Game Night! Battleships vs. Carriers!

Chapter One:
Of Games and Greetings

The rapid yet steady sound of heels walking on freshly waxed and polished linoleum could be heard as they proceeded along a wide corridor set inside a large official building. Said corridor was lined with various artifacts and décor, ranging from genuine and/or representative pieces of naval history to strategically placed flora in a variety of color palettes from across the world.

The woman who wore said heels traversed past a few groups of junior naval officers and enlisted personnel of a wide range of cultures and backgrounds before she came to stop outside a set of impressive and sturdy looking doors constructed of stained mahogany. Situated at eye level was a large black plaque with polished brass lettering, commanding the attention of all those who seek to enter.

Commanding Officer
Azur Lane

Right beside it sat another, smaller plaque made of black plastic engraved with white lettering which read:

Official Business Only,
Do Not Disturb

A steadying breath was emitted by the woman from outside the doorway. Without further delay, she turned the brass handles of the doors and pushed them open. She emerged on the other side, and she was immediately assaulted by loud music which blared from a large, state-of-the-art audio system situated beneath and to each side of a large flatscreen television mounted to the center of the righthand wall, displaying what seems to be an audio visualizer. To her left was a large desk expertly crafted in rich mahogany, similar to that of the door and matching the rest of the room's interior décor, with various papers littering the surface alongside a computer monitor and a desk lamp. To her front resided a conference table, made of the same wood as the desk and various other bits of furniture, in which could seat up to eight bodies on plush black leather rolling chairs. And in the empty space between the table and the entertainment system was a tall, sun-kissed man in his late thirties. The man had his back turned to the woman as he sung and motioned along to the music, making exaggerated hand gestures and… was he air drumming?

"…Is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete?"

"A love that's so demanding that I get weak!"

"I am not afraid to keep on living!"

"I am not afraid to walk this world alone!"

"Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven!"

"Nothing you can say will stop me going home!"

As he sung, he coincidentally turned around and spotted the woman. He flashed her a grin before stopping his "performance", walking closer to both her and the table to grab ahold of a remote and pausing the music. The man who stood before her could be described as ruggedly handsome, with a sharp jawline which began to show the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow, russet hair cut short to military regulations, eyes that of rich chocolate which now sparkled with joy and amusement, smile lines, and a small, singular faded scar that was cut just underneath his left eye. He was clad in standard-issue blue camouflage uniform of the Eagle Union Navy, with silver oak leaves sewn on the lapels of his blouse.

"Ahh, the super-maid herself! What do I owe the pleasure Belfast?"

Belfast curtsied to the man before her before she straightened up again, a perfectly plucked and shaped white eyebrow raised in mild bewilderment.

"What on earth were you doing, Master Shaw?" she replied incredulously, her gentle, Irish accent tickling his ears fondly.

The man chuckled lightly as he brought his left hand to rub the back of his neck in an embarrassed gesture. "Well, I was blowing off some steam. Had no appointments or business to attend to this afternoon."

"I have no qualms about that, but I sincerely think doing so in your office is not the place for said… activities," advised Belfast, giving her commander a disapproving look as she searched for the right vocabular.

"As prior-enlisted, I know how to get away with some shenanigans Bel," Shaw replied, shooting her a wink. "So, what's the issue?"

"Nothing concerning has occurred, Master. I only came to see if you'll be attending tonight's MWR event."

Shaw nodded in assurance. "Of course, I will, but the memo sent to me didn't specify what the main event was. Any hints?"

Belfast gave him a smile and answered in a cryptic way that only she can master.

"Only that you should prepare yourself for stiff competition, Master."

He sighed in mock exasperation. "Of course you'd say that. Why do I even bother?"

"Only the Lord knows Master," she replied, giving him a little smirk and a wink for his efforts.

His stomach then growled ravenously, demanding him to find food as soon as possible. "Heh, guess I should grab dinner before I go get ready."

"I can have a meal delivered here for you Master. What would you prefer for today?"

Shaw waved dismissively. "Nah, I think I'd like to eat at the chow hall today. Allows everyone to get used to seeing me around. Would you care to join me?"

The ever-so-busy head maid shook her head and began to deny the offer, before her body protested her decision. Loudly.

"That settles it then, let's go Bel," the man smirked before picking up his cover from the table and making his way out into the passageway.

