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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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| Ramzam | Feb 26 2007, 07:15 PM Post #61 |
Everybody's Favorite DDR
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The egg's going to hatch into Wynott, isn't it? I'm guessing because my pokemon games only go as far as Johto, so there. Anyway, as usual, good story...*sigh* Anyway, I have problems with saying that, so excuse it. Meh...(insert random, over-enthusiastic comment of chapter here)!!! |
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| nya_chan | Feb 26 2007, 07:54 PM Post #62 |
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yeah, it's wynat. Someone on Crater said that was a lame pun. It made me mad. Stupidity is hard to write (...if you're actually putting effort into it :ph43r: ) |
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| The One And Only..... | Feb 28 2007, 03:24 PM Post #63 |
Yay a member title, I've never had enough posts for this!
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Just pretend you're an idiot. It works like a charm. :lol: |
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| nya_chan | Feb 28 2007, 03:32 PM Post #64 |
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I meant Ramzam and Arctic's stories. >.> |
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| nya_chan | Mar 7 2007, 04:54 PM Post #65 |
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I just found out that clumsiness as well as puns are hereditary. Like my clumsiness, I get bad pun making from both sides of the family. ("She's darn good at sewing." -_-; ...See?) As we all remember, the last line of chapter 29 was "Why not?" This is a direct follow-up. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Chapter 30 The old woman's snicker made a chill run down my spine. "What?" I asked. "Was it something I said? Or is it just because I have too many Pokemon in my party?" "No, it was something you said," she admitted, still laughing. "Come back with only five Pokemon and you'll see soon enough." I sighed and walked to the PokeCenter. Going straight to the PC, I deposited Zaggs the Linoone. After pausing for thought, I healed the rest of my team as well. That Egg better be worth it, I thought as the Nurse "saw my Pokemon for a few seconds (even though they were in PokeBalls)." I stared impassively at the red and white spheres, wondering if some day she might not feel kind enough to return them. For a non-profit organization, PokeCenters make me nervous. The Nurse bowed. "We hope to see you again!" "I am so telling the HSPCP on you..." I muttered. Back outside, the woman was still waiting, smiling like Mona Lisa. "So, my fine creator of bad puns," she said, "you've returned." I furrowed my brow. "Bad pun?" "'Why not?' Remember?" I blinked twice. "That was a pun?" Something clicked. "Oh! It's a Wynaut, isn't it!" She nodded and handed me the Egg, looking slightly relieved that I would be out of her hair soon. "There you are." I examined the Egg. After a few moments of observation, I said, "This isn't a Wynaut Egg." "Why no-- I mean, how come? It has to be!" I held back a grin. "Nope. Look, blue and red triangles." She blanched. "That's--that's a--" "Togepi Egg. You took the words right out of my mouth." "You! Y-you cheated!" she exclaimed, trying to take the Egg back. "Blame the PTB and their GameShark for inspiring me," I retorted, lifting the Egg above my head and out of the reach of her flailing arms. "You gonna cheat to hatch it too?" she fumed. "Nah, I'm not trying to help the PTB. I'd rather just loose the Egg, but that might be too cruel. I'll wait." "Good luck," she murmurred, evidently not meaning it. "You too." *** The journey back to Petalburg was a cakewalk at worst, with periods of being easier than taking candy from a sleeping baby. I ran the entire way, even going under Cycling Road, with the intent of having a "rare" Togepi sooner, rather than later. No such luck. Ten steps into Petalburg and past the point of being out of breath, I decided to check the Egg's progress. A box popped up containing the menu. Pokemon was highlighted. A list opened. Mud Mud, still unevolved at level 35, was on the left side of the screen. I scanned down the rest of the list on the right: SPARKY Lv. 32 CONGO Lv. 31 PSYCO Lv. 35 WINNY Lv. 34 BAD EGG I glared at the list. "What the hell's a 'BAD EGG'? I didn't know I had to refrigerate it." I prodded the icon. "A mysterious EGG found at the DAY CARE," read a new box. "It seems this EGG will take a very long time to hatch." An inaccurate depiction of the Egg shook back in forth. I leered at it. "That means 'never,' right?" The box merely repeated itself. I stormed past the Gym to the PokeCenter, making a beeline for the PC. I rammed the Egg through the screen, thinking I should have either just kept using Linoone, or not tampered with the Egg in the first place. A cackled like a demented penguin. Selecting the Egg that was now in the box, I choose "RELEASE." "You can't release an EGG!" the game told me. My face fell. "...What?" I tried again. Though I had more control over the inner workings of the game than most, the Programming-PTB still had me beat. Like pedestrians being forbidden on Cycling Road, Eggs could not be released. It would have to sit for eternity in the PC, taking up space. My eyes flashed as an evil idea wormed its way into my head. As soon as the PTB turned on the PC, I gathered my god-like GameSharking abilities and filled all 20 boxes with Bag Eggs, leaving room for five more Pokemon, hopefully the legendaries. I smiled to myself as I left the PokeCenter and the PC. They should have used a Mac. Still proud of my brilliance, I entered the Gym. After clearing all seven rooms of concious Pokemon, I doubted Norman would be much harder. They're Normal-types for crying out loud! "Hiya Pops!" I said, entering the Final Room. The room's