Thread: Speechless- PG-13... Or something. Some adult themes, Violence, Language

Well, I got an idea. That's about all. The name is later explained.

EDIT: It was mentioned that the sport at the beginning was basketball, but it's actually Baseball. Editing that...

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Prolouge

...And that's the game! The Jubilife Toxicroaks win the game. This is a bad season for the Fortree Absols. They've had a losing streak of a devastating nine games. Let's ask the captain of the Toxicroaks how he feels about winni-

The TV screen turned off, followed by random cursing.

"They can't win a single game, goddammit! They won the World Series last year!" The man yelled.

The room was cluttered horribly. A lamp or two, empty food containers, boxes of various sorts, shirts, pants, shoes, video game consoles, games, paddles, accessories, handheld console games, and the list goes on. The floor was strewn with these things.

There was a tiny TV on a TV stand, a bed, a dresser, two doors, and a window that were possibly seperatable from the stupidly large amounts of clutter.

One of the doors were ajar, leading to a basic bathroom.

Even then, the bed, dresser, TV stand, and even the TV itself all had Junk on top of them.

The dresser had A small, white corded phone, a radio, and a digital alarm clock on it that was noticeable from the junk. A few of the drawers were open, and stuffed full of clothes, and whoever did it, didn't do a very good job of it.

The radio was playing some sort of generic heavy metal song on a low volume, the alarm was going, though the hand reached over and stopped it.

The time read 7:29 AM. And then, after about five seconds, 7:30.

The man himself was actually pretty skinny. His shirt was gray, and stained with coffee. It noted that he was off his meds, or something like it. His pants were cut-off blue-jean shorts that were marked in sharpie, also stained with coffee. His shoes were black, and had many signs of wearing. A hole was starting to appear in the front, the soles were peeling, the shoelaces had no plastic things on the end, and they were covered in mud.

The man had blueish bags under his eyes, that were slightly bloodshot and were brown. His lips were dry, and his hair was black, and he had bed head. His hair went every which way. There was a small scar on the side of his head, though it was mostly covered by his hair.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
Good morning, Lilycove resi-
His alarm went off again. This time, he actually turned it off instead of hitting snooze.

"Ugh, I got an hour to get ready for school..." He mumbled in an indifferent voice.

He used the bathroom, and headed into the living room through the other door.

The living room was basically the same as the other room, except it had a counter, a microwave, a fridge, cabinets, a sink, an oven, a table, a chair, couch, and somewhat larger TV. The room itself was also larger, being a combined kitchen and living room. A few of the cabinets were open, showing boxes of open cereal, and other random foods. He made himself a bowl of cereal and started eating at the table.

There was also four doors in there. Two were open, and one had a lock on it. The Two were the room he came out of and a closet, which seemed to carry numerous amounts of boxes.

The person finished his cereal and put it in his sink to pile on top of his already-large amount of dirty dishes.

If you compared, this room actually had much less junk than the bedroom, but was still, nevertheless, dirty.

He walked over the closed door that wasn't locked, and knocked on it.

"Mom, I gotta go to school soon!"

He waited. Nothing. He knocked again.

"Mom?"

When he was, again, ignored, he just grabbed his backpack, a blue and black shoulder bag, hoisted it around his shoulder, and almost walked out the door when his mom came out of her room.

"I'm disgusted. Change your clothes." She said, sleepily.

Her room, as you could peek by and see, was neat and clean. She was wearing a night gown, so he had obviously only just then woke her up. Her blonde hair was also messy.

"Too late." The man replied, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

Well, you wouldn't call him a man, exactly. He seems more sixteen-ish.

Anyway, he walked down the hallway of the apartment bilding at a normal rate. The doors had different decorations or signs on them. There was red carpeting under his feet, but he didn't really care. He reached a set of stairs, and walked down them at a pretty fast rate. He headed out the door of the lobby, which had a small couch in it. Someone was reading a book while sitting on it. the room was actually worse than the hallways.

Once outside, he looked at the streets, which lacked cars. There was a small shack next to the building that housed a bunch of motorless vehicles.

He grabbed his skateboard, which had just plain white on the bottom, and walked outside.

"Lord Arceus, I hate skateboards, and my mom knows it.

Either way, he put the skateboard down, and rolled on, down four ledges that were very rocky, dodging people on the street, some looking shady.