"Of course Master," Belfast replied as she proceeded behind the man, a light dusting of pink adorned her features from embarrassment for a moment before it disappeared.

Ryan James Shaw, a native Texan of the Eagle Union, was quite the enigma to Belfast. She knew his backstory for the most part, mainly from her own intelligence gathering, partly from his own words, yet his behavior and his mindset was the only thing that seemed to throw her for a loop. Compared to his contemporaries, he was prior enlisted, and this ruffled the feathers of some of his peers and those higher up the chain of command. Despite this, Shaw was successful enough to land him the billet as the Commanding Officer of Azur Lane, a multi-national military organization that answered only to the United Nations council. All the while achieving this feat at the rank of Commander! Lots of eyes were on him, to which he is well aware, from Belfast's own perplexed and curious ones to those on the previously stated council that wanted nothing but to remove him from his post. Bel concluded him to be an intriguing man, a man with conviction and compassion, and she awaits to watch how he handles himself more around more of her sisters-in-arms.

They walked in a comfortable silence with Belfast tagging along just two steps behind him as they made way to the main entrance. The building was void of the usual hubbub of personnel due to the fact that it was 1600 on a Friday, as the only sound made was that of Belfast's heels and Shaw's polished black boots making their way to the elevator.

"I swear I'm going to put an order in to change this god-awful noise to something ACTUALLY resembling music… Please add that to my to-do list Bel, would ya?" Shaw grumbled good-naturedly as they made the short trip from the 2nd to the 1st floor.

"Duly noted," she smiled, hiding her amusement behind a dainty hand.

The doors opened up a moment later, and they revealed a group of women dressed as maids similar to Belfast, yet there were some… differences with two of the female's styling choices.

"Dido, you have failed to perform your tasks satisfactorily once again. Are you indeed a masochist and desire to be assigned extra cleaning duties every weekend?"

A single maid stood apart from the other two as she scolded one of them in the most deadpan voice of all time with her arms crossed.

Shaw stopped before getting too close and leaned in towards Bel's ear. "Are you sure having snow-white hair isn't a near-requirement to join the Maid Corps? I swear there's a pattern."

"Our dear London is a brunette, but I can see why you would come to that conclusion, Master."

Shaw gave a drawn out hum in reply before continuing forth. He came to a stop just behind the pair of maids that were being scolded and spoke up. "Now now, what's all of this commotion I've been hearing?"

"Ahh!" The maid nearest him, which coincidentally also happened to be standing next to a table with décor perched on top, jumped in surprise and turned to face him, but in doing so, she elbowed a flower vase. It fell painfully slow, almost like Earth's gravity was turned down two or three notches on a dial, but Shaw swooped in low and caught it just before it became ceramic shrapnel.

"Phoo! Thank God I caught that!" Shaw exclaimed before setting the vase back down where it originally was.

"Be a tad more careful next time Dido, okay?" He flashed a warm smile towards the maid in an effort to show that he wasn't upset in any way.

Dido gasped and curtsied hastily; the sudden movement making two large and specific parts of her anatomy do some very interesting things while confined inside her clothing.

"So, what's the problem here?" Shaw asked, unknowing of the near-imperceivable smirk from Belfast, who saw where his eyes went for that split second.

"Master Shaw, Miss Belfast, I was reprimanding Dido for breaking a piece of décor in another room while dusting and tidying," the maid in charge, Sheffield, reported to him and Belfast. "She almost caused another piece to be destroyed just now, if it weren't for your quick reactions."

"Now now, it shouldn't be that big of a deal, and this recent incident was partly my fault anyways. What broke?"

"A wooden model of your country's USS Constitution, Master…" Dido spoke, her head bowed.

"Oh, that's it? That's unfortunate, but nothing drastically bad. I believe our budget can handle purchasing another one if needed, so don't worry about it."

"While you are right, Master Shaw, I believe there should be consequences of one's actions, evil and benign. Hence her punishment," Sheffield countered in her usual, kuudere fashion.

"True…" Shaw mused. "How about this then; fair and just punishments should be in correlation to the 'crime' and the intent. Dido busted the model, so why doesn't she just fix it or build a new one and call it square? Whatcha think Bel?"

"I believe that is fitting. Sheffield, any objections?"

The maid in question took a moment to think upon it before she spoke. "I do not have any, Miss Belfast."

