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| APRIL--or, How the Video Game World Fought Back; SET in r/s/e. A little PG-13 at times... | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 18 2006, 08:51 PM (828 Views) | |
| nya_chan | Dec 18 2006, 08:51 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 1: Get in the game What would happen if your life was a video game? Running all the time with no time for a breather. Having the world stop randomly. Traveling the country in a matter of hours. Having no contol of what would happen to you. ...And having your life scripted. What would happen if the video game fought back? *** What's going on? Where am I? It's dark here...wait! Is that a...spotlight? "Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting!" Huh? Before me stood someone in a white lab coat. An overweight some one in a lab coat. A doctor of some sort? Before I could say anything, he began to talk, but too fast for me to understand. After every sentence or so I could hear a beeping noise. I cought enough to gather he was a Pokemon Professor. Should that mean something to me? The beeping slowed a little as a red and whire orb materialized in his hand. A blus mousey thing sitting on its swollen tail popped out. "This is what we call a POKeMON," he said. Good for you, I don't care, I thought. The beeping picked up again. From what I barely caught, there were many of those things in this world. So there were more blue mice running around in this blackness? "And you are?" The light moved from him to me. "And you are? Are you a boy or are you a girl?" "Are you brain-dead?! Obviously I'm a--" I almost screamed. He realized I was a girl, then said,"All right. What's your name?" A beep. "So it's Marina?" Another beep. "Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?" This is weird. W've been through this before. I'm-- Two beeps. Suddenly I was in a white box next to the words,"YOUR NAME?" Below me was a green box full of letters. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop walking and no matter how long I walked I never got anywhere. Letters appeared next to me. A-P-R-I-L April? That's my name? I knew it was a month but I could have sworn it was Ma-- "So it's APRIL?" More beeps and fast talking. I'm seriously getting fed up wi--Hang on! Moving?! I don't want to-- I could feel myself shrink, then heard engine noises. Looking at all the boxes, I came to the realization that I was on a moving van. This just isn't my day. There was a CLAK! and CHA-chUNK! and light streamed in through the open doors. Natural light. No spotlights. I hopped out to end up in front of a dinky little house. I feel sorry for the sap that lives here. A woman stepped out. From what I gathered of her rapid-fire dialouge, this town was LITTLEROOT. And this was our new house. Oops. Anyway, I was unimpressed with the town. Quaint didn't begin to cover it. We stepped inside the house. One Machoke was doing Lord knows what to the TV, and another one was walking back and forth aimlessly, carring a box. I stood in front of it. "Hey, pally--!" I began. "Gwagwah gwah!" it said. "Ummm, shouldn't it be more like 'chokchoke choke' or something?" "Gwagwah gwah..." I went back to MOM. "That lazy thing is--" "See APRIL? Isn't it nice in here too? Now go set your clock." I sighed and went up stairs to see about this clock... |
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| Ramzam | Dec 20 2006, 07:48 PM Post #2 |
Everybody's Favorite DDR
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After reading this story twice (once on crater) I've grown overly sympathetic for my charachter in the silver version...ah well, it's a videogame, so who cares? |
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| nya_chan | Dec 23 2006, 08:41 PM Post #3 |
