Oh boy...Here we go...

*AHEM* Right.

So was there any point in this fic besides making me and some other person feel bad for trying our best?

Trying your best? *coughwrongcough* How much time did you spend on each chapter, 2 minutes? There were numerous grammatical errors, you used smilies, overwhelming amounts of exclamation points (Which are always bad except in dialouge), and it was overall quite pathetic. Trying your best? I think not.

Well, I was, and that's that.

And it's not like anybody helped me until it got locked.




So, now what?

The whole point of this fan fic was to show writers what NOT to do in a fan fic. It was the whole point (although I'm sure your fic was the stimulation/ final straw that started this)

Your problem is that your "fans" actually said it was good, when it really wasn't. It still needed a lot more work. I'm just sad that I never really bothered to read it until after you got a swelled head (sorry, but it's kinda true...)

OK, I semi-agree with that.

I don't know how to explain my disagreement, so I'll just stick with that.

So, umm, as usual, now what?

Simply...we move on.

Yay! We move on!

So, umm... (:lol:), DOES anything happens after it ends? I guess this could've been a lasting fic (After all that arguing and criticism I can't believe I'm saying that). But then again I'm not the "really-good writer" here

I think it was meant to be a one-shot. So, I'm nearly positive there won't be more.

OK,I must admit...this cute little kind of utter nonsense is hilarious!In other words,I love it! Funny, cute, and very creative in its own special way.lol I wish you would sort of continue it, but the way it ends...it does not look like there is room to make a sequel.

Totodile and Torchic were asleep in their little beds made of straw underneath the rickety barnyard that held the countless other pokemon sleeping peacefully on Old PokeDonald's farm... Overhead there stirred a great sight though...

"Yay!" Screamed the little boy as Santa flew through the sky. Santa Clause roleld his eyes and sighed.
"I can't believe I'm being used in another stupid fan fiction... Yesterday I had to go and give a little girl a magical unicorn, today i'm delivering this stupid red and white ball shaped THING,"

Sure enough, Santa landed at the little house covered in little snow piles and delivered the red and white ball to the little boy.

"Oh boy, my first Pokemon! Christmas wishes really do come true!" He cried, throwing the ball in the sky.

"Yeah, isn't it just dandy," Santa groaned with sarcasm as he made a quick getaway from the euphoric boy.

"What did Santa bring you?" The mother asked he little boy.
"It's a Mewtwo!"

"WHAT?!?" Cried Mewtwo as he realized he was standing in front of a little boy on chrstmas day, the unwilling christmas gift of a snivelling child.

"Hell no, I did not get created for this," He scorned, conjuring an energy ball. He threw it at the little boy who vanished in the explosion.

"No! Not my baby!" The mother wailed. Mewtwo sent a shimmering wave at her and she froze on the spot beofre dissolving.

"I have had enough of this stupid crap! If Pokemon were real and I were real then I would not be given to a ten year old on christmas day by santa clause. And no ten year old would be able to capture me. This is ridiculous, I'm over it, humankind are dumb. Really really dumb. I'm gonna kill them. All of them. I'm sick of being dragged out of my cosy bed in make-believe-land and used in stories that are improbable and pointless. God, if only people wrote like Crimson and Psyches... Now I'd be honoured ot be used in one of their stories. But all I get are the little weirdos. Humanity has gone too far,"

And with that Mewtwo flew into space, picked up the moon, and threw it Earth. The collission sent Earth spinning into the sun and humanity was gone.

MORAL OF THIS STORY, DON'T POST ANY STUPID CHRISTMAS STORIES WERE YOU GET A MEWTWO OR SOMETHING FOR CHRISTMAS. AND IF YOU'RE GONNA WRITE ABOUT MEWTWO, MAKE IT REALISTIC. HE'S NOT A CUTE PUSSYCAT PEOPLE, HE'S A PSYCHIC MONSTER THAT WAS CREATED GENETICALLY.

Mewtwo for Christmas. Haha. hahaha.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Nice one. But I wonder... who DOES write about getting a Mewtwo from Santa Claus for Christmas???

The Persian was curled up gingerely next to the huge armchair where the little fat kid sat, visiting psypokes on his laptop. Persian felt a tingling sensation in her stomach and knew some psychic pokemon was trying to get her attention.

Persian could hear a faint buzzing in her ears, but no more than that. She stood up and paced the room, her master, the fat kid, didn't notice. She leapt onto the back of the armchair and looked down at the fat kid's laptop. He was posting nasty comments on other people's stories without justifying his critique.

The fat kid had little or no good material posted on psypokes, yet still felt as though he could make fun of other people's stories. Persian rolled her eyes.

She prowled around the room, still trying to make out the voice in her head, and at the same time trying not to look at her master. The fat kid was a real loser. She couldn't stand him. He was the kind of kid, the kind of FAT kid, who got picked on at school all day so went on the internet and picked on other people. Of course, he deserved to be picked on in Persian's eyes. He WAS fat. Unlike her, she was divine.

Persian had sleek fur and a glistening jewel on her forehead. Her teeth were sparkling white and sharp enough to kill an Onix. Just ask her, she'd swear by it. Persian was perfect, in every aspect of the word. Her master was scum.

"KILL HIM" the voice in her head screamed.

Öh,"Persian thought, "I was wondering what you were trying to say... hold on,'

Persian leapt onto the couch and slashed the boy's throat. Blood spilled all over the laptop keyboard and onto the armchair. He spasmed for awhile on the chair then fell to the floor, spraying blood all over the lougne. The parents weren't home, otherwise they would've screamed and panicked. Persan however just sat and yawned.

"Why...'' the boy managed to gargle. Persian rolled her eyes and yawned again.

"I don't know," Persian scowled.

"You can talk," the boy gargled further.

"Yes, because you're an idiot and your fan fic has talking pokemon in it. God, you're SO original," Persian scathed.

"Why?" the boy repeated, much weaker now. He was so very near death. Persian smiled.

Ï had Persian kill you because you are, in short, an idiot and you don't deserve to be alive." A voice said.

"Mewtwo," the boy whispered. Indeed it was Mewtwo, glaring down at the boy with a sickened look.

"Why are you here?" Persian asked.

"I don't bloody know, it's his story. Well it was, he's dead now. You shouldn't post criticism on people's stories unless you can back it up with facts. He'll know better for next time... well... at least he WOULD know better if he wasn't DEAD."

And with that Mewtwo and Persian laughed and laughed, walking hand in hand off into the sunset with smiles as wide as the sea...

All of them are hilarious, Psyches, in the first one I was laughing so hard I cried! The stories were great! If you can write stuff that funny, I'd love to have you direct me to all the good writers in the place. Hopefully I could join that list. That is, if I stopped writing about Power Rangers and started taking up more fanfictions. Which wouldn't be too hard to do.

Nice job, and I do hate how all of the people insult good writers' intelligence when they spoof without trying on stories that were perfectly good.

However, the only thing we can, and should, do is to make sure they see sense. In the case of a bad writer who tried hard, push them in the right direction. Pass the knowledge on from "generation to generation".

Thanks for the laughs, Psyches, you just made my day.

AEPMT