single occupant glared at me. "Who are you?" "The person who's role-playing as your daughter, 'member?" Recognition sparked in his eyes. "APRIL! I'm so sorry! It's just that I don't see you that often." "Because you told me to get more 'experience' before even thinking of challenging you? You dug your own grave." He made a face. "No, it because I barricaded myself behind an army of my inferiors. Oh well. Sorry about not recognizing you. I'll battle you to make up for it. How 'bout it?" "Why n--sure, Normal," I shook my head. "Norman. Dad." He raised an eyebrow but sent out his Spinda. With a snort, I sent out Gardevoir. "You lead with a Spinda? There's no way we're related." He smirked. "Don't be so sure." He then commanded Spinda to use Teeter Dance. Underage chickens swirled drunkenly around Gardevoir's head. I smacked my own forehead. Gardevoir did the same. "No!" I told her. "Attack Spinda!" Gardevoir nodded vigorously, causing herself damage once again. "--My God..." I muttered, recalling her before too much more damage was done. I sent out my under-used Minun, with the highly original name of Sparky. "Quick Attack," I ordered calmly. Spinda went out cold. "How did you do that!" exclaimed Norman. "Yeah, we're not related," I said. "You made a 'Speed' room, then forget the basics of Pokemon battling. That's pathetic in an impressive sort of way." He scowled. "It's not like I train, y'know." I rolled my eyes. "Yes. Because you barricaded yourself behind an army of your 'inferiors.' I bet they could beat you." "W-well," he stammered, "if I could move from this spot and this room, I would." "Cry me a river." He did not start crying, but he did send out a Linoone. I swapped Minun for Gardevoir. This time for sure. Soon enough, Linoone's carcass was replaced by a Vigoroth. Yet another battle went by without a counter-attack. What was left of Vigoroth was replaced by a Slaking. "This time for sure," muttered Norman. I snapped to attention. "What?" "This. Time. For. Sure," he repeated. "Why?" "Er, nothing. Psyco, use Psychic.... Did i just say that?" Slaking's special defense was far from being the best in the world, but it was decent enough to enable him to survive the hit. Norman grinned. "FACADE!" It's probably worth pointing out Gardevoir's defense wasn't the best in the world. Teeth clenched, I sent out Mudkip. "Finish this! Use Whirlpool!" The Mud Fish complied. Lo and behold, Slaking held on. "Unbelievable...." "NORMAN used HYPER POTION!" announced the game. "That's cheating!" I cried. "Like you have the right to talk. Besides, my lackeys use item too, and you don't complain." "But they don't use useful ones..." I grumbled. Slaking was now at full health. However, "Foe SLAKING is loafing around!" "Oh wow," I said. "When you get a Pokemon in a trade, you need enough badges first." "I know that! It's just TRUANT." I was confused. "It's not skipping school or anything like that; it's right here!" "Not that kind! It's its ability." "A pretty useless one," I muttered. "Mudkip, use Mud Slap." One mud bath later, Slaking was back in the game. After a short exchange of Facades and Whirlpools: "Foe SLAKING was defeated!" "Music to my ears," I said. "Even if it wasn't really talking." Norman handed me a badge, giving me a poisonous glare. "You are so groun-- Hey! Wait! Come back!" Not even listening, I had already taken off through two rooms before he had noticed. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= HSPCP=Hoenn Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Pokemon. Hee hee. I wrote this chapter in blue marker in my 5 (now 2 0.o) subject notebook. I don't know why; I think I couldn't find a pencil.... |
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| The One And Only..... | Mar 9 2007, 11:30 PM Post #66 |
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Yay a member title, I've never had enough posts for this!
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I have a theory about Nurse Joy. When she says I hope I will see you again, she means she hopes to see your pokemon again which means she wants them to be injured which THEREFORE means, she is evil. |
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| Ramzam | Mar 10 2007, 10:44 AM Post #67 |
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Everybody's Favorite DDR
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Lol, true...too true. Anyway I stand corrected about wynautt, oh well. I'm not good at guessing. BTW Nya...      ...those smilies really creep me out @_#;;
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| nya_chan | Apr 9 2007, 06:16 PM Post #68 |
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Whoa.... It's been over a month since I updated here.... 0.o -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Chapter 31 Several minutes later found e approaching Route 118 pleasantly humming "On the Road Again." Suckering Wally's parents into giving me the Surf HM had been entirely too easy. I knew full well bullying is bad and crime doesn't pay, but as long as they were under the impression Wally's uncle was a nice person, they were putty in my hands, faithfully believing the lies I feed them. I laughed to myself as I selected Linoone from my list of Pokemon. Though he was still recovering from his PC excursion, I sent him out and pulled out the shiny silvery-blue disk that was the Surf HM. "You're a great Pokemon and all," I told him, "but Normal-type moves don't cut it. You know the drill. Open wide...." I tapped the top of his head. His eyes switched from the original blue to "LOAD" and "ING." His tongue stuck out, making a slight whirring noise. I grinned. "Good 4-disk CD player." I set the disk on the tongue. It pulled itself back in, making the same noise. After a brief barrage of boxes, a fanfare played, and "ZAGGS" reportedly "learned SURF!" Shame that's not cheating, I thought, sighing. My happy mood was beginning to desert me. It does that a lot. It didn't