I have realized something over my twelve days of traveling and that is: I do a lot of fighting! So, today, I decided to spend my time in Vermillion City, enjoying the scenery, and possibly to go spelunking down in Diglett Cave (I want to breed my Dugtrio. BREEEEEED! … I don’t know what breeding is.) So to start off my day, I sat by the water, watching the tide come in.
As I watched the Magikarp flail aimlessly in the water, I watched the water trainers, helping them to swim. Some days, it just seemed like I should give it all up and go become a swimming trainer. Those guys had no pressure, no major responsibilities, just random water Pokemon and extremely tight banana-hammocks (I refuse to use the words “Swimmer’s Thong”… Damn it.)
There is one thing about this whole “let the world go by” mentality. It’s really friggin’ boring. I needed to go on my next adventure! So, I set off towards the pier, heading straight for Lavender to connect to Celedon City.
As I neared the pier, I noticed a wall of thugs in hats and shirts (“The Black Shirts” is what I’ve called started calling them) all with a large, red “R” plastered on the front of them. Who were these people, and why had they recently come to block my path!? Maybe, they were coming to avenge their murdered comrade. So, I reverted back to my old ways:
Wetting myself, screaming and running back to the city.
So, now humiliated (and wet), I decided the best way to go would be back up the tunnel and through Cerulean. I would avoid the local law enforcement once I got there, or at least think of a decent alibi. Some I had used in the past were “What murder?” and “You mean that you think my Pokemon did this!? You good sir, are daft!” Even though I had no idea what the word daft meant, it always seemed to get good results when I used it.
As I got into Cerulean, I hid for cover behind a bush. That was, until I was spotted. My mind raced. Run? Hide? Plead for forgiveness? There were so few options. So I chose my favorite, secret option D. Letting loose Dodrio and riding him like a horse out of the city.
The Poke-Law Squad was hot on my tail, all armed with Growlithes. This is when I realized that the Poke-Law Squad must all be related. They were all women, with blue hair and Growlithes. Honestly, I don’t know why they continued to let women into important jobs in life. Finally, we reached a strange power plant. Freedom! Although, there was a giant metal blast door blocking our path.
Now, in my family, we have always had this policy… If you can’t walk around it, use your Rhyhorn to smash it to death, but there was no time! The women folk were almost here! I deposited my Dodrio back into my pocket and hid behind another rock by the Power Station. It worked like a charm, they passed right by me. Stupid women! Should know their place in this world! So, my Rhyhorn went to work on destroying the blast door. It should take a while, so in the meantime I’m just going to lounge on this rock.
Cyan Gitors
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