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"That's good. She was here and we talked and... yeah. Fuck her fucking dad, huh? Team Spectrum's just one big fucking terrible father convention." In more ways than one. He smelled coffee, vaguely wondered if he should ask her to make him some too, but she was probably pretty pissed at him...

"'m fine." Dave shuffled into the kitchen, put the bag down and managed to shift enough stuff around to fit it on a shelf in the fridge. He should get going again, interrogate the fucking parasite. He stood there looking at the door, breathing in and out, his body heavy and unsteady. Fuck...

Dave stumbled his way home after the encounter with Saltriv, the takeout bag swaying. He just had to get in the kitchen and leave it. So long as he could still deal with the parasite. Ask the right questions. What was he going to... Fuck. One way or another, he made it home and managed to open...

Thank you, thank you Without further ado, the long-awaited (for the last three days) actual chapter one, wherein we actually meet our protagonist (and immediately bring the narrative to a halt while he inner monologues for like seven straight chunky paragraphs). Exciting! Chapter 1: The...

Dave started to shrink away from their touch, but some curious feeling of calm came over him and stopped him. For a moment he stood there dumbly, eyes closed, the vine wrapped around his back. "Yeah. Thanks." A moment later he realized Saltriv had done something. A... was that technically a...

1. What are you impressions of the kids so far? Are there any you're particularly interested in following at this point? The characterization of the kids is really strong and coherent! It's one of the biggest strengths of the book to me. Tobias's horrible home life naturally causes his desire...

Dave stared at them, his stomach twisting into a knot. Fifteen. Another fucking kid running around on Team Spectrum this whole time, and he didn't even know. Maybe he should've guessed. A flicker of anger at Diyem floated into his head. On another day it could have been a proper fire, but right...

Empathize...? Dave blinked. Saltriv was out there draining corruption by empathizing with people? That was the big secret of corruption management? Christ. He took another deep breath, pressing a paw to his forehead. The headache from this morning was still pounding at the inside of his skull...

"But why wouldn't-- How does that work? Like, why can you drain some corruption and not some other corruption? What's--" Probably another fucking arbitrary Cibus thing. Goddamn it. "Please try," said Shadow quietly, behind him. Was he still there? Why? He was just fucking... going home, asking...

He stumbled over. "Hey, so--" Talking was hard with a bag in his mouth. He put it on the ground, wobbled on his feet again. "Look, you're... you drain people's corruption, right? I mean, okay, maybe just the Blacklight part, but -- that's got to be an improvement, right? You can help Soda." He...

Dave'd bought way too much food, especially for not managing to eat a whole lot of it. He was going to head to the lab and deal with the parasite, he swore to God, but first he was going to have to drop these leftovers off back home. Couldn't do much of anything carrying all this shit. The...

Reviewed chapter 47 of Salvage.

Well I will just have to keep awkwardly posting reviews for chapters 35 chapters ahead of where the thread is >:/

Welcome to The Quest for the Legends, an original trainer fanfic that I originally started in 2002 when I was twelve, started rewriting from scratch in 2004, and then completed in 2018, exactly sixteen years after it started. I have plans to do a proper rewrite of this story. This is not that...

Beta-read chapter 3 of Different Eyes.

"...Right. Thanks." Just another promise of fun times ahead. "I'll... tell them that." By the glass, Shadow shivered, looking anxiously back at him. Dave reached for his drink again, fighting down vague nausea. "Any favorites?" Like he'd have seen any of the same movies Soda had in his...

Dave sighed. "God, yeah. Fucking chestburster. Movie-grade shit." He really had to go check out the parasite they'd gotten out of Maple, try to get more information out of it. Not that he hadn't known that, but. Soda'd seemed pretty different from how the others'd been affected by the parasites...

"It's not your fault," Dave muttered, looking up slowly. God, Soda sounded like Jack and he didn't know what to do about it. "Got any ideas what it is exactly?" Shadow leaned harder against the glass. "It's okay."

Dave lay there, picking vaguely at his food, looking away. His lungs were still full of lead, his throat burning. Shadow pressed himself against the glass of the cell wall, watching Soda. "I'm sorry we couldn't stop him earlier."

"Always with the fucking gods, huh." Dave let out a barking laugh and cracked open another beer, chugging it down. Shadow stared at Soda. "I don't want you to die. You're one of the best friends I've ever had." "Shut the fuck up, Shadow." "I want to save you. I'm going to try. Even if it's...