Talk:New Writer Guidelines/@comment-28195971-20160624004049

About grammar issues: I am thirteen and I go around correcting people's grammar in their pastas while I read 'em, so I'm sure all those twenty-year-old writers out there should be able to write a pasta that's grammatically correct (in other words, I totally agree with you).

Well, I guess I can understand if English isn't the writer's first language, but otherwise, people need to write without doing this all the time:

"i heard a pikachu behind me!!! i turned around to se a bloody mangled sprite of pikachu, it's ears had ben lopped of!!! this was you're fault it said"

Even the writing quality is bad. Instead, it should be written like this (oh yeah, minor blood warning):

"I heard a quiet cry behind me, sad, but full of pain as well. I could still see my beloved Pikachu falling, stabbed in multiple places by the pointed stones from the battle with Cody. She had hit the hard, rocky ground with a soft thud, although I could just hear the painful noise of her spine shattering from the impact. My only memory, yet full of death and heartache.

"My mind back in the present, I slowly turned around, fearing what I would see. Perhaps the sound had only been my ears playing tricks on me. Perhaps I was fine. Perhaps I was still alone... Perhaps...

"Buttercup's body was mangled, torn apart by the stones. One of her eyes was shut, closed by sticky blood. The tops of her ears had been ripped off, blood pouring from where they had been before. There were still a few stones sticking out of her body; it looked as if she had pulled the other ones out. Her fur was a gray color, and her deep brown eyes were filled with tears.

"For the first time in her life, Buttercup spoke.

"'K-Kate...' She coughed, blood coming out her mouth. When she had spoken, I had seen a cut on her gums that had a small, pointed stone poking out.

"Buttercup collapsed, sobbing. I came up to her, gingerly picking her up and cradling her, her blood soaking my hands and my clothes.

"'Shh, it's okay, Buttercup,' I murmured gently. 'You're not alone anymore. No one's alone anymore.'

"Buttercup looked up at me, sniffling. She let out a weak smile. 'I found you,' she whispered. 'I... I... found... you...'

"Buttercup started to cough violently, blood spewing out of her mouth. After what seemed like eternity, Buttercup heaved one last sigh.

"Tears flooded down my cheeks as I started to cry violently.

"My poor, sweet, mute Buttercup. Only near death did she find her voice."

Okay, the end of the fake creepypasta, whatever, whatever, blah blah blah. Anyways, that's how I wish people would write (at least grammar-wise). Lol, that ended up being way to long. Oh well.