Chapter 1: The Wanderer
Hey there guys, gals and non binary pals. Tardispilot297 here bringing you the first chapter of Godzilla: New Dawn. Now this story is going to be very different from my first one in a few ways. For one this will be my first attempt at an M rated story. The reason for the rating is due to this story containing not just strong language but also violence, gore and suggestive adult themes. However let me be clear that there will be no sex. I don't have the guts for a story like that yet. Lol.
Please note however that I do not own any characters other than my own OCs. Godzilla and all related media are all owned by Toho, Tri-star and Legendary pictures. Please support the official release.
Along with the rating the writing style for this story will also be a bit different in terms of character dialog. I'm sure you'll see how. Anyway without further ado let's get started. Enjoy!
In the year 1954 a large creature rose from the depths of the sea and wreaked havoc on the island of Japan. This creature was dubbed by the local populace as Gojira or as the rest of the human race would come to know it as… Godzilla. Over time more massive creatures rose to spread massive destruction across the world. This race of titans was soon classified as Kaiju and became a constant threat to humanity.
As time went on mankind developed many new weapons to use against this enemy, culminating into the final solution that would eradicate them once and for all. However in their rash actions the power of this weapon proved too great to control and ultimately devastated the earth along with the Kaiju. In the ashes of the aftermath the surviving humans began to slowly rebuild their civilization. A few years later a dozen newborn infants were discovered having each been born with a unique eye color never before seen in humans.
As they grew up their bodies began to show signs of subtle mutations and began to change. Some children grew leather wings under their arms, others their hands curved into sharpened blades. Before long hundreds of such children were born within the span of 6 months. Upon examination of the children's blood it was discovered that their DNA contained traces of unique cells identified as G-cells which brought upon the unique mutations. As such these children came to be called KKs or Kid Kaiju and fell under immense persecution and segregation.
Before long they began being hunted down and brutally slaughtered like animals. This resulted in a long and bloody conflict between humans and KKs. Now after 20 long years nature has slowly begun to engulf the old ruins of the world and transformed into a hostile wasteland in which the strong prey upon the weak and peace is nothing but a hopeful dream.
(Highway road)
Along a dusty highway a small lizard-like creature skitters across the ground. It stops atop a rock and turns its head around surveying the area around it. It soon spotted a flying insect heading towards it and stood very still. As the insect flew closer it continued to maintain it's statuesque appearance. The lizard prepared to open its mouth ready to strike, when suddenly it became impaled through its midsection and thrown off the rock.
As it lay on the ground with its body still twitching from the arrow hitting it a shadow fell over it revealing two worn out boots before getting down on one knee. A gloved hand reached down and picked up the lizard by the arrow and lifted it up to a face covered by a faded bandana and scratched up goggles. The figure reached out with it's other hand and swiftly snapped the lizard's neck, ceasing it's twitching. They then removed the arrow and put the dead lizard into their pack before slinging it over their shoulder and standing up.
The figure then started walking down the road. He stood at around 6'3 wearing a dark hooded field coat with a tan long sleeved shirt underneath. The pants he wore were dust colored with one of the knees wrapped with duct tape. Along with his pack he carried a single sawed off shotgun along with a bow and a few arrows. His hair was a short dirty grey color almost like it was permanently stained with ash.
As he walked, wrecks of cars could be seen scattered along the road. He would occasionally go to a few of them looking for anything worth scavenging only to either find an empty wreck or an occasional skeleton in the driver's seat. He continued onward approaching an overhead concrete bridge that was covered with dried foliage. As he walked underneath it a voice could be heard crying out on the other side.
Voice: Hello? Hello? Is anyone out there?
The Wanderer soon came upon a lone woman sitting on the ground wearing a tattered dress chained to a rusted wheel barrel with cans inside it. As he walked closer she turned to him and tried to hide behind the wheel barrel.
Woman: Please… don't hurt me. Here, take anything you want. I have food. Take it.
She grabbed two cans and offered them to him. He stood there and looked at her.
Wanderer: I'm not gonna hurt you.
Woman: Yeah? That's what the last guy said. Can you help me? I-I think the wheel came off. I thought I could fix it but…
As she spoke she began to brush her hair back over her bare shoulders showing off her cleavage and straighten up posture. The Wanderer instead focused his attention on his surroundings, looking around and up at the bridge.
