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.
Finally, a kindly doctor explains the happenings of the past arc, invoking the full force of his bedside manner on Midoriya.
Greetings, salutations, and well-wishes, AniReaders. As the winds of change toss and turn The AniMessenger like a discarded bag of
The Klaxxosaur Princess, Master of Decapitation, returns with a vengeance and–oh, okay, not yet. DarliFra, unable to resist, keeps viewers on the hook for one last reality show jaunt.
The Pro Heroes and Hero-wannabes continue to fall prey, for the umpteenth time, to a ragtag group of Choco-Morphs and a Hematomaniac Fangirl. Worst. Summer. Ever.
The audience learns three things from the first minute of the episode: Nerd Elf “got gud” at GBN, the next twenty minutes will revolve around “new mode” babble, and Magee’s bubble butt never quits.
As the opener suggests, “everything comes to an end eventually.” In light of DarliFra’s reality show purgatory, that statement brings relief.