleep. Luckily, Percy was heading to bed as well, so I just followed him.

"Hey man, what were you up to for so long?" he asked.

"Oh, well, I was looking at the stars for a bit. I wanted to see if they were the same as in my world." I wasn't exactly lying, but I wasn't really answering his question, either.

"Well, are they?"

"There are a few more constellations in this world. I heard this world's Zoe was turned into a constellation." This wasn't really a lie, either. I didn't have the heart to tell the guy about Orion.

"Yeah..." He seemed kind of distant. I suppose Zoe had meant something to him, like Artemis had said.

"Well, I'm beat. Let's hit the sack."

"Good idea."

We headed to his tent. I only took my shoes off before lying on the bed. The comfortable bed. I drifted off into the calmest sleep I'd had in over fifty years.

I'd like to say that I have nothing against the Pertemis pairing. I enjoy it. It's possible to do totally right, even if Artemis doesn't remain a virgin. The point of this chapter was mainly two things: How ridiculous super vibrant multi colored eyes are, and how silly it is for Artemis to ever be lovesick. If she acts like a teenager in love in any story, then she is out of character, because Artemis would never ever act like a teenager in love. If she falls in love with Percy in a mature way, sort of like Nathan's Universe Orion, but not necessarily, then she can stay mature, and still love Percy.

But seriously, once your eyes are fifteen different colors, they will not look cool. Maybe two different colors is okay, but I'm pretty sure there's no precedence for eyes changing color during someone's life because of a blessing they receive.

Another purpose for this chapter was setting up a lot of points I want to hit, and the relationship between Nathan and Zoe(duh. I kind of you over the head a little hard with that.) If I was more patient with it, then it would seem a lot more natural, which I'd prefer, but I really just don't have the time right now. If I took it any slower it'd never get done. If the story goes slower, I have to think about it more, and it will take that much longer to write. I feally want tom pump this whole story out before I get bored with it, so I'm sacrificing quality for completedness, if that makes sense.

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