Wanderer: You know one good thing about no soap, is that you can smell jackers from a mile away!
Suddenly a large piece of metal fell over revealing a group of men armed with makeshift weapons and one armed with a chainsaw. The leader, a man with a burley beard and aviator goggles pointed his metal pipe weapon at the Wanderer.
Jacker Leader: I am impressed! This man could smell us from thirty feet away! Now what does that say about our hygiene?
The other jackers chuckled and the group started walking up almost surrounding the Wanderer. The Jacker Leader looked over at his pack.
Jacker Leader: What's in the pack?
Wanderer: What pack?
Jacker 1: He's got a gun.
Jacker 2: Well shit, it ain't loaded. They never are. Ain't that right lad?
The Wanderer stood his ground looking at each one of them before looking back at the leader.
Jacker Leader: Now here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna open the pack and tip it out onto the road. Nice and slow.
Wanderer: Not gonna happen.
The jacker group laughed at the Wanderer's response before the leader raised his hand signaling them to be quiet.
Jacker Leader: Open the fucking pack… put it on the ground… OR DIE! Your choice.
Wanderer: Well those are both tempting offers. Now allow me to offer you a choice. You can either let me pass peacefully… with each of us going our separate ways. Or you can try and take my pack… and you all die right here.
The smile on the leader's face was immediately replaced with an irritated scowl. He then walked up to the Wanderer and shoved his right finger onto his chest.
Jacker Leader: Are you not listening to me!?
The Wanderer looked down at the leader's hand and then looked back at him.
Wanderer: I am now.
Jacker Leader: Good.
Wanderer: Are you listening to me?
Jacker Leader: Yeah.
Wanderer: Good. You put that hand on me again, and you won't be getting it back.
The Jacker Leader laughed loudly looking back at the group.
Jacker Leader: Can you believe this fucking guy?
The whole group laughed, including the woman chained to the wheel barrel. The leader then turned back to the Wanderer.
Jacker Leader: Alright. Looks like we're doing this the hard way.
He then grabbed the Wanderer by his coat only for his hand to quickly hit the ground with blood spewing from his wrist stump. The rest of the group stood shocked as the leader stepped back grasping his stump. The Wanderer started slowly walking backwards crossing his arms with a bloodied machete in his left hand. The leader fell to his knees looking back at the Wanderer.
Jacker Leader: Why did you do that?
He looked back at his stump screaming in immense pain.
Jacker Leader: Y-you cut my hand off!
He turned to the rest of the group.
Jacker Leader: WHAT ARE YOU ALL STANDING AROUND FOR!? KISS HIM!
The other jackers looked at each other with confusion.
Jacker 1: What'd he just say?
Wanderer: I think he's in shock. He probably meant kill him.
The large jacker then started to rev up his chainsaw as they all moved in on the Wanderer following him under the bridge. The first jacker swung his weapon at him only to miss and get slashed across the midsection with the machete. The Wanderer then blocked the next two jackers attacks with the machete before kicking one of them back sending them flying into the concrete wall. His skull smashing on impact. He then headbutted the other jacker breaking his goggles in the process before shoving them away and barely dodging the chainsaw being swung at him.
The other jacker got back up and charged at him with his weapon raised. The Wanderer quickly raised his machete matching the jacker's next two strikes until he grabbed their weapon and sidestepped, pulling them forward and plunged his blade through their stomach. Before he could pull the blade out the large jacker raised his chainsaw and charged. The Wanderer quickly turned the stabbed jacker around and used them as a shield as the chainsaw came down on them, cutting straight down along their back. Blood spurting from them temporarily blinding the large jacker and allowing the Wanderer to pull out his machete and get out of the way.
The large jacker put his foot against the dead jacker, freeing his chainsaw. He wiped the blood from his eyes and searched for the Wanderer who slashed his back with the machete. The large jacker turned around swinging his chainsaw but the Wanderer quickly ducked and stepped back. He then brought the chainsaw in a downward strike with the Wanderer holding up his machete to block it. Sparks flew as the two weapons grinded against each other. The two of them struggled to gain the advantage until the Wanderer began to slowly push the chainsaw closer to the large jacker. Before long the chainsaw was shoved right into the large jacker's head, splitting his skull in two as he cried out in pain.