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APRIL: JUST A VIDEOGAME?! *hits you with a chair* nya: sorry, you brought that on yourself. Shall I call 911? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Chapter 2: It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world I was surprised to find myself in my room. Wasn't there an unstairs hallway or something? Where did the MOM sleep? Eh, what the hey. I got a computer. I walked over to it and turned it on, ignoring the clock. "APRIL booted up the PC," stated the computer. "Who else?" I snapped. "What would you like to do?" Quick beeping. "ITEM STORAGE (beep) -WITHDRAW ITEM (beep) --POTION x 1 (beep) WITHDREW 1 POTION(s)." I felt the weight in my fanny pack increase, then tapped the monitor. How had the potion POTION been inside the computer? I pondered this then remembered the clock. Wandering over to it, I noticed how high it was. Standing in front of it, tried to pull it down. I couldn't reach. Jumping gave me no success either. I left it as a lost cause and went downstairs. Besides, it was pink. I hate pink. This DAD of mine must not be a good father. Where was he anyway? Downstairs, the MOM was watching the news (that annoying music was playing) and calling my name. The reporter said,"This has been GABBY in front of PEATALBURG GYM." "WHAT'S WITH ALL THE CAPITALS!?!" I yelled. Maybe these nut jobs are polluting me. The MOM ignored me. "Oh...it's over. We must have just missed DAD. Too bad." The beeping speed up again. I heard something about a LAB and a tree that...was a prof. er, PROF.? I walked as quickly as my stubby, circular feet allowed to the front door. This was a weird world. The lab was devoid of life except for a brown-haired, glasses wearing nerd of some sort walking around in pointless circles. I cornered him and pumped him for info. "Hunh? PROF. BIRCH?(beep) The PROF'S away on fieldwork. Ergo, he isn't here." "Wha?" "(beep)Oh, let me explain what fieldwork is." "How 'bout not." Mercifully, the beeps drowned out the rest of his speech. Soooooo...basicly the tree got lost in the forrest...'kay.... Well, if he's out on "fieldwork" then he must not be in this 18x20 ft. little scrap of a town with a grand total of three buidings. I headed for the exit. A little pipsqueak I could sqash with my pinky toe blocked my path and informed me I needed one of those blue mice before I could "face the dangers of the outside world." Now what? There was one place I hadn't been in town. I saved it for last because, personally, it seems rude to just barge into someones house. I noted a sign next to it: PROF. BIRCH'S HOUSE When a mailbox won't do, I sighed inwardly. Then I noticed one next to our house: APRIL's HOUSE As long as I don't have to pay the morgage... I barged into PROF. BIRCH'S HOUSE. "'Lo? Anyon--" I noticed someone sitting at the table. She must have noticed me because an exclamation mark materialized above her head. I get the feeling a lot of things materialize in this world. The woman rushed over to me. "Hello. And you are? (beep)" Then something weird happened. Instead of my snappy response (look at the freakin' sign woman!) the white dialouge box below me read: "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..." That's when I realized something. No on could hear me. That's why I've been ignored. That's why I've been interrupted. Brick walls were more attentive. This was a sucky situation. "Oh, you're APRIL our new next door neighbor. Hi!(beep)" As per usual, I got only a fleeting glimpse of what she said, er... barely could hear what she was writing. No. Saying. Whatever. Anyway, they had a son upstairs (I think). They? I only see her. I went upstairs anyway. They don't have a hallway either. However, there was-- "A blue clock?! No fair!" I turned my gaze to the floor. "What's a bird doing on the ground?" I looked closer and poked it. "A plushie?" What self-respecting male leaves that out? The one sitting at his computer desk and muttering to himself apparently. I poked him in the shoulder. Hard. "Yo! Buddy--!" Uh-oh. More dialouge. And...did I hear music? "Hey! You... (beep) Who are you? (beep)" Not this again! Once again the noise of beeping reigned supreme. I caught enough to gather he jumped to conclusions and was sexist. What a wonderful combination. It made me want to pull his freakish, white hair out.... Hang on. I'm a GYM LEADER's daughter? What's a gym leader? A Phys. Ed. teacher? And this kid is related to a tree? As I stood rooted to the ground, lost in thought and confusion, White Head left. I shook my head and followed, after I kicked his plushie. Take that White Head! I know your weakness... As I left the HOUSE, Pipsqueak was running rampent around town, screaming about trees, zigzags, and--WHUMP! Pipsqueak rammed into me, sending me flying out the town exit. "Noooo!" I cried. "I don't want to get eaten by mice!" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= the chapter title is actually the name of a movie |
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| Ramzam | Dec 23 2006, 11:52 PM Post #4 |
