Candy

And if Newt wounds up a cop from the scenario #1 (aka Amber is cult) then I'd suggest the doctor to protecc him

If Newt is willing to die if Amber is town, there's two possibilities: 1. he's town and has a role that allows to sniff out cultists (because I don't think it's wise to random guess while putting his life at risk since there are by far more town than cultists, and so the odds are against random guessing favor) 2. he's a cultist and wants to get rid of town or the other cult's members, so he doesn't mind risking his life to accomplish this goal. Idk how useful #2 would be since he'd end up dead if Amber turns out town (which again, is likely to be the case just by odds). It'd be -1 and -1.

Caimie advocating for Nano and Amber is suspicious because it's risky. if they turn out to be cultists, she gonna be next target of town's wrath

dunno if you dun this but name that flabebe Candy after yours truly~ pix pix~. pix~

From Everland to Reborn ~ Episode 69 I thought there was something wrong with my eyes. It took me a great deal to get used to the lack of depth perception and overwhelming contrast of colors. However, once I got somewhat used to my surroundings, I realized there was nothing the matter with my eyes, but everything the matter with the glitch world itself. The room I stood in was all flat, as though I were on a 2D plane which shifted every time I took one step forward. The only other “person” in the room was a boy wearing a hat, but he instead looked like a child’s hand-drawing, again, without a third dimension. Moreover, it turned out that what I initially thought was too strong a contrast of colors, was nothing more than everything being grayscale with overwhelming use of black or white. It was a little more alarming when I checked myself and saw that my skin and my clothes had turned grey scale as well. If I had looked pale when my blood conferred me at least a tint of red on my skin color, now I could completely pass off as a paper cut-out. “Pikachu? Where are you, bud?” I called, for Pikachu wasn’t sitting on my shoulder as he had been but a moment ago. I looked around, but there was not a sign of him, and literally no place to hide in the small room. I checked my belongings, but everything else seemed to be in good shape. Right then, a giant text box appeared diagonally on top of the flat boy, and someone started typing. “Vanilla. The program only allows a “Player 2” and their six pokemon in pokeballs, so your mimikyu(?) was prevented from accessing. He’s here with us, no worries.” I looked backwards, to a pitch-black void where I imagined Samson, Ciel and Pikachu were watching me from. “Well, that’s unfortunate,” I said. “But I don’t think this business should take too long.” Moving closer to the only exit out of the room, the doodle boy suddenly reacted to my footsteps and stopped me before I could push the doors open. I thought he wanted to do me physical harm, so I tried punching him, only for my punch to pass through his head as though I were punching air. Whether Terra was capable of coherent thought or not, she apparently foresaw that I would try to do exactly what I was doing. “You can only pass here only if you have the VOLTBADGE,” he said in an eerily robotic voice, like the automated text-to-voice converted voices. “Oh! That is the VOLTBADGE! Go right ahead!” Hence, I passed through, even though the inconsequential question remained, of how the little guy could see through my badge case to know that I had the Volt badge. On the other side of the doors awaited me a wide zigzag road with a few policeman-looking doodles guarding the way. Similar to the first boy, they allowed me to pass through because I had the appropriate Gym badges, without physically checking them even once. When the guard who asked me for the Omen badge let me pass through, out of nowhere a giant mallet landed inches in front of my face. The impact had, however, crushed the policeman doodle and broken a few “tiles” of grass. “Awwwhh, boobiecakes, I missed,” she said. “Hashtag wut. Hashtag ever.” Even though she entered the same game as me, Terra had somehow retained all her rainbow colors unlike me. “I’ve come to challenge you-” “Ima pound you next time,” she cut through my sentence and proceeded to smack the ground with her mallet until she had created a mess of random fragments of whatever game this world was based on. “Heh, you’ll never catch me now,” she smirked. “Physics, away!” From nowhere she came, and likewise to nowhere she went. She left me stuck there, unable to pass because of the broken ground. “Now what am I supposed to do