"At the beginning." Ricky interrupted immediately, his glowing green eyes ready to absorb the flood of information that would finally connect the strands that had always eluded him.
Ahem
"Then, let me tell you what a defect is-"
Selene's Narration:
A defect, simply put, is a being born from the seed of a god yet carries no trace of divinity.
But what makes defects so dangerous, and so fascinating, is that their lineage is virtually invisible.
Even the gods themselves cannot detect a defect without sending a pulse of their own divinity through the being's blood, and even then, the results are never perfect.
Why is this a problem, you ask?
The answer lies in the Hyborian Age, a time when the gods-well, they f*cked like rabbits.
Their lust was boundless, indiscriminate, touching mortals, beasts, and even one another in ways that defied the bare naked eye.
From this chaos, the first demi-gods were born and used within their game.
Until they weren't.
Demi-gods, we are told, were no longer used as pieces because they would eventually ascend to godhood, becoming future players themselves.
It is said that the gods, much like your poorly constructed commission, accepted the demi-gods into their council, if only to maintain public order and avoid chaos among mortals.
But I know the real truth.
They simply found better pawns.
Better tools.
In truth, they found the defects.
The irregularities of their own divinity, the defects, the perfect pieces in their games.
They carried the lineage of divinity yet held none of its power.
They could not retaliate, could not ascend, and most of all, could not threaten the natural order of the council.
They were complete control wrapped in a fragile, human-shaped package.
"And it all started with one man." Selene's scowl twisted, her gaze hardening on the very person she loathed with every fiber of her being.
"One man who has utterly undone us as a species, who has fractured humanity itself, simply through his existence." Selene said, her lips curled into a hateful sneer at the very thought of him.
"Alexander the great."
The moment the name left her mouth, dripping with disdain, both Ricky and Alexander froze.
"What?" Ricky asked, thinking for a moment that he must've misheard.
"Oh, I forgot, you're a fan of his," Selene scoffed, rolling her eyes toward the gerbil, coincidentally named 'Alexander the Great.'
"A fan?" Ricky flinched, his expression twisting oddly at Selene's assumption.
SNORT
Alexander snorted, struggling to hold back laughter as Ricky scowled at the idea of being a fan of him of all people.
"I'm not his fan-"
"Then why did you name your furry little friend after him?" Selene asked, a teasing glint in her eyes as she puckered her lips at the small, twitching gerbil.
"Furry little friend-" Alexander repeated, his tone catching the weirdness of the moment, slowly mirroring Ricky's disgusted expression from just seconds before.
SNORT
This time, Ricky lost it, a loud, uncontrollable laugh escaping him as he pointed at Alexander with his smug grin.
"A very cute gerbil at that." Selene added, scratching under Alexander's chin just as he was about to protest.
Although Alexander rarely showed the practicalities of being a furry little animal since his conquering spirit always outshined them, there were still the little things.
For example his obsession with sunflower seeds or the way he'd scurry into any burrowed corner he could find.
And now, thanks to Selene's sudden discovery, his furry body's greatest weakness was revealed before them all: under his chin.
"Ohhhhhhhhh~" Alexander breathed, voice trembling with bliss as the world suddenly turned bright and golden.
His knees gave out beneath him, overcome by a feeling he had quite literally never known before.
"A fellow chair I share the high table with, Zheng, once called him both a curse and a blessing upon mankind." Selene said, a faint smile curling her lips as she watched the gerbil collapse to his knees at her mere touch, clearly enjoying every second of it.
"By an almost any reasonable measure, Alexander the Great was mankind's greatest conqueror up to his time-"
But as most historians like to think, he wasn't merely born a military genius, blessed with the right tools and timing.
No.
Such explanations are for mortals who cannot bear the thought of destiny playing favorites.
I mean, have you ever wondered why humans revere any and all gods?
It is because even gods are bound to something greater than themselves, to forces older than time, older than creation itself.
They are but links in a chain that stretches across an unending sea of existence, and humanity, ever desperate for meaning, worships the links they cannot see.
But the world changed when it was revealed that Alexander was the son of Zeus.
Unlike the gods, who shackled themselves to their own laws to prevent annihilation, Alexander was free.
He inherited no divinity, no celestial power, only the allure of the divine.
And that, my little bird, was far more dangerous.
