Leaving the random house I stayed in (that old lady’s house was really nice!) over the night, I went to the Pokemon Center and again healed my Pokemon. I sometimes wonder if I’m running them too ragged. I mean, I’ve been back to different Pokemon Centers in the past three days three times! Poor Electabuzz must have epilepsy by now…
I walked around the city, taking in the sights (the Grunt I head-biked was still there) and noticed that every single Team Rocket member was gone from the city. Whoever Giovanni was, he must have gotten frightened by my MAD SKILLZ (not actually as mad as they may seem)!
There was two gyms in Saffron, one being the actual Gym and one being a dojo for Pokemon. Realizing that I hadn’t had Chinese food in a while (and I didn’t know what dojo meant), I waltzed in, belly empty and brain ready for the most exquisite food I could handle. That was at least until a Blackbelt Trainer came in and threw out a Machop, screaming Japanese at me. I don’t know how to speak this (my family moved here from HOENN!) Letting out Electabuzz, I let the battle commence. Electabuzz’s wild instincts were still uncontrollable. I didn’t notice this until Electabuzz pushed over and curb stomped Machop. I don’t get why my Pokemon are so violent, they just seem to be. That is until something better comes along.
Machoke appeared in front of Electabuzz and he screamed. Running at Machoke, he yelled, charging electricity. That was until he was slapped into the wall by Machoke, leaving a noticeable dent in the wall. Taking back my primal leader, I threw out Dugtrio who dug underground and knocked the Machoke in the air, flipping it on it’s back. Apparently, this counts as a win. The Blackbelt screamed more Johtonese (speak English, damn it!) and ran off, having another one take his place.
Machop was thrown out again, only to be tackled into submission by Dugtrio. As Mankey came to fight, he too, was thrown against my Ground Crew’s brute strength. Primape on the other hand, had none of that, yanking on Dugtrio’s heads. I returned Dugtrio, throwing out Dodrio to see if he would fair better. A quick “Magic Flying” attack took out Primape.
I’m not going to pretend like I remember what happened, all I know is, by the third battle Rhyhorn was thrown at me. Legitimately THROWN into my skull. The next thing I remember was being screamed Johtonese out by the last trainer, pointing at two Pokeballs on two sides of the room. It is never good to make a decision without knowing your options, but when you’re a Hoenn-English-Johtonese man who doesn’t speak Japanese, you take the one on the left.
I got a Hitmonlee. I am… Ariadosman.
Cyan Gitors
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