Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]


Welcome to Calling All Writers. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • …
  • 5
APRIL--or, How the Video Game World Fought Back; SET in r/s/e. A little PG-13 at times...
Topic Started: Dec 18 2006, 08:51 PM (827 Views)
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 06:41 PM Post #81
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Whoo, update spree. XP
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Chapter 36

"Okay! Let's head up to Mt. Pyre!"

"But doesn't 'pyre' mean 'fire' in Greek or Latin or Swahili or something?"

"Maybe it's Portuguese."

The Aqua Grunt who seemed to be "in charge" of the motley crew containing only three Aqua-nites, scowled. "Swahili? Who cares! We're going to take over the world, then flood it! That's--"

"I get it! If the world floods, we and our mighty WATER-types will rule all, and we'll be able to choose what language everyone speaks. Let's speak Esperanto!"

"No! What about that one country where Karl Marx was from?"

"Quiet!" yelled the "leader." "We're not talking about languages! We're talking about marching up there and stealing that BLUE ORB!"

"RED ORB."

"Whatever. I can never remember which. It seems like it should be one, but it never i-- Where am I going with this? C'mon men, we're storming the ghost-infested mountain!"

"Just the three of us then?"

The guy in charge chose not to listen, and headed out towards the monolithic chuck of rock in the middle of the lake. Grudgingly, the other two followed. That was when I allowed myself to burst out laughing in a fit of hysterics.

Route 120 had been a breeze. I'd gotten an Absol on the way, so poor "MIDNITE" had to vacation to the PC. Forever, more likely than not. Maybe it was more along the lines of forced retirement. Regardless, I had a new addition to the team. That meant training.

Finally free of Routes 121 and 122, I finally set foot in Lilycove. After stopping by the creeped out by the Nurse at the PokeCenter (as usual) I stopped off by the Department Store. Of course, whenever I think my life is going well for a change, reality smacks me upside the head with pillowcase full of lead pipes.

"Hey, APRIL," said Brendan pleasantly. "I see you're doing the girl thing and going to the DEPARTMENT STORE right off the bat."

I smiled sweetly. "And I see you're doing the Brendan thing and returning to your natural snide self. And I stopped by the PokeCenter first, smart one."

"Pff. Like you're on to talk about being snide."

"Hey, I know who I am. So are you here for a purpose or are you just a creepy stalker that follows people that they like but know they have no chance of landing?"

"H-hey, wai-- Lies!" he exclaimed. "I--uh...."

"You're failing to impress me. Move or I'll step on you."

"N-no," he said firmly. "I have to battle you. You can't defy the PTB forever."

"As if. I'll fight them as long as I have breath in my body. Though that might not be too long if they keep making me run instead of using the marvelous invention known as bike."

"'Fight 'til you drop'?"

"Something like that. Only replace 'fight' with 'shop'. Move. I'm thirsty and I want a Lemonade."

Brendan snickered. "You think that's funny White Head?" I snapped. "Move or I will step on you. I mean it."

He snorted. "Step on this." One flash of bright light later, a Slugma appeared.

"That would be quite painful, yet," I sent out Mudkip, "when will you ever learn?"

After Slugma solidified (as was the norm), Mudkip made a point of stepping on the solid rock several times. I knew I liked him from the start.

Minun also kept his place as a favorite of mine. The Water/Flying Pelipper never knew what hit him.

Things took a turn for the repetitive... again. Tropius was next in Brendan's line-up. I sent out Absol in response. "You totally riped that off Winona," I jeered.

He scowled, and ordered the Tropius to attack. I never found out what the attack was. Tropius was so slow, Razor Wind knocked it out. And Razor Wind takes two turns to set up, too....

Huffing, Brendan sent out his final Pokemon, Grovyle. It didn't even last as long as Tropius.

Recalling the pile of leaves that seemed to have been run over by a lawn mower, Brendan sighed. "At least you battled...."

"And why are you so concerned about my well-being?"

He glared at me. "I know you know the answer to that."

I smiled mischeviously. "Perhaps...."

Grumbiling, Brendan walked away, having nothing else to say. Possibly feeling sorry for him, I changed my focus to the sheer ginormosity of the building in front of me. Yet as soon as I entered and heard the muzak, I fled to the Rooftop Square. I had been serious about getting that Lemonade.

One "clang" later, I had my Lemonade in hand. Just about to take a sip, someone spoke up, "It's only for POKeMON."

I glared at the speaker, lowering the can. "Say what, Lady? I'm thirsty. I've been running around for the past several hours. I deserve a rest. Can't I have something to drink?"

She shook her head. "It's for POKeMON," she repeated.

"I want to drink the damn Lemonade," I whined like a toddler who had too large of a vocabulary for someone her age. "I'm thirsty."

"It's for POKeMON," she said sternly.

"Like fun it is," I replied, but quietly, so she couldn't hear. Putting the brightly colored can in my fanny pack, the PTB proceeded to buy another 98 cans worth of the stuff. 15 minutes later, I was finally out of the building.

"Brendan was too easy," I moaned. "I need a Gym to demolish or something. Why is there only a stupid contest hall here?"

I continued down towards the beach. Close examination of some of the stones revealed a Heart Scale. Into the fanny pack it went, bending all known and unknown laws of physics as it did. Farther along, an Aqua Grunt was shouting directions to Wailmer.

"Now up! Out of the water! Okay, back down. Roll over. Now leap through that hoop over there."

I tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump roughly six yards into the air. "What was that for!" he screeched.

"There is no hoop," I told him. "Nimrod."

"Well, a guy can dream can't he? I'm practising for SeaWorld."

"You realize that once you're there you can't come back out, right?"

He pointed to a rock face with his thumb. "Gotta be better than staying in that Hideout over there." Realizing what he had said, he clapped his hands over his mouth. "I wasn't supposed to say that...."

"Yeah, all sorts of 'jeniuses' on Team Aqua, aren't there? Like those guys who--" Of course. I had forgotten to go to Mt. Pyre. I swore, but the Grunt didn't notice. It seemed the gesture with his thumb had been some sort of motion for the Wailmer. Like sheep, they surged towards the Hideout at high speeds. "No! Stop!" he yelled. "Don't--!"

But I, as so many times before, was not listening; I was running away. Back to Route 122, needing to deal with even more idiots.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Erm... don't ask about the language thing. >.<
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 06:42 PM Post #82
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 37

"It's Maxie's! Is it? Who gets what orb?"

"Aaargh, I don't know.... Is it backwards? I think it's backwards. Gimme the RED ORB. Argh."

Maxie turned away, protecting the orb. "No. It's pretty."

"Yarh so stupid!" exclaimed Archie. "It's mine!"

"Never!" yelled the Magma leader. "Maxie likes the shiny."

"Yarh creepin' me out."

Scowling, Maxie turned to face Archie. Holding the Orb behind his back, he raised one hand and timidly flapped it at Archie. Taking the hint, the Aqua leader raised both hands and flapped back. Swiftly, the two were waving their hands frantically at each other. Time for me to ruin the moment.

"Sissy fight!" I exclaimed.

"You!" said Maxie.

"Who else?" I responded. "Question is, what are you two doing up here, other than causing Hell for the nice old couple over yonder?" I pointed vaguely toward the two "senior citizens" standing further beyond the two squabbling leaders.

"Who you callin' 'old' whippersnapper?" exclaimed the man in a foggy, old-people voice. 'Nuff said.

Choosing to ignore him, I instead turned to Maxie. "You should just give up. Ground and or Fire-types get killed by Water-types. Unless it's like... Quagsire or something. And even then...." I shook my head. That was getting off-topic. "Shouldn't you and your cronies be running like the pathetic cowards you all are?"

Maxie snapped his fingers. "Maxie had almost forgotten! C'mon GRUNTS! Time to do like the mean lady said and hightail it!" They ran.

"Wrong Orb!" I called after him.

Grumbling, he turned around, snatched the Blue Orb away from Archie and pressed its red counterpart into his enemy's hand. Then he ran.

"Aye, 'tis pathetic," Archie said solemnly.

"You're not even supposed to be here," I reminded him.

With a jolt, he looked at his wrist, as though looking for a watch. Yelling something along the lines of "Aye--yi yi!" he fled as well. Sad....

I approached the old couple. "So.... You do this often? Seems better than cable. Or whatever that lame excuse for TV is down there," I said, referring to below Mt. Pyre.

The man was glaring at me, but the woman was in hysterics. Something about the two ORBS being separated being a bad thing. Well, the sky wasn't raining down heat-seeking missiles, so I wasn't too concerned.