The two main buildings, the huge department store and the art museum, hadn't opened yet, so he didn't have time to ponder. He went through the city to where the old lighthouse was. The school was built next to it a few years ago. A friend was waiting for him in front of the school. The kid hid his skateboard and walked on with the other kid.

The other kid was dressed in much nicer clothes. A red T-shirt with a Garchomp on it, clean Blue jeans, and new Airwalks. His hair was in a hairstyle that most people really didn't have a name for. He just looked decent with it.

"So, James, how did the homework go last night?" He asked.

"Please, call me Skittles. I don't want people knowing my real name. And I didn't get it done at all." James, or Skittles, evidently, replied.

"Why didn't you get it done?" He asked.

"Well, for one, it's hard to concentrate in that house, and two, I had to see if the Absols won yet. FIVE hours of overtime. Seriously, that's some kind of record." James replied.
"You given up on the Turtwigs yet?" James continued, "There's no way that they're getting anywhere."

"Yeah," his friend replied, "but I'm not that into Baseball. I prefer training Pokémon."

"You know, Juan, that's a hard thing to get into, and it doesn't pay much." James said.

"Yeah, but I enjoy it!" Juan complained back.

The school bell rang, and the two looked up at the school.

It was a big, brownish building with a flag on top of it. There were plain doors to get in, and a few windows visible from the outside.

At least it's not a campus... James thought as he walked in, shuddering at the thought.

The halls were pretty simple. Blue, tiled floors, brick walls, ceiling lights above us, and green lockers all the way down. James always wondered, why green?

There were, of course, heavy brown doors, leading into classrooms.

James stopped by his locker, and twisted the combination-lock.

"You'd think they'd have something better by now..." He mumbled as he twisted it.

When it got unlocked, all of his books, projects, and everything else fell to the ground.

All tattered. To shreds.

And I thought no sleep would screw up my days enough...

James kept walking, not bothering to close or pick up anything in front of his locket. He was enraged. As he passed by people, they gave him weird looks, because of his... looks.

James got to his class just on time. Room 207, English. He went in, and took a seat.

This room was much different. There were different, colorful mobiles hanging from the ceiling, a desk with magnets on it, A computer station in the back, and the whole room was painted light blue.

No wonder people called the teacher gay. Well, there was a substitute.

The teacher was dressed in a black shirt, gray sweat pants, and Tennis shoes.

James himself, even though in the middle of the school year, was still surprised that there was no dress code.

"Okay!" The teacher announced. He read just about all he did from a paper.
"Let's start by handing all our homework in!"

"Well, I've had worse..." James mumbled.

After noticing that around five people didn't get it in, he looked through the list and matched up the names.

"Okay. James, Anthony, Natalie, Sarah, and Matt didn't turn their homework in. I'll need an explanation."

Natalie and Anthony both already had their homework, but forgot to turn it in, which they did.

James salvaged through his bag. Nope, it was still in his locker, torn to shreds for no reason.

Sometimes, these people are completely unreasonable. They want an excuse. Those are usually ignored, James thought.

So the teacher came up to James, and asked him, "James, do you know where you put your homework?"

"I have three things to say to that," James replied with a glare. "One, I'd rather you cal me Skittles, or something else, at least. Two, leaning down to talk to me is rather insulting. Three, everything in my locker got vandalized."

"That's a bad excuse, 'Skittles'." The teacher replied.

"It's not an excuse, you wanna see it? Locker 137."

"Fine, come with me." The teacher said. He seemed weird. Evidently, he also had a short temper. When the two left the classroom, the teacher spoke in a hushed scowl.

"I don't have time for this! Just give me the homework."

"I don't have it."

"Then detention for you."

They walked back into the classroom. James took a seat, somewhat angrily.

"Like I said, bad excuse." The teacher announced. "Now, to continue the lesson plan, who here remembers what we talked about last?"

Someone raised their hand, and the class went on.

The rest of the classes that day were a little less annoying. Mainly because they weren't substitutes, so James just got detention from most, without leaving the room about it.

He stopped at his locker to get the books that he would, evidently, need to pay for, and dropped them into his bag. He wondered why the teachers acted so ridiculous, but at least it was Thursday. He couldn’t remember why, but they didn’t have school the next day. Then there was the weekend…

After thinking about how his mom would react to him having to pay Somewhere around $60 or more, he walked outside to go get his skateboard, which he still hated.

