Cool Trainer Andrew ♂, Day 11: A Dish Best Served Cold

Before I begin about my adventures today, I’d like to get something out of the way first.  When did it become the fashionable thing to beat upon Cool Trainers such as myself?  Ever since Cyan’s outrageous remarks, it seems that everyone is set to prattle on about the ineptness of either myself or my family.  Stop it already!  If this continues, I will be forced to write a strongly worded letter to each of you, formally requesting you cease all actions against me.

Now that that’s done… I had the most wonderful day!  Picking myself up from the slump losing had put me in, I set out along route 16 and towards Celadon City.  Seeing the great advantage that having more pokémon could give me, I went about trying to find a suitable companion for my journey.  There was a wide variety hiding in the grass.  Spearows, Rattatas, and a few Doduos.  I’m not sure what it is, but I really like these pokémon.  They all seem so… normal.

Anyhow, I managed to find a smart looking Fearow near a tree, and I sent Lickitung out after it.  Brick break didn’t even scratch the thing, and Lickitung had to move quickly to dodge the barrage of pecking that followed.  Remembering my studies, I had her use Blizzard.  Before the thing could faint, I whipped a pokéball at it.  That’s right, this Cool Trainer now has TWO whole pokémon!  Things are starting to look up for a change!

Advancing further, I came upon an odd little house, buried near the woods.  Stepping inside without asking (a trainer tradition), I found two odd old men.  They were brothers, and the older fellow told me he would teach me a trendy new word:

Artery.

Well, if that’s what all the kids are saying nowadays, then I’ve no choice but to comply.  I artery’d out of there, intent to get to Celadon City before nightfall.  

Celadon is a beautiful place, the tall skyscrapers reaching to the clouds like metal titans, standing their guard against the hubbub and bustle of the streets below.  Now, my plan has been to gain employment at the local gym, and wait there for Cyan to show up.  Sadly, as it turns out, the gym doesn’t permit males within its doors.  Sexist whelps!

It’s getting to be very late, so I’ll have to continue plotting my revenge tomorrow.  For now, I think I’ll curl up with a warm coffee and dive into one of my favorite works: Of Rattatas and Men.

Artery!
Cool Trainer Andrew♂