MischievousPuffball

My first Pokémon was a Cyndaquil. My partner was a Chikorita. Of course, I ended up deleting that file. I was pretty impatient back then, and I couldn't beat Steam Cave. After many, many, many attempts, I beat the game as a Munchlax, my partner a Charmander. Not only was I impatient, I just wasn't very good. It was December, 2007. For Christmas that year, I'd received my first proper gaming console and game. My parents knew by that point how much I loved Pokémon, but couldn't track down a copy of Diamond or Pearl for me. Instead, they bought me a Pokémon Mystery Dungeon game. Explorers of Time, to be exact. It had been the o

Light reclined across one of the theatre's seats, typing up a new story on her iPad. "And then, Sephiroth jumped from out of nowhere, impaling Sephiroth in the stomach. Unfortunately, Sephiroth then died in Sephiroth's arms, never to be reunited with each other again. Well, until the many flashback scenes, including the ones in Final Sephiroth VII: Advent Sephiroth." Light stopped writing. "...What in Seven Hells is wrong with me?" SPORKING MODE, ON! Oh, we're starting? Damn it, I was about to write about when Sephiroth, Sephiroth, Sephiroth and Sephiroth took on Sephiroth! ...I need a new hobby. chapter three: As Long As You Love Me The whol

"....Merde, they've gotten worse." Light, our intrepid Sporker, was taking a break from her current project. Sitting by a computer, she was surveying FFN for more material to work with. "To the people who say that the Sonic fandom has the worst OCs: YOU ARE SOOOOO WRONG," Light cried out, holding her head in her hands. SPORKING MODE, ON! Light: Alright, first, I suppose I should talk about the Pit. The Pit, also known as Fanfiction.net, is where most badfics are situated. With OCs, canon-defilement, and just plain badness galore, the Pit is most often regarded as the best place to find sporkable material. I disagree. But I'll elaborate on tha

"Man, this place needs some work." We rejoin Light just as she begins her rounds of the Sporking Theatre, surveying the state of decay it was in. The rafters hang low, almost collapsing on themselves, while the walls are filled with cracks and holes. The floor seems to have avoided the most damage, though everything else seems to require a lot of repairs. "Crap," Light swore, "I forget. Where is the..." Light paused. She could hear a humming sound coming from the table. That could only mean one thing. "Time to seize the day, I guess," she said. "Might as well try for a quick fix, though." Light hoisted up her shovel, proceeding to twirl it in

SPORKER OVERVIEW: Light Fire ROLE: Author/Sue Hunter/Retired Suethor AGE: Fourteen PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Dark brown eyes, brown and purple hair, virtually nonexistent chest. BIO: Light is one of the four original sporkers. She, as of the time of this writing, is the only person to re-enter the Sporking Theatre. She has experience in fighting Sues and reviewing bad fics, and wields canon as if it were her shovel. PET PEAVES: Canon defilement, bad grammar, character bashing. WEAPON OF CHOICE: In addition to the occasional disguise, Light wields her shovel. Some say she got her shovel from a dead Sue, others say she enchanted it with her Author p

In an immaculate hallway walks a girl. The girl, fourteen years of age, hums a song titled 'Snow Fairy' as she proceeds to the end of the hallway. She hoists a shovel over her shoulder, glancing briefly at her dark brown and purple hair. She blinks her dark brown eyes and straightens her Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirt, a cheerful smile on her face. "Wow...this place sure has changed..." she muttered, doing a small twirl in place. "Hopefully doing this is as easy as I remember..." The girl, named Light, has returned to her famed 'Sporking Theatre'. Years ago, she and her companions had seen horrible works of literature in that theatre. They had mo

…I’ve always loved Disney. Loved it when I was a kid, still love it today. Back then, I watched Cinderella on a religious basis. I tried to model my own Dad off of Mufusa. When I wasn’t singing to Rascal Flatts, I sang to Belle. Today, I laugh at Rapunzel and Flynn. I sing to all the songs I love and loved. And I give my Smiles and Tears to Kingdom Hearts. …Today I started high school. It’s pretty good, all the teachers are nice and whatnot. I had clubs I wanted to join. New people actually talked to me. I got home, everything was going well. …Then… …I hide behind a cheerful persona