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nya_chan	Dec 25 2006, 10:18 PM
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...) Posts: 749 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: December 14, 2006	wait...the constantly giving the same review was my thing on kenta's story! <_< ( ) APRIL: speaking of stolen things Peliper uses water gun on Charizard gets comics wet NOOOOOOOOO! nya: ha ha! gets soaked by water gun throws GBA oops... NOOOOOO! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Chapter 4: The Save Room I looked around the blackness. Not that there was anything to look at. I sat down, though I found it hard to find the floor, and crossed my arms. "I want explanations and I want them now!" I announced. "All in good time," said a voice. I looked around. How stupid of me. A light bulb flickered into life above my head. It didn't appear to illuminate the suroundings at all. It was as if the room had no walls at all. It did shed some light on the people around me. The mysterious voice? The MOM. Eight other people were there too. Birch, White Head, Pipsqueak, White Head's mom, the nerd, and two other random people I'd seen in town. Mud Mud and the Zigzagoon were there too. The only people I had ever seen. "W-where am I?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the deadly silence of this place. No background music, I realized. The MOM sighed. "We'll begin at the beginning, a good a place as any. Listen closely, and all your questions will be answered... "First of all," she began, "this is not the real world. This is a video game." There was the sound of my jaw hitting the floor. Once I regained control of it, I said, "That would explain all the boxes." "Interrupting is not listening closley," she snapped, then continued. "We're all video game characters. This is the Save Room. Anyone you've met, any Pokemon you've seen or caught all come here when the game is turned off. And this...records your progress." She clapped twice and a book appeared in the air in front of her. Printed on its spine were the words, "Adventure Journal". "Hey!" I exclaimed. "I recognize that! That was next to my computer. But...all it had was stupid stuff about the start and select buttons..." The MOM nodded. "That's all the PTB see--" "The who now?" "That's a band. PTB stands for the 'Powers That Beep'--" "I thought is was 'That Be.'" "I'll never be able to explain if you keep interrupting--!" she yelled. "Sorry," I interrupted. "I guess since I can't see the text boxes I don't know when people are done talking." "Never stopped you before," muttered White Head. His mom tugged on his ear and whispered harshly to him, "Brendan, don't make me ground you..." "I'll be good! Don't use Geodude on me please...!" he moaned. The MOM ignored them and went on. "The Powers That Beep make more sense in our case. PTB is used to describe god-powers, so it works. They control us you know, and program us. And what do you hear when people are talking?" I said nothing. "I was finished." "Oh! Ummm...beeping? So...if They control us--Hold up! How do you know all this?" The MOM sighed. "We go through this every time." "It's like you have short-term memory loss or something," said Brendan "It happens to you too, ya know," said Pipsqueak. Brendan pulled down on his bottom eyelid and stuck his tounge out at Pipsqueak. The MOM grabbed Brendan's bizarre hair with one hand and put her other hand on my shoulder (I was standing now). "Let me say this. This is not the first time we've had to explain all this. You need to remember, This Is A Video Game." I nodded. I wasn't forgetting that any time soon. "We're just NPCs, Non-Player Characters," she continued, still with a death grip on my shoulder and Brendan's hair. "We don't have to be reprogrammed every time the game starts over. But you are the main character. When the game restarts, you--the PTBs more like, can choose what to say." "It's not like I talk much." "Yeah, but that's not the only thing. There's your name, ID number, heck, even your gender." She shook the hand with a grasp on Brendan's head. I stood silent for a few moments, then asked the MOM to let go of Brendan and me. She complied and muttered an apology. "Now what?" I asked. Pipsqueak smiled something resembling an evil smile. "Our names. The real ones..."


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