As promised, here is the new Chapter 1:
Chapter 1 - A Whole New World: show
Blurred vision...that's all I had for the moment; it was my very existence. Nothing made any sense whatsoever. Greens, yellows, blues...the colors were there, yet my mind was off somewhere else.
It took a good ten seconds for the signals from my eyes to reach my brain and be processed correctly. Sluggishly, I managed to stand up even though I was legally blind. I looked around and soon regained enough consciousness to be able to see clearly.
I saw a pathway – which I was standing on – and noticed that it appeared endless in both directions. Along either side of the path was a line of lush trees and bushes; a rural area if I ever saw one. The sky was perfectly blue – not a cloud in sight. It was impossible to know where I was, but I did remember how I got there.
What a plan Jr. had, sending me into some sort of park. The road was clearly man-made, though the foliage was natural – too natural, if that makes any sense. I started to wonder exactly how I couldn't "fit in" to this place. It was a yellow dirt line in the middle of an all-natural forest – not a death trap or torture chamber or an adult convention. Just a simple, everyday park-like area which anyone could go to and enjoy nature.
There was one thing which did stand out: I was alone. A beautifully peaceful place like this with no one in sight to appreciate it? Either the place Jr. sent me to was sparsely populated or it was a protected wildlife reserve, since otherwise, I knew people would just adore the scenery. No forest goes unexplored when it is this appealing – that's how nature-lovers would see it, anyway.
Just when I thought I'd have a lonesome walk to wherever the nearest town was, the bushes to the left side of the path rustled. Observing the bushes was my only real option, given that I had nothing else better to do. After careful examination of the pattern in which the bushes moved, I could easily see that there were at least two creatures in the bushes and not just one.
I assumed they were just some squirrels or other wild animals, or perhaps even Mushroom World creatures. I knew all too well that I could handle creatures from both the Real World and the Mushroom World. Naturally, I wasn't the least bit nervous. I calmly called to whatever the creatures were and stated that I meant them no harm. That statement seemed to go completely unnoticed or possibly just simply ignored, as I soon discovered.
Two beings – the likes of which I had never seen – darted out. They were now two feet from the bushes and five feet from me. Their appearance absolutely astounded me. They both resembled that of a fox, cat, and a little dog all mixed into one.
The one on the left was of a deep black color, with one golden circle on each of its sleek legs and on its head, and a golden stripe around its black tail and ears. Its tail resembled the shape of the brush part of Bowser Jr.'s paintbrush, while its ears were a foot long and slim, longer and slimmer than any ears I'd ever witnessed. Its eyes boasted a crimson-like quality to them, complete with black pupils.
The other creature was a pink color, rather pale and not as defined. It had no markings on it, though I did see a ruby-colored gem on its forehead. It also owned a bizarre tail. Its tail actually split into two tails toward the tip of it, and the two tails were so wispy it was almost as if they were doing the wave. But those eyes...those soul-piercing eyes...such a combination of a lavender background and solid white pupils was utterly terrifying.
I sensed a feeling of anger in them, yet the anger was so human-like that I was captivated. Never before had I encountered creatures with so much human quality to their emotions as this. Still, as with people, if they're angry at you and you don't know why, it is usually best to approach them calmly.
"Hey now," I spoke to them, "I don't mean you any harm. I'm just as confused as you are – probably even more." As I was speaking to the creatures, I saw for the first time what could have been the reason for their contempt toward me: the pink one had a burn mark on its back. I then remembered a condemning memory – the fireball I threw earlier. I threw it to attempt to blow up the "M" portal Bowser Jr. had created, but it got sucked in, with me soon to follow.
Now I knew what happened. The fireball hit the pink creature and I showed up shortly afterward. They probably hid in the bushes when I arrived to see if I was a threat, and I suppose they got their answer when I awoke.
Before I got the chance to alert the creatures to my honest wish for the avoidance of a fight, the black one took on a certain pose. This pose resembled that of a guard dog ready to strike an intruder, and I knew I'd be in for a rough time. I readied myself for whatever awaited me, though I could not have possibly been prepared for the likes of this encounter.