"Then it's settled! Now, let's go get some grub! I'm starvin'!" Shaw strode forward and waved them to follow.

Shaw strode through the entrance doors of the brand-new MWR Center and stepped inside the main foyer, taking a moment to stop and admire the grand architecture and the impressive décor strategically placed throughout. He smiled up at the numerous flags that were strung from the rafters, proudly displaying each servicemember's and kansen's country of origin/design who made Azur Lane not only their home away from home, but even a reality. A warm, happy feeling settled in his heart to know that he had been given an opportunity to continue his predecessors' goals and ideals and lead his brothers and sisters-at-arms into a peaceful and prosperous world. Not only free from the Siren's mysterious yet deadly reach, but also free from oppression and terror from his own kind.

His moment of introspection was cut short by the way of an absolutely adorable little parade of Sakura destroyers as they were making their way from the snack bar to the ball pits, all hyped up on sugar and sweets with no supervision whatsoever. The leader of the pack noticed the new commander and came to a sudden and abrupt halt, causing the rest of the little ones to run the girl over and end up in a small dogpile just a dozen feet away.

Shaw rushed to the assistance of them all. "Oh man, y'all alright?" He questioned as he began to pick them up, one by one, and set them down gently.

"Arigatō Shikikan!" The leader of the group, a girl with short, brown hair tied in pigtails with one of her cat ears sticking through a small yellow hat, thanked him energetically.

"Of course, just be more careful, okay? Could get hurt if you end up in another… catpile like that again," Shaw cautioned her and the rest of them as he stealthily chuckled at his own little pun.

"Hai! Oh, Shikikan! Do you have any candy? Auntie Ark was told not to let us have any more by Fusō-sama! Onegaishimasu?" She pleaded as she casted her best puppy dog look the man, the rest waited in various states of anticipation. Or was it kitty cat look since she had cat ears and a cat tail?

Shaw chuckled at the act. "Alright, alright. Lucky for you, I got some caramel treats stashed in my pocket." He dug his hand inside one of his pockets and gave a single treat to each of them. "Eat this as sneakily as you can, and if anyone asks, I didn't give you them. Okay?"

"Hai! Thank you Shikikan!" Mitsuki and the rest of the rabble chimed as they unwrapped the candys and popped them into their mouths.

"Alright, off you go! Remember to throw away the evidence!" Shaw playfully shooed them before he stood back to his full height. He watched them go to the nearest trash bin, sucking and chewing on the delicious caramel treat, before they made a beeline to the ball pits.

"I swear, they are too cute," he sighed before he smiled to himself.

"You have the makings of a great and loving father, Shikikan-sama," a soft female voice rang behind him, which in turn made him turn towards the source.

"Ahh, thank you. I have some practice with kids due to my little brothers, nieces, and nephews. I'd like to think I'm the 'cool uncle'," he laughed. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I've met you officially."

"I am Amagi, battlecruiser of the Sakura Empire, and eldest sister of Kaga and Akagi" the kimono-clad woman bowed in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Shikikan-sama."

Shaw returned a bow to her, albeit a tad awkward in the motion. "Ryan Shaw, you can call me by name in less official encounters. Pleasure is all mine," he smiled good-naturedly.

"Hai, thank you Shaw-sama. It seems we have something in common already. How young are your brothers?"

"Well, the oldest of them is nine years younger than me, while the youngest is twenty years younger," he explained. "They're in college and high school now. Time flies, don't it?" he said wistfully.

"They do grow up faster than you think," Amagi agreed as she adopted a similarly wistful smile before it morphed into a concerned frown. "I am graced by the gods to have my sisters at my side. I'm sure it is hard for you to not be able to see them as often as you would like, Shaw-sama."

"It does suck, but I agreed to this life," he shrugged. "The call of the sea and of my country are hard to deny for me. I'm just content with the fact that I'm doing my part to keep them free and safe, even half a globe away." Shaw finished solemnly.

"Anywho, are you here for the event?" he inquired after a beat of slightly awkward silence, mainly to switch topics.

She blinked once as her mind caught up to the abrupt topic change. "Yes, but I am not here to compete. I came to support my friends and sisters, although I am not sure what the event is supposed to be. Do you have any knowledge about it?

