Pokemon hard-mode run of Fire-red. *Shiver*
Throughout my journey as a pokemon trainer, life was hard. I had travelled from the comfortable familiarity of my home in pallet town all across the Kanto region, every new route or cave bringing with it a new companion to walk along my side in my quest for glory.
It was true, I was indeed a great pokemon trainer and because of this I had managed to avoid the pain of losing one of my comrades for a great deal of time... In fact, in my hubris, I was almost certain I would never lose one of my friends. That we would make it to the top arm in arm our resolve unbreakable. How wrong I was...
A thrumming reverberates aloft the mighty seaside winds, pounding... radiating through my chest, its seismic rumbles running alongside my very heartbeat.
"What's that noise?" I query, my eye's shift swiftly to my faithful companion, Tyrant, the Nidoking. His glare sharpens, looking right past me into the distance, the softness fading from beneath those royal, purple plates.
We walk closer, the salty, euphoric aroma of ocean slowly fouling as we drudge onwards with the scent of rancid cheesepuffs and mountain dew.
I pass a sign that reads Route 12, an unknown region...
"Oh boy!" I shout, my sudden realisation that I would be making a new companion this day overwhelming the ominous aura that staled this beauteous land.
We press on... time goes quickly and finally I meet my soon to be team mate, A hulking beast of Gluttony and Sloth, A monster known only as: Snorlax
"Quick let's wake him up!" I shout to Tyrant, the smile on my pixilated face brimming just ever so brighter.
He turns to me "Nido.. Nido-Nido..." His cries aggressive and tinged with the spice of fear.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine." I confort him, my words reminding him of the times we've shared ever since he was but a baby Nidoran going toe-to-toe with braindead spearows.
I delve into my trainer bag and fumble for a few moments before retrieving a cylinder of red and white... The Poke' Flute.
I breath deep, the gales of the great blue filling my lungs, Then exhaled into the instrument, my enthralling melody piercing the veil of the monsters slumber.
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I'm sorry... I just need a moment.
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...
...
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The hulking poke'mon lifts itself onto it's stubby legs, the deep aqua of it's back a sharp contrast to the tan yellow of its stomach. It grumbles and yawns at it's sudden jolt into consciousness, each passing second fuelling the rage hidden behind those squinted eyes...
"Go Tyrant, use Surf" I yell, I choose a weaker attack to test the waters, to see just how much health the creature has (I wanted to capture the thing after all not kill it). The attack hits, but does barely any damage, It holds it's ground far better than expected.
I ready to issue another set of tactical and strategic attacks but the creature bests me this time, A great gaping maw growing wider and wider releasing a gust the stench of craft dinner and dr pepper. A wave of vile wafts over me and my pokemon, I begin to notice those very same eyes of rage and fear begin to droop. Snorlax used Yawn...
Of course at the time I knew the effect of the attack quite well, I was no rookie trainer but my naivety had led me to believe it wouldn't be an issue...
I pressed on... barked the order to use Brick break, my hopes that the super effectiveness of it would damage it enough to capture, as it's health dwindles I watch the fury inside of it grow... It retaliated, this time far more aggressively than a simple yawn... Body Slam.
A boulder of leathery skin launches forward, towards the wall of jutting poisonous spikes known as Tyrant, fear completely absent from those slitted windows of beastial hate.
I shudder, the health bar of one of my dearest friends drops by just over a quarter, the contorts of pain racing through his body apparent on his face before instantly felling to the embrace of night... Yawn had taken effect. Tyrant was fast asleep...
"DAMN IT" I yell at the top of my lungs, an impasse. Jumbled words race through my head 'Do I try and capture this Snorlax and let Tyrannt take a hit?' or do I 'pull him out and miss an chance to tame this majestic fatso?'
The opportunist that I was, I decided to try my luck... the worst mistake of my life... I'm sorry *wipes away a tear*
Throughout my journey as a pokemon trainer, life was hard. I had travelled from the comfortable familiarity of my home in pallet town all across the Kanto region, every new route or cave bringing with it a new companion to walk along my side in my quest for glory.
It was true, I was indeed a great pokemon trainer and because of this I had managed to avoid the pain of losing one of my comrades for a great deal of time... In fact, in my hubris, I was almost certain I would never lose one of my friends. That we would make it to the top arm in arm our resolve unbreakable. How wrong I was...
A thrumming reverberates aloft the mighty seaside winds, pounding... radiating through my chest, its seismic rumbles running alongside my very heartbeat.
"What's that noise?" I query, my eye's shift swiftly to my faithful companion, Tyrant, the Nidoking. His glare sharpens, looking right past me into the distance, the softness fading from beneath those royal, purple plates.
We walk closer, the salty, euphoric aroma of ocean slowly fouling as we drudge onwards with the scent of rancid cheesepuffs and mountain dew.
I pass a sign that reads Route 12, an unknown region...
"Oh boy!" I shout, my sudden realisation that I would be making a new companion this day overwhelming the ominous aura that staled this beauteous land.
We press on... time goes quickly and finally I meet my soon to be team mate, A hulking beast of Gluttony and Sloth, A monster known only as: Snorlax
"Quick let's wake him up!" I shout to Tyrant, the smile on my pixilated face brimming just ever so brighter.
He turns to me "Nido.. Nido-Nido..." His cries aggressive and tinged with the spice of fear.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine." I confort him, my words reminding him of the times we've shared ever since he was but a baby Nidoran going toe-to-toe with braindead spearows.
I delve into my trainer bag and fumble for a few moments before retrieving a cylinder of red and white... The Poke' Flute.
I breath deep, the gales of the great blue filling my lungs, Then exhaled into the instrument, my enthralling melody piercing the veil of the monsters slumber.
_______________________________________________________________________________
I'm sorry... I just need a moment.
...
...
...
_______________________________________________________________________________
The hulking poke'mon lifts itself onto it's stubby legs, the deep aqua of it's back a sharp contrast to the tan yellow of its stomach. It grumbles and yawns at it's sudden jolt into consciousness, each passing second fuelling the rage hidden behind those squinted eyes...
"Go Tyrant, use Surf" I yell, I choose a weaker attack to test the waters, to see just how much health the creature has (I wanted to capture the thing after all not kill it). The attack hits, but does barely any damage, It holds it's ground far better than expected.
I ready to issue another set of tactical and strategic attacks but the creature bests me this time, A great gaping maw growing wider and wider releasing a gust the stench of craft dinner and dr pepper. A wave of vile wafts over me and my pokemon, I begin to notice those very same eyes of rage and fear begin to droop. Snorlax used Yawn...
Of course at the time I knew the effect of the attack quite well, I was no rookie trainer but my naivety had led me to believe it wouldn't be an issue...
I pressed on... barked the order to use Brick break, my hopes that the super effectiveness of it would damage it enough to capture, as it's health dwindles I watch the fury inside of it grow... It retaliated, this time far more aggressively than a simple yawn... Body Slam.
A boulder of leathery skin launches forward, towards the wall of jutting poisonous spikes known as Tyrant, fear completely absent from those slitted windows of beastial hate.
I shudder, the health bar of one of my dearest friends drops by just over a quarter, the contorts of pain racing through his body apparent on his face before instantly felling to the embrace of night... Yawn had taken effect. Tyrant was fast asleep...
"DAMN IT" I yell at the top of my lungs, an impasse. Jumbled words race through my head 'Do I try and capture this Snorlax and let Tyrannt take a hit?' or do I 'pull him out and miss an chance to tame this majestic fatso?'
The opportunist that I was, I decided to try my luck... the worst mistake of my life... I'm sorry *wipes away a tear*