We were down to our last Pokemon. And by our last Pokemon, I mean five of my Pokemon versus his h4xx0rz which managed to set up two Dragon Dances which then proceeded to sweep the hell out of me. How did I beat him?
Serperior sacrificed herself, but managed to pull off a final Leech Seed. The rest of the battle was me throwing Pokemon after Pokemon in a desperate attempt to stall for time. And for once, for ONCE, SLAVE-KUN (guess what his purpose is) proved useful! His Detect
Hoppin' on the bandwagon.
What do you all think about me?
Right now, in Japan, is February the 27th. 15 years ago, on this day, two games were released for the Nintendo Gameboy. These games were Pokémon Red and Pokémon Green. They were the start to a franchise, a franchise that would define many childhoods, including my own. They were the start to Pokémon.
On this day, we aimed to be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them was our real test, to train them was our cause. We traveled across a land, searching far and wide. Each Pokémon
I don't want to grow up. I know this is teenage angst, but really, I don't want to grow up. I want to remain a kid, unaware of sex, unaware of anything. I think I said this somewhere before. I miss being innocent, I miss the thrill of playing Pokemon Ruby, I miss, well, me.
I've lost track of myself by this point. I'm constantly doubting my actions, wondering if my intentions are true or if I have ulterior motives. I'm constantly doing stupid things out of infatuation, I'm just being
I'm thinking of starting a fic set after the events of FRLG. It involves a mute protagonist named John Stiles, who has no memory, no history and no parents. But that's not the important part.
1. Red becomes champion in FRLG. Being champion basically makes him president of the Kanto region, giving him practically full control over the police. The Kanto region is kind of the capital of Japan (work that out people).
2. Due to his paranoia, Red tells his police force to