"Well, I've had a simply spiffy time chatting with you guys, but I need to... 'save the world.' I realize that depending on the context that might make no sense--after all, who would want to store this world to a digital memory?--but it must be done. Sorry for any inconvenience." I left the dumbfounded pair behind me and pulled out my Pelipper. Not entirely clear on how this did not defy all the laws of physics, I hopped onboard and flew back to Lilycove. It was gate-crashing time.

Riding on Linoone--also a strange experience--I Surfed in to the not-so hidden entrance of the Aquas' Hideout. A grunt doing patrol was running in circles. Effortlessly avoiding him by not straying directly in front of him (he should be fired), I moved farther in to the "lair."
***
A few minutes later found me dizzy from being spun about the Hideout via warp panels. I ended up going around in circles for about a minute because the PTB couldn't bother to remember which panel went where, and more importantly, which panel had already been stepped on fifty times before. Finally, I reached a room with four Pokeballs. I continued with that mentality untill I was electrocuted by an Electrode. Choosing a bit more carefully, I unveiled a Master Ball. I was fully expecting the PTB to use it for something stupid, like a Slakoth, but I pocketed it anyway.

After more misadventures with warp panels, I finally ended up where I needed to be: watching a submarine carrying Aqua Grunts leave. Admin Shelly was standing by.

"Okay, two at a time, remember the Buddy System, it's going to be cramped in there, have you all used the bathroom recently?"

"No..." said a grunt in a small voice. "There aren't any in this game."

Shelly sighed exaggeratedly. "You guys are so frickin' annoying that I--who are.... Oh no...." Shelly had turned around to see me standing there. "You...."

"I've been through this before recently enough," I said, "so I think I'm going to skip the formalities and skip straight to challenging you to a duel...er, battle." Looking at my hands, I added, "But I do have gloves, so if you want me to smack you with them a few times, it'd be no skin off my back...."

"N-no thank you," she stammered. "I have to get going."

"Wait.... How? You never stole the submarine hatch back."

"You never showed up and the Oceanic Museum again. You forget or something? There were these strange reporter people that kept fighting though. You're name came up a few times too."

I muttered excrement's more colorful saying and said, "I'd imagine it would, if those 'reporter people' are who I think they are. You gonna battle me or no?"

"No." she said, and hopped in to the submarine, which soon sped out of sight. Using I convineintly placed warp panel, I did likewise and was whisked back to the entrance.

"Ooookaaayy.... That so wasn't in the script. Maybe I really am glitching the game...." That only caused me to smirk. "Awesome." Walking out of the Hideout, I noticed the Wailmer had finally decided to relocate, leaving the path onward clear. The Elite Four were coming up, but I wasn't sure I could stand too much longer in this game....
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 06:47 PM Post #83
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 38

My first thought was that something was terribly amiss. My second thought, which followed right on the heels of the first one, was that this shouldn't be a surprise to me.

Inside the Space Center on Mossdeep Island, Stephen was lurking and attempting to be protective of his island home. That was the first sign that something was wrong. To me, being helpful didn't appear to be high on Stephen's to-do list. However, there he was, standing next to a letter addressed to "Who it may concern".

"Shouldn't it be 'whom'?" I asked Stephen.

He rolled his eyes. "Read the stupid letter."

I did. Inside the letter, even more stupidity abounded. Though it only ranked about a six on a scale of one to ten for Team Magma:

"How are you? We are doing fine. We will soon visit you to take your rocket fuel. Please don't try to stop us. We will take the fuel no matter what.
Let there be more land!
--TEAM MAGMA"

"And just who asked them how they were feeling?" I scoffed, mock upset.

"You need to get your priorities in order. We--"

"You're really different when you're not high. ...In fact, you almost remind me of me. That's kinda disturbing, really. And copyright infringement."

"Shut up. As I was saying, we need to stop TEAM MAGMA before they steal the rocket fuel. ...Why ever they want it."

"I seriously doubt that. I could do nothing for the next five years--though that sounds rather unappealing, come to think of it--and Team Magma would still do nothing. Besides. I've had it with them. I've dealt with them recently enough, thank you."

It was true. As soon as I had set foot in Mossdeep, I had realized I'd forgotten to do something, due to the accidentally combined efforts of the old woman on Mt. Pyre, Maxie, and Flannery. Instead of a Gym Badge, my fourth shiny pin-like object had been a Magma Emblem. Therefore, Maxie couldn't accidentally leave it behind, and the old woman couldn't give it to me. I might have been slightly to blame somewhere along the line, but why dwell on my mistakes when I could point and laugh at other's?

I flew back from Mossdeep to Jagged Pass, foregoing the rule that you can only fly to cities. Hopping onto my Acro Bike, I hopped the ledges down the hill. Already shaken from bouncing up and down for so long, I was doubly unhappy when the ground shook violently, revealing a cave in the rock face. "Fun," I muttered, pedaling into it.

I moved through the cave, creaming any Grunt that dared turn around at the last possible second and looked at me. A few seemed to regret having joined. No dip. Maybe they realized the hopelessness of their cause. Revelations hurt, especially when you're doused in water from and angry Mudkip.

Finally, I approached the end. A single Grunt was supposedly to keep all intruders from reaching Groudon. Of course, if anyone got this far, the poor guy didn't stand much of a chance. In all truth though, the guy didn't even know what he was guarding, or if it even had a tail. I beat the sorry excuse for a guard and continued down the path. One final person stood in my way.

"Avast! No, that's not right.... Uh, halt! Thou shalt not moveth any further!"

"Ya done yet?"

"Almost. You shall not paaaasss!"

"That's nice, Gandalf."

"How dare you! I'm a girl and my name is TABITHA."

"You look like a guy to me... Gandalf."

"Suffer!" "it" yelled, sending out a Numel.

"Oi," I muttered. "The repetition is killing me. Please tell me you have something a bit more interesting after that one?"

"W-well," she said, dully watching Numel's final stand against Mudkip. The Fire/Ground-type didn't stand a chance. "I do have a--"

"Please don't say Zubat. Besides, you won't have it for long." I'd already sent out Minun.

"Indeed..." she murmured. Her Zubat swiftly bit the dust with its over-large teeth.

"Is the next one Poocheyna? I might have to hurl if it is."

She grinned maliciously. "No, it's not. It's worse."

"Wurple?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "MIGHTYENA!"

"Ah.... That kind of worse." I polished my finger nails on the front of my shirt and looked at them. "Shouldn't be a problem."

"Pff," Tabitha said simply.

"It's nothing to scoff at. Thanks to the unoriginality of your boss, Mudkip just reached Level 42."

"And?"

"Hydro Pump," I spoke, and a torrent of water promptly drowned the Level 28 Mightyena.

"Th-that's only slightly surreal..." Tabitha murmured faintly.

"Like I said, blame your boss. Any other tricks up your non-existent sleeves?"

She tossed her third and final Pokeball. "You gonna kill my CAMERUPT too?"

"Naturally," I said. "Water Gun."

"That's a bit lack-luster."

"I prefer to save PP, thank you. If it's not too much of a problem, I'm going to be demolishing your boss."

"By all means," she grumbled, sweeping her hand in the general direction of onward. I passed her, curtsying slightly, and proceeded past a large pool of lava containting a Groudon-shaped lump of stone.

"Hey!" I called past it. "Yeah! You! With the face!"

"Maxie has a name, you know," said the Magma boss, with clenched teeth.

"He seems to realize that fact. Now, be a dear and ask him what the hell is his problem," I said sweetly.

"Maxie is standing right here," he simmered. "And he doesn't have problems, just a history of bad English teachers."

"Yeah, no kidding. But I was referring to his career goals."

"Maxie wants to make the world a better place for land-dwelling Pokemon. By using Groudon's powers, he can make volcanoes erupt, thereby expanding the mainland."

"Have you ever considered being maybe a geophyiscist or vulcanologist instead?"

"That would involve college. Maxie doesn't like school. Anyways, as Maxie was saying, if the land was larger, there would be more room for land Pokemon. Destroy the ocean! Expand the land!"

I sighed. "As I said before, you'll get viciously murdered by all the Water-types Team Aqua uses. Ever thought about that when you designed your criminal organization?"

"Never! We're not criminals! We support the good of mankind!"

"Humankind, Maxie. Be politically correct. And all living things need water to live."

"Nonsense! Have you ever been thirsty once?"

"Can't honestly say I have. However, as the heroine, it's my civic duty to stop your madness. Now give me the Blue Orb and let's end this once and for all."