But, it was gone. That’s what I get for living in a neighborhood that is obsessed with skateboards, he thought.

After a small amount of walking, Juan caught up with James.

“So, how was your day?” He asked.

“Horrible. Do you have any idea why someone’s books would be vandalized?”

“Dunno,” Juan replied. He thought for a bit.

“Probably because of that fit you threw yesterday.”

“Huh?” James asked, wondering what he was talking about. “What fit- Oh yeah… Things were stupid after that, so I had forgotten.”

“Yeah, nice excuse.” Juan replied. He had reached his house, so James was left by himself.

He thought absentmindedly as he walked on, not talking out loud, like he usually did by himself.

So, It’s my own fault, and I forgot. Just makes me wanna punch myself in the face more… Well, lets go over what’ll happen when I get home.
First, my mom asks me how school was.
Then, she gets mad at me over the skate board and/or everything else.
After that, I get grounded. Good plan. Well, only plan.

After much pessimistic thinking, James was almost at his apartment. There wasn’t much to occupy himself other than sulking in his own thoughts, so he continued to do so. The sky was pretty cloudy, and if it rained, James wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, and he was looking forward to that Master contest later. Ruby, known as the best contest… Contestant, in Hoenn was going.

He walked up the stairs toward his apartment, and reached the door. He wasn’t looking forward to the large mass of homework that he would have to look up answers to online, but it’s not like he had a choice. He put the key in the lock and twisted it,

But the door didn’t unlock. He put in the other key, still nothing. There was a key missing. He had the mailbox key, the building key, but the actual key to his apartment was missing.

That’s when James’s patience broke.

God, I WANna SCREAM SO LOUD, I’M IN THIS APARTMENT BUILDING WITH NO KEY, I LOST MY BIKE, MY SCOOTER, AND MY SKATEBOARD BY NOW, IT’S MY OWN FAULT I GOT THIS EXTRA HOMEWORK AND I GOT TWO MOTHS OF DETENTION AND IT’S RAINING… AND I JUST WANNA KILL SOMETHING! %#&$ING @#$% *@@ &$(*$$ $*(&$!

He stormed outside, over-enraged by his bad luck. He let out a huge yell. Sure he was overreacting, but it was just his bad luck that he was bi-polar, wasn’t it?

He noticed that behind the shed where bikes were stored, and it was very shady, that someone was staring at him. His tears that were of annoyance, sadness, and anger, stopped for a minute.

“Lemme guess. You’re thinking I wont see you there. And when I do notice you, I go over to investigate. You grab me and rape, kidnap, or kill me, or a mix of it in any certain order for no reason.”

The person actually answered clearly.

“Well, I was only thinking the third option, except I have a good reason.”

James made a bad decision there. He just went with the person. Better than stewing in his own rage in the rain, he thought. Though, he would rather be in his apartment room.

The person didn’t grab James, but just told him to follow him. He listened, yet again thinking that it couldn’t be worse.

He took one look back before the building was out of site. A little glint of something shiny was on the ground. His apartment key.

Ah, figures. I’m already screwed by now… If only I had something I could fight with… Crap like this would never happen, He thought over-pessimistically. Thinking like that is what got him into the mess, wasn’t it?

Hey I like this. I loved the very beginning with the sports teams on TV! What sport was it? baseball?

It had good description and set the tone very well. The description of the bedroom was a bit redundant, but it wasn't bad or anything...just might want to consider avoiding using 'dresser' 'TV' and those kinds of words over and over...but again, it's not a bad thing because I really could visualize what I was reading.

Keep it up! Great start!

Yeah, really good! By any chance, is this James the TR James? Great prologue, mate.

Originally Posted by Legacy

Hey I like this. I loved the very beginning with the sports teams on TV! What sport was it? baseball?

It had good description and set the tone very well. The description of the bedroom was a bit redundant, but it wasn't bad or anything...just might want to consider avoiding using 'dresser' 'TV' and those kinds of words over and over...but again, it's not a bad thing because I really could visualize what I was reading.

Keep it up! Great start!

Yes, it was baseball, but at first, I had no idea. So I added "World Series" To make it baseball.

Yeah, sorry about the repetitive words.