here?” I thought aloud. “Perhaps I’m supposed to go back the way I came, but I didn’t see any side path I could take.” Nonetheless, I took a few steps backward, when the textbox from earlier popped up again, and Samson typed his advice for me. “Try going down the hole with a ladder. I think you should be able to walk up to it.” I checked the broken tiles, and indeed found a hole that had a convenient ladder to go down. I walked up to it and prepared myself to climb down, when the mere step on the tile warped me to an entirely different place. I was now standing in a cave, though the patterns on the ground made the place look carpeted. There were a few trainers, other variations of doodles, who challenged me to quick battles. I took notice that I wasn’t the only one who had been affected by the teleportation into this game world, since all the members of my team were looking odd as well. They all were shades of a single color, and their shadows were unnaturally dark. Queen of Hearts, in particular, was quite distressed to find her crown and legs colored a vegetable green, and it took some reassuring on my part that she was looking pretty even with the change. Perhaps I didn’t sound convincing enough, but Queen of Hearts was rather satisfied with my response, and gave me a quick hug before returning into her pokeball. The odyssey continued. Exiting the cave, I was surprised to find myself on concrete floor. The cave was apparently situated within a square building. I wasn’t an artist, but I wondered what encouraged that aesthetic choice in Terra. After passing a girl who confirmed my having the Blight badge, I went down the stairs or rather walked over them. Even though the place was still greyscale and the people were caricatures, I couldn’t help but get a visual illusion that I had been there before. “This place… it’s Opal Ward,” I blurted out. I turned 360 degrees. The square building where the Grand Hall stood, the miniature gardens with the gargoyle statues, then two stairs on the east and north, each guarded by a boy. I had recollections of punching the guy on the eastern stairs in the gut early on, when I had just arrived in ribbon City. Perhaps I should apologize to him, if I ever see him around again, for now that I thought about it, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wasn’t always that explosive. On the west of there, I found another blockade of random fragmented tiles. Given how I had reached the cave by stepping on a specific tile, I tried going down the “stairs” tile. I was correct, and it transferred me to another map. This one had another set of stairs, but it was a loop. No matter how many times I went up or down the stairs, I found myself in the same room, with one doodle boy standing and a bunch of arrowhead tiles on the floor. There was another door to the south of that part of the room, but when I tried pushing and pulling it, it didn’t budge. It took Samson and me a while to figure out how to open the door, but we found out that the arrowhead tiles were a sort of password, which I had to step on in the correct order in order to unlock the door. I once again found myself in an odd place, a small town where every building save for one teleported me back to the previous arrowhead room. Before going into the one building that I was supposed to head into, I took note of a makeshift gravestone with the name “C4T3LyN ‘3CL1P53’ F1SH3R” engraved onto it. I found Terra’s morbid sense of humor disgusting. Next, I found myself in an area very reminiscent of the Byxbysion Wastelands. since I still remembered my way around there, I quickly found my way to one of the buildings where I had once talked to a guy taking refuge from the rain and asking whether I had seen a Squirtle. However, Terra’s glitch world did not contain the inside of the building as it was in real life, and instead had a floor full of giant rocks everywhere. I found a steel gate blocking my way, but no arrowhead puzzle to solve this time around. “Check the gargoyle statue,” Samson typed. “Knowing Terra, the positioning of that statue there seems suspicious.” Indeed, I found a hidden switch on the back of the statue. I pressed it, without much thought, but that was the last thing I ever did. The next thing I knew, I was engulfed in heat as I ever felt, and nothing. Nothingness forever. “What? What just happened?” Samson said, as he beheld the broken computer display spazzing. However, the computer did not respond to his question. Only the soft buzzing sound continued, until the computer finally died on its own, never to turn on again. VANILLA RATES: REBORN CHARACTERS

