I've been on this site for six months now. Half a year. And yet I still am under 12,000 views :(

Here is my longest chapter thus far, at a little more than six thousand words. Tons of stuff happens, so if you can't review and tell me anything at all, that is a problem.

I'd just like to clarify that YES, I HAVE SEEN THE GAME THEORY ABOUT THIS. However, we can consider this story AU. Also, keep in mind that Lucas is several inches taller than his new classmates.

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It's been very hard not uploading chapters as soon as I have finished them, but I feel that this will make my story more successful. I don't want you guys to feel too overwhelmed, so every four days may be my schedule, provided there is at least one finished chapter. This also gives me a chance to look over each chapter.

LUCAS'S POV

In the instant after Katt delivered this bad news, I ran my hand over my leg hair, feeling the fleshy Caucasian skin. I can't believe it. I might lose all of this.

I had heard of the popular Star Fox fan theory that the team cut off their legs in order to reduce the blood flowing down there, and increase the blood flowing to their heads, so that they would be less likely to pass out. I should have figured that this would be more of a risk with someone as tall as me.

But what choice had I had? From my perspective, I had been drafted into this, and I had had no decision in the matter, no input at all. And yet, here I was, at risk of being required to chop off my legs for a military career that I had never wanted.

Before I could stop myself, I stood up and started howling, holding my nose towards the ceiling like a caged elephant. I'm not proud of it, but I'm telling it like it is, and you can make fun of me for throwing a temper tantrum in front of Katt Monroe if you want.

"Whoa, Mr. Enfield, relax" Katt said.

I tried to control my temper. Usually, this was not like me. I was not one of those people who threw temper tantrums everywhere I went. But something about the idea of a double amputation made me snap.

The pink cat took me by the shoulders and forced me to look into those fierce indigo eyes. She looked like a babysitter who was about to send her client to bed early for disobeying her.

Suddenly, however, she seemed to have a change in demeanor. "I'm going to make a deal for you, Mr. Enfield. I know that you want to keep those nice, long legs of yours, don't you, my little kitten?"

What?! I'm not a kitten!

That was what I thought. But, at the same time, I knew that I would do anything within reason in order to not have to have my legs cut off and replaced with cold hard metal.

"I want to hear the terms of your deal, Mrs. Monroe, before I accept or decline. Is this okay with you?" I said.

"Sure, Lucas Enfield. During the next week, you will participate in several combat-related activities, including but not limited to fighting, shooting, and flight simulators. There is a bit of a caveat, though. We will be monitoring you during this time, and this is important, because of the intense G-forces that are involved in some of the simulations. This applies to everyone, but especially to you.

"If you can make it through the next week without losing consciousness during any lessons, then you will be allowed to keep your legs, at least for now. If it proves to be too much of a problem, if you pass out in a simulator, you will be suspended from class for a day".

I nodded. So far, this wasn't sounding too bad. No different than any other student's situation, anyway...probably.

"But what about Game Theory? Didn't they debunk all that, aren't the amputations not going to help me with that at all?"

Katt sniffed in a very feminine way. "Well, Mr. Enfield, I do not know what this Game Theory thing is, but amputating the legs really does help. And so, hopefully the Gz forces will be not too bad for you to endure".

There was still one other question to be settled, though. "What happens on that day?" I asked Katt.

"It's simple" Katt said. "If you pass out, you will be subjected to a tilt-table test. You will be strapped into a table and tilted at various angles to see if you lose consciousness again. If you do, we'll have to amputate your legs for your own safety".

She said all that like an evil stepmother who was going to describe just how she was going to punish her stepchild, or like a witch when she described how she was going to make a potion. The whole time, those indigo eyes did not lose their sweetness.

No matter what tone she said this in, however, I knew what she meant. If I showed any problems with the gravity, then I was going to pay the price.

After all of that, Katt told me that I was free to go. However, I wasn't free to go just anywhere, not that I knew where anything was, being new to the place.

I was led down a hallway to what I assumed was going to be some kind of meeting place. Maybe I would meet up with the headmaster, or maybe I was going to be in a room with other new recruits. As it turned out, I was right on both counts, although not initially.

The hallway looked relatively futuristic. It was not stony, but rather looked like the inside of a tunnel you walked down in order to board an airplane. There was some carpeting occasionally, but it was in a grayish-black color, not anything that was worth looking at in my opinion. Being from New England, I preferred things to look more rustic, but still comfortable. This looked the opposite, and completely foreign to me.

