Cutlerine

I think the weirdest motivation I had for writing so far is: "I really should post a fic so I can get a wonderful Cutlerine review."

No matter where you go, the Internet will be waiting for you in a not-so-creepy manner but as romantically-waiting-for-you-to-get-over-your-new-girlfriend.

Video games is just "how fast can I beat this game" or "how bad can I kick the AI's ass?" I don't find too many people willing to discuss movies, literature, or video games with me. It might be the fact that I hold strong opinions for certain works, which people probably find repulsive, almost as much as the snake around my neck, but I'm pretty sure people dislike strong opinions over snakes. Besides, spiders are more terrifying than snakes, as spiders can sneak in your room and disappear for months and resurface on your face one night.

I cannot imagine giving a child a peach to play with. They would probably throw it at me and say, "This is a crappy present. I wanted Optimus Prime and a bicycle. I'm taking your present back." But that's okay - I didn't want a Target giftcard anyway.

Autumn, spring... as months? I prefer the summer. It's a time where I can leisurely sit at home or go outside and play a random sport before cooling off in a pool of chlorine and sweaty children. (It's a wonder I've survived public swimming pools. So far.)

The problem is finding a place where they serve sea cucumber or other exotic foods.

Those middle-aged men named Janus were youngsters at some point in their lives, but it is a weird name for someone so young. I'd find it peculiar and delightful if I heard a mother yell at her son, "Janus! Get the hell away from that lamp!" Perhaps the fact that the Youngster is young reflects the 'beginning' nature of Janus, although that ignores the whole transition element.

I'd imagine that's how genius is born. Throwing apples at a wall will it stained with splatters, and one person will eventually try smashed apples and claim a new invention, in this case applesauce. It's like brainstorming and then thinking about it. However, I find looking into things too closely becomes a habit and makes it even harder to enjoy movies, since I notice camera reflections, logical fallacies (like holy crap how come Batman left the Joker at his party alone?), etc. The same goes for literature, but I found out everyone does that in varying degrees. It does make for a more creative mind, though, but that depends on how you use your scrutiny: Negatively or positively? Unfortunately, I find myself in the former.

My mentality with Black 2 was to get through it as fast as possible, and I didn't think Mrs. Donut would really make me excited to read. Although it would probably make me burst out laughing once I remember to go back to Join Avenue. But I never expected that I'd find myself in that place for as long as I have been. I'll think of something later whenever I open up Black 2 again.

He only got away with it because ~Plasma~ doesn't care for Pokemon as much. The new one, anyway. N would surely whip him back to shape with the guy's own briefcase. But that's a horribly good idea for a fic. That same concept could be used for ordinary tents. One could use about five Gothitelle and make the tent's interior as large as a house.

I've never met anyone Janus nor have I studied Latin. I must name one of my thirteen children Janus. He would be the king of the playground, proudly showing off his collection of worms and boogers.

Hmm, must be one of those college things. Or just growing up. Perhaps I'm just naturally paranoid. It always seems I have places to be and things to do, so being lost only wastes time and would most likely make me late to wherever it is to where I'm headed or would take away what little time I have to do... things. If only I had more time. I've been contemplating on driving onto a rural road and driving on and on until I reach the ocean.

I'm not so much an adventurous eater, although I will try most things - I just won't eat the whole thing. I sort of nibble on foods to check out the taste to see what happens. That also means I get wasteful with foods that I find terrible. Luckily, that's an uncommon occurrence.

Clearly you have to try it again! Oh, I dare you to eat a sea cucumber. Sea-dwelling and most likely edible. Here's a fun fact: they have teeth in their anuses.

Oh yeah, I knew. I make it a point to rain on parades. That way, I get the last laugh.

I feel like I'm playing Tower Tycoon in Join Avenue. I've tried to get all the shops set up so that I have the most diversity in my avenue, and I believe the gender ratio is exactly 1:1 so I get even more equality. My OCD really shines there. The Youngster set up a Berry Shop for me. I believe his name is Janus, which I've been wondering whether it's pronounced like Janice or Jan-us as in 'Toys-R-Us.' But he does have that quirk. I never bothered with any cool nicknames for my character; I've made them address her as the name I stuck her with, and I can't remember what her name was now. How embarrassing.

I'm too paranoid to get lost. When I walk around with my pals, I constantly ask where we are and which street we got onto to make sure that I have a good mental map as to how to get back.

Eels are delicious. I didn't think they would be, because they just look slimy.

Ah, I remember The Rocket Case. The style of it all was actually quite captivating, though I never got to finish it because... well, I have no idea. I might get back to it at some strange undefined point in the future, but for now I'm still trying to finish The Thinking Man's Guide, which I really should have finished ages ago, except real life caught up with me. I've been slowly making my way through it when time permits. I hate having having to read off a screen, but there you go.

Also, just a fun fact, but one of my earliest pieces of fanfiction, on this site anyway, was a Groudon-human hybrid story. I just thought that was funnily relevant. Looking it up, the style of it all seems awfully terrible in retrospect, and I never finished it. Again, that's a project I've been holding off.