Shaw laughed. "No. I asked Belfast for the inside scoop of the whole ordeal, but she gave me the cryptic runaround."

"I believe she enjoys doing that, especially to you, Shaw-sama," she giggled into her kimono sleeve. "She's not like that to others, at least to that extent."

"Of course she picks on me of all people," he sighed in exasperation. "Well, forward unto the breach. Let's see for ourselves, shall we?"

"Hai, let us investigate," she smiled warmly before they set off, keeping pace at his side as they journeyed deeper into the building.

To say that the entire MWR center was decked out would be an understatement of the year in Shaw's mind, as they traversed through the massive building. It had the forementioned ball pit room, filled with a sea of multi-colored, child-friendly plastic balls that had slides and small swings for extra fun, a fully stocked and massive snack and drink bar that housed almost any drink and food you could find from across the globe to accommodate any craving someone may have that particular day, large in-door gymnasiums in which you could play a round of whatever in-door/out-door sport you wanted within safe reasons, a full-sized theater that played the latest blockbuster movies or the most obscure pieces of pop-culture set on film, a roller-skate rink, a small bowling alley, a computer room for playing your favorite games or doing other tasks on wicked fast internet, a library stuffed full of uber comfortable bean bag chairs, sofas, and soft lighting to read up on the latest book series or do research on a topic that caught your fancy, a Virtual Reality room, and even a planetarium. There were more areas that caught Shaw's eye on signs as he and Amagi made their way through the building, but he stopped listing them in his head after the planetarium.

After a pleasant yet quiet walk, both he and Amagi ended up in the main event room as they followed the commotion that grew in noise. Inside were hundreds of people and kansen alike, chatting to each other as they waited for an announcer to start the event.

"I shall go search for my sisters. Farewell, Shikikan-sama," Amagi bowed.

Shaw smiled and bowed to her in return. "Off you go now, see you soon Amagi."

Now alone, the man grabbed a soda from a nearby vending machine and made his way to through the crowd. A few people recognized him and gave polite greetings or smiles, but he mainly remained unnoticed. Afterall, he is still new, and nobody has seen him around base dressed in casual clothing yet. He found an empty row of chairs near the podium in which the event would be announced and sat down, cracking open his drink and taking a sip.

"Still, woulda been nice to have been told what's going on here, but its fine…" Shaw complained to nobody but the air around him

"I can give ya a clue, but it'd cost you a Dr. Pepper from where you got yours at," a feminine voice rung behind him, sultry and smooth with a slight southern accent. Before he could turn around, the source of said voice sat down next to him and gave him a grin. "Almost didn't recognize you Commander, with you not being in your uniform. I like the look."

In front of him sat a sun-kissed portrait of beauty with long, raven hair tied in a thick bun and topped with a wide-brimmed, flat, black felt bonnet that had a tan leather buckle. The woman sported a stylish and provocative, custom tailored, black, and sleeveless corset with straps attached to a collar, which helped keep ahold of her bust in the front. Below her shoulders, her arms were adorned with large and flowing white sleeves made of cotton which contrasted nicely with the black gloves that met with the sleeves at the forearm. Along her waist sat a black leather belt adorned with brass lettering with her name, with the last two letters being replaced by what seemed to be a brass Texas Ranger's badge. What accented her toned, mile-long legs baffled Shaw a tad. It seemed to be something like chaps, but it reached down to her black leather stiletto shoes, which only made her thighs and calves all the more enticing to look at. It was white with large black leather straps that interweaved each other. At lower waist height, a number '35' was embroidered in a brass color, all the while drawing attention to her black panties that peeked just above it as it sat on her hips.

Before he could stop himself, he replied to her compliment by saying, "Thank you, but what I'm wearing doesn't hold a candle to your outfit."

"Oh?" She grinned even wider. "Likin' whatcha see? Don't deny it, I noticed you checking me out."

Shaw sighed and facepalmed himself. "I'm sorry. There was no illicit meaning behind it. Just caught my eye is all."

The southern beauty chimed with laughter. "Just giving you a hard time Commander, don't worry." Her grin fell away to a small yet genuine smile. "Name's Texas, BB-35, the second ship of the New York -class of battleships, as well as Yorkie's only sister. Pleasure to finally introduce myself."

"Pleasure is all mine, Texas," he greeted back with a smile as he extended a handshake in greeting, which she took with a firm hand.