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Ramzam: No...I'm fine...on second thought *calls everyone from his pokemon stories with a cell phone and the pop up, out of thin air* Get the one with the chair!...And bring me an ambulance! Riveing: Umm...Yeah sure. Ramzam: Err...you know, you aren't as bad-*** as in the story, are you? Anyway, good story, Nya...this'll get old real fast...I'm spamming now aren't I? Hmm...TEN PROTEINS FOR YOUR erm...SOCKS, JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T SAY SOUL!!!! |
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| nya_chan | Dec 24 2006, 01:31 PM Post #5 |
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*growls* MY socks... <_< APRIL: *throws the chair and runs away* *goes to convinence store* *buys newspaper* *hits Ramzam with the newspaper* Hah! Take that! nya: Wouldn't the chair have worked better APRIL: ........ *throws a Master Ball at Ramzam, then reads the newspaper* A rooftop sale. Oh joy... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-= Chapter 3: When boxes attack "H-help me!" cried someone. I rolled over and stood up. The best way to describe what I saw? As I stepped forward, I saw I tree being chased by a rabid dog. It was when the "dog" pinned the "tree" against another tree that something dawned on me. Painfully. In fact, the sun burned half of my hair off. When people were talking about PROF.s and birches, they were referring to a person. This person. I'm such an idiot. The Prof. screamed something about a bag and POKeBALLs. What's a pokeball? I remembered back to when I first saw Professor Birch. If that mouse was a pokemon then that orb must have been a pokeball. i dug around in his discarded bag. Scratch that. I picked up the whole thing and dumped it's contents on the ground. Papers blew in the wind. Birch wimpered but that may have been because the dog pokemon POKeMON was standing on his head and gnawing on his right earlobe. Three orbs rolled across the ground. I picked one up at random. The dialouge box said, "Do you choose this POKeMON? YES NO" "Yes?" I said tentatively. The scene shifted. An odd blue thing with starry cheeks was mooning me. I box next to it said, "MUDKIP Lv.5 HP:--------------------: 20/20 EXP.~~~~~~~~~~~~" Farther away, the dog thing was staring me down with a cheerful grin on his face. The box next to it said, "ZIGZAGOON Lv.2 HP:--------------------:" "How?!" I cried. "How is that possible?! HOW DO BOXES TALK?!?" Ignoring me (as usual) a box below the others said, "What should |FIGHT BAG MUDKIP do? |POKeMON RUN" "Erm...fight?" "TACKLE TAIL WHIP --- ---" "Tail whip?" Mudkip ran over and shoved it’s tail up Zigzagoon’s nose, moved it around a bit, then ran back. Zigzagoon’s HP remained unscathed. "What the hell was that?!" I screamed at. No one believes me but I swear I saw it stick its tounge out at me. Zigzagoon sneezed then rushed Mudkip, slamming into him. "Wild ZIGZAGOON used TACKLE," announced the box. "Shut the %$@# up already! I'm sick 'a ya and all your box-y breathren!!!" As you can tell, I was, shall we say, becomeing irked. (To put it politely.) "HP:~~----------------: 18/20" said the box by Mudkip. I ground my teeth and went through the procedure again, this time using TACKLE. One-hit K.O. "MUDKIP gained 15 EXP. Points!" "I don't care about the %$@#in' ex. p. points!!" I screamed. The boxes vanished and more beeping ensued. Birch and I teleported back to the lab. "So AP--(beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (beep) (fanfare) While you're at it, why don't you give a nickname to that MUDKIP? YES NO" "ARRGGHHHH!--huh?" I looked around quickly. What had happened to the lab? This "new" place looked surprisingly similar to when I had been "named." "Oh, great. Not this again," I moaned. But it seemed to be for the mudfish thing so I sat back and watched. M-U-D M-U-D "MUD MUD? No way! Of all the stupid-- nuh-uh! Take it back!" Who am I talking to...? The lab was back, complete with beeping. Groan. Oh, look another yes/no. No. Definately. "Oh, don't be that way. You should go meet my kid. YES NO" Fine. YES. Birch pleased, I headed for the door, then stopped dead in my tracks. But it wasn't me who stopped me. That is, I was stopped by not me. Ah... it was as if I had been coated in honey, wrapped in fly paper, walked into clear Quik set concrete, dipped in water, then sent to Antartica. I couldn't move. Beside me there was a white box: POKeMON BAG APRIL SAVE OPTION EXIT A smaller, red box framed the word SAVE. There was a beep and boxes appeared and vanished to fast to follow. "APRIL saved the game." The boxes vanished, there was a click... ...and the world was thrown into darkness.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-= |