The large jacker fell to the ground dead with the chainsaw shutting off in his sternum. The Wanderer stood there panting as he looked around to see if there were any of them left. When he confirmed the kills he began to search the bodies and found an assortment of small items. He then made his way back towards the leader still sitting on the ground slowly reaching for his severed hand.
Only to have it kicked away by the Wanderer who took off his broken goggles and removed the bandana from his face.
Wanderer: I told you weren't getting that back.
The leader looked up at him. He sat back up letting out a sigh.
Jacker Leader: Yeah… yeah you did.
The leader took off his goggles and looked the Wanderer in the eyes.
Jacker Leader: Who are you?
Wanderer: Just someone looking for peace.
Jacker Leader: You think you'll find it out there?
Wanderer: I hope someday that I will.
Jacker Leader: I hope so too.
The Wanderer knelt down in front of him. The jacker took a deep breath.
Jacker Leader: I'm ready.
The Wanderer placed his hand on his shoulder and slowly plunged the machete through his heart. As the leader drew his last breath the Wanderer slowly lowered him onto his back, closing his eyes. He then looked over at the goggles on the ground and examined them. Seeing as they were in good condition he proceeded to put them on over his eyes. He stood up looking over at the woman.
He walked up to her causing her to cower behind the wheel barrel. He began looking through the wheel barrel before turning back to her.
Wanderer: Where's your water?
Woman: They have none. They were gonna take yours and leave your corpse for the birds.
The Wanderer moved closer toward her causing her to crawl backwards before getting caught on the chain.
Woman: I-It's true.
The Wanderer just looked down at her until she eventually let out a sigh.
Woman: It's on the bike.
He looked over to where she was pointing and spotted a slightly rusted chopper. He walked over to it and examined the side pouch. He reached in and pulled out a canteen which he held up to his ear and shook it a little. A small sloshing sound was heard indicating very little water. He looked back at the woman and started walking back towards her.
When he was close enough he stopped and held up the canteen.
Wanderer: Keys.
The woman immediately pointed to the dead leader. He tossed the canteen over to her and walked to the body. He began searching his pockets and found the keys to the chopper. He stood back up and walked to the chopper.
Woman: Where are you going?
Wanderer: West.
Woman: Can I come with you?
Wanderer: No.
He hopped onto the chopper and started it up with the keys. He turned it around and began riding off down the road. A few hours later he happened upon a small house and stopped in front of it. He got off the chopper and moved slowly towards the front door. He reached over his shoulder and drew the shotgun stopping just at the door. He leaned his ear up to it listening for any sort of sound.
A few moments later he quickly kicked the door open with his shotgun raised ready to fire. He stepped inside keeping his head on a swivel as he searched the house. The inside was quiet and empty with very little furniture. As he walked his feet trodden upon pieces of broken glass. He looked down and moved his foot. He knelt down and reached with his hand to pick up the object revealing it to be an old photo of two adults and three children. In the picture they were standing close together and smiling.
The Wanderer then heard a faint creaking sound coming from behind a door. He put the picture down and slowly stood up making his way to the door. He reached out with his hand placing it on the doorknob. He carefully turned it until a small click was heard. The door swung open revealing a single corpse hanging from the ceiling. The Wanderer covered his face with the bandana to shield from the stench. He walked into the room and prodded the body with his shotgun. When the body remained still he proceeded to lower the gun and just look at the body.
As it spun around the face was revealed to resemble that of the man from the photo. The Wanderer stood there in silence before looking down at the man's boots which appeared to be in splendid condition. He brought his foot up to them to compare sizes. Before long he was outside again walking the chopper closer to the house before covering it up with some dead bushes. A little while later he pulled his old boots off revealing his feet which were covered by light grey socks with his legs wrapped in plastic.
He then proceeded to put on the new pair of boots and stood up to walk around in them. He smiled a little as he began to strut about the room reveling in his newfound comfort. A minute later he opened up his pack and took out a small orange case. He opened it to reveal a set of five insulin shots with three empty spaces. He grabbed one and brought it up to his neck placing one end on his skin and hitting the button with his thumb. He winced in pain at first but then began to relax. As night fell a small fire was made to cook the lizard he had killed earlier. Once it was done roasting on the makeshift spit he took it off the fire and proceeded to take a bite out of it. This of course caused him to grunt with discomfort as he took the lizard back out to cool his slightly burned mouth.
