[Author's note: Alright, peeps. Here we go.

"Nye-ah!" Corey said, thrusting a knife backward. "Nye-ah!" he repeated as he thrust again through the stack of paper he was obviously maiming with a butcher knife. "Nye-ah!"

"Um…Corey?"

Corey looked up wildly, but upon recognizing the pink soldier, grinned and waved. "Hi, Donut!"

"Hi…What are you doing?"

Corey glanced down to the maimed stack of papers and then to the knife in his hand. He paused a moment before saying, "Revising! …Nye-ah!" He went back to slicing the paper.

"Revising?" Donut inquired, sitting on the ground next to Corey. "Revising what?"

"Freedom '90!" Corey replied cheerily, stabbing the paper, leaving the knife sitting there.

"What!" Donut gave a small jump of surprise. "Why!"

"Because it's old and needs…revision!" With the last word, Corey's voice held a tint of malice as he pulled the knife back and began stabbing the paper violently, enunciating each word with a stab, "It—is—in need—of—being—redone!"

"But you were so far!" Donut whined.

"Yeah. So? I redo these things all the time." Corey said, as if it was just a simple thing.

"But after everything that happened—"

"Will probably happen again but with more drama and excitement and action," Corey said. "Besides, this one will feature more of the Blues!"

"…Yay?" Donut asked.

"Yay indeed!" Corey said cheerfully, standing up. Then, suddenly and violently, he thrust the knife downward, stabbing the stack of paper. At the movement, Donut let out a sudden whimper of surprise as the knife made impact with the paper.

"Lets get the team together, yes?" Corey asked, walking toward the base without further answer from the pink soldier.

"What do ya want, Shorty?" Sarge asked, looking at the shorter soldier.

"Well. We gotta wait for Simmons and Grif first…where are they?"

"Fixing the warthog."

"They've been there all morning!" Corey complained. "What could possibly be taking them?"

"Ow! Grif!" Simmons shouted,

"What! It's not my fault." Grif complained, "It was the stupid oil spurty thing."

"You mean the gas tank?"

"No, the other oil spurty thing."

"Grif…" Simmons said, looking nervously at the black liquid squirting out of the side of the warthog. "That's not oil."

"Aaanyway." Corey continued, looking at Donut and Sarge. "I have wonderful news!"

"You're leaving the team?" Sarge asked hopefully.

"Close." Corey said, grinning. "I am re-doing the story!"

"…What?"

"Yep."

The end. (of the PSA.)

[Authors (Last) Notes:

Amagad.

So, now you know. I am redoing this fanfiction. The new chapters will be made into a new fanfiction, with relatively the same idea. It won't be in first person, this new one. Instead, it will be third person, and of course with all the loving characters you know and love! Along with a bit of a larger appearance of the Blues. As well, this one didn't have a definate plot, which the new one will have.

The new fanfiction will be named "Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere." I will leave this old version up, but it will be considered complete. As well, in the new one I will be giving a personal thanks to everyone who commented! Which, by the way, if you want to be PMed about the release of the new fanfiction, please say so in a comment or PM me, and I will let you know!

I have the first chapter written, and it is currently in processing. So to speak. Ahem.
I am working on the second chapter, and that will be done soon as well. Whoo-hoo!

So, thanks to everyone and everything that has supported "Freedom! '90" and such. It's been fun, but it's time for bigger and better things! With more plots. XD