Anyhow, it’s lucky that I came here when I did, because the annual Pokémon-athon was going on. I always used to watch the event on my TV back home, though I fell out of it in recent years. It’s kind of turned into a Miltankperson thing, and not a lot of people from the city go here anymore. But, since I was here, I might as well get into the mood of things. I dropped behind a tent and snorted a quick tail before going out. I wanted an extra boost of confidence if I was going to hang out with a bunch of po-dunk philistines all day.
After taking a good half hour to figure out what language the menu at the Phanpy Ear stand was, I ran headfirst into some odd-looking Nurse Joy who was upon a Ponyta. Catching her eye, I could have sworn that I knew her from somewhere. Also, her hair was so pink that I wanted to dive into it and live there until death came for me, and I could invite him to join me there so no more people would die because we would be too happy in the pinkness…
I’ve learned not to always trust things I see while poking.
Seeing that I’d spent most of my remaining cash, I decided I would have to do something drastic if I wanted to buy another hit before nightfall. Just then, I noticed the grand prize for the race on a nearby flier. That kind of pd would keep me well suited for years to come. I went to the sign-up booth and put my name down. I kept the ‘trainer’ in my name so people would think I still gave a shit about training pokémon.
When the race started, it suddenly dawned on me that I was sort of at a lack for pokémon. Spearow would have won pretty quickly, but I couldn’t use a flying pokémon in the competition. I went over to one of the officials and debated that my Spearow didn’t fly, but simply moved the ground around itself to create the illusion of flying. Losing a good 15 minutes on that, I realized I would have to let my other pokémon out of his ball. I hadn’t looked at the thing since I’d found it on my person after my first trip, and was a little apprehensive to take it out.
The Pinsir burst out when I called him, and his purple-ish shell gleamed in a really odd way. It just looked so… shiny. Perhaps it was just me. Climbing on top of his mighty claws, I situated myself to get ready to race.
Tensing myself, the gun fired to start the race, and Pinsir shot off like a rocket, with me barely able to hang on. The thing must have been going mach 7, and everything around me looked blurry as I rushed by it. We were moving so fast that I couldn’t even make out the other racers. Closing my eyes, I screamed out for help, but the wind rushing by me took my words away. Realizing nothing could stop the mad rage with which my beast ran, I hugged its horn tight, shutting my eyes as we sped on even faster than before.
After what seemed like hours, I opened my eyes. Pinsir had finally stopped, and stood boldly as I slid off of him. I looked around at the new land laid out before me. Approaching some mustachioed fellow pushing a broom along, I inquired as to where I was. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and told me I was just south of Saffron.
Pinsir had run around the earth and back to where we started.
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I passed out in the field from the shock of it.
Woah,
Cool Andrew ♂
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