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"Uh." Nate turned to look in the direction of Destiny Tower, which glowed as always from its upper floors. Armor or not, falling from there seemed bound to fuck you up. "You sure about that? I guess we ain't supposed to be able to die while we're here, or not for real, but I'd pick somewhere a...

Holy shit. How long did skarmory live? Or maybe the guy was just pulling his leg... or a little not all there. Or maybe from a world where things were kinda off from what he was used to. It was kind of remarkable how much of the team was able to understand each other okay, if they were all from...

"Four hundred fucking years?!" Skarmory lived that fucking long? Well, maybe they could, being made out of metal and all. Nate sure wasn't a fucking expert. But Jesus. "Well, I guess that makes sense," he said after a moment, when he'd had time to think past his surprise. "You obviously get...

Nate couldn't help but examine the skarmory's wings. Looked perfectly normal, yeah. Sounded like there was something there... he most definitely didn't want to touch. Could you just, like, forget how to fly? That fucking sucked. Imagine not remembering how your arms worked or some shit. "Oh...

Yeah, probably he was getting some kind of expensive facial scrub someshit by hanging out around here. What a fucking deal. "Learning to fly, huh? So you used to be human, too?" He didn't know if falling in the water and drowning sounded better than hitting the ground when you were covered in...

Nate didn't even notice the skarmory until he was a couple yards away. Nate stuffed Rocky back in his pack and scowled at the approaching pokémon. What the hell did he want? He was another one of the team, wasn't he? This had better not be more fucking shadow nonsense. If some kind of hazy...

The beach near Destiny Village wasn't as popular as the one near Treasure Town, and no wonder. Didn't exactly have that "fun and sun" kind of atmosphere. Nate squinted against the cold, salt-flecked wind and picked his way over the rocks. No point trying to head too far out; he didn't think...

"Yeah. If you still ain't remembering much else, there ain't much more we can do here, I don't think." He shot the litten an uneasy glance. Daughter of fucking Giovanni, huh? Somehow he doubted she'd want to talk much about that, but holy actual shit. She must have some fucking wild stories...

Nate grimaced. Yeah, that was fucking rough. Though maybe it would be nicer not to remember them and not realize what you were missing... Until some asshole went and reminded you, at least. "Yeah, I mean, they're fucking champions. I'm sure they won't have any trouble. And if they do happen to...

It was a good thing Nate had decided to shut up. He had obviously missed some fairly important shit somehow. The boss of motherfucking Team Rocket might be what? (At least him going on an interdimensional jaunt would explain where the fuck he'd disappeared to.) Maple was what? Why the fuck...

What in the actual fuck was going on? The cosmog was like the litten's mirror universe twin or something? And she'd been Giovanni's fucking daughter this entire time? Nate opened his mouth with every intention of pointing out that there was more pressing shit to deal with here, like how had...

"Huh." So he was talking to a fucking celebrity, then? Of all the random fucking things. This mission had been shit enough without getting Team Fucking Rocket all mixed up in it. "Well, I guess that makes a good start. I dunno, can you... Can you remember anything else now? Like maybe how you...

(( that awkward time when )) What the litten said didn't make any sense. "I mean, yeah, obviously they're in my fucking world. But what the fuck would a Rocket logo be doing on that thing? Ignoring the fact that there shouldn't be any fucking way for them to be here in the first place, Cipher...

"I was doing a whole lot fucking better before I heard anybody mention Team Fucking Rocket. What the hell are they supposed to have to do with that fucking machine? Or, you know, absolutely anything else in this fucking world where humans don't even fucking exist?"

The guild seemed like about the worst place in the entire village to get some space to yourself. Nate stayed for a while simply watching people come and go from the building--a hell of a lot of people. Worse, a fair number of them were people he knew, and who might recognize him and somehow get...

It was a long time coming, but at last I can reveal the last of our exquisite corpses for 2020! It's the Anything Goes corpse, so anything can happen--even more so than in our other corpses. We had nine people writing for this corpse, including: The completed story appears below, and the...

Nice to meet you! Wasn't expecting you to show up here, but thanks for your reviews, too. I'm always up for a journey story, so I'll be sure to check yours out. Hoenn's my favorite region, so if it takes place there that'll be extra icing on the cake. ;) Hope you enjoy your stay here! Glad to...

(( lol, curse of the cute mudkips strikes again )) Marshadow? What the fuck kind of pokémon was that? Nate was picturing something kinda goopy, like a muk mixed with a slurpuff. "Mmm." Nate popped a last potato wedge into his mouth and chewed messily. This charmander seemed entirely too...

Nate watched the stone eat the potato wedge, fascinated despite himself. How the fuck did that even work? He should try that with Rocky, too; the shade had to be hungry, after not eating all day. Maybe... Maybe not here, though. The thought of sticking a potato wedge up against the stone and...

Nate was fully prepared to turn down whatever squished lukewarm soggy excuses for potato wedges the charmander pulled out of his backpa--oh, fuck, those looked really good, actually. He hung back warily for a moment, hunger warring with every instinct that this was a trap while the charmander...