And then, I met Willow partway down the hallway.

I'm going to be honest. I had almost forgotten that Willow Foster even existed, but give me a break. Getting told that you may need a double amputation is pretty distracting.

"I love you, Lucas. I'm so glad that my processing didn't take too long!" she said.

"How long?" I asked.

"Only about fifteen minutes" she said.

I thought about it and realized that I must have been in that room for at least half an hour. Probably because of what Katt had told me.

And I considered telling her. I really did. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't want to burden Willow with that kind of information. It might make her a little less attracted to her boyfriend if he had no legs, or was in danger of losing them. Because of this, I kept my mouth shut.

"Well, I think that you should go into the hall now, my little kittens" she said.

I looked at Willow, then remembered why she looked back at me quizzically. She had not spent the last half hour in the presence of that woman, who had changed attitudes very much over that time. But that was just how things went in my life now.

We didn't see any reason to disobey Katt, so we entered the hall. And it was extravagant.

The ceiling was so high that you could have stacked ten cars on top of each other and still not reached it. The room could have fit eighteen suburban homes, complete with backyards and picket fences, as well as driveways. It seemed to be divided into various groups of students, all wearing the same colors of clothes within their individual groups, probably representing their skill levels.

On the far left side were my color scheme, all boys, with purple shirt and turquoise pants. I was directed over there, while Willow, who was wearing a pink shirt and a scarlet pair of pants, was directed to a section on the other side of the hall. Looking around, I realized that we were sorted according to skill level. The older students, as well as some who had been there for longer, were in different groups. There was yellow shirt with blue pants, crimson shirt with black pants, and, at what looked like the very top, orange shirt with green pants.

As for the girls, it seemed to go from pink and scarlet, to teal and orange, to gold and magenta, to orange and green, just like the boys. I guessed that they figured that it was only for the less experience students that gender mattered. It was once you were at the very top level that they knew they could trust you fully. Which I suppose I understood.

The walls looked like those you would see in a war memorial, painted white and raised all the way to the top. This was the part that resembled New England.

"Well, I'll see you later, Lucas" Willow said.

"See you later, Willow" I said.

We went to our respective tables and I sat down with the other boys of my skill level. There were three other new recruits there. One was a boy with pale skin, short and wavy brown hair, and dark circles under his eyes as if due to stress. Another boy wore glasses and looked like a stereotypical math nerd. A third boy had skin the color of peanut butter, and he looked very displeased to be there. I didn't blame him for that.

After we were all sat down, who I assumed was the headmaster came striding onto the stage. He stood behind a podium with a microphone, and as he turned towards us, I looked at his face. And I was arrested by what I saw.

Although, considering that Katt Monroe was the secretary at this school, it should not have seemed too crazy that Bill Grey would have been the headmaster of the flight academy. I knew who he was even before he said it. Those dark goggles and gray complexion to his skin could not have been mistaken anywhere by someone who had ever played Star Fox 64 or the remake on the 3DS.

"Good morning, students at the Grey Clouds Flight Academy. We have five new students today, but for those of you who don't know, I would like to introduce myself.

"My name is Bill Grey, and I have been the headmaster of this school for the last three years. I fought and helped defend Katina in the First Lylat War, and now I am training cadets for the second. I am sorry to have to have taken you guys from your lives back on the planet Earth, but this is more important".

No, it's not! I thought angrily. Nothing justifies this, at least not without asking us first, and allowing us to make an informed decision! Because right now I had no idea before you had to shoot a tranquilizer into my leg and just haul me here like an animal! Then again, you ARE animals, so it does kind of make sense.

"Let's go ladies first, shall we? There is only one girl who was sent here by the airways last night. Let's give it up for...Willow Foster! Willow, will you please stand up?"

She did. I could tell that she looked nervous as hell, and was probably just as angry as me for being taken here against her will. But there was nothing she could do about it. We were stuck here, for better or worse.

The others clapped, including the hundreds of other flight students that must have been in the dining hall at this very moment. I wondered if this was an ordinary thing to do at breakfast, or just on mornings that they had new recruits. Probably the latter.

"All right. Thank you, Willow" Bill said. He then consulted his iPad, which no doubt had a list of all the other kids.