The mouth of the black creature opened, and a sphere of dark purple shadowy...stuff formed; that is how I would have described it, anyhow. It's all I knew that stuff – whatever it was – to be, just a ball of some deep dark violet shadowy substance. There also existed inside the sphere some sort of purple-colored electricity-like energy, though I came to find out that it wasn't electricity at all. Whatever the ball was made of, I knew it didn't exactly look friendly.
The attack formed just outside of the animal's mouth – not from inside its mouth like I would have expected. As the spherical attack was forming, the dark creature started grunting, and it even seemed to be speaking. What it said was unintelligible, though it did sound somewhat like the word "umbrella," which of course made zero sense. I attempted to apologize to the two, though neither of them would hear it. The "umbrella" creature's attack seemed to be finished forming, and so it fired.
In a response purely made of reflexes and my prior training, I managed to dodge the sphere of shadows. I turned and watched as the sphere flew and hit a tree behind me, hitting it so hard as to cause an explosion and create a dent in the tree. I turned back to look at the two apparently powerful creatures. These beings were not to be messed with – of that I was certain.
The pink one growled and said something as well. It resembled the letters "s" and "p" being said back-to-back, leading me to believe what it said to be someone's initials. The initials could have possibly been the initials of, say, the two creatures' master, though even then, saying the name of their master really wouldn't do much of anything.
My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the pink one's eyes glowed a bright light-blue, and the same color outlined itself around me. I found myself unable to move at this point. Whatever that mystical blue power was, it stopped me cold.
I was still able to speak, however, and I told the pink one to stop, that I didn't mean to hurt it, and that if it let me go, I'd be gone before it said another word. Once I spoke, it moved into the same guard dog position which the black one had been in. The aura of blue around me began to hurt. My entire body felt the pain, as if my life force itself was at risk.
I had few options available to choose from. I knew talking wasn't getting me anywhere. I couldn't move, so my combat skills were completely useless. No one was around, so yelling for help would produce nothing. The only option I had left at my disposal was that of my fire abilities, so I started up a fireball.
The blazing red-hot flame engulfed my left hand as it always did, and as always, it didn't hurt. The fireball itself formed outside of the blue energy around me, and whether this was due to it being a surprise or because the pink being was unable to trap it in was unclear. One look at the inferno that was my hand sent fear into both of my evident enemies, yet the fear brought with it the revealing of the black creature's protective side.
I fired the flame with little difficulty at the pink creature, and the black one jumped between us. Its eyes glowed the same shade of blue as the other one's eyes, though instead of attacking me, it created a light-blue shield around itself and its ally. The shield easily blocked the fireball which pathetically dwindled on impact.
I found myself in a rather precarious and humiliating situation. I could do nothing to these strange beings, while they barely ever moved. To make matters worse, the dark one's protective shield went away, followed by a new attack which revealed itself to be forming. Coming from inside its mouth instead of outside, the black being had initiated an attack which started out as another spherical endeavor, yet it did not end as such. Its color was not purple, but was yellow, with horizontal waves of orange periodically rushing along its circumference.
With the blue field of light still rendering me motionless, the attack launched. A massive beam of pure, unrelenting energy struck me, accompanied by a loud echoing blast of sound waves. It was so wide that it hit both my stomach and chest simultaneously, and was so powerful that it broke the bond which the pink one had on me, thereby eliminating the blue glow in its eyes. The beam then sent me straight into the tree which was dented earlier.
Before this event took place, I had experienced my fair share of pummeling, yet this time was different. Words cannot describe my reaction to this new form of an attack. There was nothing I'd ever encountered quite like it.
Still, the resistance to surprise meetings such as this which I had built up during my past training kept me going. I stood right back up after the beam finished firing, an action which seemed to frighten the two. I suppose they weren't expecting survival out of me, as if they'd either under-estimated my human self or over-estimated the darker member of their two-member group.
Without hesitation, I launched another fireball. This time, the dark one was not able to protect itself and its friend with the force field from before. It appeared to me as though the beam it fired was so powerful that it required some time for the creature to build its energy back up enough in order for it to do anything again. The flame darted straight for the black being as I intended. It exploded on impact and certainly did its job of warning my two oppressors of what they were dealing with.
Smoke cleared to reveal the two still standing. The dark one seemed affected but not incapacitated by the fiery response. Seeing the anger still in both of the beings' eyes, I immediately dashed to them to attack more up-close, as that is where my combat skills were best at. Unfortunately, this action was in vain.
