Yokohoma General Hospital "SAO Wing", Tokyo, December 23, 2022

Several months had passed since the incident, and all of Japan was on edge. Several months had passed since the genius developer and inventor Kayaba Akihiko had trapped 10,000 unwilling players within the digital confines of the NerveGear.

Everybody was in a panic, and following the deaths of countless men and women, action had to be taken eventually. This was where the Speedwagon Foundation stepped in.

Mere weeks following the incident, Joseph Joestar himself had opted to relocate the surviving players out of their homes and into medical facilities where they could be taken care of and kept in check while they worked to escape the game.

Today, the air throughout the hallways was absolutely still, with only the shuffling of footsteps interrupting the noise. Workers and nurses paced to and fro, down and up the hallways, entering and exiting rooms at rapid paces and tending to their patient's needs.

The patients filled the rooms, each silently resting in beds, hooked up to IV tubes, feeding them nutrients as they laid unresponsively. Friends and family members occasionally could be seen next to certain players, weeping over them or leaving flowers at their bedsides. However, in one room, no such thing was done between the two men in the room.

The air-conditioned room was quiet and the air was still, rather odd considering the presence of both men in the room.

One was an old man dressed in a beige trench coat. His figure was rather large, toned, and well-built for a man his age, contrasting his wrinkled face and grayed, spiky hair. One of his hands was concealed by a white glove, locking fingers with his other hand as he stared off onto space disconsolately.

The other laid silently in the bed in front of the old man. His young face was still and his expression neutral. His eyes were closed in a slumber yet sweat rolled down his body as he breathed. Indigo-violet hair peered from under the NerveGear headset that covered his eyes and his muscular body strained with every breath he took.

The elder man continued to watch over his son, his ears ringing with the beeps of the heart monitor when he felt a vibration within his pants pocket. Pulling out his phone, he tapped the screen and held the device against his ear.

"Joseph Joestar here. Who's callin'?" The man gruffly said into the phone, his distress leaking through his voice.

"Yo Gramps, it's Jotaro." Joseph heard the caller reply with a deep, yet slightly tired voice.

Joseph let out a sigh of relief when he heard Jotaro's voice. "Oh, thank God. Any luck?"

Joseph anxiously waited for Jotaro's answer. He had sent him to find any leads on Kayaba Akihiko, the man responsible for this madness, only for months of frivolous searching to bear no results. The man had covered his tracks perfectly, and any traces of information regarding his whereabouts or residences were completely erased.

Using Joseph's Hermit Purple, they had managed to find some leads through witnesses, but even that was not enough. This made Joseph question whether a Stand was at work or not, and if that were the case, then this search would become far more difficult.

"No… Sorry, Gramps. Try using Hermit again. Maybe we'll find something this time." Jotaro replied, much to the frustration of the elderly man.

"Dammit..." Joseph cursed under his breath as he summoned his energy to bring forth his Stand.

Sprouting from the man's hand was a tangle of purple, thorny vines, humming with crackling energy. This was Hermit Purple, Joseph's Stand. Pushing his palm outwards, the vines lashed out into the television monitor in front of Josuke's bed.

Latching onto the screen, the vines began to vibrate with a muted hum, as the television sparked to life, static images filling the screen. Joseph waited in anticipation as his eyes stared intensely at the screen, waiting for a clue.

The static then cleared, revealing nothing but a single image of what appeared to be a small baby. Joseph sighed under his breath. This image was the only thing Hermit would bring up, yet there was nothing Joseph or the Speedwagon Foundation could do to decipher the vague divination.

Joseph groaned as he withdrew Hermit Purple, the vines retreating back into his hand and fading from sight. As he turned to stare at his son's comatose face, Jotaro spoke up again. "Yo, Gramps. How about I come back and use Star Platinum to get Josuke out? It may just work."

Joseph stopped for a minute to ponder his reply, before sighing. "No, Jotaro. Over 8,000 people are trapped in SAO, and I feel that we won't have the time to get them all out. They'll need all the help they need, and I think that Josuke can provide more than enough with his Stand. Looks like he takes after you."

With this, the man on the other side of the phoned faintly snickered for a second, but spoke up again. "Heh. So what're you gonna do, Gramps?"