"Cole McCallen? Is he here today?"

"I'm here!" the pale boy next to me shouted as he stood up. He looked as though he was about to start singing "Pumped Up Kicks", but he luckily did not. Even though Bill did not tell Cole to state the fact that he was present, Cole had evidently made that decision himself. It really did show that this guy probably had a fairly loud personality.

"Thanks for the enthusiasm, Mr. McCallen. Let's see...we have Michael Kirk. Is he here, or is he absent somehow? Did the tranquilizer dart kill him instead? Remember, you've got to use a heart m-"

The nerdy boy sitting next to me stood up. Clearly, he was pretty shy. I didn't blame Michael for that, because I was not the most outgoing person sometimes myself. But this guy looked far beyond me.

"All right. Thanks, Michael. Let's get to...William Wexford. Is he present?"

"I am" the black boy said as he stood up. Like I had thought, he had a Southern accent and appeared to give no bones about it. I'd heard that Stephen Colbert hid his as a child in order to avoid sounding stupid, but this was clearly not Stephen Colbert.

But then, my heart began to rise in my chest, and my stomach started churning as though I was about to throw up. But I knew what was really going on. It was my turn to stand up next, in front of hundreds of other people. But if Michael Kirk had done it, so could I.

"And our final student today...is Lucas Enfield. Is he here, or is he not?"

I stood up and said, "That's my name".

The other seven hundred people in the hall clapped, but I tried to make out Willow in the segment of pink girls. It wasn't easy to see her in the middle of all of this, but I thought I saw a little bit of her face. But that was it.

"All right!" Bill announced. "We have everyone that we need. And so, let breakfast begin!"

Suddenly, the food rose onto the table on platforms, just like in The Hunger Games. Of course, I wouldn't have put it past Cornerian technology to have something like this. I was amazed, however, at the immense array of dishes that sat before me.

There was fruit salad. There were waffles, bagels, eggs, and bacon. Any assortment of toast, ham, and/or sausage was present. And the drinks, too, were a spectacle; water, cranberry juice, OJ, apple juice, and even hot chocolate ("Only once a day!" one of the other boys said to me). A bowl of apples, oranges, bananas, and pears lay on the highest pedestal, a good nine inches above the table. I didn't know where this all came from, but everything looked delicious.

When I noticed Cole digging in, looking like he was worried this might be stolen from him, I decided that it was okay for myself to begin eating as well. I took a bagel from its plate, as well as a red delicious apple, one of my favorite types. I decided that I was going to wash it down with a glass of cranberry juice.

At the same time that I was eating, I heard small talk going on all around me. I decided that I was going to participate in some of it. I might as well make the best of this situation by learning more about the people I was with.

I decided to start with Will, since he was the closest one to me and looked the most willing to talk.

"So...where are you from, Will?" I asked between bites of my apple.

"Well, I used to live in Louisiana before all of this happened. Baton Rouge, to be more specific. How about you...Louis, right?"

"My name is Lucas, but I'm from Maine, and it's a small town in the middle of the state. I guess it's okay, but it is pretty quiet. How did you like Louisiana, or used to, anyway?" I said.

"I suppose it's all right, but it is really hot in the summer. And lots of bugs, too. I'm glad that there's no snow, though, because we couldn't afford to clean it all up".

I knew that it wasn't the kindest question to ask Will, but I couldn't help myself. "Is your family poor?"

Will didn't seem too offended as he nodded casually, as if being poor was just a fact of life. "How about you?"

"My family has always been on the better side of things, but my town is not anything fancy. A lot of run-down houses in Swanville".

"It's the same down south" Will said.

I nodded, and then continued eating, as I saw the other students in the hall doing the same. I kept wondering where we were going to sleep, or when our classes would start.

As it turned out, I would get one of those answers soon enough.

Once we had all eaten our fill, Bill stood back up at the podium, and he made an announcement.

"I will now ask some of the older students to escort the new students to their dormitories. William, Michael, Lucas, Cole, your dorm number is 37405. Willow, your dorm number is 94569".

The four of us looked at each other, wondering what was going to happen now that we were heading up to our dormitories. Would we get to see our schedules for the first time?

One of the older students walked over to our table. He was wearing crimson and black, meaning that he was at the second level from the top, what I guess would have been called a prefect at Hogwarts.