The "S.P." animal started up its motion-stopping attack, and so I was once again shut down, coincidentally the same distance from the two that I was when they first appeared. The sleek, black being commenced the same beam of energy again; its yellow-orange spherical shape stayed in place longer than before, as if taunting me. I used another fireball in a desperate attempt at survival, though the pink one used its extraordinary blue attack to surround the flame and then throw it back at that same dented tree. I knew, as impossible as it sounded at the time, that if this beam hit with as much force as before, I might not stay conscious long enough to retaliate. I prayed for a miracle – and got one.
An instantaneous flash of golden-yellow electricity stormed in from my right. It struck the two creatures with such power and thunderous presence that I felt the air momentarily shift its charge to be negative. The hairs on my neck stood up, as if the electricity was an actual bolt of lightning. The S.P. being's hold on me again subsided, and so I turned to face my rescuers.
Running up to me were three people who did not appear much older than me. Running in front of them was a creature which I recognized right away and without difficulty. It was a large yellow mouse with red cheeks, black-tipped ears, brown markings on its back, and a lightning bolt-shaped tail. It was world-renowned in the Real World and all of the Nintendo Worlds as a lovable yet powerful electricity-using creature, known as a Pokémon named Pikachu. The mystery as to where I ended up was now solved: I was sent to the Pokémon World.
The three people all asked if I was okay. I didn't give an answer. To put it jokingly, I was too "shocked" to respond at first, but in all seriousness, it was more than that. I had just been saved by a Nintendo World creature which I never had much interest in. The Pokémon World itself never seemed very appealing to me, though it certainly sparked my interest now that I was both successfully threatened and rescued by it.
The three asked again, with one in particular seeming extra concerned. I turned back to the enemies I'd accidentally made and saw them in the process of retreating back into the bushes from whence they came. Seeing the situation was now safe, I turned back to the three and assured them of my well-being. They walked a little closer and were now less than 10 feet from me. It was at this juncture which I truly saw what...unique...people I'd encountered.
From my point of view, the one who was most concerned about my well-being was the one on the left. He was seemingly around 14 or 15 years of age, though I had a feeling he was a bit older. He wore a mostly red baseball cap with what I later found out to be a blue Pokéball symbol inside of a white background on the front, and his solid black hair spiked horizontally outward from under his hat. His eyes were brown, though his eyes as a whole resembled that of the usual Japanese anime style of eyes. Under both of his eyes were two black, z-shaped markings which I later assumed to be birthmarks, if that's even possible.
He wore a jacket which was blue at the top with short sleeves, but shifted to white at around chest level. His jacket had a yellow zipper, and two black circular markings which curved toward his neck in the blue area, with the lower ring separating the blue from the white. His pants were black jeans, and he wore red shoes with black padding over top of where the toes would be. He also wore gloves. They were red at his wrist, and the rest was black, yet they were fingerless, a style which I didn't remember ever being in style – save for members of a biker gang.
In the middle of the group stood a guy who appeared older than the leftward person. The first thing I noticed was his hair; his hair was bright green in color, almost of the lime-green sort. His hair was dully-spiked in the front, yet normal in both shape and length in the back. He wore a black tuxedo with two yellow buttons, a forest green bow tie, long white sleeves, black pants, and brown shoes. His eyes, like his hair, were green, and unlike the previously-described individual, they weren't shaped like in Japanese anime, but were closer to the shape of Real World people's eyes, such as my own.
Finally, the person on the right was a girl of around the same age as the first. Unlike the other two, who were, like myself, Caucasian, she was medium-dark-skinned. Her hair was easily the craziest style and color of hair which I'd ever seen. It was purple, with enough hair kept in place with her yellow hair barrettes to give Rapunzel a run for her money. Two barrettes above her head caused a good amount of the folicles to shoot diagonally up and to both the left and right, while the rest of her hair went down her back in a sort of pear-like shape. Her bizarre hair ended with another barrette (or perhaps a scrunchie) which bundled the pear-shaped hair and sent it into a smaller yet similarly-shaped amount.
The girl's eyes were brown like the first person, and like the first one, her eyes were anime-styled. She wore a cream-colored shirt with long loose sleeves tipped with pink. A short pink skirt which mostly surrounded her right side followed her shirt, with a large, equally pink bow tied to the left side of her waist. She had on white Capris ending in, on both legs, a band of yellow, and wore pink shoes which were white underneath and had a yellow strap to tighten them.
