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Pokemon Rejuvenation Development Blog

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  1. I didn't even stop by here, but I already congratulated Jericho personally.

    Dan, thanks for being here. It wouldn't quite be the same place without you. There are lots of things that wouldn't have happened, had you not been around...perhaps one of those things is me even being in this community and as active as -I- am....(which is hardly anything that you do, to be fair.)

    Well earned, both of you. Please don't cause me to get fired....you both put it in....it's intimidating.

  2. How the West Was Won

    I never said it would be easy, but the winnings aren't measly,

    said the barkeep lookin' sleazy, as he filled my cup with more.

    Now Gordon was a fellow, who ain't known for being mellow,

    would enthuse the color yellow, just to cause my eyes to sore.

    I struggled much to take a listen, to his hasty proposition,

    had to see what I was missin', of this illustrated lore.

    Soon horses I unhitched, mounting saddles I hand stitched,

    leaving barkeep very ticked, as I rode off out to shore.

    Hours I had invested, by the sunlight I was tested,

    till I found the treasure nested, and I dug into it's core.

    I've since had things to run, and had countless bouts of fun,

    put my hair up in a bun, 'neath the bonnet that I wore.

    and that's why I'm the best, to ever come from way out west,

    and now I think I'll take my rest, because this trochee's now a bore.

    Soon, I may give you more.

  3. Brunhild the Deathless

    Right, left, right, left,

    Footfalls down the trenches.

    Cannonfire, pounding heart,

    and dreams of safe park benches.

    Smash, crash, whack, crunch,

    Shattered glass on the road.

    Vehicles stop, people rush,

    and life's become a load.

    News, shock, frantic haste,

    tears begin to flow.

    blood boils and heart races,

    nothing is white as snow.

    If all you called home was stolen and ruined,

    You too would come to fear,

    The only things that keep you moving,

    are the things that seemingly disappear.

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  4. Poem dumps seem to be the rage these days. I suck at them, so this aught to be fun.

    To you, for you know who you are...and I don't.

    Brandishing a Sword at a Man With No Arms

    Hope, remorse, cheer, forlorn,

    Where is the world that you have reborn?

    How is something ever so small,

    supposed to recover from such a great fall?

    Is it through effort in all of our works,

    or through our faith as we unplug our corks?

    How is someone invested in victory,

    subjected to endless living in misery?

    How is one who learns from defeat,

    one who's deemed favored and shares my seat?

    How is the sea always so blue,

    yet is to be argued of a different hue?

    Is it through eyes as we look overboard,

    or through our minds as we are attached by a cord?

    Why is it that we live with pain,

    when several worse others find nothing but gain?

    Is it through fairness, kept hidden by Thine,

    or is it through lies, from this mouth of mine?

    Loves, deaths, a crown, made of thorn,

    I live in the world, that you both have Reborn...

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  5. Now that I've thoroughly been exposed, I suppose I should give the whole purpose of the work in some sort of organized detail.

    - I don't usually write flash fiction, and it's been a considerable amount of time (years) since I've illustrated any kind of fiction work at all. This work was also not put through the typical writing process, and I was absolutely not equipped with any sort of plan. I woke up, and regurgitated the words as they hit my brain. I wasn't expecting a work that made much sense at all, and when I finished it, I was satisfied not with my output, but with the scenario having some semblence of story quality. If I were to pay 100 percent more attention to detail, plan beforehand, and check the progression of my story multiple times, I -know- I can do better.

    - Nona is a character that I intentionally decided to remain "distant". Ame, after reading and re-reading several of your points, I get the feeling that I did so in a manner that wasn't satisfying from a reader's perspective, and as a writer, I can assure you that many things about the story -at this point- are not up to snuff on my own end, but it seems you as a reader expected this story to make some sort of progress - in the form of character development. This largely didn't occur because I didn't want Nona to change. I can definitely see a reader being disappointed if they hold that expectation. I was going for sheer suspense, I ended on the pointed phrase "Touche..." not because I wanted her to show a little bit of her personality, but because it felt like the perfect cliffhanger to me. There were several other things that made the story hard to follow in your case, and that certainly detracts from the effect of a sudden ending with no resolution, because I didn't do a good job of throwing the reader a bone beforehand. I just don't think I had to make Nona into an epic hero or give her character a climax or pivot in the process, as well as I really didn't want to, regardless of it helping the work as a whole.

    - GotWala, I think you may have read a little too much into it, as opposed to Ame struggling to understand it much at all. There wasn't a moral to the story. I just woke up and threw whatever was on my heart on the page. Don't be afraid to lay any qualms on me either, but thank you for your praise.