I can;t believe this. this is disgusting, beyond disgusting. it;s the ugly power dynamic abuse which is everywhere, but Idk no matter how many times it happens, it;ll never not be disgusting to me.

yikes missed two calls Seki, you there?

really? wot I wasn't informed

seki used underhanded methods to call me to this thread but I didn't see notification until now lol I'm not Sol but maybe he will come now-ish? ... Sol? hello~?

no one ever catches me Corso you comin'?

It's like dry stuff that you add hot water to and becomes a meal. Lil candy thought it was magic!

There was once when I was like 8 when I thought I didn't need to bring lunch to school but then I did (cause I was a dumb kid). My homeroom teacher volunteered some ca$h and bought me my first ever cup noodles. I was impacted by how yummy that was. The end

hey there let's add some sugar into this

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henlo and welcome~ brave to nuzlocke Reborn, but kuddos for making it to Noel

It's always interesting to hear of people who choose to trust El over Radomus I could never do it in any of my playthroughs cause I just like Radomus as a character way too much haha Saphira! I think her hair is on point but she wouldn't be someone I'd befriend cause there's no space for "friends" in her tight sister circle. I do like her as a character though. Sharp as a knife, much like Tania.

Well I thought your reactions were interesting to read so there's that Shelly is best Reborn girl prove me wrong~

Henlo random but your nickname is the same as my dad's real name @Nocturne. Good ol' days Anyhow, welcome to forums~ I also like this game not only because of the engaging story but also the challenge that is to beat everyone. It's definitely not something I'll experience again in the canon games.

I think they look ok to me, but scorbunny is the best as I predicted also it seems if these are correct, Ash will get a scorbunny as starter when he visits Galar

Given the field, fighting or ground type moves will be the way to go. I actually caught one excadrill in the desert just to sweep half her team with maxed stats lol (I'll link the video in a spoiler, in case you want to resort to fighting fire with fire haha). Another good advice would be to exploit the seeds- since Tania uses a lot of physical attacks, the King Shield summoned by the seed will protect you and decrease her mons' attack. Also, unrelated but lovely profile pic you have there!

Henlo and welcome~

Don't ask me, they were somehow able to extract field info in original story, so they must've hacked in somehow. Personally I think Terra doesn't have an issue with that and left her PC hackable because if she didn't want to be pursued, she wouldn't have had an option for "Player 2" xD That's especially funny because Ciel never negates the thong, which implies she is wearing one haha If there's a multiverse, I wonder if other universes also follow a set rule of physics

haha yah, I like that part actually. I just don't like blocks of text and avoid them as much as possible unless absolutely necessary, so I cut that part out. Fun fact: newer episodes of Reborn replaced "Batman" to "super hero comic"

