Through the eyes of another...

Upon reading the thread with loose ideas some time ago, I was interested by JohnFN's post in it. Creating a story with only a single sentence, or perhaps a single word was interesting. Especially his: "A guy who could change the world by just walking", and I started to think more and more about it, since I remained confident that I could pull something out of it.
But then again, I also have more important things on my mind, so it was only on a low priority.

Especially interesting for myself, as I usually base stories on other things. Usually they are memories of myself, or other people I know. If it are not memories, then it is mostly situations.
But even though I usually never write like this, I'll be giving everything I got in this one.

Would anyone rate this part, feel free to do so, but do remember that it is an introduction. There is no- to very little character development in an introduction.

I am inspired by the following three things:
1. JohnFN's sentence, "A guy who could change the world just by walking".
2. The anime series 'Monster'.
3. A few words from the Netherlands' most popular Radio DJ. (For those who know him, Edwin Evers of Radio538)
Would you look back to the three things that inspired me, you'd come to the conclusion that they'd all fall back on the same sentence JohnFN gave. The anime series Monster could (somewhat, in very simple terms) be described with JohnFN's sentence and Evers is the no.1 for a reason, though in his case, it's talking, not walking.
Would there be a fourth reason, then it are probably my friends.

Before I start, I would like to say a few things above anything else:
1. Don't be fooled by the start of it. I have a standard way of starting most stories.
2. The story starts out in the Netherlands (or Holland, whichever you prefer), partly because I know most out of that country than any other to start out.
3. Most characters are based on people I know; not all of them.
4. I am intentionally using certain names that are mostly used in the same nation. Gert-Jan or Jan-Peter (or anything similar) is a name that you'd see from time to time in the Netherlands but rarely- or never outside the Netherlands.
5. Would (not for certain) I use the term "football", then I am referring to the European football (soccer) and not the American one. Since one of the characters is based on myself, I would benefit in using it.

"Nervous?" the blonde haired boy asked his friend who sat next to him. Even though the boy looked straight at him, it was easy to see that he was definitely nervous, just as everyone in the large classroom. Without hesitation, it is easy to say that there should come about eighty people to the classroom, about equally split between the two sexes, but everyone knew that a lot of them wouldn't show up. But would someone pay attention to the duo near the front of the classroom then they would see no difference with them selves.
"Aren't we all, Kyle?" I answered Kyle as I looked at him. But perhaps looking at him wasn't the best thing I could do. Kyle looked far more pale than usual and the look in his face was giving me the expression that he was ready to cry at any moment from here. Kyle was already somewhat more pale than other people because he is so thin. But not only that, but Kyle also looked about five years younger than he actually is. Kyle is only two years younger than I am, making him seventeen, but he still looked like a kid of twelve. "Don't worry, Kyle" I quickly said as I started to worry a bit too. It was not just Kyle's appearance that made him look young, but it was also his personality. It was not the first time he would act like a too young kid. It wasn't just Kyle either who looked this pale; there were a lot more.
"What are you talking about, Edwin?! How can you be calm?!" Kyle shouted at me while his face was getting some color again. Though people would usually be looked at it when someone started shouting, no one even reacted in the large room this time. Everyone was too nervous to even react to other people they don't know, some people were just shaking in their chairs, shaking hard enough to make it noticeable. "Don't you know that you can be placed in a group with people you don't know?!" Kyle shouted at me again as his color in his face started to fade again, to give a pale face in return; a face of fear and stress. It was clear that Kyle was far more worried than I was and saw the situation as something that was life threatening to him.
As I look throughout the huge classroom, I saw a rough fifty people sitting in the room, all of them looking worried; there was no one of them, who looked calm and relaxed, I was no exception. Even though I thought I was calm and relaxed, my appearance was a lot different. I was not as pale as other people, but I certainly looked troubled. There were thirty less than were on the list that were expected. The officials even expected more than this.
"...but perhaps we'll come in a group with friends" I answered to Kyle with. Spending five months with people you don't know is harder than spending five months with friends, even though you are not being placed in groups for fun.
As second year students of previous' high school's best students in a certain class, we were gathered to form a small group of people to go into different nations. To say it in short, we'll get tests and be placed in a group of random people in a random nation. We get a hotel room and a random school project to finish, and we will be picked up five months from then. The nation to be placed in is randomly chosen but your language skills will be tested above anything else. That's why we are here for.
"Even if we would get in a group with friends, would you like it to be in a nation you can barely speak the langua-..." before he could finish his sentence, I already started talking.
"No, that's not something I would like. But try and look at it from the good side. Even if you would come in a group with people you don't know, it can be a good thing. You get to know people" I blurted out as fast as I could. If I could get Kyle calm, then I would probably get more calmer myself. Kyle thinks like a five year old kid and is easily convinced in terms like that, but he sometimes thinks too much of the same subject and forgets other things that has to do with it. In this case, learning to know more people.
"Edwin!" I could suddenly hear someone call my name, I stood up instantly and looked around who called me. It only took a moment until I saw Wesley and Vincent, two of my friends. They were standing only a few seats away from me and apparently were pretty happy to see me... usually it was backwards. They walked towards the table in front of us without delay after seeing us.
Kyle's face looked delighted as he saw Wesley and Vincent sitting right in front of us. They were people we knew, and liked and I would be very happy would I be placed in a group with at least one of them; but so would Kyle, and other people as well. "Hey", I answered to Wesley as he sat down. "You guys nervous too?" I asked without really thinking about it. I knew that the question was useless and I already knew the answer. There was no one here who was actually calm.
"Vincent is, I'm less nervous than I thought" the brown haired Wesley answered as he turned around towards me. It was to be expected that everyone would dress them selves in the way they would like it the most - and a photo would be taken - though Vincent seemed to have overdone it a bit. By wearing a blue-greenish cap with 'king' written on it with blood-red letters and a yellow coat was really asking for attention; but hey, that's Vincent. In opposite to Vincent, Kyle and Wesley looked quite normal, they were wearing the usual clothes as if nothing special was going to happen. Just a pair of jeans and by coincidence both a black coat, since it was closed, it was hard to see what they wore beneath it.
"You really don't care about the photo, do you?" Wesley asked me as he made a laughing gesture while pointing at my hair, pointing out that I didn't bother to really cut it or anything else. In opposite of the black haired Vincent, Kyle and Wesley, I was the only one with long hair what was actually really remarkable. My hair nearly reached my chin, so I usually pushed it to the sides.
"Do I ever?" I replied with as I heard the classroom door open again. Because of that, I could not even finish more of my sentence. For some reason, the classroom became more quiet every minute and it only took a moment until the four of us actually noticed what was going on.

