Shobobo99
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| 31 Aug 2012 07:38 PM |
| Why don't the pokemons just slaughter the trainers? :o |
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link63
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Shobobo99
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| 31 Aug 2012 07:40 PM |
| If they were hostile, humans would be the survivors of the pokepocalypse! |
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| 31 Aug 2012 07:41 PM |
| Because Pokemon follow a code of honor. They are not permitted to kill, though wild Pokemon do have fun beating up anyone who passes by, unless they are captured. A captured Pokemon is also required to follow the direct orders of any trainer with enough gym badges. |
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Mezzanine
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| 31 Aug 2012 07:42 PM |
why don't just nuke the battlefield in cod then since no one can escape because of the 40m radius to the boundary |
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magma72
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| 31 Aug 2012 07:45 PM |
(Story time! :D)
Bi.o: I was born and raised in Viridian City. My family did quite well earning money, however not enough to call us "rich". Speaking of my family, they consisted of my father Jackson, my mother Anne, and my sister Elisa, all of them dead.
You see, one night I was walking home after a trip to a friends house when I saw a flash coming from a trashcan, being a rather curious child I peered in and found pokeball. I had never seen one of those before, so I took it and examined it at home. It felt light, and I imagined it was empty, so I decided to catch a Pokemon. After all I did need something to keep me safe during these walks home.
It took me just about half of the next day but I finally caught one. It was an umbreon, male to be exact. I had loved it for the time I had it, however I can safely say the feeling wasn't mutual.
Two days later I heard a scream, I knew it was Elisa. I thought she had broken one of her toys or something, so I got up out of my cozy slumber to check on her. It turns out that something of hers was broken, but it wasn't her toys. I shuddered at the sight, red carpet, red walls, shattered skull, shattered soul. All with my umbereon, standing on her ragged body, paws dipped in her organs. I ran back to the room and locked the door. My heart racing faster than well, anything.
I backed up to my bedroom wall and panted, my eyes locked on the door. I felt my way to my closet door, opened the door and felt around for my baseball bat. I found it just in time, as the cursed beast burst through the door and locked eyes with me. It pounced, ready to add another score to its list. I swung the bat, hitting it in the face. I then proceeded to smash it even more, beating into a pulp. Eventually, the beast finally died, by then the thing was barely recognizable.
I checked all around the house, begging for my mother and father to be ok. I managed to find them in the bedroom, or at least what was left of them. I gasped in horror and cried, violently hit the bed and even attempted to piece them back together. Needless to say, it didn't work. I managed to find as many pieces of them as possible and buried them, drowning in my own tears.
I'm alone, I have no one to help me. And it's all my fault. Theoretically I killed them. If I never would have caught that thing: me, my parents and Elisa would be ok. But no, I guess that isn't how it works around here. Instead of a normal family, I get Loneliness, Grief, and worst of all, Guilt. I get handed all of the negatives while some other family receives riches and company. They say that someone always has it worse than you, but that's a load of crap. I'm a murderer, a slave to my own self, and I'm alone.
~Magma72~ |
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