"Hello" the older boy said. "My name is Ulysses Chapman, and I have been assigned to show you the way to where you will be staying during the next few months, or however long you remain at the lowest rank. The room has been prepared for your arrival in advance, all your luggage was brought up there. Oh, yeah, and...your parents have already been notified, and they gave their consent, earning a large amount of money in compensation".

My jaw dropped, although I tried not to let it. I couldn't believe that my loving parents, who had never done anything to hurt me, had signed my life away to these people from an alternate dimension who intended to use me for military service. It definitely made me regret all those times I had ever kissed my mother on the cheek, or went ice skating with my dad.

Knowing that they had just done that to me, I knew that I wasn't going to be giving John Enfield, my father, a Father's Day card anytime soon.

"Hey, Lucas...are you okay?" Ulysses Chapman said.

I noticed that I was standing there, completely slack-jawed, while the other three newcomers and the prefect were staring at me like I was from another planet. Which, technically, I was.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I said. I didn't think that I wanted to tell a prefect that I had a problem with my family just, well, selling me to these people.

Ulysses led us out of the dining hall and into a stairwell, which was covered in the same black carpet as before, the entire place looking like an airport in a way.

During this time, he showed us a large room that he told us was the track. When I looked through the window on the door, I saw the typical maroon clay track that you expected to see around a high school football field.

I also saw Cole looking at Mike's pockets, as if the shady-looking kid was going to steal from the nerd. That was such a common trope that I thought it would be so perfect if it happened. Luckily for Mike it didn't, but I still saw the look in Cole's eyes that betrayed what might have been his intentions.

What's up with Cole? I thought.

And then I thought back to Will, whose family was on the poorer side of the spectrum. Maybe his parents really did love him, but needed the money that they would get if they sent him off to the Grey Clouds Flight Academy. Even so, why give up your son for that?

The hallway branched out into two different paths, but Ulysses seemed to know where to go. He led us on the leftward path, after which the hallway turned to purple with turquoise lighting, a very pretty sight to be sure. But it, of course, reminded us of our juniority.

After a further two flights of stairs, we finally arrived at a door marked ROOM 37405, which was our dorm room. Ulysses left us there, and we walked in the room.

For the third time that day, I was in awe of my surroundings. Four four-poster beds, each with purple-and-turquoise sheets and hangings, just like one of the dormitories at Hogwarts, were arranged in the four corners of the room. Mine was the one closest to the window on the other side, which also had a bedside table.

Underneath the bed was a suitcase, the same rolling bag that we took to Logan International Airport whenever we were going to travel internationally. In addition, there were some towels (a sign told me that some of my lessons would involve swimming), and a container with some of my favorite books from home. I was glad to have this, but it was an emotional double-pointed sword, because the fact remained that my parents had purposely sold me here. For how much money, I didn't know.

I sat down on the bed, wondering what we were going to do for the rest of the day. I knew that Willow was in another dormitory somewhere else in the building, but I had no way of knowing where. To make matters worse, there was no way to know what was in store for me. Would I die in service of these people? In battle? What did being a member of the Cornerian army entail, exactly?

As I thought about Willow, I began to have fantasies of a time that we might sneak out together. Maybe sometime at night, under the stars. Were there even stars in Corneria?

WILLOW'S POV

For the next half an hour, I sat on my pink-and-scarlet bed, thinking of just how much I hated those stereotypically girly colors. Couldn't they have given me anything else for sheets?

Not for the first time that day, I thought of Lucas, and how I didn't have any way of knowing where he was. I knew that I was on the sixth floor, from counting the amount of times we went up and down stairs during my tour, but I was all alone in my dorm room, save for a couple of other girls who seemed to be very snobbish to me. Then again, I'd never met them, so I guessed I should have reserved judgment on that front.

After thirty minutes of this boredom, a navy blue cat standing on her hind legs handed us schedules. She gave mine to me last, and I saw that I had a lot of stuff to do that day.

WILLOW AUBRY FOSTER HAS:

630- WAKE UP

730- BREAKFAST

800-CLEAN UP DORMITORY

900-HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT

1000-TECHNOLOGY

1100-AQUATICS

1200-LUNCH

1230-REST HOUR

1330-FIELD MEDICINE

1500-SIMULATORS

1700-SHOWER HOUR

1800-DINNER

1900-EVENING MEETING

2000-CURFEW

2100-LIGHTS OUT

Looking at that schedule, it sounded like some highly physical stuff. I was a good swimmer, but I wasn't that trained in field medicine or my first class, hand-to-hand combat.