A tall man, definitely two meters and perhaps larger than that stood in front of the classroom all of a sudden. By looking at his old fashioned hair cut and his too neat suit, it was clear that he was a teacher and not a student. It only took a minute until two other teachers entered the classroom. In opposite of the tall man, we did recognize the other two. The tall man was someone we never saw before and would actually prefer to keep it that way. The man is really outdated and really didn't know what to wear. Even though he wore a neat costume, the colors were outdated and it was no sight to see him like that. His hair was shining and nice round glasses were the only confirmation we were in need of to understand what kind of a man he actually is. Luckily, the other two teachers were different.
One of them is mr. Gert-Jan Janssen, both a teacher of gym (P.E.) class but also replaced Hoogstrate, the teacher of history from time to time. Mr. Janssen, or Gert-Jan how he preferred to be called is one of the most popular teachers of the school, partly because he ignores most school rules. It's not the first time the man got into trouble with the officials of the school. But hey, could students ask for more? With his fit body, his short brown hair and usually dressed in a training outfit, he became even more popular among the girls. Even though Gert-Jan already passed the fourty, he doesn't has any wrinkle at all and really went with the flow. The nose piercing he had was another sign that he was not really planning of giving in to his old age.
The other one was mrs. Irma de Vries, teacher of maths, and only maths. Mrs. de Vries, who'd preferred to be called, mrs. de Vries is by far not as popular as Gert-Jan because she is extremely strict; exactly the opposite of Gert-Jan. She still believes in the old rules to keep the students quiet, something that didn't work anymore since about twenty years ago. De Vries is very popular among staff members but the exact opposite among the students. She didn't go with the time at all either, also in opposite of Gert-Jan. Gert-Jan who preferred training outfits or just a sportive jeans and a nice sweat-shirt, mrs. de Vries seemed to wear long skirts and a too-neat sweater. The clothes that were in fashion about twenty years ago. But who can blame her, mrs. de Vries already passed the sixty and is waiting on her retirement. It was easy to see that she was old by her grey hair and massive amounts of wrinkles.
So we had a maths teacher and a gymnastics teacher out here, then the tall man must have a specialty in languages. The tests that would come could also be considered small exams since they would definitely would be on the same level, if not higher. Exams would decide if you could graduate, but this is made for something completely different. This is based on survival outside the Netherlands.
"Good mornin' ya' all!" Gert-Jan suddenly shouted out as he raised his hands and started to clap while having a huge smile on his face. "You ain't be nervous, are ya'?" Gert-Jan Janssen quickly added to it as he started to laugh. Gert-Jan was without a doubt, not here to provide us with information or whatsoever, but he was here to get rid of heavy mood and trying to get everyone calm. After hearing what Gert-Jan said, several people started to smile a bit. No one of us even noticed that mrs. de Vries also greeted us, we were still too nervous, and the three teachers saw that very clearly. Most of us were convinced that Gert-Jan's only reason to come along was to lift the heavy mood.
But before anyone could even say anything in class, the tallest man stepped on a platform that was lifted a little in the sky to make him look even taller than he already was. Like we all expected, he would introduce himself.