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| Ramzam | Dec 24 2006, 02:02 PM Post #6 |
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Ramzam: While she's reading the newspaper *kicks back the masterball* Quickly! Take the funnies out of that newspaper, Charizard! Kenta: *appearing from nowhere* Have you lost your sanity? Ramzam: Yes I have, Kenta...yes I have...now go back to Hoenn. Kenta: This is Hoenn. Ramzam: Then jump off a cliff. Anyway, good story so far, Nya! Hiro: Who's this APRIL girl? What the hell is Hoenn? And why am I even here? Ramzam: Anyway...-(don'tspamdon'tspam)- good story! I have to stop saying that... |
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| nya_chan | Dec 25 2006, 10:18 PM Post #7 |
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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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| azza3809 | Dec 25 2006, 10:18 PM Post #8 |
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YAY! more idioticy... |
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| Ramzam | Dec 25 2006, 10:44 PM Post #9 |
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EDIT: Is it me, or are my comments getting increasingly longer? Ramzam: I'm here to drive people insane with laughter...and unless you die of it, I'll be forced to do this. Charizard, go jump off a cliff!!! Charizard:  ZARD!?Hiro: ARE YOU INSANE!? Charizard, just burn the entire planet and roast my nuts! Ramzam:  Uh...I think you're more insane than me...Hiro: *holding a stick with several chestnuts on it* What? I meant chestnuts, not my balls. Ramzam: Please keep the profanity down, Hiro! Random girl: *to Ramzam* HI!! Would you like to join The Eragon Protection Commitee? Ramzam: Yes and no. Yes because they messed up on some of the stuff, like not giving Saphira her spikes. And no because well...you're creepy. Brock: :angry: And you still have to be mauled by several angry primape, fight me for that badge, adn introduce me to Mary-sue, Hiro! I want my badge back! Mary-sue: *hiding behind Ramzam* hid he, hior Kenta: At least it's better than Hoenn...Narrator: Oh boy! Let me join in on this, you hos! Ramzam: HEY!!! KEEP THE PROFANITY TO A MINIMUM!!!! AND WHY IS THERE SO MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE CROWDING MY POST!!!!???? Anyway, good story...why is that familiar? *echo* Why is that familar? Why is that familiar? That familiar? That familiar? Familiar? Familiar? :ph43r: Anyway...I really have to stop saying that, already...Now what? Oh right, I'm gonna steal your thing and say the same comment over and over again! *chaos is ensuing in the background, while Ramzam completely ignores it* SPOINK MUFFINS!!!
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| nya_chan | Dec 25 2006, 11:19 PM Post #10 |
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Random guy from dewford:EXPLODABLE WATER, DELIBIRD SANDWICHES, METAGROSS PANCAKES, MAGIKARP PAJAMAS, SUICUNE SNOWCONES, EDIBLE PC, SKITTY ANIME! Ha! Take that! APRIL:*grabs remote and fast forwards to that point in the story* You said that only Explodable Water and Skitty Anime was "hip" though... rgfd:So? APRIL:*waves bandana in his face* rgfd:The uncoolness! It burns! APRIL:*steals riveing's charizard* *toasts rgfd* ...literally Riveing: WTF?! guy who passes out silk scarves:sweet! bandana! Gimme! nya:*pulls out bag of popcorn* *eats popcorn after the heat pops it* "lite?" eww! ramzam:don't control my characters! their my charac--hey! Don't control me either! nya:bwa ha ha... APRIL:back in your stories everyone... nya:i'm not in a story! *shoves APRIL back in her story as ramzam does the same* APRIL:NOOOOO--ack--! |
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| nya_chan | Dec 25 2006, 11:26 PM Post #11 |
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idiocy fun.... but people on crater say the story's losing it's touch...T.T 
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| Ramzam | Dec 26 2006, 12:23 AM Post #12 |
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Ramzam:
anyway...maybe there should just be a forum for being stupid in, you know, to contain most of the infectious comedy!
