Cyan, Day 50: And So It Begins…

After waiting a long amount of time, I watched the doors open to the colosseum next to the Indigo Plateau. I wandered past Purple’s bleeding body, taking his hat and stuffing it in my jacket (I like hats!) as I went inside.

The entire stadium seemed to be quiet, everything except for the light at the center was dark. Walking up to the middle, I stared into the spotlight, and then down into the floor. At the center, there was a giant Pokeball outline and I realized I was standing on the battlefield in which the Elite Four experience would take place. It was almost unreal being here.

I started to hear noises from around the colosseum and my interests were peaked. Looking around the entire stadium, I heard a large crack and a roar of cheers as all the lights in the stadium lit up. The entire building seemed to be erupting with the excitement of watching a good match (that or by watching me.)

After hearing the roars of “SIT DOWN” and getting a Raichu thrown at my head (I shall call him Chester), I realized it was time to sit in the stands with the rest of the common folk. Clearly, I was not like them, but I knew that I had to move. I looked and watched Purple running into the stadium, screaming like a maniac.

Now, I don’t know how Biology works, but how is Purple still alive? Last time I checked, when you were impaled on a statue, you STAYED dead. Although, it wasn’t as weird as some lady on a wheelchair wheeling herself into the stadium. It was almost sad, but all I could do was laugh. What? Wheelies aren’t real people!

After everyone had filed into the stadium, I watched as the man who had passed me on the bicycle, ran up and lit the torch to start the Poke-Lympics. A man in a jumpsuit soon after came, and told us that only one of us would be fighting the Elite Four, and we would be fighting in a thirty-two tear tournament in order to find out who it would be.

Now, if I had known this, I would have definitely never joined the Pokemon League. I mean seriously, who would do this if only one of us could win!? Ah well. I guess there’s nothing to do about it now.

Letting out Wang Chung, he nodded at me and gave me a high five (foot?) We were going to crack this tournament wide open. I put on Purple’s hat and shot him a sneer. Have a nice tournament, jerk! I’ll see you in the finals you Purple Gitimpoop.

I think I may have reached a point in my life where I can be hurtful for no reason. It’s fun!

Cyan Gitors

PS: Stupid statues can’t impale anyone properly nowadays.