After his meal he proceeded to remove his coat, gloves, bandana, goggles and shirt. Underneath scars could be seen covering most of his body. He reached into his bag and took out a small container of wet wipes. He opened it up and started taking a few out to clean the sweat and dirt off his body. He started with his face and neck before making his way down his chest and shoulders. He then gripped the hem of his pants, pulling it enough to allow his other hand holding the wipe to fit down to clean up.
Once he was finished he proceeded to put his shirt back on and lay out a blanket on the floor. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a handgun and checked to make sure it was loaded before tucking it in the back of his pants. He then took out an old walkman player wrapped with a pair of earphones. He unwrapped the cord and placed the earphones in his ears. He plugged them into the walkman and pushed a button marked play.
*The sun ain't gonna shine anymore by the Walker Brothers begins to play
He laid down on the blanket holding the walkman in his hands. He slowly closed his eyes, allowing the music to lull him into much needed sleep.
As the sun rose over the horizon signaling morning the Wanderer lay motionless on the floor. The sunlight crawled along the floor through the window toward him until it made contact with his body. The sudden sensation of warmth caused his eyes to burst open and quickly sit up with the handgun drawn. When he saw no threat in sight he relaxed a little. He looked down at the walkman in his hand and noticed something off with it. He pressed a few buttons but the device was unresponsive. He looked it over searching for any sort of damage but found nothing.
It finally dawned on him that the reason it wasn't working was because the battery was dead. The Wanderer let out a sigh.
Wanderer: Damn.
After getting his things together he moved the dead bushes off the chopper and started walking it out to the road. He mounted the bike and placed his goggles over his eyes along with his bandana over his face. He started it up and looked back at the house. His thoughts strayed back to the photo of the family and the dead man. After a few seconds he looked forward and rode off back onto the road.
A few hours of riding later he came across a small town. He stopped at a highway sign and looked up at it. The sign was painted over with white words reading "Town of Providence, population 500". He then saw red letters painted underneath that read "KKs will be shot after sundown". He stared at them for a moment before looking forward and continued riding into town. He slowed down a little upon entering and glanced around. Despite being in the middle of nowhere the town itself seemed to be prospering. People were walking around going about their daily routines with a few of them glancing his way as he rode by.
He pulled up to what appeared to be an old electronic store. He shut off the bike and dismounted as he removed the bandana and took a look around. A few townspeople looked directly at him with curious and/or suspicious eyes. He turned around and walked to the entrance of the store.
As he walked through the door a small bell rang above him signaling his entrance. The inside of the shop was filled with all kinds of different objects. The shelves were stocked with things from small utensils to bottles filled with colored liquids. He walked up to the counter at the back of the shop where an old man sat with his back to him. The old man wore unusual work glasses as he worked on a small clock. He looked up at a broken mirror on the wall in front of him and saw the Wanderer walking up behind him.
He took the glasses off and turned around to face him. He reached under the counter and stood up cocking a double barrel shotgun and aiming it at the Wanderer who put his hands up.
Shopkeeper: I don't know you.
Wanderer: I'm not from around here.
Shopkeeper: Yeah no shit. Who are you?
The Wanderer looked at the gun and quickly snatched it out of the shopkeeper's hands and spun it around to aim it at him. The shopkeeper put his hands up shaking with fear.
Wanderer: I'm not looking for any trouble.
He turned the gun back around pointing back at himself, handing the handle back to the shopkeeper.
Wanderer: I'm just a customer. Ok?
Shopkeeper: Ok.
The shopkeeper slowly grabbed the gun and held it at the Wanderer who then let go and put his hands back up. He then reached behind the counter to open up a drawer where he took out a small flashlight.
Shopkeeper: I'm sorry I gotta see the eyes.
The Wanderer slowly reached for his goggles and pulled them up revealing his eyes. The shopkeeper turned on the small flashlight and shined it in the Wanderer's eyes. When he looked he saw that the Wanderer had light green eyes. He turned the light off and put it back in the drawer before putting his hand back on the gun.
Wanderer: Ok. I'm gonna take something out of my pack now alright?
Shopkeeper: Yeah.
Wanderer: Take your finger off the trigger.