He was, in truth, part of something greater than himself.
When he spoke of unity, of conquering not for gold but for a world without boundaries, people believed him.
Not because he was wise, but because he sounded like the echo of a god who had forgotten he was human.
However, while other defects were given fragments of that allure, Alexander was born with all the talent and ambition to reach for the very stars the gods perched upon.
The difference between him and others is best shown in the old tale everyone loves to tell.
The philosopher Anaxarchus once told Alexander there were an infinite number of worlds.
When Alexander heard this, he wept and asked his friends if it wasn't cause for sorrow that, with infinite worlds, he had not yet conquered a single one.
And yet, by the time he neared thirty, he had conquered the known world.
His reward?
The genuine fear of the gods.
And as gods do when they fear something, they erase it.
Alexander fell.
Then his army.
Then his empire, torn apart by his own generals until it was reduced to petty kingdoms, back to the gods' playthings.
But even when his bones turned to ash and his soul was banished to the Elysian Fields, that fear persisted.
For many years afterward, the gods destroyed every defect they discovered, every being born of divine seed but without divinity itself, terrified of what they represented.
Until one god realized a simple truth: they could use them.
You see, that allure doesn't vanish through generations.
And unlike demigods, who could be hunted by other divine players, defects could not be detected at all.
That's when the gods realized they could control these bloodlines, tug at the faint tether that still bound them to the divine essence within their veins.
From then on, they became the gods' favorite pieces to play with.
History's most cherished families? Nothing more than divine toys.
Demigods became obsolete as the gods focused on expanding their defect bloodlines, focused on breeding them, molding them, using them.
They played and played and played, then, destroyed, destroyed, destroyed.
They cast our world, our power, into chaos for their amusement.
And we, the mutants, the true beings of this earth, were left to gather the scraps.
We are humanity's next step.
We were given gifts that rival those touched by the gods themselves.
And that is what makes us special, Ricky.
That is what makes us unique.
And that is why they have persecuted us, along with all the others.
All this pain, all this suffering, it all traces back to that hateful man you named this cute little gerbil after.
"Alexander the great." Selene said, finally unveiling her hidden disgust for Ricky having named his gerbil after teh very person who had ruined everything in her eyes.
"Why'd you create this f*cking problem?" Ricky said bitterly, shooting a glare toward the tiny culprit.
The gerbil, as if sensing the accusation, shook himself free from the intoxicating spell of Selene's chin scratches and scrambled back, fur bristling.
"I-I didn't!" Alexander sputtered, horrified that he had fallen victim to such humiliation under something as trivial as a scratch.
"Enough, I understand your fool hearty nature but this isn't something to joke about." Selene huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose since the mere subject brought her a great headache.
"It is a serious matter." Selene said in a deadpan tone, her gaze locking with Ricky's, who merely raised an eyebrow.
"I am-"
"Actually, you're right, my bad." Ricky suddenly said, holding up his hands and cutting off Alexander before he could finish.
"I am A-"
"We'll stop f*cking around with the topic of the totally dead Alexander," Ricky chuckled, seemingly appeasing the woman in front of him.
"Thank you-" Selene began, rambling with a pleased smile.
In her mind, Ricky's sudden willingness to respect her words confirmed that what she liked to call her 'treat method' was finally working.
She continued to chatter, unaware that in Ricky's, he had already turned his attention elsewhere.
'What the f*ck are you doing?' Ricky asked, mentally projecting his voice into the gerbil's head as Alexander frowned but continued the conversation within their minds.
'She's staining my honor and glory by crediting my achievements to the gods,' Alexander protested, gesturing toward Selene, who was lost in her own narcissism.
'They may have been helpful, but one doesn't conquer the known world because of their birth, they do it through resolve-'
'That is a f*cking horrible idea.' Ricky cut in, halting the worst thing Alexander could do in this situation after hearing everything Selene had just said.
'Alexander, I get it.' Ricky started, smiling at Selene who was caressing his cheek while he continued within his mind.
'I like talking about who I am all the time too, it's awesome, but we've got an actual advantage here.' Ricky actually thought, surprising Alexander who was a little taken aback at him thinking this through.
'Only Gaea knows outside our circle, and it's not exactly smart to add another conniving woman to the roster,' Ricky added, side-eyeing Alexander, who crossed his furry little paws in defiance.
