Simon

Speaking of Eevee, the single best thing the manga did was give Red an Eevee that could willingly shift between the Kanto forms.

Poison, Grass, Ground.
Fire, Steel, Rock.

YOU THREW ZIGZAGOONS AT A COMBUSKEN?!
THREE TIMES?!

To: The United States
From: The Republican Party
 
We have kidnapped your legislative process. If you wish to see it again:
Leave the butchered remains of "Obamacare" at the base of the Lincoln Memorial- pieces must be no larger than one ounce each.

chapter 2 [spoiler2] Corvo Velvet, or Corvette as his (very few) friends called him (if he could convince them to, which he couldn't), was hiding out in a forest on the outskirts of Forum City. He had, upon learning of the Rep War, made preparations to summon a Class to fight for him. He had no real plan of who he wished to summon- he'd heard the Scout class was supposedly excellent in hit-and-run tactics, though. Speed and striking power would be damned useful provided he could dodge well enough. With that in mind, he began the ritual. "Evade your foes, strike them down in an instant. Move faster than the wind, and capture my victory." As the light died down, Corvette gaped in shock at the result. An impressively muscular man... in a skin-tight, purple tank top- which only went down to the top of his stomach… and bloomers… and lipstick. Oh, and carrying a shotgun with eight barrels, two horizontal by four vertical. "Hello~ I'm Scout for this war, but you can call me Doopliss! Or Mademoiselle, actually." "Uh… I'll stick to Doopliss." Corvo managed to say, before asking the obvious question. "But, uh… what's with the outfit?" "Well!, it's what I used to wear when running that inn with my daughter!" Aaaand train of thought derailed. "…you have a daughter?" "Why, ye~es!" "then… you're…" "Yes~" "But… the outfit… the lipstick…" "I find it's fun to mess with perceptions," Doopliss said in a (very thankfully, Corvette thought) more normal voice. "If they're too distracted by my outfit and body, they'll never be able to hit me." Corvette managed to pull his mind back to a semblance of sanity. "Okay, well… if it works, I can't really complain, I guess." Corvette shook his head slightly to reorient his thoughts a bit more. "Well, the hotel I'm staying in is a couple of blocks away… I hate to ask, but would it be possible for you to wear more conventional clothing in public?" Doopliss smirked… and struck a pose. "Not a problem." And then he vanished from sight. "What the-" "Relax, it's a trick the classes can do when not in combat. We can go incorporeal, or "spectate," as it were. That way we're less likely to be spotted, but we can't fight this way." Corvette settled down. Bullet dodged. "Alright then, let's head back for now." As the teenager plus surprisingly heterosexual ghost-scout sauntered back to the hotel, Corvette had one last question. "So, that shotgun's your weapon, right? Anything special it can do?" Laughter echoed through his head. "Let's just say my special trick is called "buckshot curtain" for a reason." [/spoiler2]

Formatting fixed up a bit for prologue. The Fate/ thing is basically the idea I started with, but it's already branching off a bit.
next section goooo
[spoiler2]Chapter One The Holy Rep War. Legend had spoken of a path to Internet fame. Supposedly, he who vanquished all of his foes in this war would obtain all of the prestige, or "reputation," the deceased had earned in life. Naturally, once this legend was found to be real, people scrambled at the opportunity. Some for the simple glory of it. Others, for the influence it would garner. Binary simply wanted to ensure it went to the right person. That person being his teacher, Commander- an enforcer of order in the community. Upon learning of the upcoming War, Commander had used his influence to ensure he and Binary would have two of the nine slots. Binary didn't really desire victory of his own, but he did want to make sure the community's regulations were properly upheld. And if he or Commander won, that would be a certainty. Binary had already completed his summoning, receiving the Sniper-class servant for the war. Commander would summon after he completed his preparations, seeking artifacts and specific incantations to ensure that he would summon the Demoman-class, supposedly the most powerful. In any case, Binary's Sniper- a man named Silent- had been informed of his job: guard their base from any sneak attacks, and protect the two Masters at any cost. The man's name was certainly fitting, Binary thought wryly, as he had spoken only once in the week since his summoning- to tell them of his name and class. All other communications were via hand gestures and writing. Binary was shaken from his thoughts by Commander's return to the office. "I'm all set. The ritual circle's prepped outside, have Silent guard the premises." Silent gave a thumbs-up from the corner of the room, before heading over to the guard post they'd set up at the roof. "So you're certain this will get the Demoman?" Binary wondered. Commander nodded as he stood at the edge of the circle in their large courtyard, his assistant standing behind him. Commander began the incantation. "O legends of battles past, channel your power into this summon. Demolish my foes, and grant me victory." The circle erupted in smoke, forcing Commander to step back and cover his nose and mouth. "Hello there!" The oddly cheerful voice came from the center of the smoke, and as the air cleared, Binary and Commander gazed upon their supposed instrument of victory. A man in a white t-shirt, white sweatpants, and white slippers, with a top hat and cane in hand- and a disturbingly serene smile. "I'm the Demolition Man for the Rep War. My name is Cube. It's a true honor." Commander, clearly baffled, responded. "Er, where's your weapon? Doesn't the demoman use explosive weapons?" Cube smiled even wider. "I don't need anything like a weapon. Let me show you." Lazily raising his right hand over head, he snapped his fingers- and three cubes of glowing golden energy materialized in front of him. Throwing his hand forward, the cubes rocketed into the rock wall on the side of the courtyard, and exploded in a massive blast. When the conflagration from the destruction cleared, Commander and Binary gaped. The wall was entirely gone. "As you can see, with me as your servant, victory is certain." Commander smiled widely. "Excellent. I should mention it now, Binary behind me is the master of Sniper- the two of us are to be allied in the war." Cube's smile faltered for an instant, before returning. "Understood, sir."
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uh
my subconscious is fucking with me
because I had a dream in which the normal "dream tipoff," which for me is not being able to run, didn't happen. I actually thought, within the dream, "I'm running, this isn't a dream."
A A A A A A A A A H

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simon
no matches in chapters

SIMON EDIT: if this doesn't work apparently i'm cursed

CARD GAMES ON STEAMCYCLES

wait a minute...

Hi. I'm DualJay everywhere. Pretty much. I play games sometimes, and I write stories, as is seen in my sig.

I have no idea what compelled me to make it, but I did, so here it is.

Asstons of Zigzagoons. Cancel all evolutions.

Iron Jew-ant Reich Hard Hitler's Happy Fun Time Theater Gas Giant City on Fire I could go on, but I won't.

Wooden Ground. geddit it's like iron sky but reverse

Ear murder.

I've actually seen a medic pull that trick before, believe it or not. On an arena server.

http://www.sidereel.com/Fullmetal_Alchemist_Brotherhood/season-1/episode-1 Be warned, it is tough to evade spoilers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAlztMvvNkk

YES. YES. SO MUCH YES. My favorite dragon family. So awesome.