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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...

"I said stay the fuck away from her!" The shadows stretched from Nate to the poochyena, smothering him in darkness.

Nate stumbled back, shaking his ringing head. When he could see properly again, he froze a second, staring down a poochyena bristling, eyes full of fear and anger. Maybe... Then Rocky broke the spell, trying to get in between him and his opponent. "No, stop! Don't hurt him!" the familiar was...

"Wait! Stop, stop!" Rocky threw out an arm as if to grab Nate, but he flinched back from the darkness swirling around him. The shadows were only getting bigger. "It's your funeral, asshole," Nate growled and charged forward with a Take Down.

"Yeah, I'll bet she don't. Probably thinks it's all normal, don't she? It's amazing what kids will adapt to when their parents are sick fucks," Nate said. "Now, are you going to get away from her, or am I gonna have to make you?" "We ought to go home," Rocky said softly. Nate ignored him.

"Fuck no, I ain't looking for no genetics lecture. What, you think you can throw a bunch of science mumbo-jumbo at me and I'll just ignore what's obviously going on here because oh, you're so smart and educated and shit?" Nate sneered, pushing off from the wall and advancing on the poochyena...

"Right. 'Medical Research.'" Nate lifted a hand up, perhaps to make air quotes with it, but ended up simply leaning over against the wall instead. "Less cross people with somethin that has knives for hands, that sure sounds pretty medical. You wanna be a parent? What's the matter with a reg'lar...

"What, you think you can jus ignore me?" Nate said, drawing unsteadily closer to Dave. "Less talk, huh? Unless you'd like the whole team to know what you've been up to. Experimentin on kids. Makin your own... your own lil designer slaves, am I right?" Rocky shook his head vigorously and made...

(( omg, I somehow managed to miss the threadmark title earlier. Nice. 👌 )) Rocky huddled next to Nate, balancing his nerves over what was going on around them against his fear of the shadows that still swirled around the mudkip. Sometimes it almost looked like the tendrils of darkness were...