With my short time in Cerulean, I have learned all the things you would need to learn by the water. First of all, I learned that I cannot drown in the water. Why is that? It’s because I’m not allowed in the water unless I’m wearing a fruity bikini, an inner tube, or a banana-hammock (fancy word for water briefs for you uneducated scholars out there.)
So, with my water fears quenched (hahahah, I’m funny), I decided to go down the long bridge to the other side although, to do this I had to pass the massive array of trainers along the way. I battled them all, big to small, couples to PokeRangers (those guys cry when they lose) until I finally reached the end. When I got to the end though, I found a small shack at the end of the field. My curiosity peaked, I started off towards it and let myself in. I didn’t mind breaking into houses that didn’t belong to me, and if I got caught I could always use the age-old excuse, “This isn’t the bathroom!?” while I peed on the carpet (good thing I learned to pee on command. It really has come in handy over the years!)
When I let myself in, I found a bunch of computers and immediately made a snap judgment. This person was a nerd, and not even a clean one! He was one of those messy ones! You know, the kind that can’t pick up a potato chip bag once it has hit the ground. Yeah, that’s the one. So, I looked to see if I could find anything on the walls to show me who this person was. I did find a few diplomas from PIT (Pokemon Institute of Technology) but they just said his name was Bill. Honestly, he needs a better alias. There was no last name! That’s when I decided to check his computer.
When I turned it on, I saw things that no nine year old shall ever have to see in his life. I’m mentally scarred… Although, I have found out where all my Pokemon have been going. Apparently, they all have been going straight into a super computer that stores them. That’s when I thought of it:
What if they mix up my Pokemon and mistake them for someone else’s?
I couldn’t let them mix up my Pokemon! I had to destroy this super computer, and make sure that the Pokemon Center didn’t mix up any Pokemon ever again! So, I grabbed a crowbar next to a crate and left a note that said, “Borrowing this. You won’t get it back.” and ran to the Pokemon Center.
My blood was pumping, and my teeth were gritted so closely together that they couldn’t have even been pried from each other with the crowbar in my hands. At least that’s when someone told me to come over to them. They looked like a shady character, but I was alright with ‘em. He offered to trade me a rare Pokemon for my Dugtrio. As much as I loved the Ground Crew Featuring Diglett, I thought was time to let the little guys go. So, I got rid of my strongest Pokemon for something I was promised only had one head and one brain.
… I hate this stupid Doduo.
Cyan Gitors
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