"N-no! It's Maxie's precious!" he cried, waving it frantically in the air. "It shall control his Groudon, and then he shall rule the world!"

"You or Groudon? I sense pronoun issues."

"Maxie, you fool--!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

"Why you--!"

Just then, the Orb flashed brightly, illuminating the cave with a blue light. Groudon yawned sleepily, color returning to his body. Then, he lumbered off.

"What the-- That was your fault!"

"My fault? You're the idiot that was waving it in the air."

"A-a technicallity! Besides why dwell on my mistakes when--"

"Oh, don't even go there. That is so totally something I would say. Shut up and send out your... Zubat or whatever."

It turns out, for some strange reason, his Zubat had liked him enough to turn into a Crobat. Not like it made much of a difference. It, Maxie's Mightyena, and his Camerupt all were unconscious in less than five minutes.

"Maxie'll get you for that!" he cried. The screen blacked out. By means of an Escape Rope, I warped to the surface, then fkew back to Mossdeep. Which got me to where I am now.

Lost in my memories, I nearly jumped about a foot in the air when Stephen addressed me again, "And what if you did just fight them recently? Evil must be stopped at all costs."

"Evil needs a better spokesperson," I retorted.

Stephen scowled. "If you really don't want to deal with them, fine. Wander around town for a bit. I'll hold down the fort here."

"I'm sure it's going to blow away while I'm gone," I said, rolling my eyes. "Suit yourself."

...Which got me to the Gym. After a dizzying experience involving warp panels and rotating statues, I reached the not-so-dynamic duo of Liza and Tate.

"Hola compadres!" I said brightly.

"Uh, what--" began Liza.

"--are you talking about?" finished Tate.

"This is a Japanese game."

"It's not like I've heard that line before," I said through clenched teeth. "Honestly, you guys don't get out much. Ever heard of 'culture'?"

"Can't honestly say--"

"--we have," concluded Liza, unless she was Tate. Then she wouldn't be Liza. She'd be the other one.


"Ssssuure.... Before I get too confused, can we battle?"

"Indeed," they chorused. In unison, they sent out two Pokemon, Claydol and Xatu.

"That's a bit strange..." I said, sending out Absol and Linoone. Thanks to the lovely invention known as an HM, Linoone's Surf obliterated Claydol and heavily damaged Xatu. Absol's Crunch finished him off.

Down half their team, Liza and Tate sent out Solrock and Lunatone. Surf destroyed them both before they or Absol had the chance to attack.

One Mind Badge later, I exited the Gym via a warp panel I hadn't noticed eariler that lead directly to the entrance. The Space Center seemed the most obvious place to go. Maxie seemed to have the same idea. He and a few other Grunts were walking toward the entrance. I yelled at them to stop, but they kept moving, like the little ingrates they were. Huffing, I followed.

Inside, a veritiable wellspring of Magma grunts were milling about, poking the scientists to see how annoyed they would get. Pretty, by the looks of things. Sissy fights broke out. Whistling, I walked on past the mayhem to the door leading upstairs. Another grunt was standing firm, not seeming to want to move.

"Pardon moi," I said in cheesy Frenchy, (no pun intended).

"Are you really sure you want to battle me?" he asked.

"Yeeessss," I said slowly. "Or you could move. Or surrender."

"Nooooo, I have my job. Don't let anyone upstairs."

"Good luck with that, bub,"

"Oh, confident are we?"

"Of course." I narrowed my eyes and grinned devilishly. "Let's git 'er done."
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 06:49 PM Post #84
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 39

The Grunt watched with waining confidence as Absol appeared on the field. The Disaster Pokemon quickly lay waste to his stereotypical team of grunty Pokemon. Duty done, Absol returned to the somewhat spherical red and white object.

"Well, it hasn't really been much fun, since it didn't last long, but nice seein' ya nonetheless. Now move it. That was our agreement, wasn't it?"

A bit intimidated, the Grunt shuffled out of the way.

"Later!" I dashed up the stairs. On the second and final floor, I found Maxie and Tabitha cornering Stephen. I despised the trio, but Stephen was almost a kindred spirit. So, I did the neighborly thing and butted into the non-existent conversation.

"Wazzup?" I asked.

"Maxie's going to steal all the rocket fuel," said Maxie, still refusing to speak first person.

"--And then we'll inject it into MT. CHIMNEY to make it blow up!" concluded Tabitha, creepily enthusiastic. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Yeah... you two," I pointed to Maxie and Tabitha, "really need to become volcanologists or something along those lines. Do the world a favor."

"Maxie doesn't like Star Trek," he murmured.

"Vulcan-- If that wasn't such a geeky thing to say, I would call you dimmer than a five watt light bulb, and I don't think they make those. And you," I said, turning to Tabitha, "exploding volcanoes tend to be a bad thing. Ever heard of Pompeii?"

"Don't regale me with your tales of 'history'! Your lies don't fool me! There's no such thing!"

"Not anymore, anyway," I muttered under my breath.

"Hey, Maxie, how 'bout we take these two out together? It'll be cake if we double team 'em!"

"Actually, I'm not hungry," voiced Stephen.

"Shut up!" shouted everyone else, myself included.

"I've dealt with more than enough idiots today and in the past 30-something hours. We end this, right now!"

"Word," said Maxie, sending out Mightyena.

"Ditto," said Tabitha, sending out Camerupt.

Stephen and I released Metang and Mudkip respectively.

"It's not even a Metagross yet?!" I exclaimed, exasperated.

"It's not my fault!" he replied in kind.

"Conflict..." sang Maxie in a falsetto voice. Tabitha nodded sadly.

"Die!" yelled Stephen and I in unison. Though we hadn't actually spoken a real command, Mudkip and Metagross wordlessly agreed on using Take Down on the unfortunate pair of Pokemon before us. Undaunted, the Magma heads released two not-very-new "menaces": Crobat and--surprise, surprise--Mightyena. Well, if Maxie and Tabitha were determined to repeat themselves, Stephen and I wouldn't be outdone. Another pair of Take Downs rendered the Magmas' Pokemon unconscious.

"Four down, two to go," I muttered to Stephen. He nodded solemnly. "Pathetic, aren't they?" he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "You sound like me, and that's a bit frightening," I said, arms spread wide apart to show my interpretation of the size of that "bit."

"Kinda hard to get a copyright on a personality, though, i'n' it?" he retorted.

I looked at him incredulously. "I think I almost liked you better as a druggie. In fact, right now I wish I had a full, unripped sack of volcanic ash."

"It's not that great. Ruins your life, y'know. And my wish is for you to attack."

"Well, I want a Ponyta," I snapped back.

"I want one too!" exclaimed Tabitha. Everyone looked at her in shock, our momentary distraction causing an awkward silence. The Magma Admin turned the same color of her uniform. "Never mind...."

Order somewhat restored (though Stephen and myself had taken to continuing our disagreement by making obnoxious faces at one another), Maxie sent out Camerupt, and Tabitha sent out Golbat.

"You would not believe how happy I am that those are your last two Pokemon," I said with a blissful sigh.

"Er, well, you can't believe how unhappy Maxie is," the pronoun-challenged Maxie grumbled.

After a moment's pause, I responded, "Yeah... you're probably right. I prefer to not see through other's eyes. It makes me feel as though I should be ethical and that I should have a heart."

"Somehow I'm not surprised," Stephen said in an undertone.

"I do have ears though. I heard that."

"Yes. That was the point."

I stared at him blankly for a few moments. "I hate you so much," I said in a toneless voice devoid of anything resembling an emotion.

"Then we have an agreement?"

"Deal." I shifted my gaze to Mudkip, then Camerupt. "You know what to do...."

A torrent of water put the fire camel out of its misery, and a Metal Claw from Metang did likewise for the Golbat.

"Score one for the Good Guys... again," I said with a barely concealed yawn. "Which means it's still too-high-to-count to zip. Wanna surrender yet?"

"Never--!" Tabitha began. Maxie cut her off.

"Wait! Uh-- Maybe... being evil isn't all that great," he said. "That is, it's all fun and games until the flying monkeys attack."

"What kind of analogy is that?" asked Stephen, wrinkling his nose.

"Isn't it obvious? He called you a monkey. I say you give him what-for. I'll make popcorn," I smirked, earning well-deserved glares from both Stephen and Maxie.

"Uh, back to the point-- Maybe controlling Team Magma wasn't the best of career choices. So--" he took a deep breath, "I-I'm a changed man. I'm not doing this anymore. It's stupid to think I could so drastically change the world's geography--to think I could control Groudon. Or that I could talk in third person for all eternity."

