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Journal Entry #7:

Can't wait to start my journey on Monday, April 22 (Which is tomorrow lol). I made a promise to myself to make my parents proud and solve the lingering mystery about myself. It's time to stop being ignorant and try to put my potential to use.

I have this gut feeling that I'm responsible for Cyndaquil's miraculous healing involving aura. Aura isn't well understood, and there aren't many who can use it. In fact, aura users are rarer than psychics, maybe even rarer than legendary Pokémon.

Like I mentioned a few times before in my journal, I still can't do moves or anything supernatural at all besides understanding Pokémon. Maybe I need a Lucario to train me or something? That could be what I'm lacking, no idea, I will try to ask a Lucario or get lucky enough to have a Riolu in my team.

Moving on, I need to plan for my first gym battle against Brock in Pewter City. Cyndaquil has a serious type disadvantage, so I need to find a way around that. Maybe I'll catch a Bug-type in Viridian Forest—any will do. There's no such thing as a useless Pokémon; it's all about training and developing their battle skills.

I can't wait to get my Pokédex and start building a name for myself. I need to figure out what I want to become and what I'm capable of achieving.

"To be the very best," as they say.

On a more personal note, I won't strike at Giovanni just yet. But when the time is right, I will make him pay for what he did to my parents. Even if I'm adopted, that doesn't change anything. I'll serve him my justice when the moment comes.

Now I'm starting to sound like a hero...

"Actually, I am sponsored," Gary said, pride shining on his face.

Ash's eyes narrowed, and he looked genuinely pissed. "What?! This is favoritism!" he shouted, pointing accusingly at Gary.

I sighed, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watched them. Their bickering never failed to amuse me, and today was no different. To top it off, Cyndaquil was still sound asleep in my arms, completely unfazed by the chaos around us.

"Yeah, I gotta agree with Ash for once. This is blatant favoritism," I said, looking at Gary with a teasing smile. "Though I'm actually surprised you know what 'favoritism' means, Ash."

Ash sheepishly looked around, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... well... I'm getting smarter, you know," he replied, his pride bubbling to the surface.

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced but willing to play along. "Right, Ash…"

Gary chuckled smugly, crossing his arms. "What can I say? I can't help it if people recognize my talent," he said, puffing his chest out like it was all part of his destiny.

Ash folded his arms, still looking irritated. "It's not fair. We're all starting at the same time, but you're already getting extra help."

Gary shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? I'm simply better than you."

I rolled my eyes, fighting back laughter. "Let's just hope that talent of yours holds up when it actually matters... in a battle," I shot back.

Gary grinned, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. "Pfft, you two won't stand a chance against me," he said confidently, glancing between Ash and me.

Before I could reply, I noticed something funny. "Uh, Gary... You might want to check your ice cream."

His eyes widened as he quickly glanced down at his cone, which had completely melted in the sun. "Wait—what?!"

Ash and I couldn't hold it in anymore. We both burst into laughter, watching Gary frantically trying to salvage what little remained of his ice cream. I leaned back in my seat, wiping away tears of laughter, while Ash slapped his knee, still laughing hysterically.

"You should've seen your face!" Ash managed between fits of laughter, pointing at Gary.

Gary slumped in his seat, looking completely defeated. He crossed his arms and shot us both a glare. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he muttered, clearly not amused.

Ash stood up, finally catching his breath and stretching his arms. "Well, I'm heading home. My mom's getting my trainer gear ready for tomorrow. Smell ya later, Gary!" he said with a smirk, throwing Gary's own catchphrase back at him with exaggerated flair.

Gary's expression darkened as he slumped even lower in his seat. "Can't believe he just used my line against me..." he grumbled, clearly defeated.

I chuckled softly and stood up as well. The movement stirred Cyndaquil, who blinked sleepily up at me, looking slightly grumpy about being woken up. I smiled down at him and gently patted his head. "Sorry, buddy."

"Well, Gary, I'm heading out too," I said, turning to him. "I need to get some stuff done before tomorrow."

Gary glanced up at me, his mood still sour, but he gave a small nod. "Yeah, yeah. Good luck with your prep, I guess," he said with a half-hearted wave.