Joseph paused for a minute, and gave his reply with a serious expression. "I'll do everything I can to keep these people alive and breathing. Keep looking, Jotaro. Kayaba must answer for his actions."

"Good. Then I get to bash his face in with Star Platinum when I find his sorry ass." Jotaro growled over the phone before hanging up, leaving Joseph to think to himself while watching over Josuke again.

Weapon Showcase:

Lv. 10 One-Handed Sword: Anneal Blade – This humble sword has seen many battles and slain many foes, and now it answers to the call of the warrior who takes it up next.

Special: Horizontal Sword Skills deal 30% more damage

Enhancement: +10

Damage: 250 (A)

Speed: 200 (B)

Durability: 275 (B)

Range: 1m (C)

Precision: 85% (A)

Rank: Quest Reward (A)

Selling Price: 8,000 Col

Owner: Kirito

Aincrad, Sword Art Online (Lv. 6, Amazonia) December 23, 2022

Level 7 of Aincrad was vastly different from the grassy fields of Level 1, as Josuke thought to himself, treading through the muddy soils of the swamp.

The entire floor was damp and humid, covered entirely by a massive mangrove forest. Wetlands scattered the area as heavy rain continuously poured down from above.

Players all over the floor were either taking shelter from the rain by huddling together in shelters, caves or towns or taking the opportunity to hunt for mobs while the riff-raff were still away.

During rainstorms, slip hazards could be a huge problem when fighting against monsters and animals, not to mention the instability of the muddy terrain of the swamp, threatening to swallow players whole within the waters and leaving them to sink and suffocate or to be handed on a platter to the beasts of the wetlands.

Two players in particular had no issue in the rain, trudging through the marsh in an attempt to find the nearest town. Kirito gripped his sword in hand, hacking away at stray branches, causing them to shatter into crystals the moment they hit the mud.

Josuke on the other hand, trailed behind, raising his hands over his head in a fruitless attempt to shield his hairdo from the monsoon shower. Growling as the cool water peppered down on his head, he waved an arm in front of him to swat away a branch, only for it to snap back into place, hitting the muscular teen in the face.

"Ghh!"

Josuke fell over with his back hitting the mud, causing his black-haired friend to look back and run back towards Josuke to check up on him.

"Hey... you alright?" Kirito asked, noticing the scar on his face, glowing and ripped into his avatar.

"Yeah... nothing I can't handle." Josuke answered, getting up and wiping himself off, smacking away at his coat in an attempt to get the mud off of his clothes.

The pair continued on their way and Kirito turned to face his friend, looking at the scar on his face. "Hey, you gonna heal that up or not?"

Josuke raised an eyebrow before glancing at his health bar, stroking his scar. But then he shook his head and continued walking with his hands in his pockets. "No. Crazy Diamond can't heal my own wounds. Besides, it's only a scratch."

With this, Kirito scoffed and opened the pouch on his belt to pull out a small health potion. "Here, take this. Better to be safe than sorry. Never know when you need it."

Tossing the small vial to Josuke, the taller teen easily caught it and put it in his own pouch for safekeeping, trailing behind as the pair continued to travel through the mangroves.

However, Kirito turned to address his friend, but did not stop walking as he spoke. "Speaking of Crazy Diamond… how'd you know about it?"

Josuke's expression tensed for a moment, but he released a small breath and answered. "I don't remember when exactly I got my Stand, but my dad has one too, and so does my…nephew."

Kirito's eyebrow raised when he heard this. "You have a nephew? At your age?"

Josuke chuckled under his breath upon hearing his friend's reaction, and replied, "My dad had been married for more than 50 years before he met my mom. You can figure out the rest of the story by yourself."

Kirito stared at Josuke for a second, thinking absentmindedly to himself for a minute. "Huh. Must've been rough, man." The black-haired teen replied with a soft smile, sharing his sympathy with his friend.

"It's alright. He still cares, at least. After all, he bothered to get me the NerveGear, didn't he?" Josuke replied with a dry chuckle.

Noticing Josuke's tone, Kirito raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Josuke... did you regret it?" He asked him, only to meet a confused response.

"What?"

"Did you regret it, logging in that day?" Kirito asked him, patiently waiting for his reply.

Josuke paused to come up with his answer, and responded with a smile, "Of course I do, but to be honest... I've been having fun. Hanging out with you, fighting with you. Yeah... it was a lot of fun!"