Hiro: ;) Are you sure I can't say nuts? Ramzam: *ahem!* :angry: Anyway...on the other hand, character control is the cheap way to making fun of people... :P PANTSING YOUR TEAM-MATES AT BASKETBALL PRACTICE IS THE COOL WAY!!! (yes I play basketball!) Riveing: Is it me, or have you COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN TO PUT MY STORY HERE!? Ramzam: Calm down...after I finish chapter ten, so I can post a ton of it at once. *looks at PC clock* OMG! I'm up past midnight! (As if I haven't been up to two A.M. when I was eight years old! :lol: ) And is it me, or is this post absolutely dominated by emoticons? APRIL: HOW COME YOU HAVE ABOUT FOUR POKEMON STORIES? Ramzam: See that Nya? Now THAT'S character control. Anyway, to answer your question, APRIL, it's because three on pokemoncrater were flops. Only Kilarko and Idiotic are my truly shining pokemon stories. Anyway, since you didn't post a new chapter, I'll say this: :angry: MAKE IT SNAPPY!! (But you know I don't really mean it...right? :ph43r: ) |
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| nya_chan | Jan 2 2007, 03:11 PM Post #13 |
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but that's how some people sound on crater coming up on my very least favorite chapter here... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Chapter 5: Explanations and loading "Real...ones?" I asked nervously. "Well yeah," said the random fat guy who walked around town talking about PCs. "I can't just be known as 'the random fat guy who walks around town talking about PCs' now then can I?" "Well..." I began. "Exactly. Pleased to meet you, I'm Bob," said Bob. "Ah--" I said. Bob began to introduce everyone else. "Professor Birch is Edward, his wife is Kathleen, his assistant is Winston, your mom is Marilinda, and the two other people are Melville and Harry." Pipsqueak and the other random guy respectively, raised their hands. "What about Brendan?" I asked. Harry shrugged. "He already has a name. He was lucky enough to get one from the PTB." "But what about Bir-- Professor Edward?" "Call me Ed," said Prof. Eddy. "Dad dosen't just have a last name doofus," drawled Brendan. I pulled my potion out of my fanny pack and chucked it at him. While little birds flew around his head, I turned back to the MOM (why should I use their real names? Huh punk?). "Please tell me there's a way to explain everything, make it all clear so I understand and know what will happen next?" I pleaded. "Take this," she said, handing me the Adventure Journal. As I took it, the room vanished and a series of pictures about Pokemon, badges, items, maps, and much much more swirled around me, explaning everything. The purpose of the game, every Pokemon, Teams Aqua and Magma, the Elite Four Five.... I blinked and came out of my daze. So my entire life was scripted? "Doing all that could take hours!" I moaned. "Not unless the PTB use a Gameshark," said Winston. Everyone but me shuddered. "Is that anything like a Sharpedo?" I wondered aloud. "The ignorance of youth..." muttered Pipsqueak. "A Gameshark," began Winston, "is a-- (beep)" Everyone froze. "Places everyone!" bellowed Bob. Places? The Journal had only explained game play. Nothing particually useful for any other time (like now). Everyone took off in different directions. Brendan grabbed my hand before leaving. "Meet me in Route 103," he said. "Umm..." "And level up your Mudkip! I won't be turned into a charity case. I don't need your money if I beat you." "So that's your oh so tactful and manly way of saying, 'please beat me'?" He grumbled indistictly and dashed off as grey fog filled the room. It cleared and I was in Birch's lab again. I sighed. So from here to Route 103, from there, back. Then to Petalburg, meet Wally, then Petalburg Forrest, and the first Aqua Grunt... I can't do this! It's against...I don't know? My values? My way of living? Something... The PTB are going down. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- it's horrible. don't try to convince me otherwise |:P |
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| bluecybunny13 | Jan 2 2007, 06:27 PM Post #14 |
The BOTHER MASTER!!!WHOO HOOO
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how dare you say that!that story(and maddie's)is the only reason i go on there!!!!the most entertaning story yet........other than the p.o.p. stories with me and ruffie OH and ruffies about her party....oh and*starts to go on and on and on*but im not a smart person like u guys are(u,ruffie,kim,and all the people on this site) |
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| Ramzam | Jan 2 2007, 07:07 PM Post #15 |
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| nya_chan | Jan 23 2007, 06:47 PM Post #16 |