"Good morning students", the man mentioned throughout the microphone. Everything has been prepared to let everything go according to plan. Even the two other teachers, Gert-Jan and mrs. de Vries looked confident in what they were doing even though Gert-Jan Janssen always looked confident. Unfortunately, it was very easy to see that the tall man was exactly the same as mrs. de Vries and waited for a public response, which he didn't get. He probably expected to be greeted as well, but everyone just looked at each other and most people remained quiet. He clearly was annoyed by the situation as he bit his lip and his teeth were visible for a fraction of a second.
"There will be a few of you who know me", he started his speech with as he tried to straighten up his suit and pushed his glasses up. He looked more like he was trying to impress someone to go out with him than that he had to explain something. "For those who don't know who I am..." the man continued his sentence as he turned around started to write on the big blackboard that was located behind him.
W - o - u - t - e - r
'Wouter' was writen on the blackboard.
"'Wouter van den Eede' is my name", he mentioned throughout the microphone with a confident face. "Remember it". It was clear that barely anyone knew him as most people in the room looked confused or were too nervous to even pay attention to what the man was saying.
"Wouter van den Eede, you heard of him?" Wesley whispered a bit too loud to Vincent. Loud enough to let Kyle and me hear him. Wesley was looking at Vincent with a surprised face as he heard that Vincent apparently knew the man.
"I read in the newspaper of some time ago that a man named 'Wouter van den Eede' had the highest score of a Dutch man for different languages" Vincent explained as he kept looking at the three teachers in front of the huge room.
"So... he'll be our language teacher" I softly spoke as I started looking at the tall man as well. We all knew that we would get a big test to gain permission to study outside the country but above anything else, we could only do that if we scored high on these tests. Without a doubt, they would be harder than the usual and only the people who already score higher than the average in at least one class, would be able to do this. As for me, I always scored high during English class while Kyle always scored high during German class; Kyle and I kept each other in balance since he was bad in English and I was bad in maths.
"I will be your language teacher for today" the man named Wouter explained as he asked the two other teachers, Gert-Jan and mrs. de Vries to give the students some paper to write on. "I am not your average teacher you have on this school, and I will immediately come to the point" Wouter explained as he started to write something on the blackboard again. In the meantime, he kept explaining that he was also the contact person of the assignment. When the students are sent to other nations, it is of high importance that at the very least, he would be contacted with how it is going or when any help is necessary.

