Good news, nobody!
by, 17th June 2011 at 01:01 AM (342 Views)
I'm posting purely to tell everyone I've finally come across my first randomly encountered shiny. After all the years of playing Pokemon and everyone else I know finding shiny Pokemon, I finally found my own.
It began with my usual task of hunting out some Pokemon on my "Pokemon Acquisition List".
The idea was simple. Head as north as possible, climb up to Acuity Lake, and wander in circles for a few hours to find two Snorunts and one Snover.
I'd dance the elegant duet I'd practiced with Absol to catch them: encounter, false swipe, and throw a ball squarely between my target's eyes (I quickly learned that some Snovers would sooner die than befriend me by kamikaze-ing me with wood hammer). I'd trek back down south to infect them with the P-Virus and rigorously weight train them against hundreds of foes. We'd battle for weeks together fighting shoulder to shoulder against impossible odds - our bond growing stronger as we persevered. Eventually we'd fight through to the daily gym leader battles and make a mockery of my rival, SMEGMA, repeatedly on weekends. Then, as my comrade would reach the fabled level of 69, I'd send him off to Johto to retire in a PC box until the End of Days.
Truly it was a noble pursuit.
At the moment, however, this was still just a plan. It was already 4:50 am. My toes were beginning to numb and so was my brain. There are only so many times you can experience a reset before it starts to take a toll on your pysche. I'd probably been wandering in the snowy grass for a few hours now.
Even this far up north, Bidoof could still find me. At least, its evolved form. Not quite as annoying just to encounter, but close enough to cause a deep sense of nausea mixed with rage. I could rage-vomit every time I see a Bidoof. Bitter, semi-frozen rage vomit.
Because it's cold there. Really cold. I cannot emphasize that enough.
Despite the temperature and stupid-beaver obstacles, I had not given up hope yet, and my heart was still warm with the thrill of the hunt. There's nothing quite like the wholesome game of catch and release to find a good-natured Pokemon with some strong genes to keep you going. And possibly a compulsive disorder. That's a motivator too.
My stamina still carrying me forward into what must've been the second hour (really just the start of things) and my apathy taking such hold that I was busy judging what was going on by sound alone as I scribbled what a good Snover would look like (proud, well accomplished, strong middle-class conservative upbringing, attacking IVs 20 or above, etc.), I stumbled into yet another Snorunt. I could tell it was a Snorunt - they have that weird staccato cry. But then I heard a noise I had never come to expect outside of my legendary beasts. That gleaming sparkle noise.
I don't even know why shiny things make a noise. And it's not just any noise. There's some common understood noise for something that really shouldn't be understood with noise. I blame toothpaste ads for teaching us what shiny sounds like.
I heard that noise and my heart stopped - not from my lethal daily sodium intake, but from the pure disbelief. It was like my body refused to acknowledge such an event and shut down momentarily from the overload. I'm sure if I ever won the lottery, my body would say, "All right, come on. Like I'm supposed to believe that," and eject itself from reality. It might even do that if I get a good paying job with benefits that I enjoy.
Obviously, my good faith in Life wasn't going to be overcome just by a noise. I was probably delirious and hallucinating sounds (yes, you can hallucinate sounds and any other sensory information). After all, minor sleep deprivation and cold winter winds fatigue the mind. It's not like I haven't heard weird things before. Then again, that whispering under the floorboards did turn out to be real and did turn out to be a Jewish family who had been living under the house for eighty years. I was the one laughing that day. Let's see your fancy psychiatry degrees now, Doctor Hammersprie!
So I turned towards the Pokemon. I mean, I can't have really run into a -
And then for a long time, I didn't say anything.
I just... stared at it.
It's fucking... cyan! And yellow! Holy crap! It's like printer ink! My mind was spinning with confusion, shock, ink, joy, and brain juice.
When I eventually came around and my body restarted itself in Safe Mode, I didn't even risk a false swipe.
False swipe can't even KO a Pokemon, you paranoid fuck, I thought.
I didn't care. It wasn't worth the insanely implausible risk. I mean, if I failed now, I may as well drown myself in Acuity.
Snorunt was still staring at me blankly with its beady, little, red eyes. It was probably weighing up the thought of just running for it. This trainer has clearly fallen off the Sane-Train and is limping away into bat country, I heard it think. I should just fucking run for the treeline. Just run until it's safe. Well, I wasn't going to let that happen.
I tossed that repeat ball like a boss.
It tried to shake it lose, but its high catch rate wouldn't let it. It was mine.
Victorious and happier than a schoolgirl on Friday, I saved the game - twice. You know, for safety. Then I flew back to Snowpoint on Tropius' back and offloaded it into the very empty "SHINY" box.
A fine trophy for ten years of Pokemon. I earned it. I earned it hard.
It's a hasty female Snorunt with low-average IVs, inner focus, and a strong will. Not good enough to fight with, but shiny enough not to care.
I could not be more elated right now. I will have to celebrate. Or sleep. Sleeprebate. No, that sounds wrong. Celebraep. ... I'm sure you know what I mean.
Also, don't try to take this moment from me by telling me how many times you've run into shiny Pokemon in the wild. You probably have boxes full of them and just run from them. You probably have so many shiny Pokemon that you're the reason people think everything on the GTS is hacked. In fact, you have so many shiny Pokemon that you find it an accomplishment not to run into one. I also hate you. Can't take that from me can you?
Although, do feel free to share the stories of when you lost your random-encounter-shiny-cherry. Those I'd like to hear.
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