'Instead, just wait until I add her to my roster-'
'So I should, what? Wait for you to give her your seed-'
'Literally, yes!' Ricky yelled, mentally throwing up his hands, wondering why Alexander couldn't see the big, sexy picture.
'I'm saying it.' Alexander declared flatly, his stubbornness shining through like a damn beacon.
"Don't you f*cking dare-"
"I AM ALEXANDER THE GREAT!" The gerbil roared, his tiny chest puffing out with immortal pride before Ricky could stop him.
However, instead of the uncontained fury Ricky expected, Selene started to laugh.
"Ha~"
At first, it was a soft exhale, a single breathless chuckle, that slipped through her lips like a crack in a dam.
Then came the flood.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Selene's laughter tore upward, shaking through the Stork club as her head tilted back toward the heavens, toward the very gods above who, in her mind, had birthed this absurd irony.
The sound was melodic and unhinged all at once, almost surreal to anyone who had known Selene.
Even Ricky, caught between disbelief and amusement, couldn't help but join in, his laughter overlapping hers to play along.
"You're really Alexander the Great, huh?" Selene said, smiling warmly, genuinely amused by Ricky's tiny pet.
"Yep, he's 'really' Alexander the great." Ricky chuckled, quickly dropping a soundproof dome over Alexander before he could continue.
"Now, let's continue-"
"Why stop the fun? I was just enjoying myself," Selene asked, her smile slowly shifting into curiosity as she watched Ricky silence Alexander.
"I just don't wanna anything to get in the way-"
"I've just told you everything I know about the pieces, and you can't let me have a single moment of fun before lecturing me on divine rules?" Selene said, chuckling as she hadn't laughed that hard in ages, and the sound sparked a slow, wicked anticipation for what she had planned next.
'You owe me.' Alexander bluntly said, squinting his eyes at Ricky.
'Let alone all I've done for you, the atonement for stealing my speech has yet to be paid.'
Ricky's gaze flicked to Selene, and he immediately noticed the lust beginning to glint in her eyes, which only made him actually start to plead.
'Alexander-'
'Nothing can leave this conversation, as you swore on the River Styx.' Alexander stated, his ironclad gaze locking onto Ricky.
'I am owed and I shall not take these insults from anyone, let alone those who you wish to 'bang'.' Alexander added internally, crossing his tiny arms since it was nothing more than a matter of pride, a shield against the humiliation of the moment.
But he would not bend, Alexander just couldn't let it go.
'And you speak as if telling her that you have no idea whether the divine rules will even allow you into her, how you say, pants?' Alexander mentioned, knowing that this would never be the deal breaker.
Ricky frowned, unable to argue, since he knew that the second Selene realized she'd been screwed over, there was no way she would sleep with him that night.
'You're really gonna do this over your f*cking pride-'
"YUP!" Alexander piped up, mimicking Ricky's vocabulary perfectly, making him scowl even harder.
"And then, if you're good, we could-"
"F*ck, fine, tell her." Ricky scoffed, knowing this would probably ruin his chances of dining with Selene that evening, but valuing Alexander as a comrade more than appeasing her.
"I am Alexander the Great, and this is my disciple, Ricky Luciano!" Alexander declared, finally satisfying his need for pride while making amends.
"Ricky, please," Selene said, slowly reaching toward him, a sly smile tugging at her lips, as if to promise a reward should he comply.
But instead of yielding, Ricky merely shrugged.
"Ricky." Selene almost commanded, her eyes narrowing into that same demanding stare she had used before.
"Do not deny my greatness!" Alexander yelled, reprimanding Selen, while Ricky pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
"This is Alexander the Great." Ricky sighed, knowing this would finally settle things with the gerbil he valued as his closest ally.
"...."
At first, Selene utterly refused to believe it, her eyes narrowing and lips pressing into a thin line as if the very idea were an insult to her intelligence.
Selene tilted her head, studying Ricky, searching for the hint of a joke or some trick, but found none.
And the longer she looked, the more the truth sank in.
Slowly, her brow furrowed, nostrils flaring slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched in irritation.
The warmth of her earlier amusement faded, replaced by a sharp, uncomfortable tension that made her features harden.
Ricky's expression was calm, almost smug, but there was a resolve in his eyes that only made her disbelief twist into frustration.