come back on the other side of the "river." As soon as I noted two familiar faces, I swore. "Not you two again, I moaned at Gabby & Ty. "Just leave me alone. I'm quite happy not being famous." Gabby looked at me quizzically. "That's strange. Why not?" "Uh, duh? I don't want my every move documented by certain, er..." I coughed, "reporters. That's just messed up. Outta my way." "Ah! But! Wai--!" She tried to move, but with figurative Super Glue on her feet, it proved impossible. "Come back!" she cried weakly. I ignored her; I had more pressing matters to attend to. "Just like a walk down Memory Lane," I said, "only not as pleasant or scenic. Isn't that right, Stephen?" It was indeed, our bizarrely attired "friend" Stephen. "What was that?" he asked. "I'm afraid I wasn't listening. You see, this rock and I were just having this wonderful conversation about--" I scowled. "Stephen, the rock is not talking to you." I slapped it out of his hands. "Alfred!" he cried. "Shut up. Are you on Volcanic Ash or something?" That made him wince. "Maaaybeee...." I sighed in exasperation. "That's what the 'glass blower' said. Are you trying to mess up your life? Do you want to spend the rest of your life blowing flutes through a straw?" "I--uh...." By a stroke of luck, I had made him go speechless. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "I got a new letter from Daddy--uh, my dad." He pulled it out ceremoniously, clearing his throat. "Ahem. Tell APRIL about type match ups." Stephen furrowed his brow, reading further. "That was rather lack-luster," I informed him. He squinted at the tri-folded, 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of Harbor Mail. Great, yet another thing I recognize, I thought unhappily. Stephen finished deciphering the rest of the letter. "'...And don't even think about going near Route 114.' ...Dang...." He gazed at me forlornly, as if I could some how help him. I made a face. "You're pathetic. Aren't you supposed to be the strongest NPC in the game or something? I'd hate to see what sorry state your Pokemon are in now." "Well...." "Grow up and get a life," I snapped. I stormed off, leaving a confused, though smirking (a very odd expression), Stephen behind. It creeped me out, but so did many things, so I decided to ignore it. Although, if he was so proud of himself, wouldn't he have swaggered off by now? I turned back and retraced my steps. Stephen was nowhere to be found. I smiled to myself. "It's backwards. I walked off first.... Heh." Good humor returned, I continued on down Route 119, singing "On the Road Again" loudly and wondering what on Earth the background music must sound like to the PTB. "On the road again--" I sang. "--road again," echoed a voice, a beat behind. "Who's there?" I asked, trying to peer through the tall grass. "--there?" repeated the voice. "I swear, if you don't come out by the count of ten I'll rip you a new--ow!" "Ow!" said the mystery voice in unison. This time it wasn't an echo. I had collided with a Bug Catcher. "Wha'd you go and do that for?!" he exclaimed. "I'm just a harmless member of the MIMIC CIRCLE!" I rolled my eyes. "'Harmless' my ass." Then, louder, I said, "You're really strange." "You're really strange," he repeated. "Just lose already," I sighed, choosing a Pokemon. If loosing wouldn't shut this kid up, nothing would. "Just lose already," he said, with a similar action. Dark-type or not, Mightyena swiftly annihilated his entire team of Bugs, using only Dark-type moves. "You suck, you know that, right?" I asked the mimicking Bug Catcher. He pursed his lips. "I did my best, I have no regrets!" "Wrong game," I corrected, walking away from the fourth uncomfortably bizarre person I'd seen in the past five minutes. It only got worse. "Hey! I remember you!" someone yelled loudly. "I'm right in front of you," I told him, "and I value my eardrums. Who are you?" He sighed. "It's only to be expected. A change in heart comes with a change in wardrobe." "Are you even sane?" I asked bluntly. "What are you?" He scowled. "I'm that Aqua Grunt, remember? After I went AWOL, er...resigned, I discovered I had a strange obsession with a certain Bird-type Pokemon," he said nervously. "Look inside." He pointed to the house next to him. Do I want to? "I mean it, if I'm attacked by thronging hordes of--WOAH MY GOD!" I immediately shut the door and turned away, slightly dazed. "There's Wingull in there," I said faintly, still in shock. "36 to be exact. But the PTB only see six; 36 is too many for people to be able to walk around." "N-no kidding," I stammered. "Oh! Just so you know, I saw a few of my old buddies come through here a while ago. Just a warning." "Sure." I then beat a hasty retreat. Memory Lane has taken a detour onto Insanity Boulevard. Next stop: Mental Institute. I came close to laughing at my joke, then stopped dead as I realized how pathetic it was. I sound like Wattson. The Institute I ended up stopping at was not proceeded by the word "mental," but that's probably the type of institute where its residents belonged. Its "guards" proved my point. "Hey you!" said one Aqua Grunt. "Don't even think about going into that WEATHER INSTITUTE over there!" "Yeah!" said the other. "We're guarding it!" "You're both facing the wrong way." "No, it's right," said the second one. "I think...." He held up two hands. "This 'L' is backwards, so...