I decide to make another foray into capturing before continuing.
I nab trubbish, who apparently hang out in the grass around the waste facility that doesn’t use them, and then realize I still don’t have a stufful.
Much suffering commences, but eventually, I get a damn stufful.
I’m sick of playing Moon late and having it be bright noon, and also of missing all the nighttime pokemon, so I change the time settings and then go hunting cleffa. (more…)
My pokemon could stand to level up a bit more, and I’m missing a lot on this island, so I’m going to ignore the event flag and try to add more to the pokedex.
Togedemaru, for example. (more…)
Well, it’s destroyed ghost-filled shopping mall time! (more…)
Right, so there will be a delay returning to Moon and so instead there will be an end to the delay of Grave Peril.
Last time, Harry’s bullshit “reasoning” led him to figuring out the nightmare wanted revenge for that time Michael killed it, at which point he declared he needed to go warn Murphy.
We open this chapter with him attempting to explain his equally bullshit decision:
There’s a kind of mathematics that goes along with saving people’s lives. You find yourself running the figures without even realizing it, like a medic on a battlefield. This patient has no chance of surviving. That one does, but only if you let a third die. (more…)
“Also it IS perfectly acceptable to create a line of dialogue in the way as I have in here. It’s something I’m exceptionally picky about. I would know since I’ve honestly attained a bachelor’s degree in the English writing field and have never had these taken off or commented on before.”
I was going to ask if you guys thought any other field had so many degree-holders hellbent on proving their degree means nothing, but then I remembered that animal sciences person arguing that all female animals come standard with boobs, and there’s those architects making accidental death beams, so yeah, presumably this is just one of those eternal constants.
(more…)
“This is something I do for me! I’m not looking for anyone’s approval, especially not yours!“ (more…)
“When I played Black 2, I beat Cheren with a Riolu, and I beat Iris with the same Lucario. Would you rather I used my plan B, which was a Zorua? Does that seem more rare to you? I thought so.” (more…)
“I believe I don’t need a bata reader.“ (more…)
So while, as usual, I got sick of doing the romance side of things pretty quick, this year I pawned it off on somebody else! And because now somebody else was going to see them, and because I knew that genre labeling on FFN is rather inconsistent, I said to send back any fics that might be interesting so I could review them in the end.
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In which I somehow manage to finish all of this on time.
In which there is yet another of those fic where pokemon segregate themselves based on type. There are so many other ways you could segregate people! So many other options for discrimination! Why won’t writers embrace the diversity of ways to hate diversity? (more…)
Some extremely weird stabs at pokemon as thinking individuals today. (more…)
Some new stuff! Mostly, same old same old.
Today’s theme turned out to be pokemon personalities.
