Imagine a world populated by elemental slave-beasts–poor, tortured animals–their dignity ground underfoot by ten-year-old tyrants. A race of brutes, their agency captured and snuffed out as the pubescent taskmasters force them into solitary confinement. Rare and burdened breaths of “freedom” come few and far between–only when the despotic youths deign to release them into a dystopian battlefield laced with pain and misery.
Authors’ Note: 2.B.A. Master… bater is a work of parody. The AniMessenger asks all prudes to kindly go back to watching Veggie Tales.
Authors’ Note: 2.B.A. Master… bater is a work of parody. The AniMessenger asks all haters to refill their haterades elsewhere.
Authors’ Note: 2.B.A. Master… bater is a work of parody. The AniMessenger asks those with their unmentionables in a bunch to kindly un-bunch them.
Howdy, Poké-Freaks! It’s that time again. Saturday. Or, to use the colloquial name, Lemonday.
Yes, The AniMessenger has returned–new, changed, consumed by his vocation–to be the very best (at writing erotic Pokemon fanfiction). Like no one ever was, in fact.
As the winds of change toss and turn The AniMessenger like a discarded bag of Pocky, he lifts his eyes to the AniHeavens and whispers, “It is time.”