From Everland to Reborn ~ Episode 58 We finished delivering the food stock to the citizens, and they thanked us for our help. The mayor told us that now that the giant ice blocking Ametrine Mountain was gone, they would resume the transport of goods with the rest of the region. As we were getting ready to leave Ametrine City, Heather asked for a moment to say her farewells to the guy with the Articuno, who had helped her smuggle food before. According to her, he had rented an apartment in the same building as Blake, but it had been days since she’d seen him last, given that she’d been trapped inside a hut. I knew she would not find said guy in his apartment, with good reason, but didn’t stop her from going there with Shelly. Cal, Pikachu and I stayed behind, shopping for medicines and organizing our belongings. “I was surprised to see Shelly taking the initiative to fight Blake by herself,” Cal commented. “She was hesitant, but she agreed to try to slow him down while I took care of some personal business,” I said as I checked the content of my medicine bottles and trashed those which were empty. “She has changed a great deal by spending time with you,” he said. “Yet, I clearly recall you refusing to help her escape her shell.” I remembered the brief talk about Shelly Cal and I had on top of Pyrous Mountain a long while ago. I stopped whatever I was doing to look at him. “Indeed. I didn’t coach her to take the reins of her life, for I’m definitely not one that could boast about having life controlled,” I shrugged. “But if she took the parts of me that aren’t a mess, and combined them to improve herself, then I am nothing but impressed and satisfied.” Cal simply nodded and smiled. Instead of continuing with the chatting, we tended to our baggage once more. As I was taking out stuff that I didn’t see a use for and depositing them into the PC, Pikachu approached me still holding Wolfie’s diary in his dark gray hands. “Oh Pikachu, you’d been holding onto that all this time? I’m glad I entrusted it to you, because it’d likely have fallen off the cliff in the avalanche otherwise.” My throat stung as I spoke. I shook my head and I pushed Aladdin out of my mind. Pikachu held the book out for me, and I carefully put the book on the back of my backpack. “I might read it sometime, but I’d rather not right now,” I told Pikachu. “I would much prefer to keep Wolfie’s privacy, for as long as I can live without reading off a page from the book.” That wasn’t really the reason, however. I only said so because I was aware that Cal was at hearing distance from us, and I didn’t wish to tell him information that was no business of him to know. If I ever read Wolfie’s diary, I wanted it to be when my senses could be focused to take in every single word that she’d written; otherwise I felt it would be disrespectful to her memory. Yet, given Aladdin’s recent mostly-suicide, I didn’t feel like I could attain that level of focus. Not much longer had Cal and I waited in silence, when Shelly and Heather returned. “We couldn’t find him,” Heather shrugged. “Maybe we could ask around to see if anyone has seen him?” Shelly suggested. “Do you know, um, his name?” “That’s the problem. He didn’t tell me his name, because he was apparently on a secret mission or something. I only know him as the Articuno guy.” “Secret mission? Are you sure he wasn’t T-Team Meteor?” Heather laughed at Shelly's alarmed face. “As if. If he’d been one of them, he wouldn’t have sabotaged Blake’s plan with me. Besides he was visibly foreign, judging from his way to match clothes. That was funny, but he knew the language of bird pokemon, so he’s cool in my book.” “That sounds really... n-nice,” Shelly said, but by then I could understand from her nervous glances my way, that she had figured out that Heather was looking for Aladdin. “Enough talk then. Let’s head out of Ametrine, since I have a Meteor Agent to unmask and a starving sociopath to fish out.” In the way, Cal decided to leave us to do his own thing, and I convinced Shelly to go to Calcenon with Heather and wait there. “I promise I will come to Calcenon as soon as I take care of the business with Terra and Titania,” I assured Shelly. “I think you have some catching up to do with your friend, given that her tongue is no longer tied.” “Hey, my tongue was never tied,” Heather complained. “But, um, will you not need, um, maybe some assistance? I know you’re strong, but what if Ciel and Samson are also, um, Team Meteor agents?” “Had they been Team Meteor, Cal would’ve outed them when he pointed fingers at Terra,” I said. “And if they turn out to be, I’ll find a way to deal with them as well.” “I could help you, um, I mean, let me help you,” she insisted. However, I was adamant on my decision. When I finally obtained the legal authorization to climb down the infamous waterfall, I didn’t want to cause Shelly unnecessary distress, in case I found Titania holding the dead body of her ex-lover. So the best option was to keep both girls away from Agate Circus and Celestine Cascade for the time being. Shelly turned out to be more insistent than I expected, but at last she agreed to follow my suggestion when she realized arguing with me was futile. So midway through Celestine cave, we parted ways. When I exited the cave onto Route 2, I saw both of them cruising the skies on Heather’s salamence, en route to Calcenon. “It’s you and me again, Pikachu,” I commented. “How long has it been since we were traveling by ourselves?” Pretty much ever since we came to Agate Circus and were prevented from returning through Agate City, there has been at least somebody, be it Shelly, Cain or the annoying elder Belrose sister. Now, though, I had to take things to my own bare hands. On the way to the Circus, I recounted my encounter with Aladdin, though Pikachu likely could not understand a word. Perhaps that is what I needed, for if I were to tell a person of that, I’d inevitably withhold much of the information that concerned my emotions, asphyxiating myself even further. “Truth be told, I know I should be satisfied. The likes of him shouldn’t