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Nate leaned in close to the floating image of "Eternatus." Glowy, dragony, spiky sort of thing. Sure. And the projection was pretty slick. Must be handy, having a magic paintbrush growing out your ass. "Yeah, I'd call that pretty goddamn big," he said, eyeing the comparison wailord. Maybe not...

(( ty for name-dropping Eternatus there. I had no idea how I was going to get there, since Nate's never heard of one. -_-; )) "Right... So then the distortion shit don't mean Dark Matter at all. Else you would've seen it before now. So everything I was thinking... Fuck, I have to start over...

Since I've seen some people wondering what to read for the Review Blitz this week, I thought I'd pull together a brief list of qualifying fics. These are all new stories (posted in the last month) by new authors! Check some out if you'd like to help welcome some new members to the community--in...

"Yeah. I got to imagine. That makes sense, though. New worlds, new name. Feels like I got more names than I can shake a stick at, these days." And when you joined up with a team of superheroes, you needed a real superhero identity, didn't you? Rocky was back to bouncing around the room...

"I'm guessing you, uh, usually went for the 'force' option," Nate said. A name like "Blade" did suggest a particular way of solving problems. "S'ppose you can't really make people accept something, so that one would be kinda hard." Rocky looked enthused about something, tail lashing and flames...

Yeah, saw that one coming. So, basically anything could have happened, and if there was anybody who knew what actually went down, it was probably... that other world's Dark Matter, if that was what had actually triggered the big explosion thing. The planet blowing up was probably the simplest...

"Well... I kinda didn't want to go there, but yeah, I think it's possible the Dark Matter from Telum got mixed up in this, too." He cleared his throat and fixed his eyes on Maple's shade-stone. God, how to even fucking approach this one. "But Shield being around don't necessarily mean all the...

"Yeah, might be a good idea to go look for them again," Nate said. "Would pretty much fucking suck if the next time somebody popped over to the Reverse World they found everybody all shadowy and pissed. But, like, add it to the fucking good idea pile. What I meant was if you could see those...

Nate stopped tracing. "It's a machine?" No, that wasn't right. Dialga and all them hadn't had anything on them. And obviously there wasn't anything making whatever "distortion" was supposed to be around him, or anybody else on the team. Or the shades, but--"Hang on. You couldn't see the shades...

Hello, welcome! It's awesome that you're pursuing professional writing as well as having fun with fanfic... and I'm always up for more Guzma content, personally! Fanmade legendaries sound like a good time to me, too. I look forward to seeing your story once you're ready to start posting, and I...

Okay, quick poll: club combining PMD/non-PMD, separate for those two genres, or something else? Other than that, I think we pretty much just have to settle on an initial fic and a start time... after the end of the blitz is probably good, since people will most likely be doing a lot of reading...

Was hoping to do another one tonight, but let's just say that this evening hasn't gone how I would have hoped! So: a review for "The Meaning of Gifts," one chapter, one point, 901 words.

Oh, fuck's sake. More fucking memory problems. Two fucking things about this world, the goddamned food names and the fact that not a single damn person remembered even one piece of useful information at any point in their fucking lives. "Yeah, I got a feeling who might be responsible there, you...

Nate nodded. Good to know she had something planned; he'd been getting worried, after the amount of time that had passed. "Yeah, sounds about right. You thinking of bringing Shield along? I know he's under arrest and all, but he was the one who busted Rayquaza and them out, right? Seems like he...

Hey, what's up? Nice to see you posting something here. What a cute little holiday fic! I always enjoy reading short stories like these... It's fun seeing characters let their hair down a bit, and there can be some real interesting worldbuilding in seeing how the holidays are portrayed in...

"Oh. Well, I guess that's okay. They can stay the same if they want to. But it's boring being a rock!" Rocky reached out and poked the stone. "You should come out and play!" "Rocky, leave it alone," Nate said without taking his eyes off Maple. Last I heard what? Where the fuck was she hearing...

"Ooh!" Rocky rushed past Nate, nearly knocking the mudkip head over heels in his haste to get over to Maple's table. "You have a shade! That's so cool! What's its name? You already named it, right?" Well, at least Rocky's blathering might distract Maple enough that she wouldn't notice Nate's...

"Every time I come here, I swear it's going to be the last time," Nate said. He wasn't exactly striding down the hall, since mudkip don't stride, but he was moving about as fast as he could without actually running. "Every fucking time. And then what happens? Three days later I'm back here again...

"I would watch you, too!" Rocky said brightly. "It wouldn't be boring at all. Today wasn't boring!" He beamed. "And I could! I'd win all the money. You're right, Mudkip would like that." "Yeah, you got me," Nate said, smirking. "I ain't gonna say no to cash. Though I guess it don't really...

Ohhh, I see. I'll be on the lookout for that, thanks!