Originally Posted by Gold♪Silver

Yeah, really good! By any chance, is this James the TR James? Great prologue, mate.

No, I never noticed that, actually.

I may need more time to think. If this falls behind, I'll have you know that I'm just at a lack of inspiration. I'm NOT quitting on this (Unless I die, get sick, etc.).

Very interesting. I especially like the idea of a protagonist in a Pokemon world story not having any Pokemon, very entertaining! Looking forward to seeing more!

A note on just saying “The route”, I couldn’t remember the number and I can’t find a simple map. If someone can tell me, I’ll edit it.


Chapter One

James wondered where he would go next. Out of pure frustration, he had went with a person on the streets who he had never met before. Juan would’ve probably laughed and said, “It would be a lot easier if you had Pokémon!”

It felt weird, following the person. They weren’t holding on to James, and didn’t speak, but he still felt trapped, Like he couldn’t turn back, even though he could outrun the person back to his apartment and grab the key. He didn’t know why he didn’t, but he just… Had to follow the person. He couldn’t explain it even to himself.

“So, uh… Where are we going?” James asked.

“That is not your business at the moment.” The person replied.

“I would think other wise because, y’know, I’m going there.”

“You’re wrong. You came with me without questioning. I want it to stay that way.”

James couldn’t come up with a Smart-alecky answer to that, so he continued. Nobody seemed to notice them. The streets were teeming with people of all ages, heights, and sizes. Most were followed by one or two Pokémon. Many were bustling in and out of the contest hall, Ship port, Lilycove department store, and somewhat less, the art museum.

The contest hall was the Master Rank, so every match was worth watching.

But the two continued on, straight onto route 121.

It was littered with grassy areas and trainers, ready for a fight. You could see the Pokémon, just waiting to pounce on by passers. There were thick forests you couldn’t even start to walk through on either side, and there was what seemed to be a maze of picket fence. There was a large hill, not too far off.

“Follow me. Tyranitar, come.”

The person tossed a peculiar Pokéball into the air. It was Purple instead of red, and had red dots instead of ovals. It also had an “M” in the middle.

When it landed, a huge, green Pokémon came out. It was at least a foot taller than the mysterious person, who was already pretty tall. The other people backed off, allowing them safe passage. The Pokémon in the grass cowered in fear, so James just followed.

Upon looking closer, the Tyranitar had Black eyes, a weird black triangle on it’s chest, had weird spikes on his back, and sharp-looking claws.

“Up these stairs. Tyranitar, sorry for keeping you out for so short.” The person said, letting Tyranitar back into the peculiar ball.
After reaching the top of the stair, there was a normal-looking building with a sign in front.

“Safari Zone: First to catch a Rhyhorn today wins a free starter pack!”

“Okay,” The person prompted. “Go in there, and catch any Pokémon. The first one you find.”

He handed James three rainbow-colored Pokéblocks and 500 Pokédollars.

“Err, okay…” James said, and walked into the building.

The building seemed to be more of a hall, with two people in it. There was also a staircase to the right. The two people were behind a counter.

James approached the door, handing the person 500 Pokédollars and receiving 20 weird Pokéballs in the process.

The Safari Zone was huge. There was grass full of Pokémon everywhere. People were searching through it, too. The place had hills, cliffs, just about every landscape imaginable, including lakes.

“Well, better start.”

After three steps, James was tripped. His face full of dirt, he felt a huge bite on his leg. He yelled out in pain. Then it happened again, in the same place. He stood up, even though he was in immense pain, and shook off a Ratatta. It ran away into the thicket.

Typical.l

Now, James continued for about twenty more steps. Surprisingly, nothing happened. But then he took one more step, and a huge roar came from the thickets. Out came a raging… Thing. It was on all fours, and looked somewhat like a bull, but barely. It was gray, and had a flat stone on it’s forehead. Yup, it was a Rhyhorn.

And the bad thing was, after being hit by about five Pokéballs thrown by other people (They bounced off), it charged James.

“Oh, just my luck,” James thought as he was rammed, forced to grab onto the small horn on it’s front. He was soon hanging off the side, his feet dragging across the ground. He couldn’t let go, or he’d roll too much. The thing was riding in circles.

