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Nate threw up an arm to shield his face from the wind spilling off the tropius' wings. Jesus. Someone was touchy. It was only a matter of seconds before she was gone completely, lost behind the dense canopy of trees. For a second Nate felt like he wanted to call out--what? "Good luck?" "Try not...

Thanks again for putting this together, Sind! Public discussion of the anniversary event will begin this weekend. Look out for more details at that time!

Really enjoy this take on Ho-Oh! Shy inventor bird just wants to be left alone to make cool shit. Dealing with people sucks, and so does her brother. Very fun to contrast this entry with the previous Mewtwo one--going from a myth only emerging to one that goes back centuries and is highly...

Happy birthday! Hope you had a good one.

"What, alone?" Nate asked. "That'd be pretty dumb, too."

Fun? Had to be about the only person in the world who thought that. Nate couldn't tell whether he was exasperated or amused. "Glad you're having a good time," he said, "but there's scary shit out in places like this. Ain't nobody told you that? This ain't where you oughta be looking to have a...

Yeah... they hoped they could stay. And then what? Were a whole bunch of these fuckers going to show up now? Nate couldn't imagine that ending well. Look what had happened the last time a bunch of pokémon from other worlds started popping up out of nowhere. Nate wearily sized the tropius up...

Right, of course. So he was having some kind of fucked-up dream again. Or a hallucination. If it was happening again, that probably meant he was really losing it. Going out of his mind in the middle of fucking nowhere. Nate took a surreptitious look down at his hand. Still the right number of...

The world of humans. The world of humans... With the shock wearing off, Nate was feeling less faint and more pissed. "Let me guess, then," he said. "The world you're from ain't got no humans in it, am I right?"

Nate kept half an eye out for any sign of a trainer lurking around, but still there was nothing. The words really did seem to be coming from the tropius' mouth. It was cold, suddenly, in this middle-of-nowhere forest. "Another world, huh?" Nate asked, wondering if his voice really was that...

Fixed, thank you!

Well, it sure did look like the tropius had just talked. Nate cast another quick glance around for anyone who might be lurking in the bushes, crouched down behind a log somewhere, whatever. What was this, that thing people did with puppets to make them look like they were saying shit...

What? Was that supposed to lure him out or something? Like make him so curious he had to see? Nate stifled a groan, rubbing his face. Well, it was clearly a kid out there, anyway, trying dumb shit like that. Fucking wonderful. "Look," he said, coming out from around the tree. He was confronted...

Nate froze when the voice called out. Like he'd really needed confirmation there was a fucking trainer. A lost one, supposedly. One hell of a lot lost, then. Nate was confident they were nowhere close to an official route, whatever ones might be around here to begin with. Not the kind of place...