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Death is Lonely - 4 parts, 1053 words = 4 points PMD: Double-Edged - 2 parts, 754 words = 2 points

Merry reviewmas! This is probably going to be redundant to what other people said. Oh well. @.@ Prologue: Someone’s about to die, aren’t they? -Very purple prose in those opening few paragraphs. I’m not entirely sure if Nevada here is supposed to be a dig at some rural town there or, like, in a...

Merry reviewmas Part 1: FRESH BLOOD FOR THE BACON GOD -Obvious comment about subverting the god ‘mon gender stereotypes with male Xern and female Yveltal. [cough] Anyway, opening bit mixes some of Yveltal’s dex logic with an actual grim reaper job of sorts. Or, perhaps, in the context of the...

Also two point review for PMD: Elegy for Humanity

"No, you're breathtaking!" Esper pointed at Darkwhite. "Oh, wait, wrong meme."

"Would be kind of hard to stealth into a place like that if a big ol' hole's been blown through it." Esper poked his forehead with his free hand. "Odds are Cray-Cray Kit-tay can get away with it because she's a gag manga character. Y'know, the ones who defy all logic and reality?"

Merry reviewmas Ch 1: Do we all fall down when this is over? 🤔 -Celeste is a cat. Good to know. And how dare Salac interrupt edgy husbando’s beauty sleep. -I think I’d have liked to open with a bit more description for Rainbow Valley. A hillside could mean anything, y’know? -oh hey look an...

"Nobody gives a hoot about ho-hos! They're not nearly as good as twinkies, anyway." Esper turned his nonexistent nose up, aptly failing to realize Ho-Oh was a pokémon.

Logging reviews for tiers + BLECs purposes: Fighting Nature - 5 chapters, 1294 words PMD: Eternal Shadows - 5 chapters, 1371 words

Fighting Nature - 5 chapters, 1294 words = 5 points + 1 for theme (previously reviewed for BLC) PMD: Eternal Shadows - 5 chapters, 1371 words = 5 points

Merry reviewmas Ch 1: Oh boy it’s that 3DS Zelda game people like -Legit unsure what the naming inspiration behind Gen is. Dr. Google notes it’s British slang for information and he’s faking amnesia, so… maybe that? Actually I don’t know your nationality. -Okay, so Gen’s a human from, I guess...

Merry reviewmas! Ch 4 -Oh boy, a Bethesda chapter. This is gonna go great. [brick'd] -Raskin's exhaustion reminds me of an adrenaline crash, so to speak. Nifty. -Sid's right. The bait-and-switch letter thing seemed pretty obvious, though I think that's the point? -Not sure if you were using any...

Bahamut sighed. What a place of privilege this shade's actual counterpart must have come from that he could talk in such a way. But that didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. All worlds could use more budding optimists. Too bad Bahamut was long past such an attitude. "Well, I see how much...

"Can you say that with absolute certainty?" Bahamut's red eyes focused squarely on Pleo's beak. "My dimension has— or, rather, had a Team Rocket. Like this one, they tried to dabble in forces beyond their control. And they were reward with Eternatus blighting out the earth's heavens before...

Esper floated over and poked at Astrid. "Welp. Rip in spaghetti, never forgetti." He saluted the fallen ice fox.

<><><> Back at the guild, Bahamut turned away from the screen that broadcasted the match. So, as it turned out, his team coordinated better in his absence. Or, perhaps, they were just better fighters when there were no stakes involved. Whatever. Perhaps this meant the team would do better if...

Bahamut walked past Pleo until his back was to the shaded lugia. "It's not that it really matters, since the team goes out of their way to avoid me, but on my planet, battling is not something pokémon do to grow stronger or understand one another or whatever drivel that god stuck inside a fence...

Was that praise? Eh, it didn’t matter. He was the team outcast. The loner. The one people consciously avoided. But that was fine. He’d been lonely for aeons. Bahamut simply had to focus on it. Anger. Hatred. Despair. That was what the Blacklight was trying to drown his teammates in. But...

This time a growl escaped Bahamut's lips. He was vaguely aware that this bird was linked to Cabot, but he didn't think that would mean he'd share the cranidos obnoxious unremitting optimism. At this point, Bahamut was starting to doubt this navy Cabot worked for was really anything worth writing...

"Hey! Where's the foul, ref?!" Esper shouted. "These jerks are attacking the press. I've got a badge and everything! I want a red card! Give 'em a red card!" The badge, of course, was the same one he was using to record the battle.