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Sup, back to look at chapters three and four! But first, I know you went back over the earlier chapters to try and make the POV consistent, and I think you got a good start on it! There were a few places where you missed some third-person language, though, like here: Should be "what I was...

Hey, Anthony! I saw you posted this earlier, but didn't get a chance to check it out until recently. The PMD2 ending is a great choice to focus on for a one-shot; it's a really emotionally-charged sequence, and there's a lot you can do to expand it by focusing on the characters' thoughts and...

Hey, what's up! Figured I would check this story out, since I always enjoy a good trainerfic. I like the mix of classic elements (I mean, we're starting with the good ol' "getting a starter" deal) and your own takes on things--like the way we end up getting that starter, heh. This review covers...

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(( that awkward moment when you post at literally the same time as the dm )) Nate pawed frantically at his bag when light started pouring out of it, squinting and swearing against the glow. He held Rocky up, eyes still watering, and saw the same golden ring as before scintillating around the...

Dang. Hope I get to hear it someday, haha. I'm perhaps even more intrigued about how you got to Bench from Undertale!

Welcome! It's awesome that you only just got into PMD but are already inspired to start writing fic for it. I guess it must have just grabbed you, huh? Glad to see you here, and I'll try to check your story out! (So many new stories posted this month that I need to read! @_@) I feel like I...

"Huh. So she may not know what's up herself? Hadn't really thought of that." That did put a different spin on things, didn't it? Bad enough to crash-land in the middle of an unknown crisis and have one of your squad go missing; a whole lot worse to deal with that shit if you couldn't remember...

Nate stared transfixed at the golden ring that slithered around Rocky's uh, midriff. Equator. Whatever. "Oh, uh, I thought when you said it was gonna take some time, you meant like a week or some shit," Nate said, staring at the play of golden light. Now there was some real pokémagic. You didn't...

Nate sighed. "Sounds better than nothing, at least. Guess I can't really leave the guy here for you to take a look at. But if there's anything you can do... Yeah. That'd be great." He tucked Rocky back into his bag. It was fucking stupid, feeling like shit over that. He already knew he was...

Nate closed his eyes when the beam of light shot towards him, cringing despite himself. His jump when the attack boomed against the wall wasn't exactly very dignified, either. Ah. So Arceus had been planning to kill him all along? What a huge fucking waste of time. Nate looked up at the smoking...

"Oh, really? That's funny, because I remember it really fucking differently." Good Christ. What was with all this nonsense about friendship? It was like some kind of nightmarish summer camp where everybody was all up in each other's business and so concerned about whether little Johnny made...

"What friends?" Nate asked in exasperation. "What's going to happen to them? What happened the last time anybody on 'Team Spectrum' disappeared mysteriously? Oh, that's right, fucking nothing, because everybody was more interested in their own little personal dramas than actually trying to do...

"Well, if it works like Diyem said and I end up at the same time that I left and don't remember shit, then I guess they aren't gonna react at all. Nobody'll notice shit, and we can all be on our merry way. If not, and I've been gone a while, then I mean I guess I hope they'd be... happy to see...

Well, that certainly was a godlike display. Nate grimaced. Why did he get the feeling this was going to hurt? "What? You mean, like, why you instead of Diyem? Ain't he spending all his energy looking for suspicious shit and making sure we don't completely suck? Other than that, who were you...

"Look, I didn't come here looking for no therapy shit. I don't want to be here. You don't want me here. Let's make a fucking deal, you know? You can't do it? Whatever. You got a price? Name it. Anything else and we're just wasting fucking time."

"I mean, I just said it, didn't I? I ain't a hero. I ain't a fighter, neither. In fact, probably the most badass I was at any point on this stupid fucking adventure was when I was, was blowing up my own fucking teammates. And the smiley charmander as good as told me I'm going to go insane and do...

It took Nate a moment to parse what Arceus was trying to say. God, it was like talking to a fucking parody. God, a parody of fucking God? Whatever. Or maybe he had Diyem's excellent translation skills to thank. For a second he had the overwhelming urge to ask what it was like, having to deal...

For a second there the holy voice of Arceus sounded a lot like that insufferable necro-whatever, and Nate was wondering if he'd taken a wrong turn somehow. Or maybe the legendary space thingies liked to hang out with each other, who knew. But when His Godliness went on to proclaim it a joke...

Destiny Tower wasn't exactly easy to ignore--you could see it no matter where you went, out there being all tall and glowy and shit. Kinda put thoughts of divine intervention in your head, whether that was usually the kind of thing you went in for or not. It was fucking stupid, of course. The...