"Mr. van den Eede" a student called as he stood up, taking the attention of the entire room. Making about fifty people turn their head towards the student.
"Gérard Staas" I softly whispered to myself as I saw him. Gérard was a classmate of mine during my first year in high school and in appearance he changed very little. He was your typical nerd type, short, thin, fat-glasses and a too-neat costume. In opposite of myself, Gérard always scored remarkable high during most classes, he only seemed exceptional weak in gymnastics, like most of his kind. It was to be expected that he would be chosen for something like this as well. Teachers were always happy with him, a very eager student that has a little absence rate and always scored high: the ideal student.
"Edwin, isn't that Géra-..." Kyle asked, but was already interrupted by me. I quickly placed my finger in front of my lips, gesturing that he should be quiet and just listen to what the guy has to say.
"Yes, you in the back", Wouter answered as he turned around and looked at the short Gérard. The tall man didn't look very happy being interrupted by a student while he was explaining something, and Gérard easily saw that even though there was quite a distance between him, and the teacher.
"I-I would like to know minimum score to pass of these tests" Gérard spoke up while he got a piece of paper from mrs. de Vries in the mean time.
The moment Gérard started talking, Vincent pinched his nose and started to talk fakely, trying to imitate the nerdish Gérard Staas. It's as if Gérard walked right out of a comic book for young children. The perfect example of a nerd and the teachers' favorite student. I could only sigh with a smile on my face after seeing Vincent's poor imitation. He did seem to lift the heavy mood of us, and some people around us who happened to be looking at Vincent.
"Yes, of course" Wouter quickly spoke up after hearing the question of Gérard. "For graduation, you are in need of a certain amount of points. This is not different from graduation by exams" the man explained. Quickly adding to it that everyone would get a different test and it is impossible to study for any of them. The only way to have an advantage was to study the few weeks before the tests, but the problem remained that you didn't know what to learn. You would be placed in a nation somewhere in the world for five months, even if you can't speak the language. You could've studied English, German and French, but you might as well be placed in Sweden. He also said that they would exist out of, maths, three random languages and everyone would be spoken to personally as a final test. "In conclusion, it would be possible to score 50 points in total. You are permitted to score 39 points at the minimum." Wouter explained. He also added to it that you will be placed in a nation where they would speak one of the three languages you would get on your test.
"So, we have to score three 8's, one 10 and one 5 in total" I whispered to the three guys. As result of saying that, all four of us and apparently, also most other people in the room, started to get pale. You would have to score a perfect score on one of them and three nearly perfect scores. I'm not even confident enough to score a perfect score on English, not to mention an 8 for other possible classes.
"Edwin, Wesley, did you guys study anything?" Vincent asked as he looked backwards to me. Five weeks before we would get these tests - today - we got a free load of several books with different languages. All books were filled with basic words and were rather easy to learn, though it were many... too many.
"Yeah, I took a peek at Danish, Finnish and Polish. What about you, Ed?" Wesley spoke up as he tried to remember some things. Wesley was just like me, exceptional good in English and in opposite of me, quite decent in maths. He was also, without hesitation, far better than me in German. Just looking at them would probably not be enough to go through, but they are taking it for granted that you would know it, or not know it. A 'live or die' situation.
"Any more questions?" Wouter asked as he looked around in the classroom, seeing someone standing up again. All faces were automaticly directed to the girl who stood up, though this time, I didn't know the person well. She was the complete opposite of Gérard who spoke up before her. We all could remember her from in front of the school, in conclusion, someone we disliked because of her too outgoingness. Her long black hair was nearly covering her eyes and an overdosis of make-up really didn't make her look good. She was quite fat as well.
"How many people passed the tests last year, and how many schools are attending to this?" the girl asked, a question that interested people. A lot of people starting mumbeling and it quickly became noisy throughout the hall, but it was easy to hear that the microphone was a lot louder than the people who were talking. When Wouter started to use the microphone, most people were quickly quiet again.
"Excellent question, young lady. Last year, exactly twentysix people passed the tests of this school" Wouter carefully explained. He also added to it that four of them backed out of it at the last moment and one of them just didn't show up. Luckily, he also explained that there were about fourty schools working on this project. "The tests are of the basic level and a perfect score wouldn't be strange. It is just to see theoretical if you are ready to survive in an unknown country" the man explained the moment I got one of the papers. I found it funny to see that on the top right corner of the paper was written "the best of luck".
Before Wouter could even ask if there were any other questions, someone else stood up as well and the attention of the entire room gone to the person who stood up. My eyes could only grow bigger when I saw who stood up
"Jaap Joosten" I softly muttered as I looked at the student. I knew Jaap from my third year in high school. I met him when he was fighting a friend of mine in the hallway and Jaap looked to have the upper hand. I pulled them out of each other, but apparently, Jaap switched targets and wanted to punch me. It was funny to see him missing me constantly, even though he punched quite hard. With my length, weight and sight, I could easily dodge all his punches without too much effort. It was a humiliation for him, and since then, I never really see him fight anyone in public anymore.
"According to the paper, we will not just be placed in the nation, but we also get an assignment. What kind of assignment can we expect?" Jaap spoke up. I could only slap my head after hearing the question. Wasn't that clear? You could expect assignments that will force you to explore the area of the nation.
"Good question, my boy. The assignments will exists mostly out of explorations of the nation you will be placed in. Though they will also be based on your own experience there. Would you sit at home all day long after finishing your assignments, then you may expect a small penalty to your score" the man explained with a grin on his face. It was clear to us that we had to spend time in that country to explore and just note our findings. Not too special, nothing too great either.
The moment Jaap sat down, another student stood up, waiting for permission to speak. The permission was quickly given with a quick 'yes' from Wouter who clearly was impatient of continueing to the tests as both teachers already came back to the platform, showing that everyone has a paper. This time, less people paid attention to who stood up, and I didn't know the guy either.
"Sveiki, aÅ¡ - Kees Timmer. Mano klausimas: Kaip pavyks kontaktas su kitais žmonėmis ir mokykla?" Kees Timmer, as he was called said. Many people looked around, not understanding what he said. There was hardly anyone who understood the language he spoke in, but those who did, were laughing about the people who didn't understand it.
"How the contact is? The contact will be done by telephone and letters. Email is also an option, but it will be used as little as possible because of several reasons" Wouter explained as he looked at the student with a broad smile. Wouter apparently had no trouble at all understanding what the student just said, in opposite of all other students. Most students clapped after hearing Kees Timmer, as he was called, say something like that and Wouter's quick reaction to it. Ignoring the fact that hardly anyone understood what he said and heard it as a second language.
"If there are no more questions, shall we start?" Wouter spoke up as he saw that everyone was still sitting down and no one made even the start of a movement. I don't know if it was because everyone was nervous or because no one had any questions any more, but everyone knew that it would come to this eventually. We had to make the tests and we had to have "the best of luck" available. Kyle, Vincent and Wesley only remained quiet as they waited for the question paper. I could only close my eyes and wait for it.