--Yeah, it's right." "Right and left, not right and wrong you idiot!" I all but screamed. "Say...you seem uncomfortably familiar...." The first grunt gasped. "I was just going to say the same thing! Great minds think alike, eh?" "Not even close. Who are you again?" "We're those GRUNTS from the OCEANIC MUSEUM, remember? The ones you pulverised?" "Good times, good times," said the second grunt. I groaned. "I will eat my bandanna if I see one more person I recognize. That's it. I'm outta here." I turned around sharply and brazenly entered the two-story building. "What does Team Aqua want with this place anyway?" I wondered aloud. "Whoop-de-doo. Weather. Whatever they want, they must not want it that badly if they put those numbskulls outside." After a brief moment of blackness, the rooms came into focus with all the perfection pixels could offer. One of the first things I noticed was a bed. Upon reaching it, I was attacked by boxes claiming I had fallen asleep, and somehow my sleeping was directly linked to healing my Pokemon. To me, it seemed as effective as rocking them back and forth on a conveyor belt, but hey, what do I know? "It was only for a couple seconds though!" I yawned. Nothing like a two-second nap to make you realize how tired you are. I stretched and proceeded onward, clearing out the grunts on the first and second floor untill-- "Bwa ha ha ha ha!" cackled a female voice. "You thought you were so strong, but you still couldn't get through my--ACK! What happened to my GRUNTS?!" "Mightyena ate them," I said simply. "It what?" I shifted back and forth from foot to foot. "Look, it was kinda gruesome. I'd rather not talk about it." I took a closer look at the woman who seemed to be guarding the researchers. My eyes fell on her enormous growth of orange hair. She noticed my gaze. "Er...well, I'd like to get out of here asap-y, so...." She selected a PokeBall. "Y'see, all the weather makes my hair frizzy and really unmanageable." I raised one eyebrow. "You can't escape weather y'know. It's everywhere." "Yes, but the thing we're trying to get is directly linked to the weather and--" She clapped her hands over her mouth. "I've said to much! Now I must kill you!" "Are you kidding me?" I asked. "Killing me would be nigh impossible. I can survive without food, bathrooms, sleep--" at this, I yawned, "--I can run into walls and not get hurt, I have a barrier that repels me from the edge of cliffs, and I can spend extended periods of time around Wattson and escape with my sanity and sense of humor intact. I'm pretty much invincible. As far as I know, the only way to kill me is to reset the game." "There might be one other way..." she said with the air of someone who knows more than what they're saying, but are afraid to admit it. "Never mind. I just meant it as a figure of speech. That's what the 'bad guys' do." "Monologuer," I muttered, readying Minun as my opponent sent out her Pokemon. "AQUA ADMIN SHELLY would like to battle!" said a box. No dip, I thought. Minun successfully beat down the barrage of Water-types and other low-level Pokemon. I stifled yet another yawn. What's with me? I wondered. I ignored the proceedings following Shelly's demise: Shelly gripes about losing, Shelly and Team Aqua vacate the premises as the screen fades to black, Researchers congradulate me/thank me for saving their sorry rear ends, I get awarded with a Castform for aforementioned actions, beeping stops as everyone shuts up. Peace at last. Finally, I exited, moving foreward to what I hoped would be more interesting events. Instead, I was stuck with-- "Hiya APRIL," said Brendan, grinning savagely. "You gonna eat that bandanna?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- |
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| Ramzam | Apr 9 2007, 08:06 PM Post #69 |
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Ramzam: Top; ROFL! I practically fell out of my chair, there! Bottom; LOL. I probably would've said the same as Brendan... |
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| nya_chan | Apr 10 2007, 02:47 PM Post #70 |
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Yes, I was quite proud of both of those. It's one of those times where even I as the writer laughed (though that's not saying much in my case :P). |
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| Arctic Master | Apr 15 2007, 08:22 PM Post #71 |
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The ice cold Pokémon trainer
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Wow, I haven't been here in a new york minute. Yep, I'm back again. |
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| nya_chan | Apr 22 2007, 05:02 PM Post #72 |
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Chapter 32 I put a palm to my forehead, swaying slightly. "My head," I moaned. Something very strange was happening. I had felt this tiredness before, but where? I was too woozy to think straight. "No, your bandanna," Brendan corrected. "I don't even know how you could eat your own head." "Rot in Hell, you miserable sack of reprocessed cow vomit." "Cud ya lay off the insults and name-calling APRIL? Every time I try to have a civilized conversation with you, you always--" Cud? I thought. Very funny. I made an unhappy face and interrupted him. "Come off it. I've never had a civilized conversation with you." "But.... APRIL--" "Shut up!" I yelled. "Stop calling me that! My name isn't APRIL! It's--" Wait, what was my real name? "No, you shut up! Good-for-nothing, motor-mouth female!" "Sexist slime!" I countered, choosing Mudkip from my line-up, hoping to stop the shout-fest. I stared at the red-and-white sphere for a moment. It wasn't fair. Mudkip got a real name, complete with proper grammar. Why not me? I seemed to be the only (important) character without more than one name. My pessimistic thoughts were disrupted by a flash of blue light, instead of the typical red of everywhere else. "Stupid video game," I grumbled, throwing Mudkip's PokeBall. After the light cleared, I could see Brendan's unfortunate choice: Slugma. He buried his face in his hands. Slugma once again solidified under the wrath of Water Gun, like all its predecessors. Gardevoir destroyed his Lombre and Grovyle as well in very short order. Ordinarily, I would have done it so that more of my Pokemon could have fought, but I felt as though finishing this battle as swiftly as possible would be in my best interests. "I can't believe I lost to a girl," Brendan moaned. "Yes you can," I snapped. "Seriously, get over yourself." He shot a glare