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copy...paste... what's so hard about that? <_< -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Chapter 6: Uninteresting events ...But I couldn't do anything just yet. I'll wait 'til the next time I see everyone in the Save Room and ask them then. For now, I have butt kicking to do. "How lame is it to call the first route 'ROUTE 101?'" I asked the air, while I walked along said route. "And they're patheticly short, too. All the same, why do I need a special pair of shoes to run? It's like saying in order to draw, you need special drawing pencils." In about twenty seconds I was in Oldale Town. Some one who had been in town came up to me. "Hey little girl! Want a free potion?" she asked as weird marching-type music played. "Not really. I have some," I said, slightly creeped out. "Eh, whatever, I'm just doing my job," she said. I was about to walk away when I noticed something. "You...weren't saying what was in the dialouge box!" I realized. "Well duh! Who would want to say that crap?" I just smiled. I had at least one person on my side. The other person in town I bothered speaking to however... "Aaaaah! Wait! Please don't come in here! I just discovered the footprints a rare POKeMON!" "I only care if it's Mew." "Wait untill I finish sketching them, okay?" "Take a screenshot, dude," said as he pushed me aside. "Bleah." I left town and went up to Route 103. Naturally, Brendan was there. "Okay, so it's this one and that one that live on ROUTE 103..." Cue music. He began talking so I merly ignored him. "Thank the PTB it's you!" I said. "Those Zigzagoons use Growl way to much." "I'll teach you what being a TRAINER's about!" "Dream on Grandpa!" I retorted, and the battle began. Who'd a thunk it, 'PKMN TRAINER BRENDAN would like to battle!' I began with Mud-Slap (why?!) and he began with Leer. Nothing real interesting yet. Then he used Pound and the stupid PTB miss-clicked and used Mud-Slap again. Using Tackle this time, I got a "Critical Hit!", but so did he. He used Leer again and my attack missed. We attacked again. Mud Mud's HP was only 5 but TREEKO was hurting too. Fortunately I was faster. "TACKLE," I said, but for some odd reason, Treeko when first. "LEER!" yelled Brendan. "You idiot! Mud Mud is on death's door and you use Leer of all moves?" Mud-Mud shot me a look. "I told you to level up," he responded. "One day," I said, "when you least expect it...--" "POUND!" "Tackle." "Foe TREEKO fainted!" How many exclamation marks are there going to be in this game? I wondered. "MUD MUD grew to level 7!" said the game cheerily. We returned from "battle mode" to Route 103. Brendan threw 300 yen in my face and fled back to the lab. "Cheater!" I yelled. "I can't run yet!" |
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| Anthezar | Jan 23 2007, 09:20 PM Post #17 |
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I liked your story so much, that I read it when I was supposed to be in bed. :P It's really good. People at the crater stink! Your story isn't losing any touch. :) |
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| nya_chan | Jan 24 2007, 04:05 PM Post #18 |
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but as soon as I asked them about it, they admited their mistakes -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Chapter 8: Realizations "I will find that light switch if it's the last thing I do!" I declared, one hand on my nose. "I gotta hand it to ya APRIL, I've never seen someone trip over their feet when they don't have any," said Brendan as he turned on the light switch. "But that nose dive was pretty impressive. Did you have to rehe**** that?" "How can you see something if there's no light?" I asked him. He was quiet for a moment, then muttered, "Practice." I said nothing. Birch broke the silence with his semi-professor-ly knowledge: "Some times when two people argue a lot it's because they like each other," he said happily. I take that back. He must be brain-dead. Brendan blushed. "H-hell no!" he stammered. "Brendan..." warned his mom. "Sorry mother..." he said blushing even more. The MOM gave me a look. "Sorry mother dearest. I guess I sort of caused that..." I said without a tinge of regret. "Actually that's not quite what I was thinking about." She gave me a serious look. Now I blushed. But still, how could someone so sexist like someone like me? Especially someone like me. "Loathing. Un-ad-al-terated loathing..." sang Pipsqueak. "Hey you..." I warned. "It's so pure, so strong..." he continued, vioce cracking. "So strong..." joined Bob. "THIS IS A VIDEO GAME, NOT AN MP3 PLAYER!" yelled Brendan. "Don't mind them. They're just having fun at your expense," said his mom unhelpfully. Having fun at your expense? "That's it!" I said suddenly. "What is?" "The PTB! They're having fun at our expense!" The room went silent. The Mart Worker and the footprint nut were new additions to the Save Room. The MW spoke up. "I've been tellin' y'all for ages. We gotta fight back!" The FN shuddered. "We can't do that! We'll crash!" A shiver went through the group. "'And we solemly declare that we will preserve our liberties, being with one mind resolved to die free men rather than to live as slaves,'" I quoted. No one said anything. "1776 was on! The movers hooked up the TV first!" I defended. It was still quiet. I began to miss that annoying background music. "I can't help it, okay? I'm just not the kind of prson who bows down to power just because it's power!" The MW nodded. The FN looked around nervously. The MOM looked at them, sighed, then looked at me. "Not all pixels are created equal," she said. "But that's just the problem!" I yelled. "They are, damn it!" "Language!" scolded Brendan's mom. The MOM shook her head. "She's a growing girl. She needs to blow off steam." I rolled my eyes. Brendan's mom looked at the MOM blankly. "The worst kinds of parents forget what it's like to be a kid," said the MOM simply. "I was created, not born and raised thank you very much!" said Brendan's mom. "Don't you watch TV?" the MOM asked. "No TV shows come in on your TV I thought though." Brendan's mom tilted her head in confusion. "Sure they do! 