The shopkeeper took his finger off the trigger and put the gun down while the Wanderer removed his pack off his shoulder and opened it up, taking out the walkman. And handed it to the shopkeeper who looked at it with awe and fascination.
Shopkeeper: Ohhh look at that. That's a Sony walkman WM-D6C.
Wanderer: Is that what's called?
Shopkeeper: Yeah I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid.
Wanderer: I found it back east in some old ruins.
Shopkeeper: Does it still work?
Wanderer: Yeah it just needs a charge. Can you do that for me? I have cables.
Shopkeeper: No no that's fine I have some cables of my own. I can charge it up for ya. That is if you have the coin.
Wanderer: Oh yeah of course.
He reached into his pack and took out a small silver lighter. He flipped off the top and pressed the button to ignite the flame. He handed it to the shopkeeper who examined it.
Shopkeeper: Ah yes… American made… I have a dozen more just like it. What about chapstick? Do you have any chapstick?
Wanderer: No. But I have cat oil.
Shopkeeper: Cat oil?
Wanderer: Fresh cat oil. It's good, it's good for… (gestures to his lips) it works the same way.
Shopkeeper: No no no. What about toys? Do you have any toys?
Wanderer: No I don't play with… Oh but I do have something.
He reached into his pack and took out little packets of cherry bombs.
Shopkeeper: Oh yeah. Yeah yeah these will do nicely. Alright I'll take these and the lighter.
Wanderer: Of course they're all yours.
The shopkeeper placed the items to the side and went back to the walkman.
Shopkeeper: Ok give me a couple hours and I'll have it charged up for ya.
Wanderer: Thank you.
Shopkeeper: You can go ahead and wait across the street.
Wanderer: No, I'm good.
Shopkeeper: Bars about to open.
Wanderer: I'm fine waiting right here.
Shopkeeper: You don't trust me do you?
The Wanderer grinned at the old man.
Wanderer: I'll wait right here.
Shopkeeper: Alright.
The shopkeeper walked to the back of the store to charge the walkman while the Wanderer leaned against the counter. He looked through the store window at the place the old man mentioned across the street. It was a large building with a sign that said Motel. His instincts told him to stay put but his curiosity screamed at him to go check it out.
Wanderer: Hey that place across the street, do they have any water?
Shopkeeper: Yeah if you can pay for it.
The Wanderer stood there for a moment then grabbed his pack and walked out of the shop. He walked across the street and stopped at the entrance, looking up at the sign. He took in a deep breath and then stepped through the swinging doors. Once inside he looked around the room. There were a few tables and a jukebox in the corner. A set of stairs went up to the second floor above. He walked up to the bar passing by several people who each watched him as he went.
He came up to the bar where a bald man with a cigar in his mouth stood cleaning out a glass. The bartender looked at him for a second before getting back to the glass.
Bartender: What'll you have?
The Wanderer placed his empty canteen on the bar.
Wanderer: I'd like to have that filled up with water if it's not too much trouble.
The bartender put the glass down and reached up to take the cigar out of his mouth. He let out a puff of smoke.
Bartender: You got money?
The Wanderer opened up the pack and took out a folded up piece of wool. He placed it on the bar. The bartender picked it up and examined it. He nodded in approval.
Bartender: Alright this might get you about… halfway.
Wanderer: Fine.
The bartender took the wool and put it behind the bar. He took out his cigar and whistled for a waitress to come over. A young woman walked up behind the bar to him. He then grabbed the canteen and handed it to her.
Bartender: Take this out back and fill it half way.
The waitress nodded and walked away. The Wanderer then waited patiently for her to come back. He took a look around the bar and spotted a young girl sitting at one of the tables. She looked to be about 13 to 14 years old. Her hair was shoulder length black with a flower hair clip. She wore a dark red shirt over a striped long sleeved shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and a pair of red and white dirty sneakers.
She sat there looking into the empty glass in her hands. She turned her head and saw the Wanderer looking at her and gave him a suspicious look that said 'The fuck are you looking at creep?'. He scowled at her a bit and then turned back around. Back with the girl a large white cat jumped up onto her table. She just looked at it for a minute and tried to gently shove it off causing the cat to hiss at her. In response the girl lightly pushed it off the table.
This called the attention of one of the rough looking men sitting at a nearby table with a few other guys. He scowled at the girl and got up to walk over to her.
