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Nate wasn't in a laughing mood, but he did smile darkly when Diyem's evil bread attached itself to the Overseer's ear. What the hell was going on with the feraligatr?

Same thing I do every year: write 50,000 words of my fanfic, Salvage. I'd be happy to be included in any community goal!

Nate clenched his hands, swallowing down a hot ball of anger. Still going on like the only options were "let Dark Matters take over worlds all over the place" or "torture therapy and conscription with the Overseers." Sure. Two great options. Why even consider anything else? It wasn't his...

Nate closed his eyes and frowned while he listened, still rubbing at his face. He didn't really have a clear picture of what Diyem was saying the situation was anymore. Didn't seem like Diyem really wanted to clear it up, either. "I think it matters," he said after a moment, "if the Overseers...

Nate narrowed his eyes, still dragging at his gills. "Bit different than the story I remember," he said. "So you're saying the Overseers came to kick the shit out of you on your hellworld, then? Took you off for your program then?" He frowned. "How did you come out of your "dormancy" thing in...

Nate grimaced at being compared to Owen, and watched Diyem's display with growing unease. But when there was the chance to get a word in edgewise, he scowled and said, "Uh, I dunno? Whatever the Dark Matter around here gets up to nowadays. Hanging out, not doing much, telling people to fuck off...

Rocky knelt in the back garden of the house, peering into the crawlspace. The pansies around him were beautifully manicured, but Rocky wasn't even pretending to work on them right now. He couldn't really see the shadow, only the glow of its yellow eyes. He could hear it whimpering, though...

Nate ignored the feraligatr. "He's a person," he snarled. "And you've been experimenting on him for hundreds of fucking years as part of some bullshit scheme of yours. And you're expecting me to cheer because now you're going to go out and do that to more people? Diyem wasn't making a hellworld...

"Oh, well that's great," Nate said, ignoring all the blah blah blah about mercy killings and everything being corrupted and all that speculative bullshit. The team always won anyway, who gave a fuck. "Love that. Guy comes in and cleans up some mess that you didn't even want to fucking touch...

Nate clanked his bottle against Starr's glass, then downed the last of his beer, setting the empty bottle aside with a sigh. He settled back in his chair, trying to ignore the attention the other tables were still putting on the curry bowl winners, and said, "Well, what can I say? Guess we won't...

Nate came wheezing up the street almost twenty minutes after the first telepathic messages had come out. Rocky followed close behind, but the familiar was somehow larger than usual, bloated with half-dissolved chunks of meat and ghostly clumps of rice that all sloshed back and forth as he moved...

Oh, I don't know, just thought it might be nice to get a clue who the Overseers in the audience are so we can maybe catch them prepping something instead of being caught off-guard. Or so we'll know who we gotta watch out for if we have to run. Little things like that. But whatever. Guess I'm...

Fuck's sake. Why can't shit ever go down when I'm at least on the right fucking continent?

Welcome to the forums! It's always nice to see another fan of PMD--I think you'll fit right in here. We also have plenty of data analysts and other computer-type people, so feel free to vent about programming nonsense any time; we feel your pain! It's cool that you're running a PMD-flavor TTRPG...

Goddamn. Hey, shitty mightyena! You close enough to sniff out any of those alien fucks?

You know who this guy usually works with? If you tell us what mons to look for, maybe we can figure out where the rest went.

Of course he fucking would. Diyem! Are you all right?

"I bet," Nate said, still grinning. "Must have been an experience, though, huh? Not something you could pull off as a human." At least he hoped not. Jesus. Rocky was accosting the photographer to get his own picture taken, still with all the rice and veggies and reddish sauce floating around in...

Nate smirked again and leaned as far as he could away from the table, doing everything he could to make sure he wasn't in the frame. "Big smile now," he said. "You've gotta make up the slack for Bahamut, right?"

Nate laughed, and Rocky sullenly shoved the last little bit of his curry into his mouth. "Yeah, I figure you gotta be feeling that," Nate said with a smile. "Impressive as shit. Lucky you're an incineroar, huh? Bet you wouldn't have had much luck as a human. Tack that one onto your list of...