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Arctic Master	Feb 10 2007, 02:51 PM
The ice cold Pokémon trainer Posts: 101 Group: Members Member #27 Joined: February 9, 2007	Okay, now we'll really start the story. Inspired by "The adventures of N00bster, the spammy trainer... (For the info on Mark and Alex, read "the legend of the legendary trainers" to get Mark's. Alex, well...you have to read along the lines... Idiot was just your average kid who always got in trouble. Although he was smart before, some girl had knocked him over the head with a steel club. ( O_o ) So he lost his memory for a while. A few years later, he got his memory back and started doing things that were pure evil. Then, Mark had knocked him over the head. Once again, he had lost his memory. But this time, he became indestructible. Stronger than the stench of a Muk, faster than a speedy Raikou, and can bump his head harder than a Bagon on one of its failed dreams to fly (Or so he thought...does he think?). So now, next to N00bster, we meet the guy who somehow stumbled into the pokemon world to find...whatever he's looking for..., where he starts his pokemon adventure! Welcome to the Adventures of Idiot, the "So-called" trainer! Characters Idiot: age unknown: the main character in the story. Don't ever misunderestimate him. Unpredictable things happen. His pokemon will be stated later. Mark: 16: You had seen him before. Twice. He has a name that's known all over the pokemon world and won't back down from a challenge. Has mostly Ice pokemon and, as you know, an Articuno. Light-skinned with brown hair and eyes, usually wearing an unusual combination of a grey shirt and jeans. Alex: 16(by a month younger than Mark): She's a girlfriend to Mark. Sophisticated, rough on the edges and full of pep. All of her pokemon are Ghost-type. White-skinned with Ocean blue hair and eyes, hair's long, changes T-shirts every day and always wears black or blue cut-back jeans. Claudia: 13: The kind and gentle soul that keeps Idiot out of harms way. Although she's experienced, she hasn't met the likes of idiot before! She will accompany Idiot on his adventures. Onwards! To Chapter 1!!! It was one particular day. Idiot is trying to, once again, get out and see the world. But sadly, the duo, Mark and Alex, won't let him. "What are you doing?" asks Mark to Idiot. "Going out the door," Idiot replied with a grin on his face. Alex pushes idiot back. "Oh no your not!" "I'm not? I can't get pie?!" Idiot cried. Alex hesitated. "I never said you were going to get pie!" "....I like French fries!!" Idiot shouted, like a mad man. Mark sighed and put a hand to his face. "What an Idiot..." That night... Idiot snuck out of the house. Mark and Alex weren’t there when he left. And worse, they were asleep! So, Idiot left. The soonest as he was almost 5 feet away from never seeing them again, he shouted his catch phrase, the one of a crazy guy: "AAUUOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" If only he had did that another 5 feet away... Meanwhile, back at home.... The maniac scream was heard faintly but just enough for Mark to roll out of bed in annoyance. Sleepily, Mark got off the floor and walked to Idiot's room. "Idiot! I thought I told you to st...” Mark stopped abruptly at the shock that Idiot wasn't there. "YOU MOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!" Back in the forest... Idiot thought he heard Mark shouting....Idiot can think?! Either way, he shrugs and keeps on walking. Idiot figures he should probably get a pokemon before they start attacking him. I mean, he's not in the tall grass, right? Wrong! He takes a step in the tall grass and gets jumped by a wild pokemon. A Weedle to be precise. Not knowing what to do, Idiot unpacks a game of checkers and plays a game with himself, switching seats every time it was his turn to make a move. "Sandslash! Swift!" an anonymous voice called from the shadows. A bit of light from the stars that hit the Weedle shows witch direction it came from. The mysterious character comes from the shadows and offers Idiot a hand. This mysterious hand is one of a girl's. "Hello! What's your name?" The girl said. Idiot, not knowing what else to do to talk to a girl he doesn't know, shakes the hand nervously. "M-my name is," a truck drives by and drowns his name out,” but everyone calls me Idiot!" idiot grins widely. "Well, Idiot, you shouldn't be walking around without a pokemon. Follow me to my house." The girl takes Idiot's hand, figuring he's too chicken to walk, and goes to her house. Later that evening... Well, the girl was kind enough to let Idiot stay. Her name's Claudia. She's White skinned, pink hair and eyes, long hair almost as long as Alex's, and wearing a green t-shirt and black cut-back pants, with good running shoes. "Well, don't you have anything to say?" Claudia asked, waiting for a "thank you" from Idiot "...Hug me!" Idiot shouted. "....." Claudia figured not to ask. From the looks of his eyeballs, he sure looks of his name, Claudia thought. "...Do you have a juice blender I can borrow?" Idiot asked. "Why would you need...never mind. Just go to sleep. Mom will wake us up bright and early for you to get your own pokemon," Claudia said with a yawn to back it up. She goes to her room to hit the sack. Idiot, on the other hand, is clueless. He has no record of what had happened, whatsoever. So, he just sleeps, standing up. The next morning... Idiot and Claudia get up and eat breakfast. Idiot was confused of how to use a fork and Claudia's mom kept on teaching him, like a little kid. Anyway, soon, they wave goodbye to Claudia's mom to go to professor Querral's house for Idiot's first pokemon. "Hey! Professor Querral! Over here!" shouted Claudia, waving. She got his attention, alright. "Hey Claudia! How's it going?" Professor Querral asked. "Just great. Listen." A truck drives by, drowning Idiot's name out, "...but everyone calls him Idiot. He's just starting an adventure!" said Claudia, enthusiastically. "Is that so?" asked Prof. Querral, "well, Idiot. What do you want?" Idiot's brain was able to compute this conversation, for the first time, but, like n00bster, he wanted the Charmander. "I want the Charmander!" idiot said, practically repeating n00bster when he got his first pokemon. "Charmander? You’d do better with Squirtle or Bulbasaur!" Prof. Querral said, trying to offer a better deal. "I want Charizard!" "Charizard isn't a starter," Said Prof. Querral. "I WANT CHARMANDER!!!! I WANT 'IM! I WANT 'IM! I WANT 'IIIIIIIM!!" Idiot shouted, in a temper tantrum. "Well...you see...a trainer took the Charmander earlier today. You can wait until tomorrow for one," said Prof. Querral, uncertain of what Idiot might do. "WHAT?! NO CHARMANDER?!?! GIMME A CHARMANDER!!!" idiot shouted, in another temper tantrum. He calmed down eventually, 20 minutes later, and every time Prof. Querral tried to calm him down, idiot just shouted louder. "Well, I can't offer you a Charmander, but I can offer you this!" Prof. Querral said pokéball in hand. "Wooooowhat is it?" Idiot asked with enthrallment. "It has a pokemon that can evolve five different ways. It's an Eevee. Go ahead and take it. Idiot takes the pokéball. "Yahoo! I got Eevee! ....What's an Eevee?" Idiot asked, stopping his enthrallment stage. "I believe this will be of great use to you." Prof. Querral gives Idiot a Pokédex. "Use it when you need to. All your questions about pokemon will be answered here." "Cool! ...I'm hungry!" Idiot said. "Its okay, Professor Querral, I'll watch him!" said Claudia with glee. "Okay, Claudia. I'm depending on you! Show idiot what it's meant to be a real trainer!" said Prof. Querral. And the two went off.
	I'm probably gonna add my other fan-fics here, just for the hell of it.

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