The ugliness of her expression grew with every passing second until her gaze finally flared in a purple color.
"Who are you?" Selene asked slowly, turning her gaze back to the gerbil.
But her eyes were no longer kind or amused, instead, they burned with hatred.
Although little is truly known of Alexander the Great, erased as he was from history by the gods themselves, there was one thing he had always done to set himself apart from others.
"I am Alexander the Great, Conqueror of the Known World, Pharaoh of Egypt, King of Persia, Lord of Asia, Liberator of Cities, Founder of Alexandria, Unifier of Lands, Slayer of Tyrants, Bane of Empires, and Defier of Gods' Decrees!" Alexander declared, introducing himself in the only way he and history knew.
For a long moment, Selene sat in stunned, silent stillness.
Finally, she parted her lips, a sneer of pure disgust curling across her face.
"You call yourself great, but your so-called 'greatness' ruined the world," Selene scowled, her eyes deepening to a darker purple the longer Alexander spoke.
"The world has been ruined by men many times before I cast my glory across it," Alexander scoffed, returning her scowl with one of his own.
"Alexander the Great's very existence skewed the balance that kept the gods' touch at bay, forcing them to closely manage the plaguing demigods," Selene shot back, her voice sharp with accusation.
"And now we have to deal with defects too?" Selene added, laughing in a hollow, bitter tone as she turned her head to the side.
"But no, it's your greatness~" Selene chuckled a little louder, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Your greatness should be admired~" Selene continued, mocking him with every syllable, each word laced with disdain.
"You accuse me of things, but if I were the first of my kind, how would I ever have known my own effects-"
BAM
"It doesn't matter!" Selene yelled, slamming her fist on the table as Alexander didn't even flinch with her bare palm smacking right next to his form.
"It-" Selene huffed, shaking her head slightly before lowering her gaze to his level.
"It is you, isn't it?" Selene suddenly realized, her eyes widening as everything in her mind clicked into place.
"That-....that explains it, everything about you." Selene laughed, turning to Ricky with a look that suggested she had just solved the world's greatest puzzle.
"That's how you came so far, how you escaped that miserable little pond that kept your deplorable self shackled too, it was him." Selene immediately said, crediting Alexander for everything Ricky became.
"Alright, easy there-" Ricky laughed, pumping the brakes on her conclusion as it wasn't entirely Alexander's doing, after all.
"I take full credit." Alexander said shamelessly, raising his nose with a satisfied smirk as his finest work was finally unveiled.
"It is all your fault, for the existence of defects, and now, him." Selene said, her eyes slowly glowing a deep, maddening purple as Alexander's pride radiated in response.
"Uh, I did sh*t too-"
"No, no, she's right. I played a big part in your formation, and I shall stake my claim to this credit," Alexander said, tapping his paw lightly on the table to emphasize the point.
But as Selene gradually fell silent, her eyes began to glow a deeper, more intense violet, the light pulsing like a heartbeat in the dim room.
Shadows stretched and twisted around her, reacting to the raw, simmering energy she was barely containing.
Her breath slowed, faltering, each inhale and exhale becoming deliberate and tense, as if the very air around her resisted her control.
Then, suddenly, her breath stopped.
BOOM
A seismic wave of magical power surged toward Alexander, only to be met instantly by Ricky's protective barrier.
Alexander didn't even flinch at the potentially fatal attack, fully trusting Ricky as the smoke cleared to reveal him standing between them.
But Selene's eyes widened in alarm at something far more unsettling: the tiny green shield around Alexander remained flawless, not a single crack marring its surface.
BAM
The doors of the Stork Club flew open, ebony artifacts finally released from their torture, slamming into Ricky's form just as he donned his black knight apparel.
"What the f*ck is your problem-" Ricky asked, frowning at the sudden assault.
Ricky barely reacted in time as there was no intent toward him, only Alexander, whose defense was only countered by his lightning-fast reaction.
"HE RUINED THE WORLD!" Selene roared, her eyes flashing purple as Ricky's response all but confirmed the tiresome fact.
However, with a breach in the walls now confirmed, though no sound escaped, a pair of eyes slowly opened in the shadows to witness the scene.