at me. "I--" "Look, I'd love to stay here and argue, but I have more important things to do that argue with you at the moment. Like, anything else. Actually, not just right now, but for the rest of my life, however long that is. Hasn't been nice seeing you!" With that, I tried to proceed onward. Strangely, Brendan just stood there, unmoving, as if in shock. He was speechless. Not grinning, smirking, sneering, or anything. Just standing there, looking... ...hurt? I was dumbstruck. Usually he would have made a not-so-witty comeback or snipped at my being of the female species. But no, he looked...sad. "You really hate me, don't you?" he asked, voice soft, but cracking. Of course, I wanted to say. But all I could do was stammer, "I...er--" I quite simply didn't know what to say. I'd never seen this side of Brendan before. Sure, I'd had my suspicions, but-- Suddenly, I swayed. In the next instant, the START menu was open and the game saved. Had it not, I probably would have had to have done much more back-tracking than I would want to.... When I came to, I was back in the familiar darkness of the Save Room. Pipsqueak stood near-by, grinning slightly. "I see you decided to stop by," he quipped. "I see you decided to develop an attitude," I growled in reply. The grin vannished faster than greased lightning through melted butter. Soon, everyone I had seen so far began to show up. A large crowd was forming, with varying concentrations in different areas. Kind of like the Union Room. Various Pokemon I had seen skipped about the room. Lanette continued to play an online RPG. The Footprint Nut was gripping about my recent GameShark-like actions to the Mart Worker (who was ignoring him). Life continued as normal, even in the strangest of conditons. And there was Brendan, hiding and ashamed as if he had done--or said--something he wasn't supposed to. Also normal, I reasoned, though there was something much more decidedly strange about him than usual now.... And I, main character, star of the show, was ignored. Feeling my strength return, slowly but surely, I stood up and observed the organized chaos the Save Room had become and felt left out. This was no kind of existance. I approached the MOM, who was in the middle of a very animated conversation with Brendan's mom. I tugged on her sleeve in mid-sentence. "Why does life suck?" I asked casually, as if only discussing the weather. "Because you're in a video game, yet have your own values and want your opinions respected in a world that doesn't care about you. Happy?" "What if I could escape it all?" Hundreds of two-pixel high eyes turned to look at me. "I hate it here," I added. The MOM's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Ever with his bad timing, Winston interrupted her soundless speech. She snapped her jaw shut as Winston began, "Sorry, no can do. The game would have to be restarted, which you can't control." Had he been anyone else, I would have expected him to also thumb his nose and twidle his fingers. Two people were not listening. The Footprint Nut and Mart Worker made quite a pair as they flailed their arms madly and shouted at each other, though standing only ten paces apart from each other. As they noticed they were being watched, they stopped. "Arguing?" some one asked. Footprint Nut nodded solemnly, but the Mart Worker disagreed. "It was a spirited discussion," she huffed. "'Cuss' is right," Pipsqueak muttered under his breath. "So...what were you discussing?" the Aqua-member-turned-Wingull-fanatic asked. Mr. Briney, his new best friend, nodded. "He says the main character being depressed and suicidal glitches the game in an unfixable way," accused the Mart Worker instantly, pointing to the Footprint Nut, causing him to finch. Professor Eddy Birch re-adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. 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| nya_chan | May 20 2007, 05:36 PM Post #73 |
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Chapter 33 Birch sighed deeply. "If you really, desperately hate it here, there is a way to get out, other than the PTB resetting the game. After you--" Screaming like a strangled mongoose, the Footprint Nut clapped his hands over Birch's mouth. "Don't tell her!" he cried. "She'll kill us all!" "She won't kill us, she'll just mmph mm mmmf." Birch pried Footprint Nut's hands off his mouth once again. "Stop that. I was just going to say mmfmm." Turning a charming shade of magenta, Birch yanked the Nut's hands away from his mouth another time--this time by the wrists--and hurled him a ways away. "Never. Do that. Again," he snarled. "All I wanted to say was--" "I must admit, I am quite intrigued. What, pray tell, is this 'way out' you keep discussing?" Winston asked. Birch turned fuchsia and veins throbbed in his temples. "For the love of God," he growled softly, "shut. Up." "Yessir!" Winston all but squeaked. "You people are all pathetic," I sighed. "So Eddy.... You were saying...?" He said nothing, only sat there, turning a deeper shade of purple, nearly maroon. I swallowed nervously. "C'mon Dad," Brendan muttered. "Breathe...." With a nearly Earth-shatteringly explosive sigh, Birch emptied his lungs. I tried not to gag on the fumes. "I give up!" he declared. "No one's listening. No one cares abou--" "I care!" I cut in. He just glared at me, and clamped his jaws shut, taking my hopes of freedom with it. "I'm not saying anything else. You're all rude." And with that, he crossed his arms and took to sulking. I did likewise. Storming off and lost in thought, I collided with Brendan. He screamed. Still embaressed, I guess. Then he stammered quickly, "Uh, w-watch where you're going!" he snapped. "No," I returned in kind. "I'm in my own little world. You're trespassing." Thus, I infuriated yet another person. Brendan began to fume as well. He stormed off in the direction of his father. For some strange reason, I felt proud of myself. You can't win 'em all, but you can sure as hell try. Just watch; I'll beat this thing. Feeling restored, I wandered around. The air in the Save Room was tense, aftermath of the earlier conversation. And so, I planned. If I was going to be living in a nightmare, so were the PTB. Five minutes into my "meditation", Brendan intrerrupted me. "Could I talk to you for a sec?" he asked. I opened one eye. "You just did. Goodbye." I shut the eye again. "No!" he exclaimed. "It's important!" "Take a number." "You--! You...you are so annoying, yet so--" he made a small squeaking noise and covered his mouth. I opened both eyes this time and looked at him. He was turning pink. "'So...'