"And yet, strangely, the final point is the one I'm happiest about," I sighed.

"Hold up. What was that about Groudon?" Stephen asked, suddenly alarmed.

"He set it free, and wouldn't accept the consequences of his actions, so he blamed me," I provided.

"I accidentally revived it, foolishly thinking I could control it. Is its new-found freedom an... issue?" Maxie said at the same time, wincing.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. Maxie squeaked, and after a momentary total screen blackout, vanished along with Tabitha.

"I'll take it that you were going to say yes?" I inquired, slightly intimidated by the threatening demeanor Stephen had acquired.

"Indeed. It means all Hell is about to break loose."

"Oh," I said quietly. "I hate it when that happens."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I love this chapter. XD
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 06:52 PM Post #85
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 40

I examined Stephen from toe to head, from the lack of fashion sense that manifested itself in his purple zig-zagged "suit" and elbow-height bracelets, to his grim expression, to his steel-blue hair.

"And how shall Hell go about making itself run free with reckless abandon?" I inquired politely.

"With both orbs moved from MT. PYRE, the balance of nature will be upset, and Groudon and Kyogre will run free, destroying Hoenn."

"Gee, that's terrible," I said with horribly feigned distress.

He shot me a glare. "This is serious.

I only lifted my eyebrow. "How so? It's a video game as I've been trying to tell you for the past 30-odd hours. I could sit around and do nothing for a year, and it would still change nothing. Big whoop if Groudon and/or Kyogre are free. There's no harm done, the weather just looks different and the music's more... 'dramatic,' if you can call it that."

"You really don't care, do you?" Stephen asked, eyes wide, grim countenance replaced with one of shock.

I gave him the same look. "And you do?"

"Of course I do!" he cried. "This game--"

"And here I thought we were somewhat similar," I said wretchedly, nose wrinkling in disgust. "But you actually care about this game and don't mind the PTB. You got Stockholm Syndrome or something?"

"It's not Stockholm Syndrome," he grimaced. "It's just that without this game, I'd have no existence."

"Like you can call this one?" I said, throwing my arms up in the air, no longer feigning distress. "Would--"

"That's enough," he said, clamping his hand over my mouth. "We'll continue this discussion later, at my house. I have something to give you. Okay?"

I pulled his hand off my mouth. "You nearly stuck your thumb up my nose," I growled, still simmering. Nobody but me silenced me. And even that was iffy.

"Sorry," he said in a tone usually reserved for those who aren't really sorry in the slightest. I stuck my tongue out at him in reply, but his back was already facing me as he walked out the door.

***

Stephen's house was... almost exactly like the rest of the houses on this God-forsaken spit of land dubbed and "island." Of course, the stand-out at Stephen's house was--

"Rocks? What in the world is with all the rocks?" I poked a display case cautiously.

"Watch it," he snapped. "You'll get fingerprints on the glass."

"No big deal. Y'see, there's this marvelous invention known as 'Windex'--"

"Quiet."

"And anyway, which came first, the last name or the hobby, Stephen Stone?"

"I'm not afraid to ram this geode down your throat, just so you know, APRIL," he returned. "And if you must know, it was the PTB's brilliant idea. Though it may have been a cheesy translation."

"'Least you're not a month.... Oh, yeah! I was getting to a point! Just what is it with you and the PTB anyway? I mean, aren't they ruining your life as well? I know my life sucks."

"You're a pessimist, so that's already one strike against your chances of having a happy life."

"You turned to drugs to cope! So now you're the master of life lessons?"

Stephen scowled. "You're a pain. When ever I try to answer one of your questions, you interrupt."

"Can't all be saints."

"Argh!" Stephen clapped his hands to the side of his head, and for a moment, I worried he might yank his hair out. "You--" He pointed to me, then sighed. "Look, I'm not exactly the 'Happiness Guru' or whatever, but I do know my life took a sharp turn for the better when I simply gave in to the PTB. You and I are more alike then you might realize. When the game was played the first time through, I was a bit of an ass. I matured as the game was reset on multiple occasions. I became resigned to my fate. You think this cartridge was given away once? Not even close. There's just... something weird about it. Almost as soon as the game started for the first time, the first PTB used a GameShark, thereby eternally screwing us.

"It seemed that every time the game was reset, some character realized their life sucked and took it upon themselves to fight back with all they had. Me, that Mart Worker from Oldale, even one of Brendan's personalities at one point. You see, the glitches the PTB see aren't actually caused by the GameShark. If the Shark was the epicenter, the glitches are the aftershocks." He smiled at me sadly. "And they've been pretty long-lasting."

I gave him a pained look. "S-so, that means that even though I've been fighting back, I'm still playing a role?"

"APRIL--" he said, reaching out with one hand as if to somehow comfort me by patting my on the shoulder.

"No." I flinched away. "I'm tired of being a pawn. Isn't there anything I can do so I can just be me--do something that hasn't already been done before?"

"Freedom comes at a cost," Stephen said, after a pause.

"Then I'll pay it!" I exclaimed. "Anything...."

He shook his head. "It's not something you can do. I'm sorry. If there was a way, I'd tell you, but there isn't, so I can't."

"Durr...."

He shot me a tired, I-don't-even-know-why-I-put-up-with-you look. "Spare me. One minute you're depressed, the next you're back to your usual snide self? Do you even have a heart?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but found myself at a loss for words. I wasn't sure if it was because he was right, or if I literally had run out of retorts. Stephen took it to be the former.

"We'll finish this later."

"Bu--"

"No. Wait 'til we're in the Save Room, 'kay? If you still have questions, I can answer them then."

"Eh--?"

"I was only supposed to give you this, anyway." He handed me a CD.

"HM Dive. And lo, my life is complete."

"Yeah, it should be." A pat on the back became a forceful shove toward the door which I promptly toppled out of, head over heels.

"Same to you, jerk," I grumbled, dusting myself off. I continued to mutter various threats and profanities as I went through the bizarre process of teaching Dive to Mudkip via HM. That done, I set sail on Linoone to teach Archie why piratism is a bad thing that's mostly illegal. Maybe it's the goofy accents.

On my "journey," I mulled over my conversation with Stephen. Am I really as soul-less as he says I am? I mean, sure, I'm rude, I'm obnoxious.... I wouldn't want to know me.... I starred up at the sky for answers. None were forthcoming. The sky was the same black as the Save Room. "Black like my soul, huh?" I said to the endless expanse of nothingness. It occurred to me that I was probably looking through the opposite side of the screen. "Yeah, well screw you!" I called upward, though doubting the PTB could hear. I sighed, feeling lost and confused. After my earlier confession I had made at Stephen's house, most people would have burst into tears. Yet I hadn't felt the slightest bit of remorse. Why--?

I turned my head down just in time to narrowly dodge a box asking if I wanted to go underwater. Before I could say anything, I was whisked below the ocean's surface. Belatedly, I plugged my nose. When I couldn't hold my breath any longer, I gave in and took a deep breath of seawater. Discovering the water was as easy to breathe as air, I anxiously felt my neck for gills. I wasn't sure if I was wholly relieved when I didn't find any.

While I was busy with my multiple revelations, I hadn't noticed an underwater cave that now approached at an excruciatingly slow speed. Inside was the tiny submarine no more than twice my size that had somehow managed to fit a decent percentage of Team Aqua's population here.

"I should have given up wondering about these things a long time ago," I muttered with a sigh, surfacing and hoping I wouldn't get the Bends. "No matter how many times I do it, saving the world continues to be annoying. Isn't that right?" I asked my latest victim, a female grunt whose crack team of low-leveled Poochyenas and and Zubats had mysteriously lost to my level 50 something Pelipper. The Grunt squeaked an inaudiable reply.

"I thought so," I murmured and continued on.

A seemingly thick fog decended on the next room. Why the Programmers That Be had decided to even add it was beyond me, and I pondered it as I walked southward, toward a giant pool full of a frozen-in-time Kyogre. I was still lost in thought as wandered toward me, muttering curses at a red sphere. "Avast! Work ye confounded RED ORB! Shine damn you! I want control of KYOGRE!"

"Somehow I doubt swearing at it is going to make it work any faster," I informed him, hands on my hips. I had decided the PTB were merely unfathomable, dictator-like beings that lacked any sort of sense, common or otherwise.

The orb shone a bright red light on all that was visible on the screen.

"Of course, I could be mistaken," I amended with a wince. Archie's expression went from frustrated to gleeful to flat-out pissed in aproximately five seconds as Kyogre trundled away in the same way Groudon had for Maxie.

