I have so many Mawile. I'm breeding for a Shiny.
I have a bunch of females, already nicknamed, (My apologies) most with Hyper Cutter. They're American, most at level one.
I take most offers and if I don't get any I'll put them for offer on the GTS for starter Pokemon.
Cheren sounds like Nero.
Bianca sounds like Blanco.
Cheren has black hair.
Bianca has really light blond hair.
This idea has flaws, but, Cheren is Black, and Bianca is White!
Oh my gosh I am either a genius for realizing it or really late in realizing it.
My Creepypasta-waiting-to-happen second blog entry has been defied. Also, Shauna has a CHESNAUGHT. What happened to the Chespin fairytales and one-Pokémon Teirno. I mean, it went from 'Seriously dude,' to 'What? Two of my Pokémon are alive and TREVOR wants to fight now?'
Also I'm thinking of writing a fanfiction-a Creepypasta, specifically...like, what if Shiny Pokémon were murdered? What if there was a reason behind them other than a bragging opportunity and an awesomely styled fight?
Yay! Shiny Snubbull! First Shiny Pokémon ever! Not like I ever wanted a Snubbull, but YEAH! Horrible sprite, by the way. Anywho, I just caused an apocalypse and am running around Geoshenge. Nothing real important.
But that's not what this is all about. There is a dance in two days at my school. I want to ask a boy to the dance, kind of like a date, but my parents don't allow me to date, my friend is preparing to ask a drinking fountain, and even though he used to kind of have an interest
I have currently been sucked into a parallel universe where Shauna is a depressed goof who feels weak, Teirno's obsession with dancing has made him a social recluse with no outlet but me, Shauna, Trevor and Calem, Calem is afraid of ghosts, Trevor's self-determination to fill up the Pokedex has made him gay, I'm the only sane person in the world, "I dropped my balls" is a common phrase, the guy who wants to destroy the world is well-loved, and Professors rape little girls.