Well, we'll just have to see what happens, I thought.

When I got to my first class, I saw that there were about fifteen other kids about my age there. To my pleasant surprise, one of them was Lucas, who seemed just as happy to see me.

"Can I see your schedule?" he asked me.

I nodded and showed him my schedule. He frowned when he saw that, aside from this, we had no other classes together today.

"Why do you get to do the flight simulators today, but we have to wait until at least tomorrow or Monday?" he said in a playfully angry tone.

His words alone would imply that he was excited about flight simulators. But I could catch something in his body language that told me he didn't really want to actually do the flight simulators, he just wanted to get it over with. Before I could ask him about that, though, the instructor for Hand-To-Hand Combat cleared his throat and asked us to settle down.

"Order in the dojo!" his voice rasped.

It was a tall, hunched gray wolf with a white snout. He had a patch over one eye, making me think that it must have been injured in a fight. At least, I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

"All right!" the wolf said, in a voice reminiscent of a two-pack-a-day smoker. "My name is Wolf O'Donnell, and I am your instructor for HTH Combat, as we call it here. How many of you have taken martial arts before, back on Earth?"

Some of the people in the room, including Lucas and I, raised our hands.

"What belt did you make it up to?" Wolf asked.

"I got all the way to yellow belt before I quit, because I wanted to advance up the ranks faster" Lucas said. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.

"I made it to purple" I said, which was true. If Lucas really was telling the truth, he would need to have had a lot more patience.

"Enough!" Wolf barked, which surprised me. "The first match is Kelly Islander against Willow Foster. Everyone else, stand back. This could be an epic battle" he said, as he licked his lips.

The girl who must have been Kelly advanced out of the crowd and walked slowly towards me. After being made to shake hands, I noticed the very vivid fire in her eyes. This was going to be a battle to at least the third blood.

Kelly was a very large girl. Not large in a fat way, but more muscular than anything. I knew that she was confident, but could I find some way to turn that against her? It was time to find out.

As soon as Wolf finished his countdown, I went out swinging with a punch. I thought that I would be able to hit her, but she was clearly thinking ahead as she dodged out of the way well before the punch connected where her face had been. We weren't wearing any padding or anything, so there was a very real possibility that someone could get hurt in one of these fights.

Kelly came back to get me, though. She gave a large, quick punch up and to the right of my face, which I only just managed to dodge. I decided to meet the next one with a punch of my own.

But she just kept going at me. This girl seemed to think offense was the best defense, that she should punch me so much that I couldn't punch her. Which I felt was a legitimate strategy, although your mileage may vary on that. I knew that I needed to think of something, fast.

Her next punch was even closer to hitting me, so I knew that I was losing ground on her. I tried to meet her punches once again with my own, but I was quickly tiring. My actions were getting slower and slower, and her punches were getting closer and closer to hitting me.

I managed to land a punch to her shoulder, which got Lucas to cheer for me, I could tell. This wasn't going to go my way, though.

Because as soon as Kelly had recovered from that punch, she went out swinging very aggressively once again, trying not to take too long to defeat me. I once again attempted to step out of the way, but it was too little, too late.

The punch knocked me off of my feet. I was now lying on the ground, defenseless. I tried to get up, but Kelly was prepared for that. Clearly, she had fought hand-to-hand before. I was done, and Wolf had to know it. But Kelly kept waling on me for ten agonizing seconds.

Finally, Wolf blew his whistle. "That's enough, Kelly!"

Kelly stood up from punching me, and Wolf helped me to stand up. Kelly laughed, at what was probably not her first knockdown victory.

"Our first winner of the day is Kelly Islander. Congratulations" Wolf said.

I just stood back, embarrassed. But then, something even worse happened.

"Our second battle of the day will be between Zeke Underwood and...Lucas Enfield".

Well, great. Just when I had gotten my head handed to me on a silver platter in HTH combat, I now had to watch Lucas fight against another boy. This time, though, it didn't look like too uneven a matchup. Like Lucas, Zeke was also tall and skinny, but not particularly muscular. In other words, a rather catlike physique. This would have been an interesting fight to watch had I been able to ignore who was in it.