?" "You're annoying," he concluded. "Eh, I do my best. But you just repeated yourself anyways." Brendan grumbled indistinctly. "C'mon. Just walk with me." Sighing obnoxiously, I stood up, planning to do everything in my power to annoy him. He was not going to enjoy this if my life depended on in. He went straight to the point: "What's you taste in guys?" If there had been a liquid in my mouth, I would have spewed it over the general nothingness of the Save Room. "What?!" He looked at me plaintively. "Well?" "Er...I guess...um--" "It's abs, right? Girls like guys with abs, don't they?" He interrupted, rambling, probably not realizing he was making a fool out of himself. Then he began to flex. "You don't have abs," I told him. "You're like the Pillsberry Doughboy." To prove my point, I poked his stomach. He bent over double and giggled. That's right: giggled. Still laughing slightly, he straightened. "So, eheh...you still haven't answered my question." I smiled a sad, but in no way disappointed smile. "Not you." Brendan went as white as his hair. "But--" "Not listening." I raised a palm in a "talk-to-the-hand" motion. Brendan stood where he was, expression blank, heart broken. And I didn't care. That disturbed me. Why was I like this? This "pure evil" facade I had put up had only made me more enemies than I could number. Why does my life suck? "Howday! Whut yous thinkin' bouts?" Of course. Mr. Briney. "How much I'd like to slap you in the face." Yup. There I go again.... "Mah ayes!" he exclaimed. "Don' use no mace! Ah ain't dun nuthin'!" "I'm surrounded by idiots!" I screamed, drawing more attention than I needed. I looked at the angry faces. (Actually, there were three that weren't. Mr. Briney couldn't understand anything anyone told him, unless they spoke "Southern," and the two dimwitted Aqua Grunts were high-fiving each other.) "Oh thanks," grumbled Winston. "Look you--" I snarled. "I didn't ask for this. I just wanted to live a normal life, but I can't since I wouldn't know what it's like. I appeared randomly. I don't even know my own name!" It's amazing how loud total silence can be. "So...you're a jerk because...?" asked Pipsqueak. "Because I want to be!" I roared. Did I mention I was entirely too good at making enemies? "If that's how you feel..." murmured the MOM. And just like that, the crowd was gone, and my firm desire to escape was cemented. |
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| Ramzam | May 20 2007, 07:50 PM Post #74 |
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Everybody's Favorite DDR
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Dun-dun-DUUUUUUUUUUUUN! |
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| nya_chan | May 21 2007, 05:07 PM Post #75 |
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TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
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Chapter 34 I spent more than 24 hours brooding and planning. There was no day or night here, just the steady pace of time. I planned further ways to infuriate the PTB as well as deciding on a new name for me. Even though changing my name would be a pitance for me, nothing I chose actually fit me. Chaos was nice, it described me for sure, and foriegn names, like Caos and Kaosu* were cool too.... Heck, it could make no sense, like "Nya" for all I cared. I just needed some kind of identification. However, "APRIL" kept coming back again and again: C'mon, think, think, APRIL.... And there it was again. Constantly haunting and taunting me. As soon as the fog began to roll into the room again, I gave up. I was time to let all hell loose. I started with the fog, first. Finally, I had managed to get it to turn the lavender I had been trying for much earlier. There's one thing that's gone right. Let's get to the actuall game shall we? Of course, Brendan was there. Realizing that we were looking each other in the face, he squeaked and ran off, dropping a CD: HM 02, Fly. Picking it up, I reasoned, He confesses his love like a fourth grader, I thought dryly. And he doesn't act much more mature either. I continued on to Fortree. On arrival, I was greated by an old geezer. I looked around the town, then at him. "But...there's more than four trees, isn't there?" He gave me a peculiar look. "What?" I made a face. "I said: 'There's more than four trees, isn't there?'" He glared at me. "I heard you the first time. Ya don't havta repeat yourself. Sheesh. Kids these days...." "Answer the frickin' question." He looked at me slyly. "Kids these days aren't smart, either. It's not 'Four Tree,' it's 'Fort Tree.' Don't you pay any attention to spelling?" So this is how every one sees me.... I'm good. Instead of making a sharp retort, I smiled sweetly. "Thanks for the assistance Grandpa." "I ain't no one's grandpa! I oughta--" But as I reached the wooden bridges, the clacking drowned anything else he said out. Wasting no time, I was heading straight for the Gym. I should have known nothing was that simple by this point. "That's disturbingly solid for air," I noted calmly, poking it. It made a noise. "Cool! It talks!" I exclaimed, and continued to poke it, stopping only when the geezer from the entrance exclaimed, "For the love of GOD, shut up!" "Same to you, Mister!" I called, saluting, even though I couldn't actually see him. For