This is his response to my review, which he reposted at the beginning of this temper tantrum of his.

"I don't like this, not at all. You're misty is a bitch, and you've overpowered her to absurd amounts. Don't gimp the main character of your story, doing so is a sign of bad writing. Misty found those ultraballs, they are not hers, so she holds no bartering power here. It's insulting how stupid you seem to think your readers are. Don't let all the "kind" reviews go to your head, and make you think that you're a good writer." I'm sorry, but the idiocy contained above was enough to actually compel me to respond to it. Look pal; just because you don't like one small part of a story does not mean that the author is a bad writer, and while I will admit that the majority of people on here would call a cross over between Mythbusters and That Seventies Show involving a romantic relationship between Justin Bieber and a loaf of wheat bread a great story, a solid 100 pages of people are all basically saying that this is one of the better fics out there. That alone should have caused you to reconsider your closing sentence. Also, it's pathetically obvious that you never even got to the fifth chapter. This thing is 30 chapters long and has taken me a solid week to read (I can average a Harry Potter book in just under two days at 5 hours a day.) As such, there is a fuck-ton of content that you will never see just because you think Misty is a "bitch". (I apologize for the language, but that is the only word I can think of to accurately describe the extent and depth of this story.) Since you are probably too stubborn to go back and give the story a second chance, I'll just tell you a bit about what you would have found. Misty has quite well-developed back-story, almost all of it full of pain and grief. Considering she was stuck in a virtual hell-hole fore a good portion of her live with little else but survival to distract her from brooding on it, it is no surprise that she became hardened and cold. Yes, technically she didn't "own" those ultra balls, but in a situation such as what befell Pallet Town, (all hell breaking loose and destroying any form of civilization) looting or staying with someone who loots is the only way to survive, It doesn't matter who the stuff does or did belong to; they obviously can't use it and you can, so you might as well try and stay alive as long as you can. In any case, the previous owner was dead, so no one owned the Ultraballs anyway. Besides, what was she going to do? just give them to Ash and Oak? They weren't anymore theirs than hers. You don't seem to understand that in situations where you can go home at night and be sure you'll be safe thanks to the police/government, you need to fend for yourself, or if you're at all noble your loved ones, first and foremost. Otherwise you'll just be killed for what you have or be manipulated and then killed. I really can't fathom why I bothered to waste time saying all this to someone who will likely just throw a hissy-fit over it. I guess that just shows how arrogant, ignorant, and generally stupid you were with your "review" as to anger me enough to do so, on top of the fact that you are trashing on what is a very well constructed piece of prose without any form of logic or coherent thought behind it. In closing: go and find some good taste as well as some humility. I look forward to the lulz from your predictably irate and poorly construed response. In short: Grow the fuck up. Now for my response It seems to me that you believe that using big words makes you intelligent. Let me be the one to tell you that they do not. Let's dissect this comment, shall we? "I'm sorry, but the idiocy contained above was enough to actually compel me to respond to it. Look pal; just because you don't like one small part of a story does not mean that the author is a bad writer, and

while I will admit that the majority of people on here would call a cross over between Mythbusters and That Seventies Show involving a romantic relationship between Justin Bieber and a loaf of wheat bread a great story, a solid 100 pages of people are all basically saying that this is one of the better fics out there. That alone should have caused you to reconsider your closing sentence." Just because many people believe in a crazy idea, does not make said idea rational. If I believed I was Count Chocula, and I got a bunch of other people to believe it as well, that would not give the idea any more merit. All it would mean is that the whole group was crazy. Your declarative statement is meaningless. "Also, it's pathetically obvious that you never even got to the fifth chapter. This thing is 30 chapters long and has taken me a solid week to read (I can average a Harry Potter book in just under two days at 5 hours a day.) As such, there is a fuck-ton of content that you will never see just because you think Misty is a "bitch". (I apologize for the language, but that is the only word I can think of to accurately describe the extent and depth of this story.)" I read all the chapters posted at the time. Is the amount of time you can read a Harry Potter book in supposed to impress me? It seems more likely to me that you are using that as a basis for how long it would take you to read your whole story, and by that extension, me. However that doesn't work, as I can read any one of the Harry Potter books in one night, so reading your whole story is far from being a feat for me. "Since you are probably too stubborn to go back and give the story a second chance, I'll just tell you a bit about what you would have found. Misty has quite a well-developed back-story, almost all of it full of pain and grief. Considering she was stuck in a virtual hell-hole for a good portion of her life with little else but survival to distract her from brooding over it, it is no surprise that she became hardened and cold." That's no excuse for being a bitch. If you want a sympathetic reaction to her melodramatic sob story, then you're talking to the wrong person. "Yes, technically she didn't "own" those ultra balls, but in a situation such as what befell Pallet Town, (all hell breaking loose and destroying any form of civilization) looting or staying with someone who loots is the only way to survive. It doesn't matter who the stuff does or did belong to; they obviously can't use it and you can, so you might as well try and stay alive as long as you can. In any case, the previous owner was dead, so no one owned the Ultraballs anyway. Besides, what was she going to do? just give them to Ash and Oak? They weren't anymore theirs than hers." I can't help but notice the lack of refutation about her bartering position here. Since you agree that they weren't hers, then you must also agree that she has no legitimate claim to them, therefore rendering any form of bartering moot. "You don't seem to understand that in situations where you can't go home at night and be sure you'll be safe thanks to the police/government, you need to fend for yourself; or if you're at all noble, your loved ones, first and foremost. Otherwise you'll just be killed for what you have, or be manipulated and then killed." Is this actual first hand experience talking, or are you just speculating on what you believe such a situation would be like? If you want me to take you seriously, then you should probably back up your

points with sufficient evidence and solid proof. Again, your declarative statement is meaningless. "I really can't fathom why I bothered to waste time saying all this to someone who will likely just throw a hissy-fit over it. I guess that just shows how arrogant, ignorant, and generally stupid you were with your "review" as to anger me enough to do so, on top of the fact that you are trashing on what is a very well constructed piece of prose without any form of logic or coherent thought behind it. In closing: go and find some good taste as well as some humility. I look forward to the lulz from your predictably irate and poorly construed response." Oh yes, how foolish of me to doubt your greatness. You know, if you're going to call me arrogant, ignorant, and generally stupid, then you need to make sure you are without these faults before doing so. You seem to have an over inflated sense of self importance, and that your story is an amazing piece of literature. The problem is that it's not, and you're not some great fountain of undiscovered talent. You are a normal person writing on a website where others critique and review the stories posted, and nothing more. Good taste is relative, and telling me to find humility when you yourself display little to none is laughable. I actually corrected a few errors in your spelling from the excerpts I posted here, so your argument kind of falls apart. In the future, you might want to calm down before responding to someone, so as not to dig yourself a hole like you did here. Assuming you're sane, the only laughing you'll be doing after this is the slightly hysterical laugh of someone who has realized that they are in over their heads, although somehow, I don't see this happening. "In short: Grow the fuck up." The amount of irony in that statement is simply amazing. I'd like to share a metaphor with you, one that you may have heard before. Those who live in glass houses should refrain from throwing stones. Please think before you speak/write next time. Good day to you. - Thorndsword