"Thanks, man. See you on the road," I replied with a casual wave before turning to leave.

As I walked away, Cyndaquil yawned and snuggled back into my arms. "Sorry to wake you, bud," I whispered. "We're heading home... but first, maybe some shopping. Let's ask Mrs. Gardner about... financial support."

Cyndaquil perked up a little at that, though he still looked drowsy. "Shopping?" he mumbled, his voice soft and sleepy.

"Yeah, we need to get some supplies and gear for tomorrow. You cool with that?" I asked, smiling down at him.

Cyndaquil let out a small, contented hum and settled back into my arms, already drifting off again. With a quiet chuckle, I made my way back home, to Mrs. Gardner's house, ready to ask for some help to prepare for the big journey ahead.

"Oh, you want to buy extra things for tomorrow? You already got plenty from your birthday," Mrs. Gardner remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but it's mostly for my outfit. Gotta show everyone your style, right?" I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my head.

Mrs. Gardner crossed her arms, smirking. "I see. Well, I can help with that. There's a store that sells trainer outfits right next to the school!"

Wait, right next to our school? How come I never noticed it before? Must be because of my uncontrollable studying before the test and my thirst for knowledge, that must be the case. Oh well...

I jumped in excitement. "Awesome! When can we go?"

She gave me a sly smile. "Right now."

"Really?" I asked, slightly taken aback.

Mrs. Gardner laughed. "Yep. No time like the present!"

"Great! But first, let's get Cyndaquil settled. He's been snoozing in my arms this whole time."

Cyndaquil was still asleep, curled up peacefully. I gently placed him on the couch, making sure he was comfortable. "Alright, buddy, take a good nap," I whispered softly.

With Cyndaquil settled and Bellsprout keeping him company in the garden, Mrs. Gardner and I headed out. "Shopping time," I grinned.

It didn't take long to reach downtown Pallet. Pallet Town here was more urbanized than what you'd see in the anime, but it still retained that small-town charm. Peaceful, sure, but in a way that made the place feel alive. It's no wonder Professor Oak chose to set up his lab here.

As we approached the store, I noticed the sign: "Pokefits." Fitting name, I thought. The storefront was inviting, with benches outside and vibrant flowers neatly arranged by the entrance.

"Welcome to the Pokefits store! What can I help you with today?" the cashier greeted us warmly. She was a woman in her 30s, wearing simple black clothes and a pair of generic glasses.

"A cool outfit, I guess," I replied, glancing around the store.

"Ah, I see," she smiled. "You must be Genera. Congratulations on your success! You're quite the talk of the town—probably the whole region!"

I scratched my head, feeling a bit embarrassed by the praise. "Uh, thanks. I'm also looking for some trainer equipment I didn't get during my birthday."

Mrs. Gardner chuckled, joining in. "Well, the talk of the town needs to be well-prepared, right?"

The cashier laughed, nodding. "Indeed. Hey, Neil! Can you guide them to the outfit section?"

"Got it," a male employee called out, walking over. He looked to be in his late 20s, with an easygoing demeanor.

This man apparently named Neil, led us through the store, which was stocked with everything a trainer could need. "So, you're after a cool outfit, huh?" he asked, glancing at me with a grin. "Got anything specific in mind?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm thinking of a Pastel blue or Sky blhe zip-up jacket. Sky blue's my favorite color—my favorite kind of blue, beautiful as the sky."

Neil smiled, clearly approving of my choice. "Sky blue, huh? Nice pick. We've got a few jackets that might catch your eye. Follow me."

We weaved through aisles filled with various clothing options—from rugged outdoor gear to sleek, stylish ensembles. Neil stopped at a rack of zip-up jackets, pulling out a couple in different shades of blue.

"This one's pretty close to Sky blue," Neil said, holding up a jacket that immediately caught my attention. It was the perfect shade—lightweight, breathable, and durable. Exactly what I was looking for.

"This is awesome!" I said, feeling the fabric between my fingers. "I'll take it."

Mrs. Gardner smiled approvingly. "That color suits you, Genera. You'll definitely stand out."

"Thanks!" I said, slipping the jacket on. It felt perfect, like it was made just for me.