Thug: Hey. That was my cat.
Girl: He seemed nice.
Thug: I saw you knock him off the table.
Girl: No I kinda gently shooed it. I didn't knock it.
Thug: You raised your hand at him.
Girl: Well I promise it won't happen again.
She tried to get up and leave only for another thug to shove her back into her seat. Before long the three of them circled her drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. The Wanderer kept looking forward. The bartender looked over at one of the thugs.
Bartender: Hey Martz, how about another drink huh?
Martz sat down and got right into the girl's face.
Martz: That cat's been coming in here for two years. It's got more right to be here than you.
Girl: Hey look guys I don't want any trouble.
Martz stood up and grabbed her by the hair. He then reached into his pocket and pulled a knife.
Martz: Well that's too bad. Cause now you…
Before he could finish his sentence the Wanderer grabbed him from behind and slammed his face hard onto the bar. Blood spurting profusely from his broken nose. The Wanderer then clutched his head and got in close.
Wanderer: You know what the worst kind of creature on this planet is? It's men like you who believe that threatening a little girl makes them feel strong. You are a pathetic, weak, sorry excuse for a living being and I promise you that you will be held accountable for the things you've done. Do you understand?
Martz weakly nodded as he began to cry a little.
Wanderer: It's alright. Now here's what's going to happen. You and your friends are going to let the girl be, sit back down, have a few more drinks and let her walk out of here with no more trouble alright?
Martz: Yeah.
Wanderer: Ok.
He let's Martz back up and brushes him off. The two of them lightly chuckling with each other. Until Martz falls unconscious and falls to the floor. The Wanderer stood there looking down at Martz with an expression that says 'Crap'. He then stands there for a moment until the waitress comes back with his canteen.
He looks over and takes it and puts it back into his pack and starts to walk out only to be blocked by most of the people in the bar. He looked around and saw that some of them were armed. The bartender grabs a bottle off the shelf and slowly ducks down behind the bar. The Wanderer then takes his pack off and puts it on the floor. He straightens out his sleeves before reaching under the back of his coat and pulling out the machete. He stood there for a moment, the air becoming heavy with tension.
Then in a flash he is rushed by the group, slicing the first one's throat with the machete. He turned to the next one and blocked an attack from a metal pipe. He spun around them and slashed them across the back. Another attacker came at him with a chair who he proceeded to punch in the face sending them to the floor. Three more charged at him, who picked up the chair with one hand and smashed it into the first one while he threw the second one over his shoulder and proceeded to decapitate the third one.
He then stabbed another attacker through the chest who then grabbed his arm with both hands as a man with an age came charging at him. The Wanderer ducked just as the man swung the axe hitting the stabbed one in the shoulder. He then shoulder tackled the man into the bar and grabbed a nearby bottle smashing it before stabbing him in the neck. He threw him to the ground and picked up the axe. He was about ready to bring the axe down to finish them off when the girl shouted out to him.
Girl: STOP!
The Wanderer turned to her with a glare. His eyes changed to a subtle blue glow. His expression softened however when he saw the fear on her face.
Girl: Please.
The Wanderer slowly lowered the axe. The two just stared at each other until suddenly three people burst into the room with pistols drawn. On their chests they wore gold stars signifying law enforcement.
Officer: DROP THE AXE NOW!
The Wanderer put on his goggles before turning to look at them. Two of them were a white male seemingly in his 20s and black man with peach fuzz on his face from the way he stood he was undoubtedly the one in charge. The third was a woman who wore her hair in a pony tale.
Female Officer: DROP IT OR WE DROP YOU!
The Wanderer dropped the axe to the floor and put his hands up. The female officer walked over to him and turned him around placing his hands behind his back before getting handcuffed. He once again looked at the girl staring at him and couldn't help but feel something as he looked into her eyes. His instincts screamed one single word into his head… Danger!
And there we have it. So ends the first chapter of this new and gritty story. I hope you all enjoyed reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Be sure to leave a review about what you thought about it and tune in next time to see just where things go from here.
Oh and one more thing at the end of each chapter will be posted a list of each KK and which Kaiju they take after. For example:
Wanderer: ?
Girl: ?
Ok so maybe there's nothing much right now But you get the idea. Anyway till then this is Tardispilot297 saying ALLONSY!