I could hear a buzzer going off when I opened my eyes, and I saw everyone looking at the question paper in front of them. Some of them looked hopeless and some of them looked confident. When I look at Vincent I could only see him place his hand against his forehead and started to write something on the paper, as if he didn't have an idea what he had to write. Wesley looked somewhat more confident, but eventually dropped out of the race as well as he started to look a bit pale. Kyle looked quite confident as he was racing throughout the questions to see what languages he would get. Unfortunately for him, his face completely became blank when he saw the languages. I could see that there was written "Germany" and "Sweden", unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, I could not see the third one.
When I turned around my paper to see what I would get, I was surprised to see 'English' the first on the list and 'German' as the second one. I could get a perfect score on English and score quite decent on German, but what would be the third? I was nearly pissing my pants as I was thinking about the third possible option. I've seen the names of nations above the paper of "Germany" and "England", what would the third be? A language I couldn't even pronounce? Cyprus perhaps? But before I could even think of what it would be, I gathered all my courage and turned around the paper, to see what was written on it.
I quickly turned the page and looked carefully what kind of nation would be written on the top of it. The moment I was turning it, I could already read "sia" and read "Russia" the moment I flipped the pages. With pure coincidence, I have been studying that for the last four months because of a friend out of Russia. I knew a lot more than just the basics! I quickly started on it with a confident face.

