The bell rung announcing that it was my turn to compete. Now I don't want to seem like I'm giving into this fad of pokemon battles that seemed to have caught on in this future/past, but I must fight. If not for my honor (HAHAHAHAHAHA), then it will be for my hat. I will hunt down who took my hat, leaving a path of pestilence and destruction in my wake.
I walked out onto the field and saw my foe: Skinhead Brent. He chuckled and started mouthing off about how his pokemon team was part of the master race (he might of said skin color but I think I heard pokemon team). In regulation of league rules, each match is to be fought with 3 pokemon so I picked my 3 (my pokemon waited for me all these years, trapped in the computernet!) and prepared for the battle. Before the match began we had to listen to the announcer tell the crowd our personal information (WHO TOLD HIM WHO I WAS) but magic happened while he made the mouth talkie. There was a boy about Cyan's age arguing with a Nurse Joy, a man with no eyes, and a red-head wearing short-shorts about whether or not he should evolve his Pikachu. Amid them telling the crowd my bank details the boy screamed a scream of passion and slapped the Thunderstone out of the Nurse Joy's hand. Conviently, MY Pikachu happened to be out of his ball and was whacked in the face with stone, forcing evolution! Yay! Missile is now a Raichu!
Time to take on Skinhead Brent with my new and improved pokemon (Missile kinda sucked before he evolved, I have big hopes for him)! Skinhead Brent sent out an Electrode and I ordered Missile to hit it with a Thunderbolt in the hopes that I could cause a short circuit. Skinhead Brent is quick though, ordering his Electrode to explode. Both of our pokemon fainted (I think his took more damage although).
“HAHAHA! How do you like my strategy, Purple SHITemall!”, laughed Skinhead Brent.
“That is not my name!”, I fired back. I am so witty.
I sent out Koff Koff and Skinhead Brent surprised me by sending out a Weezing of his own! Damn, with how powerful Koff Koff is, who knows how strong his could be! As I started to think out a plan (My head hurts), he barked out an order! Oh no, if he comes up with a plan first he could beat me!
“Explosion!”, we both cried.
He blew up and I blew up at the same time. The Skinhead laughed and said the way I exploded “was like poetry, it rhymes”. I guess in the future everybody is stupid, so I appear to be beautiful poet in their uneducated eyes. Granted, I'm technically uneducated but I think that doesn't matter because I'm like the smartiest person ever.
What pokemon will Skinhead Brent send out next? After having 2 pokemon in a row who used explosion, what could he possibly have next? Out came another Electrode. Clearly Skinhead Brent was a man with a plan. I sent out Tubbo the Fat Guy (he seems like he lost a bit of weight, I hope he isn't offended by me calling him Fat) and prepared for what kind of magnum opus strategy that Skinhead Brent has prepared- oh explosion. Lucky for me that Tubbo the Fat Guy was bulky enough to take his wimpy little explosion. I win! Hooray!
Catch You Later.
Purple Gitimall
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