With this answer, Kirito only gave a grin in return as he remembered the moments the two of them had spent over the course of the months. "Thanks, man. Me too." He said happily, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"So, let's keep going!" Josuke then declared loudly, to which Kirito nodded enthusiastically, and then the two of them continued on their way, treading through the swamps.

After several more hours of walking, the pair entered a moderately-sized village.

The entire settlement was erected on an elevated boardwalk, wooden stilts and logs holding the village above the murky waters. Each door of every house was dimly illuminated by a lantern hanging above each doorway, and NPCs and players alike could be seen congregating in small numbers around the town, going about their business.

Josuke looked around him and he could already sense tension in the air. Many players by this point had already shed their default gear and had begun to flaunt more colors and varieties of items and clothing.

Of course, some took advantage of this and had offered up their items to trade with others. Kirito could already see some players chatting with newbies, Col switching hands left and right. In order to survive in this world, one had to be smart with their money and items.

A man with neither would be as good as dead, and if one had enough money, they could even live luxurious lives away from the battlefield. But Kirito also knew that was also impossible, as the best way to earn money by a long shot was by slaying mobs and completing missions and dungeons.

In this world, life was fighting and both teens loved it.

Walking through the town, they eventually came across a rather large tree jutting out from the boardwalk in a crossroads in the center of the town.

A spiral staircase constructed of wooden planks coiled around the trunk and led up to a spacious treehouse. The room above was built on a wooden boardwalk much like the village below and was sheltered by a collection of wooden boards and leaves, causing the rain to flow off of the roof and down to the swamp below.

Once they reached the top of the staircase, Josuke saw that the treehouse was in fact, a crowded bar and tavern, with NPCs and players alike filling the tables and chatting amongst one another. Most were drinking, some feasted, while others simply oogled the NPC waitress.

In some corners, figures wearing dark hoods stood. Kirito assumed they were quest NPCs, there to activate quests for players.

Sitting down at the bar in the corner, Kirito set a seat aside for his friend, his head resting atop his arms on the table. Josuke sat down in the seat to his right, his head slamming down onto the tabletop with a loud bang.

"Geeeez, that was a long walk!" Josuke drawled tiredly, his fatigue evident in his voice as he slumped the weight of his upper body onto the countertop, causing glasses to shake and fellow patrons to yelp in surprise.

"Don't tell me that tired you out, macho man?" Kirito snarkily asked him, his eyes narrowed with a sly grin as he rested his head on his palm, his elbow against the table and his head turned toward the larger teen.

"Really, now? Don't berate me for being tired, you game-obsessed shut-in!" Josuke shot back with a jabbed finger, causing Kirito to jokingly play along, clenching a fist on his chest and wringing his heart.

"Ghh! The insults! The b-brutal honesty! I-it's too much!" Kirito exclaimed in mock agony, jerking his head backwards for dramatic effect.

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true!" Josuke threw back at the writhing boy, adding a deep and booming voice to add to his cruelty.

"NOOOOOOO!" Kirito yelled out loud, his body crashing to the floor as he arched his back in mock pain.

But just then, both of them stopped once they heard the faint noise of snickering. Looking up, both teens could see every patron looking at them, with looks of confusion, amusement and downright concern mixed in their faces.

When he noticed this, Kirito's face turned red from embarrassment and Josuke did the same, both of them frozen in position, unable to react or move.

"W-what're you all looking at? Take a hike! D-don't you have better things to do?" Josuke embarrassedly, but angrily enough for some patrons to quickly return to their business, pretending they never saw anything.

Getting back up on their seats, the two teens couldn't help but laugh to themselves. It was moments like these that made the harsh reality of their predicament could fade away into the distance as they laughed their problems away.

Josuke was almost out of breath after a minute, but Kirito simply smiled calmly beside his friend, chuckling audibly under his breath as he patted the larger teen on the back softly in an attempt to calm him down.

"C'mon. Let's rest ourselves for now. Remember why we're here." Kirito said to Josuke, leading him to stop laughing, wiping a tear from his eye as his face glowed with a wide grin.

"Right!" Turning to the bartender while waving his hand, Josuke managed to get his attention and placed his order. "Two big ones, please!"

Josuke slammed a small pouch of Col onto the table, which the bartender retrieved before getting to work, brewing up a couple of drinks for the duo.