"A-as could I," muttered Archie, now ashamed.

"Ya don't say.... Hey, y'know what, I've fought Maxie a ton of times, but I haven't fought you once. What gives?"

"Argh, eh, wha'? Something?" Archie said, wringing his hands and gazing off distractedly in the direction Kyogre had taken.

"I just though I'd inform you of you wussiness. And you call yourself a pi--"

"Blast! Nobody, but nobody calls Cap'n Archie a wuss wit'out walkin' da plank!"

"Pirates didn't make people walk the plank. That was what buccaneers did."

"Really? Well, er--suffer my wrath anywho!"

"As my lady commands. Do your worst."

The battle was painfully short. Mightyena seemed to be some sort of weird, bad guy stand-by. He fell to the paws of Minun, as did Crobat and Sharpedo.

"I-I..." Archie stammered. "I lost? How could I--" To add to his emerging wimpiness, he burst into tears. "I don't want to do this anymore! It all started just as a rivalry between me 'n' Maxie!" As he talked, I could hear his exaggerated Pirate accent start to deteriorate. As if to explain, he continued, "It wasn't even fair! He got the cool accent! It's hard to talk like a pirate! And now Maxie's going to surpass me because I've quit! Whaaaah!"

"Define 'cool.' And Maxie quit already. Third-person's gone and everything."

Archie sniffled. "Really?"

Just at that moment, Maxie came storming down the path.

"Maxie?" said Archie, a bit bemused.

"Archie! What have you wrought? Do you know what humidity does to my hair?"

"Look, I can explai--humidity?"

"Yes you weather-challenged ingrate! Thanks to GROUDON, the sun's especially bright. But thanks to KYOGRE, it keeps alternating between sun and rain! All the extra evaporating rain is making my hair puff up like nobody's business."

"And you wonder why people think you're a girl. The name, the long hair, the--"

"Quiet!" Archie snapped. "But GROUDON was your fault, not mine. And, isn't the weather itself a more pressing issue than, um... your hair?"

"Well, yeah, I suppose you're right... on both counts.... But... the weather! The Pokemon! My hair!"

I made a gagging noise, catching both all of us, especially me, by surprise. "Erm, we, that is, APRIL and I, should check this out."

"Well, let's go right up then," I advised.

And "right up" we were. As the screen went black, we teleported to the surface where the cavern reached it's highest point, giving Archie, Maxie, and me a place to stand in the middle of the ocean. The weather changed at regular intervals from a downpour to a heat wave. Basically, as soon as something got soaked, it dried in the next few seconds, before it got drenched again. Maxie's hair was indeed frizzy, in all possible terms of the word.

"Can I borrow your bandanna? Pleasepleaseplease?" he begged Archie, who promptly covered the blue scrap of cloth protectively. I did likewise.

"So, the matter of GROUDON and KYOGRE.... What are we to do?" asked Archie, hands still firmly protecting the top of his head.

"We're the cause aren't we? Sure, you were and idiot--"

"Thanks a ton."

"--but I was one too. Let's end this, once and for all, okay, buddy?"

Archie grinned brightly. "Deal!" The pair darted off-screen.

"Are they walking on water or something?" I asked no one in particular.

"I suppose," said an all-too-familiar voice: Stephen. "Hey, APRIL! long time no see!"

"Can it," I told him. "But I suppose we have more important things to do than bicker. I don't care one way or the other, but it seems you do. So now what?"

He looked at the sky. "Well, when it's actually raining, the cloud seems to be there, over Sootopolis. I say we go there."

"Wait! Sooto-where-now?!"

"See ya there!" said Stephen as a black shape materialized and carried him away. Grumbling, I pulled out a map. Finding Sootopolis, I chose Pelipper from my team's line-up and selected "FLY." There was no way I was going to do anymore Surfing and Diving, at least in the near future. So, off I went to the imploded vocano-turned-city, to face whatever was lurking there. I really hate saving the world.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Another personal favorite.... :shiftyeyes:
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 06:56 PM Post #86
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 41

Stephen glared at me as I approached. I wasn't sure if it was because of my swagger, broad grin, foolish wave, or greeting of, "Howdy, Pardner!" that set him off. Or maybe it wasn't any of those. It could have been my method of arrival.

"You weren't supposed to be able to use FLY," he growled. Bingo. But the greeting may have had something to do with it too. "It can't be helped now, I guess. The damage is don-- Are you even listening to me?"

"Wha? No, I'm more preoccupied by the fact that Groudon somehow managed to levitate a ginormous rock into the middle of the lake-- er... pond. Puddle.

"Eh? That's not import--"

"And can you really even call those 'attacks'? They're not even hitting each other!"

"APRIL...."

"Wouldn't Kyogre have the advantage anyway? It's Water versus Ground!"

"APRIL!"

"Don't interrupt! Do you have any idea how annoying that is?"

Stephen only rolled his eyes. "I haven't the foggiest. Let's just go. I need to take you to the CAVE OF ORIGIN to talk to Wallace."

"So all things in the universe originated in that cave?"

"I don't know!" he exclaimed as we walked in a northerly direction in a follow-the-leader sort of way. Or maybe it was just "up."

"You seem to be knowledgeable in the ways of the world. Or.... Knowledgeable may be a bit of a stretch, but you at least have the impression of having more than air between your ears. But for all I know, it could just be dust bunnies."

He somehow managed to furrow his brow and raise his eyebrows at the same time. "Why do I put up with you?"

"You liiiike me..." I teased, trying to be as obnoxious as possible by poking him between his shoulder blades.

"Do I look like Brendan to you?" he snapped, slapping my hand away.

"Well, your hair is very--"

"Oh, shut up," he said, subconsciously fingering his hair that was a similar darkness (or lack thereof) to Brendan's. "Ever heard of rhetorical questions?"

"No."

"Apparently," Stephen said with a groan. "Oh look, here we are. Not a moment too soo-- er, what a shame."

I chose to ignore his intentional slip of the tongue. "What's with the old geezer?" I asked in reference to the senior citizen standing to the side of the cave entrance.

"He guards the cave."

"Not doing a very good job, is he?"

"Just ignore it and don't let it bother you. The PTB aren't the brightest beings out there. And you have to talk to Wallace, 'member?" With that and a strong shove between my shoulder blades, I was in the Cave of Origin. "That's what you get for poking me!" he yelled through the opening, obviously annoyed. Success!

I traveled to the back of the cave, trying not to lose my balance as the ground shook periodically, courtesy of the disturbance outside. At least the weather in here was stable.

Wallace awaited me in the lower level. "Talk about your late-game characters," I muttered, causing Wallace to jerk to attention.

"What up, dude?" he asked in an exaggerated surfer-voice.

"Erm...." At this point, I should have known that abnormality was the norm, and more people had strange speech than plain, Mid-western-United-States-esque, yet they still managed to catch me off guard each and every time. "The... ceiling? Look, there's an issue outside and--"

"I know, dude! Isn't it gnarly?"

I'll make your head gnarly, I thought, hands forming fists. "Are you people trying to infuriate me?" I roared.

"Yes, actually," Wallace said in a much less "radical" tone and one closer to a British accent, though faint. "Stephen warned me about you in advance. He said 'revenge' was in order." He examined me from head to toe. "But the way he described you... I expected you to be have horns in your hair, be ten feet tall, and spit acid."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," I said, unfazed. "Really. We have some sort of calamity thing outside that, according to popular vote, meaning everyone but me, needs to be resolved. Stephen said to talk to you about it, and... how did he talk to you before hand?"

"Even before I'm in the Save Room, I'm still programmed into the game. And about the two..." he waved his hand vaguely as he searched his mental Webster's Dictionary for help finding the appropriate words, "'warring parties', so to speak--"

"Me an' Brendan?"

"No, they're--"

"Me and Stephen?"

"No! GROUDON and KYOGRE!"

"What about them?"

Wallace's eyes reflected my own evil grin, but radiated exasperation. "You infuriating little--" he began, loosing his composure and semi-British accent. "I oughta--" he cleared his throat. When he next spoke, he was back to his old self. "Ahem. Have you ever heard of RAYQUAZA?"

"Does it matter?"

"It might. Legend has it that RAYQUA--"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! If you would just let me finish! The legendary RAYQUAZA supposedly has the power to quell GROUDON and KYOGRE, for it supposedly did at one point in the past."

"Gnarly. By all means, let us find the wee beastie and becalm the raging infernos of, uh... rage, outside."