I can't remember what happened during the tests, but before I knew it, I was sitting on a bench in a nearby park. I had a feeling of satisfactory in my mind and I felt like I had an excellent day to make them. In opposite of Kyle, who was sitting next to me, with a face full with worries. Because it were only basic questions, it would be easy to check them, but because of the big amount, it would not be announced until tomorrow. Some people - like me - could relax with that, but others were even more nervous and stressed than before.
"How did it go, Edwin?" I could suddenly hear someone say. When I looked up, I saw Maaike Marijse, an old classmate of mine. During the time I was sharing the class with Gérard as well. Maaike was a tomboyish girl I knew since I was in elementary school. Because of her (too) short blonde hairs and tomboyish behavior, she was never really liked by other boys of her age and because we used to hang out when we were kids, we were just spending some time now as well. We both knew that we had no intimate feelings for each other and would like to keep it that way; just being friends was good enough.
"Pretty good... and as for you?" I asked as I looked her straight into her brown eyes. Because we were in seperate classes and also in seperate buildings we don't speak to each other much. From time to time, we visit each other, but that's about it. We lost most of our contact when we graduated from high school; I guess that was partly because we started to get more busier.
"The opposite of you, Eddy, I messed it up" Maaike told me as she looked a bit disappointed. "I would've liked it when I could visit one of the three nations I had to do. I didn't study at all for all three of them" she softly mentions. She was clearly disappointed that she couldn't make it through and that she had to look this pained.
"Look at it from the bright side, Maaike" I quickly said, hoping to get her back to her old self. "Now you can say for sure that you're not in a group with people you don't know" I said. I was afraid that I would get in a group of people I wouldn't know any. It was for certain that a group would exist out of four people and three groups will be sent to the same nation. In total, twelve people in one nation. Two rooms for one group will be hired in a hotel, so two people in one room. The four people who you will share the group with are randomly chosen, as long as they speak the language.
"I guess you're right, Edwin" Maaike said, still disappointed. "But what will you do when you're in a group of people you don't know?" Maaike quickly asked me right after her disappointed question.
"Scream. Scream like I'd never screamed before" I answered instantly after hearing her question. A small laugh appeared on all our faces. On the face of the brink of crying- Kyle, the disappointed Maaike and the one of myself. But in reality, I wouldn't know what I would do when I would be placed in a group with people I don't know. Learning to know people is hard enough as it is, in my opinion. "But Maaike, if you manage to get in, in what kind of country would you be placed?" I asked, in the hope to hear either Germany, England or Russia. At least, I have something to look forward to if I pass the tests.
"The choices would be between England, Greece or Portugal" Maaike slowly and softly mentioned. It was more like whispering than soft talking though. But England, Greece and Portugal, only England matches mine.
"Oh, perhaps we'll see each other more then" Kyle suddenly spoke up. He clearly pointed out that one of his choices was Portugal as well. Even though he messed it up just as bad as Maaike, if they'd manage to get through, then they both would be in heaven.
"Congratulations, Kyle. If you manage to pass it, you could be in the same group as Maaike" I sarcastically blurted out. Not that I really would care where Maaike and Kyle would be located, as long as I would be able to be with some people I would know with Wesley and Vincent on the no.1 place. If we could stay those few months together, it would just be great.
"Edwin, do you have the letter of what will happen when you pass the test?" Kyle asked me as he looked at me with a more eager face than before. The disappointment and fear was now completely gone and happiness and joy came for in the place.


That's it for now...

Long too Readn't did.

But I have 2 questions for you, before I read this:

1) Is your avatar from some sort of hentai? Because it's freakin' me out. In a bad way.

2) Is this story very emotional?

It's an introduction. Naturally it's long.

1. It's from a game. The character in my picture was just surprised by hearing the word "join the club". Nothing too special about it.
Such things should also be asked by PM, not in a thread.
2. Uh... no, not really. But it would be better to let other people judge. Would you read it, you'd know.

This is really, really REALLY long. But I liked it which is the main thing. Is this going to be used for a campaign (mabey attending wizadry school, going on assignments, etc.) or is it to prove a point which I didn't understand at all?

Are you really thinking that everything would be based on Warcraft, or the modding of Warcraft? If so, then you're very wrong.
This is not even in the world of Warcraft, nor anything close. This is based on real life with nothing in it, which is not possible out here at this very moment.

And stop complaining about that it's long. It's not all that long, I usually write a lot longer, but football was on TV, so I wanted to watch that first.

BAHH that was long. I guess it's a blessing that football was on because otherwise I couldn't have finished that :P


I can't see where it's going, how is my idea going to factor in? Heh, I guess I'll have to wait. But I feel honored for my idea being used though ;)

I'm still busy with the next part, but in that part the main point won't be revealed probably. My greatest weakness in stories is an introduction. I always have a lot of trouble to start the story, so I usually am quite standard. Would you compare all my stories with each other, you'd come to the conclusion that they all start in somewhat the same way.

The ending of the first part was abrupt and I was trying to end it the way I usually end a part, but I was in a hurry.
I'd wonder if the forum members can guess on who several characters are based on :P Since I already introduced myself in it :P

I'm gonna continue...

My eyes! Their burning! :P

Sorry, Fladian, but I would read it, instead just skipping the whole thing if you use the paragraph rule:

You must you make a new paragraph after a reply when someone talks after another. :P

Would you look more carefully, you'd see that I made a new paragraph every time someone else started to talk and for more multiple reasons. I am just a bit too fond on explaining the details of the enviorment.

Will read and comment later on