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"Yeah, I was wondering about that, too," Nate said when Buffet mentioned that the group supposedly hadn't left the Air Continent but the bone had shown up in the Isle of Light nonetheless. "So that's how you know they ain't left the place? Kinda a Life sorta feeling, even if you can't tell...

"World like mine, huh?" Nate smiled mirthlessly. "Not too much, I hope. Wonder if she was ever a trainer, then. Not important though. Don't suppose you know what she was up to before she disappeared, do you? No talk of wanting to visit anybody, or taking a job somewhere out of town?" The map...

Yeah, of course. If it woulda been that simple, Buffet would already have told everybody where the marowak was. Presumably. "That's too bad. You happen to know anything about the world Bone came from?" What Bean said, though. Now that was fucking interesting. "Their home continent, huh? Which...

Copies. Well. You just never knew what weird shit was up with pokémon. "Ah. Yeah. I was kinda wondering how that all was going," Nate said. "Thought this might help." He gestured at the bone lying on the table. "We found this in Giovanni's place, right? Supposed to belong to that marowak who...

"Nah, it was no problem," Nate said, ignoring the look he got from Rocky, who'd had to listen to him complaining the entire way. "Thanks for showing up, anyway." It was an undignified scramble, as always, to make it up onto a table where he could be a little closer to eye-to-eye with the others...

"Who the fuck even asks to meet in a library, anyway?" Nate grumbled. He appeared to be walking as far from the shelves as possible, like the books might burn him if he got too close. "I don't know, I think it's nice. It's such a big library," Rocky said. The shade was carrying a large femur in...

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As the poochyena set off again, Nate switched from yelling at Rocky to hollering after the poochyena's little group. "This ain't over yet, fucker! You better stay away from those fucking kids, you hear me? Next time I won't pull no fucking punches! And next time this dickface won't be around to...

The poochyena went sprawling, and Nate only wished he could actually see the fucker's face. He'd ended up on the ground somehow, but now maybe, if he could just pull himself up before the poochyena got his shit sorted... Something hissed, and Nate jerked around, only for something else to grab...

Nate's vision flashed bright and then dark again. Not worth it? Not worth it? You think this is over? You think you can just fucking walk away? I'll fucking end you, you piece of shit. Nate clenched his fists against the ground, breathing raggedly. His temples pounded--was he even still drunk...

Nate came to feeling like he'd been hit by a bus. He was lying on his side on something hard... yeah, the alley. The poochyena, and... must've gotten hit. Shit, that was a lot of blood. Nate considered getting up, but lying here was fine, actually. He ached enough just doing that. Until he...

Fantastic! Thanks for volunteering. Awesome, thanks for volunteering! Generally judges need to review all stories. If there's a very large volume of entries (like more than ~17) and the judges would have trouble handling all of them in a reasonable amount of time, we may switch to a system...

There isn't really an optimal pixel size for the banners, unfortunately, since they're displayed both at a large size on your profile and the little pop-up that shows when people select your username, and the sizes of those displays depends on the style. The maximum file size for a profile...

The mudkip didn't move, but in time color began to leach back into the world around Dave. The mudkip took on a more solid appearance, skin shading through midnight blue to navy to its usual bright color, perhaps a little paler than usual. The puddle around him flushed red. Slowly at first, then...

Correct, a story centering on Sinnoh pokémon (e.g. weavile, abomasnow, chimchar) in a PMD setting would be eligible for the "Sinnoh" theme.

It's time to get ready for our yearly one-shot contest! We're getting started a little earlier this year so people will hopefully have time to get their writing done before exams, but before that writing starts... we need a theme! We're also going to need some judges to help out with the contest...

Nate stumbled away while the poochyena was recovering, favoring his right side. Jesus, where the fuck had that come from? The poochyena was a big fighter, sure, but Nate hadn't been expecting full on go for the fucking throat. Blood and water ran freely down his side, and his head pounded...

Nate laid about blindly, swiping and kicking at whatever patch of black fur he could reach, until the poochyena's teeth sunk in and the pain jolted him back to clarity. "Motherfucker!" he roared. "Get--you fucking--" He twisted in the poochyena's grasp, ignoring how it tore the wound wider, and...

Nate panted, watching the poochyena turn about blindly and yell for his familiar. At least she didn't seem too keen on diving in for revenge, looking more puzzled by his antics than anything. She kept telling him she was right there, waggling a scythe in front of his nose while he carried on...

I've decreased the margin so fewer overlaps happen, but for some especially tall sprites they still will... to me this is the best solution, but if other people find it ugly/bothersome the other options are: sprites go behind words instead of on top of them, sprites get cut off instead of...