"You're not funny. And I think I've narrowed down RAYQUAZA's location to three places." A box popped up with the list.

"CAVE OF ORIGIN
MT. PYRE
SKY PILLAR"

The PTB, being stupid, had to choose the first two options before arriving at the third.

"I must say. I'm disappointed in you APRIL. It can't be the CAVE OF ORIGIN because that's where we are now, and it can't be MT. PYRE because that's where the two orbs were before those buffoons took them, thinking they knew how to use them. I think you could see with your own eyes that there was no enormous green dragon there."

"It was the PTB that chose, not me!" I defended, then scowled in thought. "So... wait. When you said you had narrowed it down to three choices, really--" I let my voice trail off.

Wallace shrugged and finished my sentence for me. "I already knew. Sorry, I'm not the one that wrote the script. Ah well, off to SKY PILLAR." And just like that, he up and left.

"What the--?! Stupid jerk...." I followed that up with a random string of gibberish and pulled out my map. "Sky Pillar, Sky Pillar.... If I were Sky Pillar, where would I be? Ah, Route 131," I said, prodding the elusive tower's approximate location. I went back to the surface to once again brave the weather. "Surf's up," I murmured to Linoone. She gave an unenthusiastic bark. "Yeah, I thought so."

Many wrong turns later, I finally reached the monolith full of angry, green dragon. Wallace stood in front of the building, as conspicuous as a late-stage tumor, and just as wanted. When he noticed me (that is, when I stood in front of him, eye-to-eye, waiting for the PTB to press "A"), he nervously scratched the back of his head and said, "Um... my bad? I kind of left without you."

"Aiming for the 'Understatement-of-the-Year' Award? The PTB can read maps as well as a monkey can run a country. Though we did find this weird island that only had a bunch of Wynaut...."

He looked at me blankly. "Right.... So, RAYQUAZA is up at the top of the PILLAR and I need you to go up there and convince it to come down to SOOTOPOLIS and calm GROUDON and KYOGRE."

"Wait... what? Just walk up to him, he-who-is-one-the-most-powerful-Pokemon-ever, and flat-out tell him what to do?"

"APRIL, now!"

"Yes, master," I sighed and trudged through the doors and up the stairs to the top of the pillar. And there was RAYQUAZA in all his pixeled, Eastern dragon glory. With a cry like a rusted door hinge opening for the first time in either centuries or millennial, Rayquaza tried to take flight.

"Oh, heck no. I got up here once, I'm sure as Hell not doing it again. I refuse to Surf all the way back out here even one more time." The battle... began, much to the PTB's surprise and no doubt joy. A well-tossed Master Ball ended the battle as quickly as it had begun, again, much to appeasement the PTB's various blissful emotions. The emotions probably weren't as blissful as I summoned the PC out of thin air, along with all the Bad Eggs that were crowding it.

Trying to imagine It's face, I bit back a laugh, then replaced Pelipper with Rayquaza. "Sorry, bud," I told the unfortunate seagull/stork, "but it had to be done." We'd petrified many a Slugma together in the past. But time stops for no one, and a team only needs so many Flying-types. Case in point: I opened the TM/HM section of my fanny pack and pulled out my HM 02, Fly. I was going back to Sootopolis in style.

***

I think Groudon and Kyogre were stunned, to say the least. Stephen, Wallace, Maxie, Archie, and the rest of Sootopolis's denizens certainly were. How often do people Fly into town on the back of Rayquaza, bursting through the clouds and changing the weather as they went? Given my reception, not very many. Rayquaza swooped low enough to the ground to let me off, then set about giving Groudon and Kyogre a severe talking-to then sending them to their respective "rooms". And just like that, it was over. The weather calmed and the Continent and Sea Basin Pokemon went off to... wherever they lived.

"That was amazingly unimpressive," I said, recalling Rayquaza, now that he had fulfilled his purpose.

"Oh, shut up," groaned Stephen.

"I agree. Here, have this HM 07 WATERFALL. Maybe it'll keep you quiet," offered Wallace.

"Yeah right. I sing along with my CDs." I took the disk anyway.

"And you need to get the RAIN BADGE before you can use it," Wallace explained, seemingly under the belief that that tidbit of information would shut me up.

"And...?"

"And you can't get to EVER GRANDE CITY and the ELITE FOUR unless you have it," concluded Stephen, much closer to the success Wallace had been trying for.

I shot him my best poisonous glare. It actually made him recoil slightly. "...And...?"

"Uh.... And I know you want to beat the game, but to do that you have to beat the ELITE FOUR. Any questions?"

My mouth opened and closed several times before my brain successfully transmitted instructions to my vocal cords. "N-no," I managed. I regained full control in time to say, "Well, that's maddeningly unhelpful then, isn't it? The door's locked."

"Not anymore. Archie picked it." Stephen pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to where the leader of the former Team Aqua was waving sheepishly. Maxie just look ashamed.

"Er.... I know the LEADER. H-he was my tutor, and I actually ran the GYM for a while, but... that was quite some time ago, and I lost the key."

"Your patheticness is awe-inspiring in a sad sort of way." Surprisingly, that didn't come from me. It was pretty good though.

"Thanks, Stephen," Wallace grimaced, temple throbbing.

"No problem," Stephen replied with a egotistical smirk.

I brushed past the pair of them and tried to hide my grin behind my hand.

After asking the ever-present helper at the entrance to the Gym, I figured out the secret to reaching Juan quickly: Only step on each tile of ice once, or you'll fall prey to the Juan-worshippers down below the fragile ice, not to mention have several broken bones. In simpler terms: Don't screw up.

The last section was a little harder, but I managed to shatter the one tile I had missed from a distance. The ice ramp converted itself into stairs, which I then ascended to face the Leader.

After giving him a quick look-over, I asked, "So... 'Juan'.... Is that French or Spanish?"

He responded by tilting his head in confusion.

"Erm.... Parlez vous françois?"*

"Eh? Non."

I narrowed my eyes at his hypocrisy, then responded with some of my own. "Ssssure, I guess that's a good thing though. I don't either. Um... habla español?"**

He brightened. "Sí! Prefiero hablar español en lugar de ingles, y--"***

My eyes widened while all the while giving him a blank look. "Yeah, sure. En íngles por favor."****

"Bien..." he sighed. "You want a battle, no?"

"Indeed. That would be spiff-tackular."

With that odd start, my final Gym battle began.

Minun quickly laid waste to Luvdisc, Sealeo, and Crawdaunt. Gardevoir took out Whiscash, not by type-advantage, but by sheer force. As for Kingdra....

The average, non-cheating PTB would've had a heck of a time easily getting their hands on a Dragon-type that could swiftly wipe out Kingdra, short of hunting down an elusive Bagon and leveling it up as if their life depended on it. Me... not so much.

"Juan, there's something you're not going to like about my next Pokemon...."

"And...?"

"I mean, you're reeeaaally not going to like it." My warning fell on deaf ears, probably due to the fact that I was also sporting a malicious grin.

"Prove it," he retorted in a thick, Spanish accent.

I smiled without saying anything, then sent out my illegal Rayquaza. "Outrage," I commanded. Kingdra went down in one hit. Not much can stand up to a raging, level 70, monster of Pokemon. Especially not level 46 Kingdras.

Juan said nothing after we left battle-mode. The only response he made was his right eye twitching involuntarily. There was a pause, and finally, he handed me a Rain Badge. "H-here. T-take it. It's a RAIN BADGE.... Was that monstrosity yours?"

"Sí!" I responded brightly. "Fighting the system is what I do best." With that, I turned on my heel and walked back toward the entrance, sliding down the ramps of ice. But as soon as I got back outside, the PTB saved and turned off the game.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Two inside jokes: The "mid-western-United-States" thing.... Have you ever heard a person from Ohio talk? The only accent we have is we say "pop" instead of "soda".
And "monkey running a country".... Pres. Bush does have some pretty massive ears.... XD

Translations:
*Do you speak French? (Juan said "no", but in French. That was the hypocritical part)
**Do you speak Spanish?
***Yes! I prefer to speak Spanish instead of English, and--
****In English, please.


Eh, let's face it: I like all of the chapters near the end. XD
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 20 2007, 07:00 PM Post #87
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 42

I sat on the ground, chin in my hand, waiting for a chance to speak. It was proving to be near impossible, seeing as the first part of the game was nearly over, and most characters that needed introducing were already here, and talking very loudly. I cleared my throat, but to no avail. I cleared it again, but louder this time. Someone took the hint.

"QUIIIIEEEET!" roared Pipsqueak, loud enough to wake the sleep deprived.

