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Chapter 20 The Pokemon Language is an oddity of this world. Any child can tell you that Pokemon speak using parts of their own names as the sounds; most will then easily deduce that Pokemon were originally named by the sounds they made at the humans who first met them. In fact this appears to show that Pokemon were not named by humans at all but by whatever caused them to make those sounds, presumably Alpha Pokemon Arceus. Another useful oddity is that all Pokemon can understand each other perfectly, even when speaking their own unique `languages.`Several myths and legends seek to explain Pokemon Language. The most well-known is the Tower ...

The planet Earth, home to a vast variety of amazing and mysterious people and places. Origin of the greatest warriors the universe has ever known. The battlefield of countless wars waged against the forces of evil. The birthplace of a powerful legacy carried on to this day, featuring generations of heroes, warriors, and legends.It is the year 904. The countless battles fought by Goku and the rest of the Z Fighters have come to light, inspiring people around the world with their amazing power and never ending selflessness and sacrifice. The efforts of these legendary warriors have become the stuff of legend, their effects felt centuries lat...

Of Jackals and Sandalwood By Jeremy BiednyThe face of Nebekhenti appeared jumbled to those that beheld it. He possessed a curving nose like the beak of a falcon, which gave him a haughty appearance despite his kind amber eyes. He was short and slightly bow-legged. When he held his head aloft the effect was comical, like a baby giraffe that doesn't quite measure up to the height of its parents. The leopard skin cloak marking him as a priest of Ra was matted and timeworn.  His sandals were plain and other than the animal skin his garb betrayed no notion of his greater status. He was a constant fidget, and his hands were as smooth as glazed p...

    The night was dark and rainy, like many New York summer nights. A slender mouse scrambled up a single tree in Central Park. He was dressed in a shimmering gray cloak that seemed to blend in with whatever he was perched on at the time. He stopped and moved his soaked black hair away from the eyeholes in his mask, then adjusted his tunic and belt.     He climbed up the tree until he reached the mailbox hanger of Rescue Ranger Headquarters. Pausing for a second, he pointed a finger at the sky. The clouds parted to reveal the moon. “One O’clock AM, eh? Well, this is an emergency, I suppose. I hope whoever answers the door is in a good mood...

'Are we there yet?''No.''How about now?''No....'Carrots was silent for another minute. 'Now?'Mel turned around, baring down on Carrots with a sudden burst of rage. 'Listen to me, you silly moose! I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE. WHEN WE GET THERE, WE FREAKING GET THERE! GEDDIT?'Carrots meekly nodded, her speech suddenly reduced to little more than a squeak. 'OK.'Mel sighed with relief and turned around to the sight of Pursha happily jumping towards her.'We're here!''Eh?' Mel looked confused. 'I don't see anything-''Whoa! Stop walking!''Wha!'Pursha grabbed the back of Mel's neck, yanking her back and preventing her from putting her foot straight ...