After a few minutes of waiting, two large mugs filled with foaming beer were set down on the table, causing Josuke and Kirito to grin in anticipation at their drinks.

Both teens grabbed the drinks by the handle, and began to chug the alcohol down, feeling the cool beer gush down their parched throats.

Slamming their half-empty mugs onto the tabletop, the two of them leaned back in their seats, exhaling with ecstasy in their breaths.

"Aaaaaaahhhh... I needed that..." Kirito mumbled with a smile plastered on his relaxed face, with a light blush gracing his cheeks and a drop of drool dripping from the corner of his lips.

"You have noooooo ideaaaa..." Josuke replied, a dumb smile drawn on his rugged features as he relaxed back on his chair, stretching his arms and legs outwards while groaning in pleasure.

"Can we even get drunk here?" Josuke asked his friend, looking toward the ceiling of the tavern blankly.

"Nah, don't think so. What we eat and drink in-game satisfy our hunger and thirst, but don't affect our bodies aside from that." Kirito mumbled between his lips.

"That doesn't mean you should skip out on the chance to get wine, though. You'll never forget that flavor."

Suddenly, the two of them heard a foreign voice enter the conversation. Lazily turning their heads toward the source, their eyes fell upon what seemed to be a teenage girl.

Her hair was a muted blonde, and three purple streaks resembling cat's whiskers were drawn across both of her cheeks. She wore a dark brown cloak with a hood just overshadowing her forehead, leaving her eyes exposed. Underneath, it appeared that she wore the default outfit.

"Hey, boys. Hope I didn't interrupt anything." The girl said to them with a sly grin, with her hand propped against her hip as she leaned to the side.

Recognizing the girl, Kirito got up from his seat and moved to his left, taking the seat beside him and leaving his own seat open for the girl, allowing her to sit down between them and take a sip from Josuke's mug.

"Not at all, actually. How'd you find us, anyway?" Josuke said, also knowing who she was.

"Well, with that hairdo, it'd be hard not to recognize the "Stand User" from the front lines." Argo replied with a mischievous tone, but it quickly faded once she noticed the dark and ominous aura that surrounded Josuke all of a sudden.

"You'd better watch your mouth around me. Wouldn't want your face broken..." Josuke darkly whispered to her, just loudly enough to chill the air around him and to cause the girl to shake in her boots slightly in fear.

"H-hey, chill out! I wasn't insulting your hair!" The girl was quick to try to calm him down. After all, if what she heard from the rumors were true, she would not want him angry if she wanted to walk out alive.

"Haaaappy thoughts, JoJo. Haaaaappy thoughts." Kirito frantically tried to calm him down as the larger player breathed heavily, the swordsman whispering words of comfort to him and patting him softly on the back.

"Speaking of which, are we really that popular?" Kirito asked the newcomer, turning his gaze toward her as Josuke began to collect himself.

"Hey, with the show you put on back on Floor 1, word was bound to spread!" The girl said, taking the seat between them and taking a sip from Josuke's mug, recollecting the talk of the town and players speaking of a man using a mysterious unique skill he called a "Stand".

"Wow... didn't think I would get that much attention..." Josuke muttered softly, causing the girl to lean in closer questioningly.

"Hey, rumors can spread, but they die just as quickly. Unlike the "Beater" over here." The girl replied, winking at Kirito with a grin, causing the boy to flinch.

"Still think that was a really stupid name." Kirito grumbled to himself, chugging down another swig of beer from his mug, causing Josuke to snicker.

"Hey, you told them you liked it!" Josuke laughed, patting Kirito on the back and causing him to cough up the alcoholic contents of his cheeks.

"Ngggghhh... Don't remind meee..." Kirito whined, cringing his brain out as he began to slam his head repeatedly down onto the tabletop in his embarrassment, at the mercy of Josuke's grating laughter.

"So... are we doing this or not, boys? I haven't even introduced myself." The third member of the group asked them snarkily, only for Kirito to turn towards her.

"Argo, the "Rat". You're the best info broker in Aincrad and you sell info, quests and items for the right price. At this point, everyone here should know who you are." Kirito said, summarizing most of what he knew about the girl named Argo.

With that, the info broker started to giggle. "Well, well. Didn't know I was getting so popular. Anyways, how about we get right to it?"

