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Our "Weird and Wonderful" one-shot contest is now underway! Pokémon are strange and magical creatures, and for our writing contest this year, we want to see you higlight some of their oddest abilities and features! From stories about luxray thieves using X-ray vision to scope out targets to those about trainers bewitching opponents with their stantlers' mystic antlers, any sort of fic featuring a pokémon's unusual lore is welcome! Entries are due at 11:59 PM July 13th UTC.
OVER AND OUT
A gnarled gob of sludge lurched in the water.
Harrah stared, ignoring the stray droplet that splattered onto her face. It rolled halfway down her acrylic body and sizzled away. The porygon’s heal ball could still handle a little poison—thankfully so, because this just wasn’t a...
Summary:
I'm sorry to put this on you, he typed, but I need your help.
(This is so sad—Porygon, play Despacito.)
Rating: PG+
Some cursing, some illegal activity.
Like my other stories, this one is set in a somewhat grittier version of the pokemon world where all trainers start traveling at age...
My take on the genesis of one of the most controversial and underrated Pokémon ever - Porygon. Also, the primary reason why I like these things as much as I do nowadays.
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I watch the streams of data fragments pass by. At least, a part of me does. In this form, I have an unlimited attention...