Neil chuckled, clearly amused. "Looks like you found your fit. Anything else you need?"

"Actually, yeah," I replied, glancing around. "I've been thinking about getting a pair of black, circular glasses. Not because I need them—just because they'd look cool."

Mrs. Gardner raised an eyebrow, teasing. "You're really going for the full stylish trainer look, aren't you?"

I grinned, nodding. "Gotta have the right accessories, right?"

Neil laughed, nodding along. "Fair enough. Let me show you some options."

He led us to a smaller section dedicated to accessories. After browsing for a bit, Neil handed me a pair of black, circular glasses. I put them on and checked myself out in the mirror.

"These are perfect," I said, adjusting them slightly.

Mrs. Gardner laughed. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"

"Hey, first impressions matter," I joked, taking off the glasses and placing them in the shopping basket Neil had handed us.

"Anything else?" Neil asked, looking between us.

"Actually, yeah," I remembered something important. "I need to pick up some cooking utensils. I didn't get all of them on my birthday, and I'll definitely need them while traveling."

Mrs. Gardner gave me a knowing look. "Of course you'd think of that. Always prepared, huh?"

Neil chuckled and led us to another section of the store where they had various cooking supplies—pots, pans, portable stoves, and utensils. I picked out a set that had everything I needed, making sure it was compact enough to fit in my bag but durable enough to last on the road.

"This should do the trick," I said, adding the utensils to the basket.

Mrs. Gardner looked pleased. "You're all set now. You've got the outfit, the accessories, and the supplies. Ready to start your journey?"

I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Definitely. Thanks for all the help."

Neil smiled as we headed to the front of the store. "No problem. Good luck on your journey, Genera. You're going to take the region by storm."

"Thanks alot," I said, giving him a wave as we approached the checkout.

The cashier clapped her hands together, beaming. "So, did you find everything you needed?"

"Yep, got everything I was looking for. Thanks a lot!" I replied, feeling more ready than ever.

As the cashier began scanning my items, the soft beeping of the register echoed in the cozy store. She carefully handled each piece, starting with the Sky Blue zip-up jacket, then the black circular glasses, and finally, the set of cooking utensils. The prices appeared on the register as she scanned them:

- Sky Blue Zip-Up Jacket: 1,500 Poké

- Black Circular Retro Glasses: 800 Poké

- Cooking Utensils Set: 1,200 Poké

Once all the items were scanned, she looked up at me with a smile. "Your total comes to 3,500 Poké," she said, folding the jacket neatly and placing it in a small shopping bag along with the glasses and utensils.

Oh yeah, I remember that Poké Dollars are equivalent to yen in worth and value, so this might seem like a lot, but it's just a small dent for a regular person like Mrs. Gardner. Well, this is only a one-time purchase, and I'm not stupid enough to lose or break them.

"Here," Mrs. Gardner handed over the money from her purse.

"Thanks for stopping by," the cashier said to us.

As we stepped outside the store, we were greeted by a gentle breeze that carried the warmth of the noon sun. The sky was clear, and the sunlight bathed Pallet Town in a golden glow, making the town feel alive and vibrant.

I could feel the soft winds brushing against my face, ruffling my hair slightly as we walked. The warmth of the sun, combined with the cool breeze, made it a perfect day to be out and about.

Mrs. Gardner smiled as she glanced up at the sky. "It's such a beautiful day," she remarked, her voice filled with contentment.

"Yeah, it really is," I agreed.

Mrs. Gardner stopped for a moment. "I know this might be a sensitive topic, but I can't help but wonder why you haven't received any inheritance from your parents, or even compensation. It just doesn't seem right."

Yeah, that's true. I never gave it much thought. All I assumed was the League doing the important investigations first, seeing if I had anything to do with it before offering compensation or enacting the law of inheritance.

"It's fine, Mrs. Gardner. I didn't give it much thought," I replied.

We resumed walking.

"How about I give you 20,000 Poké?" she smiled.

"Wha—I don't think that's necessary," I said, surprised.

She laughed. "Oh, sweetie, you deserve it. Besides, it's going to benefit you a lot on your journey."