Once the chit-chat died down, the three of them got down to business. Reaching into his pocket, Josuke retrieved a small pouch filled with Col, passing it to Argo. "Right. So tell us, any good quests on this floor?"

With that, Kirito replied impatiently, "Location, rewards, objective and difficulty. Make it quick."

Pausing for a minute, the trio sat in silence, but Argo eventually broke the mood as she smiled and gave her answer.

Outfit Showcase:

Lv. 15 Coat: Cloak of Midnight – The Cloak of Midnight is said to allow its wearer to be one with the night and strike silently like a phantom from the shadows.

Special: All EXP gained between 6:00pm and 6:00am (Japan Standard Time) is increased by 30%.

Enhancement: +3

Damage: 250 (A)

Speed: 225 (B)

Durability: 300 (B)

Rank: Boss Drop (S)

Selling Price: 20,000 Col

Owner: Kirito

Aincrad, Sword Art Online (Lv. 6, Tavern, Caiman Village) December 23, 2022

"A... hunting mission?" Kirito asked with a deadpan face, clearly unimpressed.

"Yep. The terrain in this floor is more dangerous than the others below. The swamps hide all kinds of high-level monsters, so much that nobody would survive a dip. The small fry are fast, but valuable for food and crafting parts. If you can handle both, you're sitting on a goldmine here. Besides, the quest rewards you with an XP booster that allows your XP earned to double for a whole week." Argo chirped, slurping another sip from her mug of beer.

"I dunno..." Kirito muttered anxiously. Sure, he and Josuke were more skilled than the average front-liner by a small margin, but this was a bit of a stretch. Fighting in a swamp posed significant dangers, considering you had no idea was waiting under the murky water to chew you up and end your pathetic life in an instant.

Normally, players would not be bothered with this risk, but the whole "die in the game and die in real life" shtick was a serious problem. In addition, Sword Art Online was firmly a melee-only game, with only throwing picks available for long-range and even then, those could only tickle high-level mobs at best.

"Hmm? Come on! I think it's worth a try! Whatcha think?" Josuke spurred on, pumping his fist in determination.

"It's risky... but an XP booster would be too good to pass up." Kirito muttered, contemplating the offer while pressing his fingers against his chin.

"We'll take it. Where should the NPC be?" Kirito asked Argo, who smiled.

"Look for an NPC dressed in tribal clothes in the village ruins. Watch out for crocodiles." Argo replied, her hand resting against the side of her head as she leaned back in her seat.

"Hey, if you know so much, why not take the quest?" Josuke asked her, to which Argo turned towards him abruptly.

"Look, big boy. Just because I know this much doesn't mean I'd rather be out there risking my hide like you are. I have a business to run. A business that's safe and profitable, no less. No thanks, but I'm happy where I am. Besides, if what they say is true, then you shouldn't have a problem clearing this thing." Argo answered Josuke with a smile on her face, leading him to wear a grin of his own.

"That's right! Nobody can beat the JoJo-Kirito combo! We're unstoppable!" Josuke proclaimed proudly, hooking in his friend with his arm and pulling him close, crushing him under his muscular grip.

"Ghhh...l-lungs...need...a-airrr..." Kirito croaked under Josuke's grip, choking as the large teen's arm hooked around his neck to pull him in.

"Heh. Anyways, one last thing you should know. Keep an eye out for other people on the same quest. You never know." Argo told them, prompting both teens to nod in reply before rising from their seats.

"Right! Thanks for the tip." Josuke said, setting down his empty mug.

"By the way, why aren't you in any guilds yet?" Argo piped up with a final question, grabbing Kirito's attention.

Kirito's face turned red and was about to awkwardly stammer out a reply when Josuke pushed him aside, closing his mouth with his hand. "We have our reasons. Besides, we have each other!" He happily replied, walking out the door and dragging Kirito behind him by the collar.

Once outside, Josuke turned to his black-clad friend. "Okay! So what's the plan?"

Pressing his fingers against his chin, Kirito began to think. "Right... if I remember, the ruins should be half-sunken in the flooded forest to the south of the village, and it'd probably take at least an hour at best to walk there."

"This should at least take half a day to complete, and it's getting pretty late. There's no telling what could come at us at night, so I say we take tonight to get our gear polished and get some rest."