The room turned to stare at him in awe, myself included. "How big are your lungs compared to the rest of you?" I asked, dumbstruck. He only shrugged. After blinking several times, still in shock, I finally spoke up.

"Okay, so as you know, I hate it here. You--" I jabbed an accusing finger at Birch, "--know a way out. I know you do. You were talking about it before some people--" this time I took the opportunity to glare javelins at the Footprint Nut, Winston, and Brendan, all of whom had interrupted Birch in his earlier explanation the last time we were all here, "--oh-so-rudely stopped you. Now then, what were you going to say?"

Birch seemed almost terrified out of his mind at the forcefulness of my speech, so it took him a few minutes to respond. With a nervous swallow, he began. "Er, w-well, it's probably going to far to do it. I mean, it's a last-chance, desperation-ditch-kind-of-move. Uh... that is... no one in their right mind would do it.... It's too dangerous. It's glitching on a whole new level, APRIL. Even you haven't done something like this."

"Again with that name!" I exploded. "Fine. If it's so 'dangerous,' don't tell me."

"A-APRIL," Brendan stammered.

"Shut up," I snapped, more furious than I had ever been. Something inside me had snapped. I turned sharply and walked away from the awe-struck group. If the PTB were going to give me a crappy name, I was going to come up with one of my own.

Due to the lack of success last time, I decided to give up and just stick with English. Nothing called out to me, until I started considering months again. June? No, that's stupid. July? Definitely not. May... kinda generic, but.... For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why, but it almost seemed to fit. Almost. There was something slightly off about it; maybe it was just because I was the anime-May's angry-at-the-world/green version. But it was all I could come up with until a new name popped into my head. At first, I thought it was stupid, but after mulling it over for a few minutes, I decided to stick with it. I gave a small smile, calming down. In fact, I felt down-right pleasant. Just in time. At that moment, Stephen approached.

"Hey, APRIL," he said, though not unkindly.

"Not APRIL," I snapped, but not as rudely as I would have five minutes ago. "M-may." I scowled to myself. If I had my other name, why use May? Fine, I decided. It'll be my little secret.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Really? If that's the case, then-- wait... you're acting different...."

I furrowed my brow. Maybe this "being nice" thing wasn't so bad after all. Did changing my name give me a change of heart? Before I could think it over too carefully, I responded, "I-I guess.... I feel... not totally evil."

"That's good to hear. Oh, Eddy says he'll explain how to get free if your not throwing a temper tantrum anymore."

"Eddy?"

"Er.... Professor Birch?"

"Oh, right. He's 'Edward'. I almost forgot." With a nervous laugh, I walked back to the group, Stephen close behind me.

"So," Birch said as I drew closer to the thronging horde of NPCs, "you gonna be nice now?"

"Disturbingly so," Stephen muttered.

The old me would have smacked him for that, but the new me only nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Oh, I'm May now." It still sounded weird, but I was going to stick with that lie.

"M-may? Why-- nothing. Never mind. Um.... What you have to do to.... Uh... but you have to promise me you won't actually do this, okay? It'll be bad. For every one. Especially you."

"I don't think she's planning on doing anything now. She's acting like a freakin' angel," Stephen grumbled.

"What's with you?" Brendan snapped.

"Nothing. It's just... no. Forget I said anything." I wondered vaguely if Stephen didn't like my change, but before I could consider anything, Birch continued with a bit less stuttering.

"Okay. So, you remember this thing, right?" He pulled the Adventure Journal out of thin air.

"The thing that taught me everything about everything when I just started? Yeah, it rings a few bells."

"Exactly. This is the thing that every tiny little detail is saved to when the PTB turn off the game. In fact, this might as well be the game. It contains the inner workings. However, when a GameShark gets thrown into the mix, or... someone like you even, it gets rewritten, though at a distance. All the same, the only time anything major is deleted is when the game restarts. But that's only the main character, technically. After all, if the PTB don't save, the other file is still there. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

I nodded slowly, which turned into a slow, left-to-right shake. "Not... really."

Birch sighed. "If every little thing was erased, it would be as if the game had never been started in the first place. After all, the 'CONTINUE' option isn't added until after the game's been saved in the first place. When you first start, using a brand new cartridge, the only choices are 'NEW GAME' and 'OPTIONS'."

I nodded, catching on. "So if it was all erased..."

"...everything'd be gone, excepting us, but there's no telling what would happen. We'd probably know everything we'd be programmed to know, but..." he pursed his lips, "we'd likely have our memories wiped. In fact, this most often happens after you beat the Elite Four. There are tons of horror stories bout it."

"That'd be horrible!" I exclaimed without a trace of sarcasm, drawing strange looks from the crowd.

"What?" I exclaimed. "I've changed! Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes," muttered Stephen.

"What's your problem?" I snapped.

Stephen raised his eyebrow. "And just how much have you changed?" he asked quietly, so that only I could hear.

I made a face. "More than everyone expected. Even me."

"Come with me," he said, grabbing my wrist and leading me away from the crowd, drawing jealous looks from Brendan.

Far enough away, we stopped walking. Looking me straight in the eye, he said, "Look. I know change is great and all, but still, you don't have to make that drastic of a change. I mean, look at me! I still stayed irritable even after I gave into the PTB. There's nothing wrong with being like you were without the colonial-era U.S. mentality!"

"What if I like being nice?"

"You're not nice. You're a liar. This is probably just a front so that no one will expect it when you--"

"I'm not lying, okay? I'm just... different, is all. I--" I cut myself short, not sure what kind of point I was trying to make.

Stephen gave me a sad look. "Be that as it may, you're still going to be APRIL to me. And probably to yourself as well."

"That's rather deep for a former druggie."

He only smirked knowingly as grey fog filled the room. Then, like everyone else, he vanished.

***

The first floor was the easiest part of Victory Road. It wasn't as though it was completely without trouble, though. However, that which was vexing didn't put up a good resistance. And by that of course, I meant Wally, who popped up almost instantly.

"Augh!" he screamed. "Don't hurt me!"

I heaved a tired sigh. "I know you heard my whole 'I've changed' speech. Let's just finish this."

"Yes!" he squeaked.

His first five Pokemon didn't last long, but he seemed to have grown more confident as the battle wore on. In fact, even though he was losing, but the end, he seemed to have enough ego to fill your typical backyard pool. Of course, even a level 45 Gardevoir can't do much against a level 47 Absol. Maybe the PTB's constant obsession with leveling up wasn't such a bad thing, given that Absol was my lowest level Pokemon.

"I-I have failed," Wally murmured upon defeat. The figurative ego-filled swimming pool drained in an instant.

"It's okay. It's not like winning or losing matters anyway."

"APRIL...?"

"No, May, 'member? Eh, I'm just glad to see you're better now. Looks like the air in Verdanturf really did help, huh?"

"What the--?"

I smiled pleasantly and moved on.

The rest of Victory Road got a bit more difficult after that. The PTB, being lazy, decided not to bring a Pokemon with Flash along, thereby making the trip a nightmare. I pushed on, knowing the end was near. The end of the beginning, that is. It's common knowledge that beating the Elite Four is just the beginning. I swallowed. Unless you-know-what happens to the Adventure Journal.

Upon seeing the stereotypical "light at the end of the tunnel," I was just about to break out into some Martian Luther King Jr. quotes ("Free at last, free at last! Thank God almighty! I am free at last!"), until I actually came out of the tunnel and spotted Scott whom I hadn't seen since the very beginning. "Er, hello?" I said.

"Ah ha!" he said, sounding overly-proud. "I knew it! I knew you'd follow my suggestion to become a TRAINER!"

Oh, God. "Look. I'd love to stay and chat, but if we pick that whole discussion back up again I'm going to lapse into my old self."

"Can't have that!" he said brightly. "You're such a wonderful TRAINER as it is!"

I suppressed a shudder as I went forward, through the doors of the Pokemon League and Scott went back the way I had come. Stupid useless characters... I thought. No, that's not right. Quiet, APRIL. May is a nice person. "Urg," I groaned aloud, feeling schizophrenic.

After healing and loading up on items at the PokeCenter and Mart respectively inside the lobby, I received a congratulatory speech from one of the two people blocking the entrance to the actual Elite Four+Champion.

"But if I got here in the first place I'd need Waterfall, and that'd mean I already have all eight Badges." I defended after one of the pair checked to make sure I didn't have an inferior number of Badges.

"Oh, just go on ahead," the other guard sighed.

"Can do," I said with a bit too much enthusiasm ans shuffled past them.