I didn't know whether to be confused about the three's extravagant outfits or to feel left out, considering my closet of painfully plain clothing back home. Still, the girl's hair struck me as rather laughable, making it hard to sustain my then-serious and shocked posture. I then remembered the fact that the three saved me and used this to hide my humor-struck self.
My first real response to them was my statement of thanks. They all shrugged it off as if it were nothing – something which I probably would have done. They then introduced themselves in such a succinct way that it seemed rehearsed, like they'd done it a hundred times already. The black-haired one was named "Ash," the green-haired one was "Cilan" (pronounced "sigh-lynn"), and the purple-haired one was appropriately named "Iris." It became apparent that their appearance was not the only unique quality they had – their names were out there, with only the girl's name being remotely normal.
Shortly after Iris introduced herself, an odd green creature popped out of her hair. It was about the height of Pikachu, and most of its body was a slightly dark green. The back of its rather large head was forest green, with a shark-like fin of the same color on top. Its eyes were red with a white background, and they were surrounded by the same forest green color as the fin. It had two short arms with three pointed fingers each, and I later discovered it had two short legs with two toes each, along with a small pointed tail.
This sudden popping out startled me, and in my reaction, I said, "Wha...what is...what in the heck is that?"
"Oh," Iris answered. "This is Axew," and she smiled, acting friendly.
"Wait," I said. "Axe...you?" Then I remembered where I seemed to be. "Oh, that must be a...Pokémon, right?"
She smiled even more, though not for the same reason. "Well, yeah. What did you think it was?"
"Well I...umm...you see..."
Cilan spoke up, "You seem rather confused. Are you, lost, maybe?"
"Uhh, ye...yeah, I...am, I think."
"Well," Ash spoke. "Are you?"
"I...yes, I..." I think perhaps that beam of energy was stronger than I originally thought, since I spoke my mind about something which I normally wouldn't. "Is your name really 'Ash?'"
"Well, yeah. Ash Ketchum."
"That name..." I thought aloud and looked down and to the left, placing my left index finger between my nose and lip, and my thumb under my chin. "That...name. I've heard that before..." I thought some more for a moment and then remembered and removed my hand from my face. "Wait, you're...you're Ash Ketchum from...Pal...uhh, Pallet...Town, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
There was a time – before the SBL Tournament but after I'd mastered the fire-throwing ability – when I tried one of the Pokémon video games but couldn't see any appeal in them, and so I tried out the T.V. show known as the Pokémon Anime. Even thatdidn't even slightly intrigue me, and I now decided to keep it to myself. "Never mind that. Umm..." I paused. "Could you all tell me exactly where we are?"
"Why," Cilan answered, "just north of Nuvema Town."
Now I realized Bowser Jr. at least tried to send me to some place less known. He knew I'd recognize a city like Saffron City (thanks to Smash Bros.), though Nuvema Town wouldn't seem the least bit familiar to a non-Pokémon fan. "And...where is that?"
"It's in south-eastern Unova."
Now I was really lost. Even I knew what "region" Saffron City was from, which happened to have the same name as a region in Japan – Kanto. But Unova? That region – if it even was a region – was new to me. "So this...Unova place. That's a Pokémon World...'region,' right?"
They all found it difficult not to laugh at this, though two of them managed to restrain themselves. Iris, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh and say, "You don't know you're in Unova!? What a kid."
Since they saved me, I let that "kid" remark slide. "No, I don't. It's...complicated."
"You're not from around here, are you?" Cilan asked.
"No, I'm not." I felt my strength returning.
Iris was still giggling at my naive self, and so Cilan told her, "Come on Iris. Something might have happened to him."
"Tch, that's the understatement of the day," I said with a half-humored tone.
"What happened?" Ash asked with curious concern.
"It's a rather long story, Ash."
"Well, then..." Iris spoke, attempting to be serious. "Where are you from?"
That question is one of the most fun questions to answer in the Nintendo Worlds – fun because of their residents' reactions. I usually try to be subtle and gradual in my answer, but due to Iris's tickled response, I figured I'd return the favor, and so I succinctly said, "The Real World."
