The
day started out picturesque—calm and warm, sunny where light was
able to break through the forest's canopy, alive with the movement of
hundreds of pokemon going about their day to anyone with a keen
enough eye to spot them. This particular stretch of woods is home to
very few top-tier predators, the pokemon living amongst one another
in relative peace, scarcely troubled by humans or danger of any kind.
Clover,
a deerling just on the cusp of her evolution, has made her home here
since she w

The
Food Chain (2)
The
Final Memoirs of the dragoness, Erinystial
("Written"
by Random Dragon)
The
writings that follow were found in an ancient, leather-bound book.
It
is slightly oversized, and the manner of inscribing seems archaic.
Although
no dates are given, it is assumed that this is a relic from
over
a thousand years ago. After being studied and declassified, we now
present
these writings to the public, in their entirety.
I’ve
been told I take after my aunt Soldrinae

Shrunken Randy
Deep underground, in a government research facility, top secret
research was being conducted by the greatest scientific minds the
world had to offer. Strange, eldritch energies were being harnessed
for nefarious purposes and devices of untold power were being
constructed far from the prying eyes of a suspicious public. But of
course, every workplace inevitably employs those it really shouldn’t
have. And the Omega Thirteen Research Station was no different in
that regard.

Shrunken Randy, Part Deux
Deep underground, in the secretive and mysterious Omega Thirteen
Research Station, unexpected power surges are investigated as soon as
they are detected. That’s why Deep-Sector Commander Gregor Carlin
had been dispatched to the Storage Room Foxtrot-Uniform-Charlie-Kilo.
That particular storage room was where the Station kept its
dangerously unstable technologies. It was also where, Commander
Carlin knew, two miscreants liked to hang out on their lunch break.

Shrunken Randy, Part the Third
Three men stood at the door to apartment 635. The shortest, an
older man with grey hair and a carefully groomed beard, was clearly
in charge. The other two, both wearing lab coats, clearly didn’t
want to be there. They had fidgeted and glanced around the entire
walk down the hallway. The older man, Deep-Sector Commander Gregor
Carlin of the Omega Thirteen Research Station, turned to his
companions. “This is the no-show? You’re sure?”
“Most defin