be roaming these lands anymore, and him being gone means one less enemy on the loose,” I said, thinking of Jasmin who was still looking forward to bringing home my head as a trophy. “Yet, I don’t know why, I don’t feel I can congratulate myself. Just remembering him closing his eyes as he fell to his end, brings me sickness to my stomach. It’s similar to when I recall Wolfie’s death, but a different variation, perhaps.” I glanced at my shoulder, and saw that Pikachu was listening intently. His real eyes, on the bottom half of his disguise, sparked with the remaining light of the setting sun. “Maybe it’s me being melodramatic. After all, I had once thought myself to be in love with him. Or maybe it’s the lack of fulfilment, given that he pretty much killed himself before I could kill him. I think it’s more the latter, for I wouldn’t forgive myself if I mourned the death of said love one who murdered everything I cared about and almost murdered me.” I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I allowed my shoulder muscles to relax, though I hadn’t even noticed when they’d gotten tense in the first place. Pikachu must have noticed, for he snuggled his disguise’s head onto my cheek. “At least that’s what I want to believe. I wish it were the lack of fulfilment that were bothering me. Yet, how annoying that it can’t be reality.” I started walking at a faster pace while still talking. “Even if my rational mind has resolved to hate Aladdin for his betrayal, I guess it’ll take longer for my emotional side to get over him,” I admitted. After walking quite some time, I began hearing the funky music of the Circus from afar. When I was close to the access from Route 2 to Agate Circus, I noticed that there were more people spending time having picnics or flying kites. It appeared that the Circus’ shows were no longer providing the entertainment that these people craved. When I entered the land of cotton candy and popcorn, I was appalled by how much more disorganized the place looked. I didn’t exaggerate in my choice of a nickname, for it took real effort not to step on the gooey mess from gum and cotton candy, intermingled with pieces of popcorn. The problem apparently stemmed on a dispute between the Ringmaster and the cleaners, who were unhappy with the wages they were receiving for cleaning up after a greater number of visitors. I caught glimpses of the Ringmaster trying to convince them to keep working for the time being, since resources were scarce at the moment. Yet, while the appearance of the place had changed since I last left the place, not a thing seemed to have improved with regard to the situation in Agate City. What could be the meaning of this? What could Team Meteor gain from slowly converting Agate Circus into landfill and its citizens into zombies? Such were my thoughts as I entered the large tent and went up the stairs to the staff waiting room. Samson was inside, lying on the couch reading a magazine. The cover of it had a model wearing way too suggestive clothing, or rather almost no clothing at all. He lowered the magazine just enough for his eyes to look in my direction, and realizing I was not whom he expected to see, he immediately crushed the thin book and hid it under the cushion. "Oh hey Vanilla," he said with a couple of coughs. "Sorry, it seems I've caught a cold. How's life treating you?" I didn't reply because a positive response is usually expected when that question is asked, but I couldn't offer one. Samson must've read the displeasure on my face, because he followed his question thus: "I see. Some days be like that, right? Anyway, did you find the source of the sleeping signal? Not gonna lie, this half-circus half-shelter business and trying to entertain an un-entertainable crowd all the time is getting old real quick." "Unfortunately, the source wasn't in Ametrine. We destroyed the large mountain of ice that blocked the path to Ametrine, though, so communication with them should resume soon." "What? But how come? Didn't Terra say it was definitely up there?" “Yes, and that was the problem,” I said. “But I’m onto it. I have a battle pass to battle Terra. So I can kill two birds with one stone.” “No offense to Ciel,” Samson added for me. As if on cue, Ciel entered the room right that moment. “Oh, Samson. What brutish slander are you muttering about me now?” she asked. “I was just telling Vanilla about the thong you’re apparently wearing.” Ciel was taken aback and tried to form a nonchalant smile, but she only managed to contort her face. Instead of rebuking the statement, however, she insisted we redid her entrance, and she diligently went out the room and came back to us in a minute’s time. “Hello, Vanilla and ever-cordial Samson! How are you each on this fine day?” was her new greeting. “Oh, is that a battle pass you have there?” I handed her the pass that Shelly had found for me. “It’s for battling Terra, I see,” she commented. “Unfortunately, I don’t know if you’ll be able to battle her anytime soon.” “Why is that?” “She’s been disappearing for days at a time, and we don’t know where she is right now.” “And as you might imagine, everyone in a fifty mile radius of her tends to be keenly aware of her general existence,” Samson rolled his eyes. “Of course, the question remains as to just where she’s been vanishing.” “I don’t care where she’s been vanishing to,” I said with a serious tone. “I need her here as soon as possible, because, as it turns out, the crazy girl with hacking skills is a Team Meteor agent, and has been playing us all along.” Both Samson and Ciel seemed to be in a trance of disbelief, just as I had been when Cal told me he knew Terra was part of Team Meteor. If one of them, or both, were also involved in Team Meteor, they did not betray their thoughts however. I proceeded to explain to them what had gone down in Ametrine City, and how what Terra had suggested turned out to be false. I also added the fact that she found Cain, Shelly and I wandering Agate City, without signs of getting sleepy herself, which further strengthened the evidence against the rainbow