All three simultaneously repeated what I just said, though they shouted it in disbelief. "THE REAL WORLD!!?"
"Yep."
"Oh dear," Cilan said. "You're not supposed...to know about all this..."
The other two and Cilan started acting rather irrational and nervous, since what Cilan said was true – to them anyway. I then assured them, "Hey, woah, take it easy," and put my hands up to show there was no harm done. "I've known about the Nintendo Worlds being real for almost a year and a half. It's all good."
They breathed a sigh of relief. Iris then noticed my matted-up-in-the-front blue T-shirt, and asked, "Wait...did you get hurt by those Pokémon earlier?"
Everything made sense now; those "creatures" that attacked me were Pokémon. I suppose I was still too dazed to think about the creatures long enough to see the connection (it should have been rather obvious after meeting someone with a Pikachu). Seeing Iris's concern and how the other two now looked concerned as well, I assured her that I'd be fine, and that I'd had worse.
After hearing this, Cilan flinched and gasped in random shock. He rushed over to me and asked for my forgiveness; forgiveness for exactly what was unclear. I asked what he meant, and he responded with an explanation:
"I...I can't believe I didn't recognize you before! I've lost my touch, for sure! You...You're Timothy Stevens, correct?"
"Umm...yeah...what's the big deal?"
"Big deal!? You're the Timothy Stevens!"
I thought for a second to attempt to figure out what this guy's problem was, and then it hit me. "Wait, are you talking about the SBL Tournament?"
"Yes, of course! You battled so magnificently through the whole thing; it was unreal how a newcomer could win with such ease!"
"Cilan," I began. "Look. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't that amazing either."
"What...do you mean?"
"I mean that my so-called 'skill' in all those battles only came from training from people who were better than me, by far."
"But...still, you defeated impossible opponents!"
"True, but one of them was one of my trainers. And I don't see it as an incredible victory or anything, it's just..."
"A product of what you were trained to do. You still worked hard for it and you got it done, and done well. They really didn't stand much of a chance."
"Maybe. I...look, Cilan, I...just please drop it. I don't see it like most people do." Memories of past events – one in particular – flooded into me. The pain of past regret started eating away at me, and as usual, I had no option but to try and ignore it. Thankfully, Cilan agreed to let it go for now, so it'd be possible to easily change the subject if needed.
Ash and Iris didn't understand a word of what Cilan and I had discussed. When Ash asked what we were talking about, Cilan wanted to get angry but instead turned to Ash and told him calmly.
"Well Ash, do you remember this past week when you and Iris and I were staying in Nuvema Town? And you two chose to train your Pokémon most of the time instead of relaxing?"
"Yeah, of course I remember."
"Me too," Iris said.
"Well," Cilan continued, "While you were out training, I was in the Pokémon Center watching what you two missed out on – the Smash Bros. Live Tournament. Timothy here was in that tournament, and despite being a 'rookie,' he won it."
"Wait," Iris said, surprised. "YOU were the one who won? That can't be right. I've seen that event before on T.V.; you're too young!"
"Well it's not like there's an age limit," I told her. "And besides, Iris, you're not much older than me from what I can tell."
"Well, I don't...I just can't see it...happening, you know?"
"Yeah I understand. It's not easy to explain how I do what I do, anyway. I just do it." The subject needed to be changed. "Umm, listen, all of you. I'm obviously not from around here, and I'm sure everyone back in the MK is wondering where I am, so..."
"The MK?" Ash repeated, being confused.
"It stands for 'Mushroom Kingdom,' just like 'MW' stands for 'Mushroom World,'" I answered, then continued my thought. "So I was wondering...could you all take me to Nuvema Town? I know pretty much nothing about this place, or this world, for that matter."
"Sure, we'd be glad to," Ash assured me. Both Cilan and Iris swiftly agreed to this.
I began to get the sense that these three people were friendly, perhaps a bit too much, but still. Being from Earth, I never trust anyone this friendly – for various obvious reasons. But these three were different: the exception to the rule of not trusting strangers, the lost practice of selflessness, the ever-impossible philosophy of aiding strangers no matter the cost or means. They were unique, for a different reason than I previously thought. They had good intentions and motives, of that I was sure.