'MOM would probably like this program...'" "That doesn't count!" "Hellooooo?" I interrupted. "We were talking about me here!" "Typical female..." muttered you-know-who. "Not the point. Who's with me?" The MW rasied her hand. "No one?" I was crushed. "But...(almost) all of you have said something different about then the 'pre-set' dialouge!" All but the FN's hand went up. "The game! Y-you could crash it!" "And that's different then a Gameshark how?" said Winston. But FN's hand stayed down. "Fine by me," I said. "Majority rules! And... What's a Gameshark?" "Hmm..." began Winston. "One might not be used this time, since we were given to an EB Games--" (I decided to ask about that later) "--but who knows. Maybe this time the PTB won't use one." This time? "Maybe that's why They've been saving so much!" paniced Bob. "I hope not," said the MOM. "WHAT'S A GAMESHARK?!" I screamed. "Winston, you did it again. You went off topic again," Birch said. "Anyway, there's codes that allow you to cheat--" "Awesome!" "--and in doing that they get all up in you private business." "Ew!" "But you can tell when They're using one as soon as they plug it in." Fog crept into the room again. "Gotta go!" said Birch. --- I'm happy have support, but... how do I fight back? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I should just post a ton of chapters at once, but I'm lazy... <_< |
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| Anthezar | Jan 25 2007, 05:10 PM Post #19 |
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Hey, every story has its mistakes. It's the way it is. My story always has mistakes, too. Heck, I've seen printed and published books have MAJOR typos and mistakes. HAHAHA!!! Well, at least you can copy and paste. I've got to write mine now.:wacko: The first chapter was all I had. lol Well, I don't care what mistakes are in your story, (by the way, there aren't any. ^_^) I just want to enjoy your story. I really like it. :) |
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| nya_chan | Jan 29 2007, 07:38 PM Post #20 |
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holy crap... I skipped chapter 7... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Chapter 7: More uninteresting events "Wha--what is... with the stupid--ru--rule that you... have ta...walk off the--screen f--first?" I gasped after I cought up to Brendan at the Route 103 entrance to Odale Town. "What's your problem? It's not that far of a walk," he retorted. "I'M FIGHTIN' THE POWERS HERE!" I yelled. "I was trying to run!" "There's nothing wrong with me," he said. "I don't think saying something different coun--hey! Get back here!" I said as Brendan wandered away. "Aww... c'mon..." I moaned, remaining stationary until he left the screen. Muttering angrily, I followed. Less than a minute later I was back at the lab and Prof. Birch was talking at me. Part of me wished the PTB would slow down the talking long enough so that even they could hear what birch was saying, but the other part of me didn't give a crap. "And here's some POKeBALLs for you to waste," Brendan concluded. "Wha?" I said. "Well, since my dad just gave you a POKeDEX--" "It's not my fault I can't see it when I get something! ...Where's those Pokeballs?" "Prolly in your fanny pack," he shrugged. I took one out and threw it at him. "Typical female..." he muttered, clutching his swollen eye. "I'm keeping this one!" "Sorry, the game won't let you!" I pulled out five Pokeballs. He muttered something that is best translated into asterisks as Birch said, "Not now kids, no blood-spilling. I just waxed." "She started it!" said Brendan. "He started it!" I said at the same time. We looked at each other, horrified that we had had such a similar thought. Birch looked his watch. "Well, that footprint nut has probably just discovered that he's been sketching his own footprints for the length of the game so far, so you better go APRIL. But stop by your house first. You want running shoes right?" "(My name is May!) Well I can't walk past her without her stoping me, right?" I said. "You got it, APRIL," said Brendan. I muttered my own asterisk filled sentence as I left the lab. The MOM, as I predicted stopped me before I left town. She said something about a B button and how she would hang on to the instructions before she went back into the house. I was glad to see her go. But I had a feeling these RUNNING SHOES weren't going to be all they were cracked up to be. I had just gotten to the Route 102 exit of Oldale Town when the constanly-saving PTB saved. I was glad. After less than 30 seconds of running I was winded already. There was the funny beep, the click, and then the way-to-familiar darkness... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= *fixes* 
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