  6. The rain hammered the adobe-styled dwelling continuously that Christmas Eve. It never was common for it to rain here in the first place, and when it did, it was usually just cause for dropping whatever the hell you were doing and running out into the middle of the street with your arms outstretched as if one was to embrace God in thanks. If I were spending the holiday alone, like I normally did, that's probably what I would have done too.

    "Nona, dear, ...are you going to open it?"

    David was being awfully patient. Again.

    I decide the best course of response would be to smile and nod, then begin gently removing the shiny wrapping paper from what ended up being a small felt box, usually known for containing jewelry. Moments like this were supposed to be shocking. This was the point where I was supposed to infer that the man next to me was laying his life at my feet, and how he chose to spend the rest of it was in my hands. This was supposed to be the part where I began to cry.

    ...This was supposed to be the part where he started his sales pitch. I guess he wanted me to see what was in the box first. I open it, and much to my lack of surprise, it -was- a ring.

    ...however, my eye doesn't catch my knight in shining armor on one knee. My ear doesn't register a proposal. Instead, I see David on both knees, and I hear sobbing. Something wasn't right, alright, but it wasn't me who was feeling it.

    "David....w-what's wrong? I think it's...it's beautiful....I like it, really..."

    "Nona, I intended to propose to you the traditional way tonight..but....but..."

    "Regrets are fine, really..." I lied, flawlessly shelving my disappointment of there being a reservation ...or was I even upset at all? Whatever, my pain wasn't important at the moment..

    "No Nona, There's nothing I want more in this world than to spend the rest of my life with you...It's just...I didn't buy the ring....It was given to me by my mother...who...died this morning...."

    David's mother lived a very a rugged life. Drank, smoked, cursed, beat the living tar out of the man when he was a kid. She definitely fit the bill of the "evil in-law" that I wasn't sure I wanted with how many insults she hurled at me. All the same, it was David's mother's ring... A woman that hated my guts allowed him to use her very own engagement ring to propose...to me...

    First thing was first I had to allow him to ramble while I decided if I was really sorry for his loss. It would have been petty to have not been.

    "David....I'm...I'm so sorry...I don't know....I don't know what to say..."

    "I know my presentation was pathetic, but you always could say yes."

    Touche...

  7. No qualms with the first one. The other two suggestions are good as well, but need some clarification and rationale behind their wording to some degree.

    Advertisement doesn't have to be on other forums, but it -can- be on the server and status update feed, assuming it's not worded as an advertisement. Obviously, advertisement would break community rules, so I'm not sure how I want to word it as it would be a clarification on an already established rule, that depending on the instance and context, may not even be an infraction at all.

    Copying others work is indeed bad, but what would that person gain from posting it -here-? A technique many artists (and yes, I do call writing an art) use is the concept of thievery in bits and pieces, and since we're not really "grading" most of the centent here and it serves the author no benefit in doing so, I don't know if I can really "not tolerate" it to some degree. Are you calling for a citation page, or having things quoted?

  8. "Jack Frost" - Dan/Siberian Guardian - A.K.A, the Mad Hatter, A.K.A. "This is now a Spiderdan Thread", A.K.A. "GARRY, Garry, Garry..", A.K.A ....um..I'll stop now.

    Snow Queen - In return, I'll nominate Morgan (Soft Taco Bear Tanuki Un....Taco Bear)

    Polar Monarch - Godot/Zagan - A.K.A Just kidding can't stop won't stop, A.K.A. Emerald, A.K.A "I know Nothing", A.K.A. "I'm gonna run over Hilda with a Donphan.", etc, etc.

  9. "There is a time for everything,

    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    2 a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    6 a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    8 a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace. - Ecclesiastes 3

    ---

    Hello, authors and readers alike. *yep, this mic works*

    I ask that you all pay heed to a couple of "rules" that I have -finally- come up with, and like the other pinned forums, this will be up to suggestion for a short while before being locked.

    • Please use Feedback thread for feedback only. Allow the writer's story thread to be theirs alone, and respect other readers' right to an uninterrupted read. The only time it is okay to comment in a story thread is when the work is clearly finished. Authors, it would help to link to your Feedback threads at the top of your original post, as well as signify when you have completed your work.
    • Please do not post works that are prohibited in this forum, for whatever reason (be it being disrespectful, belonging to another forum, etc.~ There's another pinned thread with the details.
    • Please do tag your works, authors.
    • Please follow general community rules.

    That's all I have (for now), and if you guys have more additions, then I will happily add them. ~Happy writing, friends.

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  10. WHOA THERE Ame. You can't steal my heresy warning...What the heck man...That crap is copyright-..ah, whatever.

    Also, I got a kick out of this "brief" moment.

    &Godojira: are you saying that we don't hafta wear clothes here?
    +DobbyTheElfI: I don't, i'm in my homes bedroom
    +DobbyTheElfI: (Y'all can just enjoy that imagery)
    Kyoyo: I will.
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