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Jesse gave Gen an odd look. "You remember Abigail and Palkia both cleared me, right? We saw each other's alignments when I sacrificed my turtle doves. Abigail even named my original gift as proof. You wanna stop givin' me funny glances?" Jesse's face assumed a placid neutrality. "Folks, I'm...

"So it's fuckin' Santa or an associate thereof, is what I'm guessin'," mumbled Jesse. "Some suicide or faked-death shit maybe. Y'ever autopsy the fuckin' body, pal?"

Jesse sank lower. Why did it feel as if time passed so differently for him than the rest? He always needed to sleep... "Okay. Here goes. Elbert, there was not only a PlayStation, but a Wii U here. That a peculiarity at all? And... hnngh. My secret number is G46. And ah... I abstain from votin'...

Author's Note: 2020 certainly was a rough year. I haven’t made the chapter updates I wanted to, but progress has continued apace with the back end of the fic. I have an increasingly comprehensive outline, even more buffer material, and at long last, this chapter. It was a tough one to get...

Jesse sustained a growl. "Well, I ain't never took interdimensional fuckin' theory, but it sure sounds like yer problem t'fix, pal."

Jesse slowly sank to the floor. "Motherfucker I had a soul, I've been sent between worlds and bodies as a soul, but now? Who fuckin' knows. Now I guess we gotta figure whether we're even our real selves."

"Alright... Elbert, we've got a zangoose named Zeke, a seviper named Sevanna, and a fella named Rally we're assumin' is a rillaboom. That sort ya?" He sighed, groaned, leaned back against the wall. Fuck everything. He missed home. "I'm so fuckin' tired. Palkia, please come tell this fella to...

I reviewed Iktsuarpok by @NebulaDreams in week one, and it met the theme at the time. One chapter, ~400w, 2pts. The following reviews were all written at the last minute on week four, and each net a bonus point for the theme. The Meaning of Power by @Cresselia92. Two chapters, ~1300w, 3pts...

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Jesse trudged into the frozen ski lift cabin and leant heavily on the doorframe. "Howdy, fella. Please, at yer earliest possible convenience, turn on the lift. I beg of ya."

"Nah, but I could use a B8."

"Just wanna point out. Fella's name is Zeke. Not Zane. Zeke."

"Elbert, you daft motherfucker, damn near the whole posse is presently standin' in front of another livin' person. A seviper lady with charmin' manners. Meanwhile, we can hear another, livin', non-recorded voice comin' from a loudspeaker elsewhere in town. So, yer fuckin' wrong, and I suspect...

Brisa's entire body shook with fury and fear as Darkwhite's illness became a waking nightmare under the cruel gaze of that motherfucker. A hundred useless thoughts flashed through her head—this is your fault for being in Spirit's Edge instead of helping in the Isle of Light—and she discarded...

Jesse rubbed his nose. It was fucking cold outside. "I'm wonderin' if we can work out who has the other cane, at all. They could already be dead, of course. I ain't got it, I got an insubstantial gift, somethin' in my head and not my hands."

Jesse jolted up out of his reverie. "SHIT! Fuck, sorry. Ah, I just got an answer back from... 'my room'. Is that really what we're goin' with? Whatever. Anyway, it's a fuckin' candy cane. They're both goddamn fuckin' candy canes. Palkia ain't lyin'. They're with us."

Jesse stared at nothing, just past Lee's shoulder. "Once got stuck in a fuckin' endurance dungeon, got knocked out over twenty times in a few hours. Had to go through a fuckin' hallucination gauntlet that showed me nightmare visions based on the darkest shit in my head at the time. But the...

Flygon-centric fic. Obviously this makes it the best. Just kidding, but I do love the concept, as someone fond of flygon and also on the 'why no mega' wagon. I said when you gave me a little preview of the opening that: i think your prose needs to be more efficient about the use of pronouns...

Mark POV! Should be fun. Definitely a different vibe, although not that strong yet. They're not totally dissimilar personalities as far as I can tell... "Civic engagement," nice. Got that realistic drama feel in the dialogue again. I enjoy it. Chuckling bitterly at this Hilary gal not wanting...

Jesse shifted uncomfortably. "Lotta worlds got a lotta problems," he muttered. "Some are existential. Some are... more about whether it's worth draggin' yourself an inch outta the grave each mornin'."