girl. “But, that’s unbelievable. Terra, Team Meteor?” Ciel exclaimed. “They would be out of their minds, if they were to accept into their group a girl like, well, that.” “Well, actually it’s not entirely unlikely, for instance-” Samson was saying, when the staff room’s door swung open and Terra came rushing in. “Hunniez, I’m home!” she shouted as she quickly propelled her face forward onto Ciel’s to lock their lips in a kiss. “T-Terra,” Ciel blushed, pushing her away. “Awwright, forgot you dun like that stuff in the publix,” she said. “Aye aye aye Captain Shieru, we’ll save it for when I land in yo port tonight.” “Don’t just make stuff like that up!” Terra winked at her and then moved closer to where Samson and I were standing. “So supperoni, bois and girls and people of nondiscriminate gender identity?” “We were just discussing the possibility of you being a member of Team Meteor,” Samson said without a gram of hesitation. “U wot mate?” Terra retorted, and then burst out laughing so loudly I wished I could leave the room immediately. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all thirty seconds! Why, it’s unbelievable you’d be discussing that.” “So, it’s not true, right? You’re not a member of Team Meteor?” Ciel pressed for an answer. “Well duuuuhhh. Of course I am, betchez.” As we cornered Terra towards her computer monitor, she laughed at us for only considering the possibility this late, when she’d been working for Team Meteor for a long time under Samson and Ciel’s noses. “The suspense made it reeeal exciting while it lasted, YOLO,” she said. “But now we’ve found it all out, Terra, and we want an explanation right now,” Ciel said with a crimson face, and this time the coloring wasn’t from embarrassment. “Ugh, already demanding explanations and yada-yada, and we aren’t even married!” Terra replied, and turned her back on us. “Well, I may’ve been found out but das okay, cuz they’ll never find me here.” “What exactly are you doing?” Samson asked as we watched Terra pull up a window on one of her computer displays. “Awwll set. Les do this,” she said, pressing the enter key. “M3G4T3RR4 JACK OFF! EXECUTE!” In the blink of an eye, Terra disappeared into thin air. How? Don’t ask me. She’s made clear many times that she doesn’t operate by the laws of physics. “Please tell me she didn’t just escape into that big-ass computer,” Samson said after a pause. “All right. She didn’t just escape into that computer,” Ciel obliged. “Thanks.” We all looked closely at the computer screen, where the window Terra had opened was still on. In particular, Samson pointed at the center, which had an option “Player 2” blinking on top of the “Start” button. “Looks like it’s waiting input for Player 2,” he said. “Vanilla, you said you wanted to beat Terra’s ass and force her to spit out the truth about the sleeping signal, right?” “Didn’t say it in that way, but sure. I’m guessing I’ll have to go into the computer as well?” “There isn’t another choice. Terra’s probably going to stay there for as long as possible.” “The good news is that we know it’s safe to go in. Look,” Ciel pointed at the background of the game start menu, which showed Terra jumping and wrecking the place with her giant mallet. As per the two performers’ suggestion, I checked my PC and arranged a party that I presumed would be best suited for battling Terra, a ground type user. However, I then remembered that Ame might have suggestions to make, especially since I wouldn’t be fighting Terra in the usual Big Top Arena that I supposed I’d be fighting all three of the triumvirate. “Vanilla? Is that you?” Ame said. “Why, does it surprise you that it’s me?” “Well, frankly yes. It’s been a while since you contacted me, so I thought you had opted for strategizing on your own.” “That’s partially true, but I also have been in a hurry and busy most of the time.” “I’ve heard of you quite a lot in the news recently. Your efforts in fighting Team Meteor are most appreciated, I hope you know that,” she said. “But I’m sure you’re in a hurry now as well, so let me see how I can help you with your upcoming Gym match. You’re battling Terra, right? That should be on Big Top Arena field, which is the same one you battled Samson on.” “No, actually. We had a last minute change, and Terra has escaped into a virtual reality. I believe I’ll have to battle her there.” “What? That’s unheard of. Wait a minute, let me see if I can connect to her computer from here and extract the field information.” I head a lot of keyboard typing sounds and chairs screeches while Ame hacked into Terra’s computer. It took her longer than a minute, and I was becoming desperate, but I judged that this information would be critical in defeating the maniac, so I bore it in silence. “Interesting,” was the first thing she said. “Here, let me pass on the information I gathered.” I connected my Pokegear to the monitor, and extracted the file Ame sent me. “It appears that Terra created this virtual reality based on an old video game, so the rules seem to obey that game’s logic. Be careful, because type match ups might be different, and also some moves physical/special designation will become dependent on that move’s typing. Hope strategizing doesn’t turn into a pain in the neck.” “Terra is already a pain in the neck. This is just a small add-on to the sole fact I’ll have to talk with her in private.” “I feel you,” Ame said. “Good luck.” Then she disconnected, and I returned to my PC to change my team in light of this new information. The team I set on was composed of: Kame (blastoise), Bambi (sawsbuck), Queen of Hearts (tsareena), Aladdin (medicham), Prince (seismitoad), and Elsa (A-ninetales). “I’ve had to do odd things in the past, but this one takes the cake,” I sighed. “Alright. Hook me in.” And thus, I parted from the real world and underwent significant change in the core of my being to reach the other side, Terra’s glitch world. VANILLA RATES: REBORN CHARACTERS Can you guess why I'm uploading today? That's right! Finals season! With great responsibility comes great procrastination oof QUICK LINK TO NEXT EPISODE