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Nate grimaced, watching the team close in around Keldeo. They obviously had to do something about him, but it wasn't like he really enjoyed seeing someone get beat on like that. Not usually. But when he started snarling shit at Mightyena, Nate perked up with a sudden cold shock of realization...

Yup, I think this is just a quiet moment for us to commune with Weavile a bit. Much appreciated! I'd guess so, too! Nice to get a chance to see this part of the storyline after all. Indeed. There's something he's not telling us for sure. Definitely an intriguing line of thought. :eyes: I...

Exquisite Corpse 2024 It's time to kick off the 2024 edition of Exquisite Corpse! An Exquisite Corpse is a frankenfic created by a group of authors working together... without getting the full story of what's going on! Anything can happen as the story passes from one writer to the next...

Okay, the people have spoken! We'll be running with three themes this year, which means we'll be going with the following: Grimdark, Isekai, and Pokémon Snap! Look for sign-ups to open shortly.

Nate sighed and crossed his arms. He wasn't surprised that Keldeo started busting out illegal moves, but it wasn't like he was happy to see it, neither. It was clear that trying to appeal to who he'd been before wouldn't get them anywhere; whatever the reason, he wasn't willing to go there. It...

All right, everyone! It's time for our first judging check-in. At this point, most of the judges have about three of their reviews done, which puts us nicely on track to get the judging out in early September as expected. I'll be back in another couple weeks with a second check-in. Meanwhile...

"Huh?" Nate swung around, looking for the source of the voice. Who was that? The guy who'd been running around with a pachirisu? "Oh. Yeah. Time of my fucking life, you know?" Ouch. Talk about your cold shoulder. Nate frowned. Was he faking, or was there something about the whole...

"Nate," Mightyena said to her damp trainer, who was now lying face-down on the shore instead of on the mantine's back. "You have to get up. It's starting!" "Yeah," Nate said into the crystalline ground under him. "Working on it." Mightyena paced back and forth around him, now and again nudging...

This time, no one was offering an airbus option. Nate lay facedown on the mantine's broad fin, waiting in vain for his stomach to settle. The water was calm enough, but the up-down motion of the mantine's strokes was nauseating enough. Mightyena nosed him a couple times, made sure he wasn't in...

"Ah, yeah. The whole talking thing. That would be a problem." Nate had almost been able to forget that he was speaking with a pokémon, as naturally as though it was someone he'd known his entire life. And he'd definitely been able to forget, for a little while, that that ability would leave him...

I wouldn't be surprised! Then again, Druddigon might have been less willing to work with us than Weavile, and without his help we still probably couldn't have beaten that fragment right there. I could definitely see a trade-off there in terms of more raw power, maybe able to take a fight like...

Mightyena relaxed a bit as, finally, the frenzy seemed to have left all the mankey. The darkness was gone from their eyes... but it still wasn't clear where it had come from in the first place. Keldeo himself, or simply the same phenomenon that had affected him? She hoped, when they talked to...

It's July, and that means it's time for another round of Exquisite Corpse! If you've never played this game before, it's a collaborative storytelling exercise where a group of writers gets together to create a collaborative story--with the twist that each player only knows the last two sentences...

Mightyena winced when the doublade clashed against her Aegislash, briefly pinning her ears back. The sword lunged forward again, leaving its wielder behind, but Mightyena easily blocked its swipe, and it seemed too tired to do more than that. Meanwhile, her own aegislash sounded more than happy...

Mightyena let out an affronted growl when she saw the spectating primeape kick dirt into the meditite's face. Well, now at least her getting involved would make it even! A few members of their group had taken issue with that, and with the brawl as a whole. Mightyena had to agree, but--"Smnf...

For whatever fucking reason, Mightyena'd chosen to go charging straight into the thick of the mankey's little get-together. Nate couldn't help himself--he dashed to the edge of the group, as close as he dared, and watched Mightyena prance around with a sword, apparently enjoying every second of...

I think that's our cue to unleash all our best zingers on DM! :quag: we're totally gonna die Yes... We for sure seem to have Yveltal's actual powers somehow. How those could have been "stolen" is an interesting question. Maybe we're secretly just a very confused smeargle. :P tbh I'd be tempted...

Lunging for the primeape wasn't exactly what Mightyena'd had in mind when she'd told the meditite to take care of the sword, but it turned out he was way better with a blade than she'd expected! Whether he had any psychic powers or no, he obviously knew his way around punching. It was hard to...

Mightyena managed to wrench a honedge away from an unwary mankey, and experienced the same moment of elation any dog would when seizing a particularly large stick. The honedge ruined it, though, by deciding to talk in her head. It wasn't trying to possess her, but there was something obviously...

Talk, talk, talk! A lot of people presented ideas, and a lot of them were even good ones, but nobody seemed quite ready to dive in and make the first move. Not that Mightyena blamed them. She pinned her ears back, momentarily overwhelmed by the mankey's hooting and screeching. Bad memories. But...