Last time, we got yet another gym badge.
This time, I'm going to be showing you the sites here.
Duels to the death?
Oh.
And so, we fight this guy. And then after, we fight 3 other people.
Again, these guys stand no actual threat to us. I beat them once with half my pokemon down when I played for the first time.
Wait, why does he have another kid in his arms? That kid is never seen again...
Sorry, that should be the last pony pic in a while. It just seemed appropriate.
Oh, better switch out.
That was easy.
"So we better keep wearing her down so she can't resist"
So you're TRUE and HONEST about that, then?
Uh oh.
Is this whole family insane?
Shockingly, she too is a pushover.
Then again, maybe I'm so badass, that no enemy stands a chance. Yeah. That's it.
"I still have to smack you!"
Against my better judgement, we go inside.
Actually, no. Their son is just some random Cooltrainer. That's it. We won't see him till Victory road.
Thanks, just let me get prepared and
*Puts on sunglasses*
Brace myself.
Well....
Moving right along.
Here's the pokemon daycare center. If we were doing breeding, we'd leave pokemon here.
As we pass, we see a bunch of flowers.
Not until I think of a CSI: Miami joke.
Let's see...
Yes. Yes they are
It's because they're black, isn't it?
Alright. Well, thanks for the item. It powers up Dark-Type moves.
I'm not using any of these items yet. I'm saving them for the Elite Four planning stage.
Uhhhhhhhhh....
Whatever helps you sleep at night, lady.
Puny rock! Taste the power of Rock Smash!
Why do I read this in a reserved, almost dreadful, tone?
Back at the house:
You know, I don't think we ever learn anything about his parents. Maybe they're dead. Maybe he's like... batman.
I should say right here that I rather like Wally as a rival. He just doesn't appear in the game as much as I think he should.
Fun fact: He likely has Asthma. That's what his whole illness problem is.
If it's Asthma, it's just the clean air, my friend.
Good luck with that.
Buddy, I'm the hero of this story.
Well, that's enough of that. Moving right along.
Wait, aren't I forgetting something?
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