"Tha-thanks a lot, Mrs. Gardner," I said gratefully.

"No need to thank me, Genera. And I think it's time for you to go big with your friends," she said.

Go big… Yeah, I will… Wait…

That's right! Pikachu! Tomorrow is when Ash will meet Pikachu in Professor Oak's lab as his starter!

Mrs. Gardner noticed me getting distracted. "Is something on your mind?"

Brought back to reality, I quickly replied, "Oh, it's just about tomorrow at Professor Oak's lab."

Satisfied with my answer, she said, "I see. Since you already have a starter, all you're missing is a Pokédex," she hummed and looked up at the sky for a moment. "Oh, I think it's time for you to capture Cyndaquil in a Poké Ball so it can officially be your starter."

I facepalmed. "How did I forget about that?"

"Maybe you got too excited and forgot some crucial things," she chuckled.

As we continued our walk through Pallet Town, Mrs. Gardner glanced over at me with a curious smile. "So, what are your dreams and goals, Genera? Something big and cool, I assume?"

I let out a small sigh, my gaze drifting to the sidewalk in front of us. "To be honest, I don't really know. There are so many things that interest me, and I want to explore them all."

She nodded, listening intently, so I continued. "I can't choose just one thing. It's hard to pick, and I can't seem to figure out what my true passion and dream are."

Mrs. Gardner's expression softened. "That's understandable, Genera. But you know, how about you do all of them? Sure, you might get busy, but at least you'll see so much of the world!"

Her suggestion took me by surprise. I hadn't really thought about it that way before. Doing everything I'm interested in? It sounded overwhelming but exciting at the same time. "Maybe you're right, Mrs. Gardner," I replied, the idea settling in my mind, though I wasn't quite ready to commit to it. "I'll think about it, but for now, I'll just focus on starting my journey."

She smiled, her eyes full of warmth. "That's a good plan, Genera. You don't have to decide everything right away. The important thing is to enjoy the journey, wherever it takes you."

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, Mrs. Gardner. It helps to hear that."

Well now... It's time to get my starter properly.

"I'm home!" I yelled as I slammed the door open.

I immediately regretted it. Mrs. Gardner was right behind me, and I had spooked Cyndaquil out of his sleep.

She chuckled. "Maybe control yourself there, Genera."

I scratched my head in embarrassment. "Right, sorry."

I walked over to the couch where Cyndaquil had been sleeping. He was peeking over the edge, looking startled. Not gonna lie, it was cute seeing him like that, but... Sorry for scaring him in the process—oops.

"Big bro, you scared me!" Cyndaquil said, still quivering.

"Uh, sorry, Cyndaquil. I was just excited and couldn't control myself," I said, embarrassed again.

I gently picked up Cyndaquil and placed him on my right shoulder, feeling his warmth against my neck as I headed towards my bedroom. The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open, revealing the familiar space filled with everything that made it mine—posters I had moved around, books, and a few scattered clothes.

Cyndaquil shifted a little, getting comfortable on my shoulder. His tiny paws clung to my shirt, and I could feel him breathing softly, calming down from the earlier scare.

"Hey, Cyndaquil," I began, trying to sound casual, "I wanted to talk to you about something important. It's about Pokéballs."

Cyndaquil tilted his head, curious. "I know about them," he said, his voice small but clear. "They're those things humans use to keep Pokémon, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," I replied, walking over to my bed and sitting down. I gently lifted Cyndaquil from my shoulder and placed him on my lap. "But I wasn't sure if you knew what it's like inside one. I figured we should talk about it before you go inside one for the first time."

Cyndaquil looked up at me with wide eyes. "I've heard about them, but... I don't know what it's like. Is it scary?"

I shook my head, trying to reassure him. "It's not scary, at least not from what I've heard from other trainers. Inside a Pokéball, it's supposed to be really comfortable. It's like being in a cozy, safe place where you can rest and heal."

Cyndaquil seemed to relax a little at that, though I could still sense some uncertainty. "So, it's like a little home, right?"

"Exactly," I said with a smile. "But the best part is that you'll only be in there when you want to be. I'll never force you into it, okay?"