And thanks for the critique. It's nice to know that it's not all monotony, I think.

More appropriate to respond here, I think.
Oh, it's not my style per se, it's the fact that I find trouble in a bit of variety. Like, I would love to write comedy or, in fact, fluid conversation, but that comes harder to me. I would hate to be a one trick pony (pun unintended).

I rarely find myself traveling on my own feet for long distances unless I get the sudden urge to go jogging, and even then it's two miles before I get tired. Usually I finish the last mile in a car. That way the car gets some exercise as well.

I already sort of beat Black 2 and reset it, although I decided to mess around and hacked in random Pokemon for laughs. Join Avenue is horribly addicting. Generally I finish Pokemon games within 20 hours (my most recent run on Black 2 was 21:32), so that would take about four-five days depending on how much I can play. I play a bit too much.

Ah, I see. Hopefully your train of thought arrives within the next day or so. Mine just crashed somewhere.

I've finished most of Black 2 except for battling Benga, but the Black Tower is giving me a headache. I hate that place so much. It's like the Battle Pyramid all over again. But trains are awfully inspiring. The large number of people you can creepily stare at and the ever changing background behind the window pane does give a lot of material to work with. I don't find the time to read all that much, though. It's largely textbook passages and the other mundane assignments.

I guess it depends on the type of train and the number of people on board. Old people do need their sitting, though. Taking away their seats might increase their risk of arthritis or something. But for me, I've rode more subways than trains, and the subways I've rode on have the seats perpendicular with each other and against the wall so there's plenty of room to stand in the middle, unless there are a ton of people, which is almost all the time. Public transport isn't great for comfort. Shocker.

My, my, but trains are very relaxing to ride on. There's a lot of legroom and, most importantly, a bathroom on board. I wouldn't mind long train rides, as the longest ride I've been on would be about two hours, which was for a school field trip to the state's capital. There, the class went around exploring museums and pushed all the buttons on the displays. I've always wondered why we went in museums rather than politically significant buildings.

The train did break down for a period, so we had to sit around and feast on chicken sandwiches for a good few hours until the train was up and running.

I do like trains.

It was the first time I've ever seen it, but it does give me some good vibes.

My mind has been jittery and my eyes are getting tired. The first signs of mental fatigue are finally beginning to show.

Mmm, the KFC method is mine. Simply frying up large parts and picking off meat from bone is much easier for me, not to mention tastier. It is a bit on the plain side, though.

The ability to digest bones would be quite remarkable. I suppose the cougar should have been more careful about his meals. Chewing humans one chunk at a time ought to do. They're not going anywhere. And people will never learn. That's the joy of living!

Oh, well, imagine Tanner being digested when he's already dead. His ghostly apparition would be stuck in Shamu for quite a while.

Clearly wild cats are far superior over house cats.

The cougar may in fact not be dead so he has a woolen coffin to be comfortable on his free transport back to Canada where he can freely hunt moose and Canadians alike. They have free healthcare, so the Canadians won't particularly mind. But if he isn't part of a conspiracy, then it's a clear example about why constipation is no laughing matter, especially in large cats.

Cougars are incredibly dependable if you aren't appetizing. So I've heard, anyway. I've also heard that they attack prey that are alone or away from a group because they are the weakest link. I suppose it's a bit unnerving to meet a cougar all alone. Anyway, that is a bit suspicious for a visa. I could have sworn it's crayon on green paper.

Well, being dead, I'd imagine Tanner doesn't have to deal with the after effects of the showbiz lifestyle, like hangovers and hairballs. I bet Tanner has a blast trying to catch Shamu, although he'd have to try to swim. I'm not sure if he's entirely willing to do that.

I watched a lot of Tom & Jerry, so that had the roar opening as well. Can't say I was that interested in going towards professional roaring. My vocal chords aren't nearly strong enough to power such a roar. In any case, Leo must be intensely busy then. Still, settling for Tanner is just as good, but he might be a little rusty seeing as he hasn't professionally roared for half a century. Is he grouchy in any way? Laying in dirt must be somewhat unnerving after a while.

Kind of like a school mascot then. A lot of excitement and dancing around in a hot, steamy outfit. I went to a summer program at a college and my roommate and I ran into the school's mascot and boy was he smelly. He reeked of sweat, so I was sure to keep a five feet radius away from him. If he was a dragon, I would have only stayed four feet away.

It's not a surprise that your roar is excellent. The MGM lion is a professional after all. Though I'd imagine lessons would be hard seeing that it would want to eat you half the time, but maybe that's part of the stage fright training.

Your fanfics are boss bro, seriously.
I'll definitely be reading it, after I finish The Thinking Man's Guide to Destroying the World (I've been on hiatus for a while, I haven't finished that yet xD)
Thanks :>

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You're just like, too amazing to be human. And what 'sort-of-sequel'?

Well, giant insects are much more menacing than giant trees, unless you're hanging off the top of said tree, so that's almost an improvement.

Those Chinese dragons look pretty cool, except I've always wondered what it was like to be one of those people dancing around with the dragon head on top of your body. Anyway, where are you parading it around? It can't be Chinese New Year's, can it?