"HE RUINED-"
"Aye, you can't ruin a world already in ruins." Ricky said suddenly, cutting off Selene's words with a scoff as he held the bald one in one hand and the shield in the other.
The ebony artifacts were completely silent now, too mentally exhausted to even speak to Ricky after the torment they had endured.
"Like, are you really about to sit there and tell me it's all Alexander's fault-"
"YES!" Selene screamed, her hands erupting with magical power as the two forces, purple and green, clashed violently in the surrounding air.
"Y'know what?" Ricky muttered, scratching his chin lightly with the ebony blade as he nodded to his own thoughts.
"I think I finally get what it means to sit on the other side of unbearable behavior." Ricky said, his tone low and edged with reflection.
"Was it ever enough for you, the conquering, the-" Selene ignored Ricky, turning her gaze to Alexander as he scurried up onto Ricky's shoulder.
"Of course not," Alexander scoffed, crossing his tiny arms with a self-satisfied air.
"That is exactly the problem!" Selene screamed, pointing at the gerbil as if blaming him for everything.
"Oh, please." Ricky and Alexander said in unison, rolling their eyes at each other and shaking their heads.
"Do you mean to tell me you're not filled with ambition?" Alexander continued, voicing the thought they both shared.
"My ambition didn't kill millions of our kind-"
"Yet your ambition has killed tens of millions of mine," Alexander said, presenting himself not as the first defect, but as the first true conqueror of humankind.
"Ricky, come to me." Selene suddenly said, holding out her hand toward the most tempting being she had ever wanted to shackle.
"Join me, join me and our kind within the Hellfire club so that we may rid the world of scum like him-"
"Just everyone relax, this ain't-"
"Choose," Selene interrupted immediately, forcing an ultimatum between them as if ensnaring a metaphorical collar around his neck.
"I will offer myself to you right here and now, but all I ask is that you rid the world of this pest—"
"Alexander," Ricky said without hesitation, letting out a small sigh.
His eyes flickered briefly toward her cleavage, but even that didn't sway his choice as his decision was already made.
"Wha-"
"I mean, you're hot, like, really f*cking hot." Ricky started, biting his lip at Selene and giving a subtle nod.
"And I just wanna-...tear that sh*t up." Ricky laughed, clenching his fists in the air as his mind conjured the image of Selene's stunning, naked body.
SIGH
"Alexander's my guy," Ricky shrugged, knowing this would likely crush his chances at dining with the mutant witch, but he refused to throw his family away.
"Yes, I am the one on his shoulder-"
RIP
The sharp sound of cloth tearing cut through the air.
Ricky's eyes widened, and he slowly sank to his knees, confronted by a sight he could never have expected.
"Sweet baby Jesus~" Ricky whispered, his green eyes reflecting the serene perfection of a mortal body sculpted as if by the gods themselves.
Because there, before his eyes, stood Selene Gallio's actual naked body, every curve and contour designed to tip the scales in her favor.
Every inch of her skin gleamed flawlessly, smooth and unblemished, not a single stray hair in sight, as if polished to perfection while radiating a soft, otherworldly glow.
Ricky's eyes only lightly traced it briefly as they found their way towards her bare breasts.
And even then, it felt impossible to believe with his own eyes.
To see breasts, full D-cups, that should have sagged under their own weight, stand perfectly perky.
They were completely upright and pointed, almost daring him to stare, tempting him to reach out and squeeze, even if just for a moment.
Her nipples, defying what anyone would assume about her dark, gothic elegance, were a soft pink.
A pastel pink to be more exact.
But it was that palette of colors that drew his gaze downwards, guiding him along the curves of her bare, naked flesh, as if leading him like a bridge to explore the forbidden terrain between her thighs.
To her pussy, her two lower lips that seemed to clamp instinctively as if aware of his gaze.
Her slit glistened, catching the light with a flawless sheen, every inch smooth and bare, meticulously maintained so that not a single dark root dared interrupt its perfection.
Her hips swayed with a natural rhythm, even when standing still, it was as if every part of her body was a siren's call and it was beckoning Ricky forward.
"Are you sure?" Selene said, feeling confident in her body as she gestured down towards Ricky.
"I-"
'Why, the fck, am I getting into these stupid situations when I could just take it now? FCK!' Ricky cursed inwardly, dragging a hand down his face before finally pushing himself up, his knees unsteady beneath him.