Cyndaquil gave a small nod, his flames flickering softly as he thought about it. "Okay, big bro. I trust you."

Hearing that made me feel a lot better. "Thanks, Cyndaquil. You're the best." I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed an empty Pokéball, the same one given to me by someone on my birthday. I held it out and pressed the button, making it grow in size. "You ready?"

Cyndaquil looked at it for a moment. "Yeah, I'm ready."

This is it. My first capture, and he'll be a proper starter. This is a big step for me. I lightly tapped the Pokéball against his head, and he turned into a puddle of light, getting absorbed into the ball.

It pinged, signaling a successful capture!

"MY FIRST CAPTURE, BABY!" I shouted, followed by a mumbled but definitely heard laugh from Mrs. Gardner.

I held the Pokéball in my hand, feeling the smooth surface under my fingers. "Alright, Cyndaquil, come on out," I said, pressing the button to release him.

In a flash of light, Cyndaquil materialized in front of me, his flames flickering softly as he blinked a few times, adjusting to being back in the open.

I knelt down, looking at him with anticipation. "So, what was it like in there?"

Cyndaquil tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "Weird... but still comfortable, I guess," he said, his voice a little uncertain but calm.

I couldn't contain my excitement and screamed, "Awesome to hear!"

Cyndaquil flinched slightly at my outburst but quickly relaxed, a small smile forming on his face. Seeing him okay and comfortable made my heart race with happiness. This was just the beginning, but it felt like such a huge step.

"Wanna visit Ash, Cyndaquil?" I asked, smiling and looking at him.

Cyndaquil perked up. "Yes!"

"Well, hop on! We've got a little adventure to do," I replied.

Now I'm eager to surprise Ash with my ultimate starter. I'm gonna release Cyndaquil out of his Pokéball in front of him and see how he reacts. Bet it's gonna be funny.

Ash's house is situated on the outskirts of Pallet Town, offering a clear view of Professor Oak's hill in the distance. It was a nice, peaceful walk to get here, with the breeze gently rustling through the trees, making the air feel fresh and calming.

Ash's house itself is a modest, two-story family home—nothing too fancy, just a typical suburban place. It's located in a quiet area where the only sounds you'd hear in the morning are Pokémon like Doduo acting as natural alarm clocks for the neighborhood.

Cyndaquil was safely tucked away in his Pokéball. I wanted to surprise Ash by showing him I had a proper starter now. Technically, you're supposed to have a trainer ID or be a registered trainer to get a Pokéball and capture a Pokémon, but since I'd already completed the test, Professor Oak probably listed us non-trainers, or kids, as official trainers now, the only thing missing is our Pokédexes.

As I approached the front door, I rang the doorbell, shaking off my wandering thoughts.

"Who's there?" a voice called from inside.

It had to be Mrs. Delia. Most people called her Ms. or Miss Ketchum, but since I was a good friend of Ash's, she insisted that I call her by her first name. Ash was lucky to have such a wonderful mother—must be another of his protagonist perks.

I chuckled to myself before answering. "It's Genera, Mrs. Delia."

"Oh, are you looking for Ash right now?" she asked.

"Uh—yes," I replied, a bit awkwardly.

The door swung open to reveal Delia Ketchum, Ash's mom, wearing her usual warm smile.

"Well, come on in," she said politely. "Ash, your friend Genera is here!" she called out to Ash.

"Ah, coming!" Ash's voice echoed from somewhere inside the house.

"I've got some laundry to do, so feel free to wait in the living room. Ash should be done with... whatever he's doing in a minute," Mrs. Delia said with her usual kindness.

"Okay," I responded, stepping inside.

I made my way to the living room and took a seat. Even though I'd been here before, I couldn't help but notice how neat and tidy everything was. Mrs. Delia and Mr. Mime really prioritized keeping this place spotless. I'd bet this house was cleaner than 90% of all the buildings in both Kanto and Johto—nothing could compare.

As I settled in, I heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Mr. Mime, ever diligent and always cheerful, appeared with his usual bright expression.

"Ah, Genera! Here to visit Ash?" Mr. Mime asked, his tone warm and friendly.

"Yeah," I replied, nodding.

