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Stracion blew a raspberry. “You guys are boring. Well, don’t blame we if we’re flying just as blind tomorrow because nothing spicy happened.”

“Aw c’monnnn, it’s no fun if no one gets voted out, where’s your sense of drama~”

Stracion waved a hand lazily. “Hey, Pheebs, it’s fiiine, anything sus at this point is sus by like, five percent tops. If you’re a homie, I doubt any of it’ll stick by tomorrow.”

Stracion idly twirled a loc of hair around her finger. “Yeah, see… fussing too much about third parties and stuff making it too dangerous to play when there’s nothing to go off yet… Just feels like something that’d be on a hater’s mind, y’know? The rest of us gotta deal with all of them the...

Stracion pointed with the cup she was holding. "Yeah, blue boy's makin' a lot of sense imo." "Anywho, truth be told I was thinkin' I'd vote for Anubis, but what he said doesn't seeeem like the reason he'd give if he were a hater, so eh. Soulread says no for the moment. Leeet's go with red...

Stracion shrugged. “If that’s the case, anyone who’s got a gun oughta just act like they know what they’re talking about so the haters pay ‘em a visit and then—boom.” She mimicked the firing of a gun with her hand. “Aaaanyway…”—she stretched widely and glanced at a nonexistent wristwatch—“guess...

"Ey. That's pretty sick," Stracion replied with a pair of finger guns. "As for the game, eh, I'm sure I'll pick it up as we go, how hard can it be?" "Cheers to that," Stracion said, raising a plastic cup full of knockoff Mtn Dew.

Stracion leaned back in a chair and kicked her boots up, dunking a hand into the bowl of Doritos. With shit going south in Kanto, she'd been looking for a change of pace, and then wouldn't you know it--golden opportunity right here in Alola. She couldn't lie--Team Skull seemed pretty much...

Name: Stracion Decora Personality: Chaos gremlin with confusing morals Appearance: Slender, petite, with long, blonde hair usually tied into a curly ponytail Backstory/additional notes (optional): Joined Team Rocket in need of some quick cash, later quit once things started getting too real...

It's finally time to dive into the second Mary-Sue Exquisite Corpse, in which our gorgeous heroine bends the world around her to her whims because she's just too perfect. Like all the other fics of its type, each author only got to see the final two sentences of the previous part of the story...

Level of Prize: Level 1 Type of Prize: Art Preferred Method of Contact: Forum

69-70 Alrighty, looks like we left off with everyone gearing up to investigate this totally-not-haunted island. Both Team Traveller and the Iron Fleet are here, but this isn't another case of relentless pursuit, as neither is aware the other is here. Aaat least until the beach crew runs into...

SE11 > Every night, as he drew nearer and nearer to evolution, Alex dreamed of the strange blade made from dragon scales and spells. It was the one destined to cut through his neck. Each time, in that dim haze of a nightmare, his other half would grasp the blade in his mouth, twist his head...

Name of fic - Hands of Creation Link to fic - https://forums.thousandroads.net/threads/pokemon-mystery-dungeon-hands-of-creation.22/ # of Chapters you intend to read - Just 1

129 So Remi never passed on, but she also managed to escape the Voidlands without burning up. At this point my brain was pretty much just like "o yea she's Spice isn't she" but the thought was so self-evident in my brain that it's almost like I'd already learned it before? Or maybe I'm just...