"Now, back to business," Shaw began. "You know the inside scoop?"

"Nah ah~! I don't see my Dr. Pepper, unless you're meaning to give me yours?"

"Alright alright. Gimme a moment," the man relented before he stood to get his bartering piece. After a few moments, he came back with her prize in hand. "There, happy now?"

The battleship took the drink, popped the cap off, and took a swig. "Ahh! Always hits the spot. They've always tasted better when served in a proper glass bottle, don't ya think?"

"I agree with you wholeheartedly."

At that moment, a familiar face found him as he sat and conversed with his newest companion and strode over with a few other women in tow.

"Shikikan-sama," the pleasurably soft and feminine voice of Amagi greeted his ears as the group of kansen bowed along with her. "Do you mind if we joined you and your company while we wait?"

"Please, by all means." Shaw motioned with a hand. As they got comfortable, or as comfortable as you can actually get in a plastic folding chair, he inquired, "So, who are your friends?"

"Shikikan-sama, please meet my sisters, Akagi and Kaga," Amagi introduced.

"Pleasure to formally meet you, Shikikan-sama. I am Kaga, second in command of the Sakura Empire's 1st Carrier Division," spoke the beautiful, white-haired woman as she bowed her head in greeting.

Meanwhile, Akagi sat silent as she stared wide-eyed at him, seemingly starstruck.

Amagi cleared her throat, which broke Akagi out of her trance-like revere. "Ahh! Gomen'nasai, Shikikan-sama! I am Akagi, commander of the 1st Carrier Division," she hurriedly introduced herself as she bowed her head.

A tad confused by Akagi's actions, he threw a single raised eyebrow towards Amagi. She gave a non-verbal response akin to an intrigued yet clueless shrug. She made a mental note to investigate this further, but left it be for now.

"And I am Hakuryuu! The largest and strongest aircraft carrier in the Sakura Empire!" proclaimed another woman of silver hair and irises of polished steel.

"Hakuryuu, this is not me competing with you or anything of the sort, but I believe I am technically the largest carrier," the final woman spoke, nearly whisper quiet and with a tinge of sleepiness embedded in her voice.

"By technicality! You may displace more than me, Shinano-sama, in more ways than one," the boisterous carrier mumbled that last part before she continued on, "but you are not a true carrier!"

Amagi cleared her throat once more. "Hakuryuu-san, if you disrespect Shinano-sama once more, there will be consequences." A dark aura seemed to appear around the typically pleasant natured woman. It sent shivers down the backs of Akagi and Kaga, and it made Hakuryuu go stiff with fear.

"H-Hai Amagi-san! Gomen'nasai Shinano-sama! It was not my intent to disrespect you in the slightest! Please forgive me!" The carrier kansen collapsed down to the floor and nearly head-butted it with how aggressive she bowed in forgiveness.

"Raise your head, Hakuryuu-san. I am not troubled by your words, so please seat yourself," Shinano assured the begging woman. "But I do suggest refraining from speaking in such a way towards someone else. They may not be so kind."

The only man of the group chuckled at their antics. "And I presume you to be Miss Shinano, right?" he questioned as he set his gaze upon the soft-spoken woman in white and blue.

"Hai, Shikikan-sama. I am Shinano, Sakura Empire aircraft carrier, third ship of the Yamato class, and resident oracle," she simply stated with a soft smile.

As Shaw finished bowing his head toward Shinano, he gave his own introduction. "I know you all know me, if albeit not personally, but I am Commander Ryan Shaw of the Eagle Union. Pleasure to make all of your acquaintances."

"Now, Texas, what's the scoop huh?" the man questioned the tanned woman.

"Well, I heard from a friend that it's a contest on a computer game," she began. "I can't recall what the name was, but I do remember part of the description she gave me. Something about planes and tanks and warships from the First and Second Great Human Wars?"

"Sounds intriguing," spoke Kaga. "It's based on designs from our original lives' eras."

"Texas-san, do you have any more knowledge about this?" Amagi asked.

"Naw, that's all I could really understand. I swear, Long Island talks faster than a squirrel on cocaine when it comes to her games," Texas told her.

"Welp, guess we at least know what we're sorta in for then," Shaw stated as he rested his hands behind his head. "Well worth that soda, in my mind."