"Sounds good. Speaking of which..." Josuke replied, catching Kirito's attention.

"Hmm?"

"She did have a point back there. Why don't we get to know some people? Join a guild?" Josuke asked, only to be met with a drawn sigh from his friend.

"We've been over this, Josuke. Being a solo player has benefits." Kirito said.

"And being a team player doesn't? Think of what we could do with a guild of our own! We could get a house, go on raids with them, party all night, it could be fun!" Josuke listed off, his smile growing with his imagination.

KIrito paused as he listened to his friend, thinking of the possibilities, but he quickly shrugged these thoughts off. "Remember what I told you? Getting the last hit on every mob I come across is really important. If I can keep that going, we won't even need a guild at this point!"

Josuke paused for a minute, before pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed with the shake of his head. "Alright then… fine." He reluctantly agreed with Kirito, but spoke up again.

"But hey, if anyone asks, what'll you say?" Josuke asked him, causing the black-clad swordsman to turn to him.

Kirito stopped himself to collect himself and find an answer, and gave his reply. "F-fine. I'll consider it." He said softly in defeat.

With this, Josuke beamed a smile at his friend as he patted him on the back. "That's a good boy! Now c'mon, we've got a long day ahead of us!"

Kirito watched as his friend strutted off to the inns near the edge of the town and smiled as he ran to catch up with him.

Up next: Meet the New Squad

Okay, let me run down what Crazy Diamond can actually do in-game.

First of all, like any other stand, Crazy Diamond's ability translates directly into the game, and adapts to work with the game's systems and rules. This means that Crazy Diamond is capable of healing people and fixing things just like in real life, but the system treats this phenomenon as a game mechanic. While he can copy the restoration ability on items like armor and weapons, he is unable to do the same with any item in his own inventory, as it is technically a part of Josuke himself, much like how he is unable to repair his own clothing. He is also unable to relieve poisoning and paralysis effects, because Crazy Diamond explicitly fixes things, not exactly heals them. Finally, if someone or something were to be destroyed, as in explode into a bunch of crystals, Crazy Diamond would be unable to revive them, as the game already classifies them as "dead".

Crazy Diamond, much like other stands affect the body in the real world, because if a wound is inflicted on the stand in-game, the body of the user in real life suffers from an identical wound. The same can also be said for if the stand were to attack a person in-game. If a stand wounds someone in-game, then the damage would translate to their real body, and they would still feel pain in spite of suppression systems. Players are able to see stands in-game and can freely attack them, meaning summoning a stand in-game is risky to the user.

I know that kinda steps boundaries and into hax territory, but come on. This is JoJo we're talking about.

Okay, the quest chapter is next, so stay tuned for more. Sorry for not making this longer, but I felt like I needed to get this out of the way and receive your feedback before moving on. Tell me how you'd envision the next chapter and it'll be a great help!

ARSLOTHES: Yuna sounds interesting to explore, and I haven't played the games yet, so I don't know about Lux or Strea.

DiRunner: Liz? Maybe.

dantez115: Hmm… tbh I'd rather not go the harem route and stick with one girl.

Tehjsan95: Haha XD Thanks for the support!

guest: Yeah, I guess. Well, we're over that hurdle but no promises with ENEMY STAAANDSSS

CurdonTheBastard: This is essentially SAO canon with JoJo characters, and yes that does make me an unoriginal little twat.

flo463: A little to early to dabble into that territory, but I'll think about it. Sounds interesting.

Neo-Devil: Yeah… I guess… Maybe I'll cross that bridge in time.

DejDem: Yes I am and I acknowledge that the story would not be worth viewing if everything was the same. This is why changes WILL be implemented. I'll probably write certain side characters differently or change the endgame of an arc, but other than that, I will be basing my story off of the main plot.

Guest: Well I came up with my possibly right answer, but to elaborate, Suguha is actually 15 by the Fairy Dance arc, making her just a year behind Kirito and 13 by the start of the series.

Guest: I'll cross that line once I get to that point in the story, but I'll think about it.

guest: Personally, I'd like to deviate from a harem route, mostly because I find it more satisfying for him to stick with one girl and build off from there, either that or I'd hold off on pairing. A problem I had with SAO was how plenty of characters' personalities and quirks revolve around Kirito in particular. I want to fix that, either that or I'll fail miserably.