As soon as Wolf blew his whistle to commence the match, Lucas and Zeke circled each other for almost a full minute, waiting to see who was going to make the first move. I could only watch as Zeke snarled at Lucas, trying to intimidate him.

As far as I could tell, however, this tactic did not faze my...I guess, acquaintance, in any significant way. Lucas was the first one to go out swinging, and he almost managed to hit Zeke in the stomach. However, the other boy was ready for it and swung his arms together as if he was trying to make a basket out of them, blocking the effect of Lucas's attack.

Zeke counterattacked, sending his hand-basket right at Lucas. He barely dodged that, to the point that his fluffy hair was ruffled by it like tall grass on a very breezy day. But Lucas was not going to give up that easily.

He got in another punch to Zeke's abdomen, which got the other boy reeling backwards. He didn't fall down, but he certainly did come close. In the end, though, Zeke managed to keep himself upright, and still fighting Lucas.

Then, Lucas made what looked to be a fatal mistake. He let Zeke get too big of an opening, and the other boy wrestled him to the ground. Lucas was pinned to the floor now, and utterly defenseless. I could see the fire in his eyes, though; he was mad. Lucas wasn't ready to go down just yet.

Lucas gave another thrash, but Zeke still had the upper hand. Just when I thought Wolf was about to blow his whistle, Lucas managed to stand back up slowly, after first getting to the point where he was kneeling, and now he was on his actual legs.

Zeke made a sweeping punch, which hit Lucas in the chest, nearly sending him back down to the floor. But my acquaintance was persistent, and he was not quitting. He went out with his claw, digging his short fingernails into Zeke's skin.

I looked at Wolf, expecting our instructor to call Lucas out for fighting dirty. But to my surprise, he did nothing. The fight had to go on.

Zeke howled in pain quietly, but he managed to come back, doing the same to Lucas. Now, both boys were bleeding slightly. This was turning out to be a very dirty fight. I knew that, at the very least, the floor would have to be cleaned up before the next fight happened.

Lucas was now on top of Zeke, as he pushed himself and the other boy to the ground. They rolled on top of each other, each trying to get the upper hand in this battle once again. I could tell, though, that this was not going to end anytime soon, other than Wolf blowing his whistle and saying that it had to end. But that wasn't happening yet.

For three minutes, Zeke and Lucas rolled over each other, each trying to get in a good pummeling. However, neither of them managed to stay on top of the other for more than five seconds, meaning that this was likely to turn into a stalemate.

Wolf seemed to think so too, because he finally blew his whistle after 180 seconds of this, yelling "Time!" afterwards.

Lucas and Zeke both stood up, brushing off their knees and hands, the latter having been scraped raw by each other's fingernails.

"I consider that a draw" Wolf said. "Both of you seemed very determined to win, and yet it looked like it was going to go on forever. I think that is the only way to rule it".

Both boys nodded, looking glad that this was over. They shook hands, after which Wolf noticed that both boys' hands were bleeding.

"Should I call in medical?" the instructor said to the boys.

Zeke and Lucas both shook their heads. I really thought that they should have, since they were really bleeding, but I guess that they were just too tough for that, or at least perceived themselves to be.

"Okay!" Wolf said. "In that case, go to the back of the line, and we'll have the next fight!"

For the rest of the period, I watched other cadets wrestle with each other, but I was luckily never picked again. All I could think about was how tough they seemed to be, and how I somehow knew that I wouldn't be able to beat them, at least not most of them. But the fact was that I just didn't know what was going to happen.

I really had been thinking that a lot lately.

I thought back to my examination. The person doing it, a navy blue falcon on his hind legs, had measured my height and told me that I was normal. After checking my blood pressure, weight, and asking me those other questions, I was cleared to go.

I hadn't seen Lucas's exam, but I had assumed that he was probably okay as well.

Now, though, I saw that he looked a little anxious about something. He was often running his hands down his long legs, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there might just be something that he wasn't telling me.

Answer: I'm from the United States. If you didn't read my profile, I am from the northeasternmost region known as New England. I don't have much of an accent, though. But I AM better at candlepin bowling than regular, so there is that.

Question: What countries do you wish to visit? Where have you visited already?

The next chapter should be up on Wednesday, December 7, four days from today. That is going to be my schedule from here on out. At the time of posting this, I am over a thousand words into Chapter 5.