the first time since the Save Room, I felt somewhat normal. Whistling, I left town. Obviously, with the lack of access to the Gym, the whatever-it-was I needed was out of town. An unpredictable video game would be nice... ...I paused. Oh, right. Me.... In Route 120, paparazzi lurked. "Oh my God! It's her! It's her! Ty! Take a picture!" Ty shot Gabby a look. "For the last time: It's a filming camera. You can't take pictures with it." "But it's a camera, isn't it?" "Not that kind!" I would have kept walking past them, but I noticed something was amiss. "Aren't you guys still supposed to be on Route... one hundered...something-or-other?" Gabby ignored my blunder. She ignores a lot of things. "But you're the bestest Trainer ever! You have to battle us again! We came out here to see you! We're your biggest fans! Please battle us? Pleasepleasepleaseplease pweeeeeeaaase?" She got on her knees, starry-eyed, and palms together as if she were praying. "That's not a symbol of fandom," I said slowly. "It's more stalker-ish that anything else. And never say 'pwease' around me again. Just so you know, 'please' has an 'L'." "For the record," Ty spoke up, "it was her idea." Gabby smacked him with her microphone. "Don't tell her that!" she whispered harshly. "We're on air and I just--" I'm not sure what Gabby had done, but I could tell this would be an interesting episode. Yet another one of my revenge-schemes: get on TV without battling. Another one of my not-even-close-to-being-my favorite people was on the bridge, staring over the edge and at his reflection: Stephen. As I approached, he asked, "APRIL, am I a looser?" "Yes. What specifically are we talking about?" "You might want to check you SOOT SACK if you haven't already...." I pulled it out. There it was, a long gash down the side. I looked up at him mouth agape. I formed several words, but none of them were vocalized. Stephen nodded as if he had understood anyways. "It was me. Dad forbid me to go to Route 114, but I realized you had a bag full of--" He gestured vaguely at the torn pillow case. That explained the odd smirk he had given me the last time I had seen him. He had some how managed to slit my Soot Sack and take all the Volcanic Ash that had been in it. Ash-head. "Look. I've been through rehab. I'm a changed man. Please don't hate me for who I was." "Don't worry. I hate everyone." He glared at me. "Oh. That makes things so much simpler." I nodded, choosing to ignore the jab. "Pleased to be of service. Though, for the record, you do sound sober." He rolled his eyes. "Bit by bit..." he grumbled. "Here. Take this. It'll move what's blocking the Gym." "But I liked the squeaky air," I whined. He raised his eyebrows, startled. "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that...." Muttering something, probably unkindly comments on my personality, he walked forward along the bridge and out of sight. I went back to more-than-Fourtrees, passing Gabby & Ty on the way. "You're always act as though I'm some sort of idiot! Just because I don't know how to work high-tech equipment like some people--" "You live in a friggin' video game! You are high-tech equipment!" He winced. "...Is it just me, or did that sound perverted?" "Gawd! You are such a freak!" Gaby began to pound on Ty with her mic again. Ty defended himself with his camera. It snapped like a twig, given that cameras are fairly delicate. "You broke my freakin' camera, woman!" he yelled. "Then call the Geek Squad...man!" "I am a geek!" he roared. And there I was, watching it all. "Wow..." I marveled. "You two would make a great sit-com. Or better yet, reality TV." Their jaws thudded softly against the grass. "You mean--" began Ty. "--you heard it all?" finished Gabby. She sank to her knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! Pweeeeaase?" "Nope. Learn to use the letter 'L'." Leaving Gabby sobbing behind me (and Ty pointing and laughing with his broken camera), I finally moved on to "Ft. Tree," and my sixth bagde. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- *Both mean "chaos," though Nya is (sort of) thrown in as a joke. In my Emerald version, I changed the main character's name to CHAOS after I got my GameShark, but I'm NYACHAN in my Leaf Green version. :P Kind of strange that I would still use all caps because 1: I wrote this story, and 2: I always spell nya_chan lower case, no matter what forum I'm on. :P |
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| Ramzam | May 22 2007, 05:28 PM Post #76 |
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Everybody's Favorite DDR
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LOL. Already read this on Crater. XP Yeah. |
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| nya_chan | Jun 5 2007, 04:04 PM Post #77 |
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TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
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Chapter 35 The "squeaky air" was actually a Kecleon. Not exactly a "karma-chameleon" since as soon as it was visible (thanks to the nifty Devon Scope), it bolted like a seven-year-old from the mall's "Santa." I sighed. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Now the really torture would begin, as I found out upon entering the Gym. I looked around. "What. The. ...I probably shouldn't say that word," I breathed. "So! Stumped yet Champ-in-the-making?" asked the guy that is always a constant at the entrance. "Aren't you supposed to be supposed to be supportive?" I asked incredulously. He gave me a blank look for a moment, then his eyes flashed with remembrance. "Oh! That's right! Hey, Winona has Flying-types!" "Gee, want a medal, Sherlock?" I rolled my eyes. "No dip. Why else would I have just gotten HM Fly?" He huffed. "Oh, I'm sure you're soooo proud of yourself, aren't you. Well... fine. I won't explain the trick to navigating around here!" "Well, my guess was just to keep pushing the doors around 'til they made a path to the Gym Leader, but I could be mistaken." I snapped my fingers the rotating doors vanished. I gasped dramatically. "I guess I am! There are no doors!" Walking past the mouth-agape doorman, I effortlessly reached Winona, all the while avoiding her underlings. The magic of cheating never fails to impress me. Winona, on the other hand, was impressed. "How did you do that?!" she exclaimed. "How can I hide from the rest of the worl-- eep! I mean, that was very rude of you." "My apologies. I should have left you alone as a chicken." "Hey, you--" "I have a name, y'know. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm positive it's not 'you.' Apologize right now or I'll be forced to battle you." "B-b-but-- Wait, wouldn't you anyways?" I shrugged. "I guess... but threats are so much more appealing to me. Go figure...." "Can we just get this over with?" Winona whimpered. "Your patheticness is almost sickening. Finish 'er off, Minun!" Scowling in frustration, she said, "I resent that," and sent out her Swablu. The massacre continued for the rest of her line-up (though it was touch and go with Tropius for a while). Then came the very, very evil Altaria. Dragon and Flying do not a happy combination make, at least when you're trying to beat it. It didn't help that... "What the-- no fair! Swablu evolves at Level 35! How can you have a Level 33 Altaria?!" She smirked. For the first time, she didn't look totally defenseless and/or clueless. "The same way I can do this. ALTARIA! EARTHQUAKE!" Minun's health faded quickly through the spectrum of visible light and left it dazed and confused. What was left of it anyway. With a grim sigh, I called it back and replaced it with Linoone. "And what kind of switch is that?" she sneered. The arrow on her mood-o-meter must have been swinging wildly. I grinned impishly, and commanded quite simply, "Ice Beam." That poor, poor, Dragon/Flying-type with times four damage multipliers.... "Wha-- er-- ha-- who-- how?!" Winona finally exclaimed. "You can't-- But you never--" "Tell it to yer Level 33 Altaria," I quipped, jerking my head towards the carcass. "Then could you be kind enough to give me the Feather Badge? It's kind of important that I get it...." "Derr," she said. Instantly, her mood shifted again. "Take it. Just don't hurt me!" "You're mind has flown away with the birds," I informed her rudely, already hopping down the ledges, making my way toward the exit. "Adios non-amiga!" Feeling vaguely successful, I headed back out of town, stopping at the only house in town with a TV. Naturally, Gabby and Ty were on. Time to sit back and watch the fireworks.... Gabby, in an Candid Camera sort of voice, said quietly, "Okay. We're on ROUTE 120, waiting for the legendary Trainer APRIL." At that, I twitched. "Oh my God! It's her! It's her! Ty! Take a picture!" A rustling noise came from behind the camera, causing it to jerk slightly. "For the last time: It's a filming camera. You can't take pictures with it." "But it's a camera, isn't it?" "Not that kind!" Then came my voice. "Aren't you guys still supposed to be on Route... one hundred...something-or-other?" Gabby piped up again. "But you're the bestest Trainer ever! You have to battle us again! We came out here to see you! We're your biggest fans! Please battle us? Pleasepleasepleaseplease pweeeeeeaaase?" She got on her knees, starry-eyed, and palms together as if she were praying. "That's not a symbol of fandom. It's more stalker-ish that anything else. And never say 'pwease' around me again. Just so you know, 'please' has an 'L'." "For the record," Ty spoke up, "it was her idea." Gabby smacked him with her microphone. "Don't tell her that!" she whispered harshly. "We're on air and I just made a mockery of myself." That was new. Interest piqued, I listened intently. "And how is that my fault?" Ty defended, outraged and offended. "You're the one always on camera! You explain!" "I-I don't know!" "You don't know anything. You're such a ditz." "You're always act as though I'm some sort of idiot! Just because I don't know how to work high-tech equipment like some people--" "You live in a friggin' video game! You are high-tech equipment!" He winced. "...Is it just me, or did that sound perverted?" "Gawd! You are such a freak!" On screen, Gabby lunged towards the camera, swinging her microphone like a medieval spiked mace. Static appeared for a moment, then was quickly replaced with the words "We are currenly experiencing technical difficulties" and a loud, droning beeeeeep. Grinning hugely, I left the house and headed back towards Route 120. I laugh at whoever said TV was bad for you. |
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| Arctic Master | Jun 7 2007, 09:36 PM Post #78 |
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The ice cold Pokémon trainer
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Idiot: Hey, nya! Why do you gots more posts in Pokémon Crutter than here? Arctic: What are you doing here? *Whacks Idiot back in his story with a mallet* Come on, nya, I feel like I'm relapsing. Me, I'd never do anything twice in a row, unless it's saved, already. Then, I'd do things twice. But other than reading stuff, depending on how funny it is, I'll laugh twice. Does that make sense? Anyways, GET BACK TO UPDATING!! |
| I'm probably gonna add my other fan-fics here, just for the hell of it. | |
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| wyatt the arceus | Jun 12 2007, 05:55 PM Post #79 |
A master leek spinner, indeed.
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good story, keep up the updates!!!!!!! like am said |
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| Flaming_Pikachu | Jun 18 2007, 10:47 AM Post #80 |
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Sakura the Kunoichi
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Read it on crater but still I always will love this story for as long as I live! |
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