"Yes, come here and let-" Selene began, her voice sultry and commanding, but she stopped when Ricky rose to his feet only to plant them firmly in place.
"Are you serious?" Selene asked, her tone shifting, a hint of disbelief and insult lacing her words as she watched him slowly shake his head.
"Way to choose your mentor with such affirmation-"
"This is f*cking hard for me, literally and metaphorically, so could you just shut up." Ricky snapped, glaring toward Alexander, who only frowned but eventually gave a slow, knowing nod.
SNAP
"Pathetic." Selene scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain as she snapped her fingers, committing what Ricky could only call the greatest sin, clothing that perfect, naked body before his eyes.
It was like a knife driving straight through Ricky's heart, again and again, as her clothes reformed piece by piece, smothering the divine vision that had just graced him.
"Now, tell me the rules of the divine."
SIGH
"Fine." Ricky sighed, rubbing his face, but no matter how much he tried, his disappointment wouldn't disappear.
"All I know is that as long as you don't interfere with the pieces, you can play the board however you like." Ricky said, repeating Merlyn's words from earlier.
However, instead of responding with some elaborate explanation like Selene expected, Ricky sort of stood there, disappointedly staring at her tits.
For a fleeting moment, Selene's confidence faltered, a faint crease forming between her brows as an unpleasant realization began to surface.
"And?" Selene asked, her voice measured but her patience thinning, gesturing with her hand for him to continue.
But instead of words, all she got was that infuriatingly smug smile creeping up Ricky's face.
"And that's it," Ricky said, finally lowering the metaphorical cards in his hand, revealing that this entire time, he hadn't been holding a royal straight flush at all.
He'd been holding an off-pair two and seven.
"You-"
Selene cut herself off, her lips parting but no sound escaping as she stared blankly at Ricky.
For a heartbeat, maybe several, her mind simply refused to process what had just happened.
She, Selene Gallio, the black queen, the immortal sorceress who had outwitted actual gods and broken known kings, had been played.
Not outmatched by some ancient being of power, but by a mobster standing there with his hands in his pockets and that infuriating green glint in his eyes.
It was an insult so profound it almost felt elegant, that he had managed to twist the board in his favor, using nothing but audacity and ignorance dressed up as strategy.
"Yeah." Ricky sighed, understanding that it was something that was unbelievable but he had actually bluffed Selene into folding first.
"You actually tricked me-....me?" Selene said, her voice sharp, almost as if the word itself were an insult, which made Ricky frown.
"Why is it so surprising, I can be smart-"
"Me?" Selene interrupted, whispering to herself, almost surprised that she let herself fall for it rather than Ricky actually managing to trick her.
"So, are we gonna bang or what?" Ricky said, testing the rough waters of the storm brewing behind Selene's eyes.
"What do you think?" Selene hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut through the air as she turned her hateful gaze on him.
"Damn," Ricky muttered, clicking his tongue before shaking his head with a lazy shrug.
"Well, guess I'm gonna have to go with door number four." Ricky said, rubbing his hands together as he turned toward the showcase still waiting for him.
Stepping out, Ricky breathed in the cool night air just as Selene's trembling hands clenched her hair, her fury rising like a tidal wave.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Selene screamed, her voice echoing through the club as her magic flared and the room began to shatter around her.
Closing the double doors behind him, Ricky shut out Selene's hateful screeches and roars.
SNAP
With a snap of his fingers, a portal spiraled open before him.
Stepping through, he found himself back in the long, dim hallway of the Luciano Manor.
Without breaking stride, he tossed the ebony artifacts onto the floor, along with Alexander, who hit the ground with a dull thud, then promptly kicked them both into the nearby room.
"What are you-"
BAM
Ricky slammed the door in Alexander's face, cutting off any and all complaints.
Annoyance lingered in his expression as his eyes locked onto the closet, where he had left what might soon become his newest toy.
Slowly, with a silent prayer, he turned the handle and opened the door.
Inside stood Lily, completely naked, her glowing red eyes fixed on him as it was revealed that she had been waiting this entire time.
"Nice~"
Author's Note: Didn't mean to totally lie but writing is f*cking hard man. I just can't ever find the right words to speak of the situations in my head and it pisses me off, mb. Also saw your comments and will get to them eventaully.