"What's the occasion?" he inquired, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Uh… I've got a little surprise for him," I said, trying to keep my excitement from spilling over.

Mr. Mime's eyes narrowed playfully. "Oh? And what might that surprise be?"

I grinned, shaking my head. "It's a secret, at least for now."

He chuckled, his laughter light. "Alright, I won't pry… too much. But there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

I felt a slight tension build in my shoulders—Mr. Mime rarely sounded serious. But before I could overthink it, he waved a hand dismissively, still smiling.

"It's nothing serious, really. Just something I'm curious about," he reassured me.

"What is it?" I asked, relaxing a bit but still intrigued.

"I've always wondered how you're able to understand us Pokémon so well. I never asked you so I'm taking my curiousity here," he said, leaning in slightly. "It must be some cool power for rare kind of humans. I wish Lady Delia could understand me like you do, I still cant perform telepathy unfortunately."

I paused, considering his question. "Honestly, I don't know myself. It's still a bit of a mystery to me, something I intend to figure out one day—how and why I can understand you all."

Mr. Mime nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Well, with your journey, I'm sure you'll find the truth someday."

"Thanks, Mr. Mime," I said, genuinely appreciating his support.

He gave me a wink before straightening up. "Alright then, I'd better get back to my duties around the house. Good luck with your journey, Genera. And with finding the answers you're looking for."

"Thanks, Mr. Mime," I repeated, smiling as he turned to leave.

As I sat back, waiting for Ash, I couldn't help but think about what Mr. Mime had said. The mystery of my connection with Pokémon was just one of the many things I needed to figure out. But for now, I was focused on surprising Ash.

As I sat there, waiting in the immaculate living room, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs. Ash burst into the room with his usual boundless energy, a wide grin on his face.

"Genera! What's up?" Ash greeted, clearly excited to see me.

I couldn't help but grin back. "Hey, Ash. I've got something cool to show you."

Ash raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What is it?"

I reached for my Pokéball, my heart pounding with excitement. "You'll see," I said, pressing the button on the ball. In a flash of light, Cyndaquil appeared in front of us, his flames flickering softly as he blinked up at Ash.

Ash's eyes widened in amazement, and he took a step back, his jaw dropping. "No way!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. "You've captured him?"

I nodded, unable to hide my excitement. "Yeah! My first official Pokémon."

Ash knelt down, getting a closer look at Cyndaquil, who was sniffing the air curiously. "That's so cool, Genera! I can't wait for me to have my own too!"

Cyndaquil looked up at Ash and let out a small, cheerful squeak, clearly enjoying the attention.

"Pretty awesome, right?" I said, feeling a surge of pride.

"Totally," Ash agreed, still marveling at what just happened. "I'm so jealous, but I'm also super happy for you. Your journey's starting off great!"

I laughed, thrilled by his reaction. "Thanks, Ash. I can't wait to see what Pokémon you'll get."

Ash grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Whatever it is, I'll make sure it's as cool as your Cyndaquil!"

I pictured Pikachu in my head, him sitting on Ash's shoulder, crazy to think that at the start, they were on rough terms and eventually became an inseparable duo of chaos and besties, stopping world-ending threats in their adventures. As much as I don't like the idea of joining in their dangerous shenanigans, I also want Cyndaquil and me to be just like them.

Maybe I should start thinking of a fitting name for him to solidify our bond just like Ash and Pikachu.

I finished gathering my deep thoughts and smiled at Ash. "Oh, I'm sure you will."

Information for my memory issues:

Name: Genera Jenson

Age: 10

Birthday: April 13

Money: 7,432

Pokémon: 1/6

AN: I am thinking of making another fanfic relating to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon with a unique twist and some... Well plot of course. But I don't really know how to write it as of now and with the ongoing school issues I stated on first Author's Notes, it is going to be a bit troublesome.

???: Ohhhh, looks like our favorite protagonist will start his adventure tomorrow

Author: Indeed it is

???: Ash is going make his life... Bit windy if he ends up with them often during his journey

Author: Who knows? His life is definitely going to be interesting for sure

???: True, but hey, le's continue watching Demon Slayer, this is actually pretty good

Author: Cool I guess, glad you like it