"Now, we wait," Shinano finished as she adjusted herself in her seat to be a tad more comfortable.

Thankfully they didn't have to wait long, for when Shaw's watch struck 1800 hours, a petite woman with wavy, green hair strode up to the podium with a teacher's pointing stick in one hand and a clipboard in the other. Her eyes pierced though her eyeglasses like a hawk as she surveyed the crowd. It vaguely reminded Shaw of a stern elementary teacher he had, over 35 years ago.

"Those who are gathered here today for the scheduled MWR event, I request your attention," she spoke, the microphone in front of her amplified her voice and carried it through the entire event hall. Quickly, everyone fell silent; all eyes and ears were trained on the sole speaker in front of them. "Thank you. I am Langley, first aircraft carrier of the Eagle Union, and Azur Lane's MWR vice-president. Today's event, if you were not aware, is a team-based video game competition, set in a game called 'War Thunder'."

The smol carrier continued. "Teams will be chosen according to the preference of the players. However, there are rules for team lineups, rules I will go over in just a moment. This competition will be a tournament style ladder match. Teams who are eliminated will be given a chance to redeem their bad luck in a secondary ladder match, playing against others who are eliminated. Best play well, otherwise those who lose again in the primary ladder will be struck from the competition and will not be allowed to continue further." Langley paused to take a breath, and then she continued on. "Teams will consist of ten players, with restrictions to the maximum number of ship types. A full list of the rules will be provided to each assembled team so they may fully review them. Before the tournament begins, there will be an hour of practice time in order to get used to the controls and mechanics of the game. Are there any questions?"

Shaw held his tongue for his own question, as it was more professional in nature. He would speak with Langley privately. On the other hand, many hands rose throughout the crowd.

The diminutive woman gazed upon the sea of hands and picked one at random. "Yes, Miss Fredrich?"

A buxom and beautiful image of a woman stood up from her chair. Shaw's immediate impression of her was that she was a mother, but that thought was dashed due to his knowledge of kansen being nearly unable to bear children of their own. His other mental image of the woman was that of an apex predator. Even as he saw her stand up, her body language oozed both motherly affection and predatory confidence. He made a mental note to speak with her later.

"Danke, Fraulein Langley. Might I inquire about the rewards for the winning this most intriguing game we are about to play?"

Eager whispers echoed throughout the event hall immediately following Fredrich's very important question before Langley spoke up to answer as a small smile tweaked her lips. "Very good question Fredrich, thank you. Quarter-finalists, semi-finalists, and the winner will be awarded as follows."

All conversation ceased to exist as all members anxiously awaited what the petite carrier would say next.

"Quarter-finalist members will be awarded with a free 24-hour liberty chit. Semi-finalists will be bestowed with a full 72-hour liberty chit and a fifty-dollar gift card, usable at any location on the island. And the winners will receive…" everyone's hopes, as well as their ears, strained for the last and juiciest reward for the winners, "… An all-expenses paid, week-long trip to a hot spring resort in Hakone, Japan!"

Author's Note:

Phew, that took forever of me, didn't it? I'm truly apologetic that it took me this long to just get this out to y'all. I could make excuses, but they'd all be shit. So I'm gonna stand at parade rest, mouth closed, ears open, and await the tongue lashing xD.

I believe I missed my target deadline to post this, butI do hope everyone enjoys the new and improved BBs vs. CVs story as I roll more content out. In my humble opinion, the rewrite is WAAAAY better than the rough original. I kept the old stuff there mainly for myself as an example, and a little bit for readers to see how I've changed and improved in storytelling and writing. It's not my strong suit and it definitely doesn't come to me easily, but I do believe I can pat my own back just this once. There are a few points in the writing where I could have changed it to flow way better, and make a character or two more like what they're portrayed in the games, anime, and short stories, but I just wanted to publish it and work on improving the next chapter.

For those who care and stuck around, thank you for your infinite patience. I'll do better, and BE better, this next go around Please tell me what's bad, what's good, and what you personally enjoyed in this chapter. I'll take any criticism I can get with a smile.

Fair winds and following seas everyone. I'll make sure to post the next chapter in LESS than 2 years apart!

-Tex

Afterword: Sorry for the double upload. Noticed that the paragraphs were bunched up in FF. Didn't know until I looked at it as a reader. Hope this edit fixes it -.-