Its night time and I'm awake guarding my stuff. If Abra appears, I'm ready for him, ready to break his neck.
My Ghastly came to deliver a photograph. It was of a Nurse Joy and an Officer Jenny stood next to each other beside a Ponyta and cart. It was an old photo. The Ghastly suggested it was probably a hundred years old or more. That meant Nurse Joys and Officer Jennys have been around for a century! Perhaps longer!
One hundred years. What was going on?
More questions added to the conspiracy surrounding those strange women.
Moving onto other things...
Out on my travels towards Saffron City earlier, I encountered a wild Poliwag struggling in an Ursaring trap. I waited a moment to let it realise I was there, and when it did, it starting crying. I didn't really want some weak little thing crying around me, so I decided to carry on walking. It would learn from its foolishness eventually.
Suddenly, I felt a cold chill. The little shit has blasted me with water. I spun around to see it laughing as it ran for the nearest bush! I chased after the damn monster and grabbed it with my bare hands! It simply squirted me with water AGAIN!
Angry as I was, I slammed it onto the ground... and... it... evolved. Right then and there. Dazed by the sight of it, I paused only for it to throw a punch at me. Of course, I wasn't going to let it get me again, so I threw the closest thing I could find and it struck.
Poliwhirl was captured. Fuck.
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On my arrival to the Pokémon Center at Saffron City. It was past midnight, and the Nurse Joy there gave me a cruel stare, only for a moment, and it might have been a trick of the light, but I know it was there. This lady knew of my intentions. Well not all. I have other things I need to accomplish. Purple being one of those. But this Nurse Joy had caught my scent. Fortunately, stood across the building was a young man who I had never met but knew all too well. Stood there in his fine purple hat and coat was my beloved Purple Gitimall. He was currently staring angrily at what appeared to be a dead Pidgey on the floor.
He explained it had been stamped on by a Rhyhorn. A bloody Rhyhorn! Bloody Pokémon ashes!
For some reason he was also angry at the Nurse Joy. Bloody Nurse Joys! Oh, but I will uncover their plot. I will.
Before we left, I watched intently as the Nurse Joy placed my Pokéballs in the healing machine. Five seconds later and they were healed. Damn bloody people and their bloody magic machines.
Keep on watching the Nurse Joys.
Pink McQueen
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