“I gotta get it to stop…” James mumbled before finding that he had a rock in his hand. He banged it against the front of the Rhyhorn a few times. It snorted, and slowed down a little, only to speed up again into a wall.

James was in shock. He was just slammed into a wall after taking twenty-something steps into the place. He felt horrible. The Rhyhorn ran off into the thickets again. Now he was laying on the ground, next to the cliff/wall. A couple people came to help him up and tell him that “he was awesome”. He didn’t feel that way. He could barely move his arms.

After being helped up, James moved on to a different area. It looked basically the same. There were a few whitish stands around. One had a sign that read, “Put Pokéblocks here.”
He pulled out a slightly crushed Pokéblock and put it on the pedestal. Immediately, it was swarmed by Zigzagoon.

“I know he said the first one I saw, but seriously.”
Moving along, he scanned over the grass. More Zigzagoon. This area was infested.

“Well, I’ll try at the pedestal again…” James mumbled.

He went over to another Pedestal and placed a Pokéblock on it. He backed up a bit, and waited.

After a little bit, a very tall Pokémon came out. It had brown spots all over itself, had a tall neck, wasw on all fours, and had a weird black tail with a face. A Girafarig.

James found a rock on the ground and threw it at the neck. It turned around and glowered at him, and charged. He couldn’t get out of the way, but the Girafarig turned around at the last second and the tail shot little spikes straight into his face. The, it ran away.

“GAH!!!” James screamed out, frustrated and hurt. He had one Pokéblock left, and hadn’t thrown any balls.

Moving on to a different area, James noticed that the pedestals were gone, and that it was very sandy, with a lake a little bit away. There was also a small building with a sign reading “Rest House”.

In the middle of the sandy area was the Rhyhorn.

Since James was on a higher area, and there were stairs leading to the area below, he had a lot of room for planning. It didn’t take him long to think of.

An announcement went over an intercom:
“All catching will end in five minutes. Nobody has caught a Rhyhorn.”

First, James took out the last Pokéblock and threw it in front of the Rhyhorn, slowly heading down the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he got a stone tight in his hands. He went behind the rest house building and threw the rock at the Rhyhorn, hitting it square on the spot he hit before. It was severly aggravated, not knowing where it was hit from.

“Two Minutes left…”

“Ah, now,” James whispered, making the greenish Pokéball grow in his hand.

The Rhyhorn burst into a bunch of red light, and was inside the Pokéball, and it wiggled once, twice, three times, and then there was a red burst of light. The Safari Ball broke in half and fell to the ground, and the Rhyhorn noticed where James was now. There was no point in hiding, and James was soon rammed into. This time he wasn’t so fast. He was slammed into a tree. He felt like his leg was broken. Looking at it, it actually was. The Rhyhorn started coming towards him again. It was at a breakneck speed. James noticed that he was holding another Safari ball when he put his arms up to stop himself from seeing his own gruesome death.

He actually got a bit lucky there. The Rhyhorn rammed into the button on the Safari ball. It opened, and blinding red light got into James’s face. In his own hand, the ball wobbled

Once,
If this failed, he would die.
Twice,
He wondered who the guy was.
Three times…
It stopped. It shook a bit, but then it suddenly stopped and a few little stars came from it. His leg was broken, and he needed medical attention really soon, but he caught the Rhyhorn. He felt like he had done something successful for once.
“Time’s Up! All participants are being retrieved.”
James felt a huge pain in his leg, and he was lifted, spinning.


When he landed, he was on his feet, perfectly fine, with a crowd of people in the hallway.

“Now,” the person at the counter asked. “Did anyone catch a Rhyhorn?”

James rose his hand into the air, showing the Safari ball.
“Right here.”

“Okay, then you get this suitcase and everything in it. You get to keep the Rhyhorn, too!”
She handed him a brown, metal suitcase, and he walked out, feeling somewhat lucky and victorious.

While outside, James wondered how he was healed instantly. His only solution was that the technology of Lilycove was very advanced. He looked around, and right where he was before, was the Mysterious person.

“I see you got that Rhyhorn.” The person said in their weird voice. There was a pink Pokémon next to them. It seemed to have a spiky bow on top of it’s head, and had somewhat short arms and legs.

“Could you move to where that wall is behind you?” They asked.

“Err, okay…” James replied, moving and wondering what it was about.

“Now, keep your grip on that suitcase really tight…”

“Okay.”