I thanked them for their acceptance of my request. Cilan gestured for the other two and Pikachu to turn around, as the direction to the town was opposite of where they were headed before. "Wait," I said, noticing their motion. "Oh, right, you're coming from Nuvema Town. I...oh, never mind, then, you three keep going your way, I'm sure it's a straight path from here anyway."
"Nonsense," Cilan responded. "We don't mind. Really, we don't."
"Well, okay, but...I owe you all one."
"Nah, you don't owe us anything," Ash said.
"Yeah, it's not like we have some place to be," Iris agreed.
"Well...I..." Then I remembered what my parents used to teach me: If you meet people who seem to feel the need to help you, accept their offer. There's very few people like that anymore. I nodded in response to this memory, and said to the others, "Yeah, okay. Thanks, that'd be a big help."
This event, in and of itself, wasn't normal for me. It had been months since I couldn't handle myself against enemies – whether they were old or new – and it had been just as long since I needed assistance from anyone – let alone complete strangers. In short, it was a truly humbling experience.
Cilan motioned for the other two to turn around again, and I soon joined them. My position was between Cilan and Iris; Ash stayed on the far left.
We began walking. No words were exchanged – not at first, anyway. It didn't take long until words were exchanged, though. After all, the number of questions a Nintendo World resident could have for a Real-Worlder is practically innumerable, and these three didn't strike me as the type to let those questions go unanswered.
The first to be unable to contain his curiosities was Cilan. In every instance when these sorts of situations come up, it seems as though the first question never changes. "What's it like, living in the Real World?" was Cilan's obligatory start.
My common answer to this had become varied after all of the repeated mini-interviews which commenced the same way. It is ironic, given the likelihood for me to have it down-packed by now. There is a simple reason to the variations: it gets old real quick. Adjustments need to be made with the answers I give in order to maintain the humor in the reactions to my responses.
This time, the answer was more honest than it had ever been. "I'm not all that sure how to describe it. I guess maybe it's whatever life would be like without the knowledge of the Nintendo Worlds, and, well, their existence. A life that I don't care to think about anymore."
It's no secret how much more enjoyable the N-worlds were than my own world, a reason as to why I don't reminisce that life. Such a thought was easily understood by the three, and in hearing my answer, Cilan remained silent.
We continued for a good half an hour and nothing ever really came up in conversation form. Occasionally, there would be a discussion over what I'd do for fun in my world, where I'd been in it, who I'd met, and so on. Cilan did seem extra interested in what I'd done in the Mushroom World, a topic which naturally produced the most fruit. It wasn't until this half-hour ended that Ash asked what Pokémon I'd met, and it wasn't until I gave my answer that I glimpsed the three's potent passion for Pokémon.
I told them the simple truth. "I've never personally met any Pokémon until today."
They gasped, all of them – and rightfully so. They lived in a world where Pokémon is in everything. Mario once told me that no Nintendo World markets its own merchandise moreso than the Pokémon World. Their gasping reminded me of this, and I momentarily admired their world's level of capitalism.
The thought crossed my mind to ask what Pokémon attacked me in the first place, but I didn't. The reality of my lack of knowledge of Pokémon kept me from doing so. It's not like knowing what they were called would help me out in the first place.
Ash paraphrased in disbelief what I'd said. "You've never met any Pokémon?"
Cilan gave reasoning as to why that would be so. "Well, Ash, come to think of it, he's not from here, and he doesn't seem to have ever been here." Cilan turned to me. "Isn't that right?"
"That's right. I've never been to this world before."
"Well," Iris inquired, "Why'd you come here?"
"Heh," I answered, being reminded of the reason, "I didn't really come here on purpose."
"Well, how did you get here?" Ash asked.
"It's kind of a long–" I cut off my sentence in light of what I saw. The line of trees along the roadway ended, leaving a vast open area ahead. A small town sat cozily inside the clearing. There were five buildings, three of which were regular two-story houses with blue roofs, one was a large orange-roofed building with multiple windows and a high-tech communications tower to its side, and one building of two stories had a scarlet-red roof with a giant letter "P" which hung in place over the front glass doors; this was the first building one would encounter in this town, and the dirt pathway we walked on led straight to it.
Cilan welcomed the little village with his right arm extending forward and his palm facing upward. He faced me and addressed the name of the town with an insightful tone: "This is Nuvema Town."
Statistics: Posted by Goombario64 — Wed Jul 16, 2014 6:51 am