“Clefable, Mega Kick.”
The Clefable ran at James, not giving him time to respond. He got a huge blow to the chest, knocking the air out of him, and the consciousness out of him.

He felt himself being dragged.

How did I get into this mess? I got a Rhyhorn, and that’s all great, and whoever that person is, seems to congratulate me before I get knocked out? This is one crazy day…

First of all i thought that it was ridiculus ok there was absolutley no emotion the whole time he sounded like a robot thats what it was to my knowing.

Second in your prolouge you said you love skateboards then later you say you hate them thats incosistency.

Third in the story the character says to call him "skittles" but you your self the writer refer to him also as james thats an inconsitency.

Fourth and finnaly how was you character able to concentrate on catching rhyhorn with a broken leg and how does rhyhorn hit the opening mechanizem with his horn if you have to open then throw a pokéball.


i donknow how i feel about it but ill keep up and read up to date and i hope that changes.

Originally Posted by glorphendell

First of all i thought that it was ridiculus ok there was absolutley no emotion the whole time he sounded like a robot thats what it was to my knowing.

That's his personality. I thought that was obvious. And when he was hurt, he didn't have any time to actually go into deep thought about it, or yell.

Second in your prolouge you said you love skateboards then later you say you hate them thats incosistency.

I made a mistake. Thank you for pointing it out. It is edited.

Third in the story the character says to call him "skittles" but you your self the writer refer to him also as james thats an inconsitency.

It's common practice for a writer to refer to a person by their real name, not a nickname.

Fourth and finnaly how was you character able to concentrate on catching rhyhorn with a broken leg and how does rhyhorn hit the opening mechanizem with his horn if you have to open then throw a pokéball.

He wasn't concentrating, he just happened to have it in his hand. He pulled it out of his pockets without him knowing. And actually, even though it was never pointed out, a Pokéball has the button pressed when it opens. First, the button is pressed, then the pokemon is absorbed. It doesn't matter if it's thrown or just pressed. It can also happen accidentally, as shown.

Or at least that's what I always understood it as.

i donknow how i feel about it but ill keep up and read up to date and i hope that changes.

Thank you for continuing to read, even though you don't seem to like it.

wow..

great chap!

Thanks.
I'll get working on a new chapter once I get a computer other than a Wii.

Yeah, I really liked this chapter, very interesting - as long as you know where you're going with it. I've always liked the idea of someone getting their first Pokemon in a Safari Zone too.

I actually liked the lack of emotion, I felt it actually made the character more interesting in a way... not sure how, but it definitely did.

One worry of mine is that James is some sort of 'special one' which kind of ruins the tone of the story, obviously he's been chosen for some reason, but if it was some kind of birth right or divine choosing then I don't think that would work very well.

By the way, the Route you're thinking of is Route 121.

Originally Posted by Gastlys Mama

Yeah, I really liked this chapter, very interesting - as long as you know where you're going with it. I've always liked the idea of someone getting their first Pokemon in a Safari Zone too.

I actually liked the lack of emotion, I felt it actually made the character more interesting in a way... not sure how, but it definitely did.

One worry of mine is that James is some sort of 'special one' which kind of ruins the tone of the story, obviously he's been chosen for some reason, but if it was some kind of birth right or divine choosing then I don't think that would work very well.

By the way, the Route you're thinking of is Route 121.

Thanks for tthe comment and stuff.
The problem... Actually, I don't know what to do about that...
Wait, I got it. I just got a great idea. Thanks for pointing that out!

Anyway, I'll edit that route. Thanks.

I had half the chapter wrote, but when I save a notepad document on my other computer, which I wrote it on, it turns into a Word document. I don't have Microsoft Word, but I'll get it soon. 'Prolly within next week to the end of this week.

Originally Posted by The Meme-er

I may need more time to think. If this falls behind, I'll have you know that I'm just at a lack of inspiration. I'm NOT quitting on this.

Just letting you know, I'm staying true to this, even though I'm going extremely slow. I would hate it if this fell behind page two. I would punch myself. Alot.

Don't worry, take your time. Better to take time and make it as good as it can be rather than rush. :) You got a good start here, so I hope you do continue.

I just noticed, it'll probably be a few months before I get Word.

I think I'll just restart the chapter.
(For the fifth time...)