After walking down a hallway, I found myself in a room that looked like a converted gymnasium. I walked up to the only occupant. Before I had a chance to say anything, he began to speak.

"Hey there, TRAINER! I like that look you're giving me!"

And that was my first premonition that this was going to be a very long day.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Oh, and did I mention there'd be plot twists near the end? *evil grin* (Note the use of the plural.) Keeping in mind that APRIL technically has three names now, even though one of them hasn't been said.

Okay, that's all of 'em for now. X.x And almost all of them for ever (not a typo XP). Yup, it's drawing to a close; just one more chapter and the epilogue.... :oops:
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
nya_chan Jun 30 2007, 07:50 PM Post #88
Member Avatar
TeH g00fy admin (I wonder why no one takes me seriously...)
[ * * * * ]
 Chapter 43

"I'm not 'TRAINER'," I corrected slowly. "I'm... May." Lies, lies, lies.

Sidney looked confused. "But... it says 'APRIL' on your TRAINER's Card...."

"Oh, don't even get me started on that..." I grumbled, shuddering slightly.

"Good idea!" he said with a nod, the single, bizarre tuft of hair bobbing absurdly with his motions. "Instead, let's get started on this battle!"

"Can and will do."

The battle.... Not much to say for it, really. Due to my lack of Fighting and/or Bug-types, I just made due with Rayquaza, who butchered Sidney's Pokemon. Those it didn't make chop suey out of simply became mincemeat (or sushi, in the case of Sharpedo).

"Urg." Sidney paled, but he did his best to follow the script. "Man, I got own-- I mean, it was fun, so it doesn't matter who won or lost. Especially me losing. Er, that is, there's nothing hard about beating the first member of the ELITE FOUR, right?"

I smiled and nodded, keeping my sarcastic commentary to myself. Sidney rubbed the bald part of his head (which was most of it) and muttered, "Shouldn't've used SWORDS DANCE..." to himself as I passed him to go to the door and down another hallway.

Phoebe was a joke as well, more so than Sidney, even. Ghost-types weren't exactly the best building blocks for a team anymore, courtesy of the sudden on-set of large numbers of Pokemon that know/can Bite, and/or other Dark moves. That, and Dark-types were extremely easy to come by. I could count on one hand the number of Routes that didn't have Poochyena and/or Mightyena, not counting water Routes. And of course, I had my Absol.

And Rayquaza knew Crunch.

Not even the "no-attack-is-Super-Effective-against-me!" Sableye stood a chance.

"So, wait," I said after the battle and after Phoebe had finished talking about deep links and the like. It took all my restraint not to interrupt. "Why is Sidney before you if he could beat you?"

"I don't know!" she retorted, as though she had been offended for God-knows-what reason. "Er... ask Drake. He'll know."

"Okay," I said brightly. I might have been mistaken, but when I walked past her, I think she gagged.

Next was Glacia. I was glad there was no such thing as temperature in this game, otherwise I likely would have gone through rigor mortis with out even dying. What is this, a room sized freezer?!

Glacia introduced herself in such a pompous, holier-than-thou manner that made me want to smack her. But that's not what "May" would do, so I toughed it out instead.

Finally, she stopped talking, and we entered battle-mode. Thinking she would open with one of her Water/Ice Sealeo, I sent out Minun. As if by spite, she started instead with pure-Ice Glalie. Still, she was obliterated in two hits, but it gave her enough time to cast Hail, effectively ruining my day, or, at the very least, making it worse.

In a matter of minutes, the rest of Glacia's team were crispy critters, the other Glalie included.

Another victory, another hallway. After emerging from the one linking Glacia and Drake, I followed Phoebe's suggestion and immediately began questioning Drake, the last of the Elite Four as soon as I saw him. The response was much shorter than I had hoped.

"So... if Sidney can beat Phoebe and Glacia can beat you... why are you four ordered the way you are?"

Drake shrugged. "I dunno. Prolly 'cuz the CHAMPION can barely do jack to me Dragons. 'Cept for the whole 'ICE BEAM' thing...."

"Wow.... That was intelligent." Where did that come from? I clapped my hands over my mouth. Keep it together, keep it together....

When I returned to Earth from my own little world, Drake was giving me the evilest glare he could muster. It wasn't that impressive compared to some of the ones Stephen had given me, but I hurriedly tried to cover my error nevertheless.

"Er, nothing, nothing! Just talking to myself is all. Uh, stupid question y'know...." More lies. It was all too obvious that it had been an insult.

Drake didn't seem convinced, but there wasn't much either of us could do for follow-up because the battle had begun.

Rayquaza, the speed-demon that it was, took out all but Shelgon in one hit with Dragon Claw. Shelgon only took two because the coward kept using "Protect" instead of attacking like a sensible Pokemon (not that it would have made much of a difference in the end).

Drake scowled as we returned to the overworld. "N-not cool...."

"I didn't come up with the type advantages. Hey, it's not like I took on Phoebe with Ghost-types."

But before Drake could respond, I'd taken off at a sprint for the Champion's room. Some unseen force--other than the PTB--was urging me on. Perhaps... myself?

The hallway to the Champion's room was impossibly long. Flashy, too, to top it all off. I flew down it's length, feeling slightly schizophrenic as I argued with myself.

Once I opened the doors at the far end of the hall, there was a brief pause, then I was automatically escorted forward to...

...Wallace?

How did he become Champion?

I didn't dwell on it for two long, for as he began to speak with his ever-so-faint British accent (which I didn't understand either), he answered my question for me.

"Hey there, May!" I twitched slightly. "I bet you're kinda, um... surprised to see me here."

"To say the least," I muttered to myself.

"Remember how I told you about how I use to run the Sootopolis Gym? And that Juan was my mentor? Well, the student surpassed the teacher, if you don't mind the cliche." He laughed nervously.

"Then who was Champion before you?"

"Stephen," he spat. "And he's still the best TRAINER in the game. Er, aside from you, of course," eh amended quickly.

"Of course," I amended without emotion.

"Well, let's skip the tired formalities. You'll likely hear them again, eh?" Another nervous laugh. Apparently he knew he was going to lose, and several times out that.

"Yeah," I agreed softly.

"Well! Let's see who dances the best with Pokemon in Hoenn!" he exclaimed, lifting his hands in a practiced way that also managed to make his cape flip up in a showy manner.

"You sound like a bad shojo manga," I informed him. "No sane person could say something that cheesy normally unless it was scripted." His outraged response was cut short by a dialogue box:

"CHAMPION WALLACE would like to battle!" it declared in its typical, "insert-NAME-here" format whenever a battle started. I just sighed, garnering another angry reaction from Wallace. "May" was falling apart at the seams. Already? I wondered, though not alarmed.

But life rolls on, and Wallace sent out Wailord, so, naturally, I lead with Minun. Wailord used Rain Dance, thereby sealing its and Wallace's next four Pokemon's dooms. Thunder, now infailable, wiped all but Whishcash out in one hit. Whishcash went down to Lombre's Absorb in one hit, which is rather pathetic, when you think about it.

Finally, Milotic. At first, it didn't seem that it would be tough, but it had ridiculously high Special Defense and knew Recover. Thunder ran out of PP because it kept missing, and, in the same turn, Minun was poisoned by Toxic. Thing's seemed grim. That is, until I figured out that a level 61 Minun that uses Thunderbolt--and gets a Critical Hit--can take out a level 58 Milotic in one hit. It might have been because my previous endeavors had glitched the game. Or it could have just been dumb luck. I'll never know for sure.

Wallace didn't seem surprised. In fact, he seemed almost relieved. "Thank God!" he sighed. "Battles with Milotic usually take forever!" But just as he was about to go into his congratulatory speech....

Cue Brendan. And Prof. Birch for good measure. The first of whom had dogged my forever, the second I'd barely seen since the very beginning. There seemed to be a bit of a generation gap.

"Are we too late?" asked Brendan.

"Yup," chorused Wallace and I. Neither of us seemed to care about Brendan's punctuallity, or lack thereof.

"Aw, crap. I wanted to see Wallace get his a--" Brendan looked at Birch quickly, and changed what he was about to say, "--butt... kicked.

Wallace didn't say anything, but a vein bulged on his forehead.

"Well, congrats, May! Now that's you're CHAMPION, you can do all kinds of things! The BATTLE FRONTIER, the--"

"No," I said, quietly, but firmly. I looked at Birch, then Wallace, then my eyes lingered the longest on Brendan. Looking back at Birch, I said, "I-- I lied. I never was 'May'."

"What are you ta--"

"I only pretended to be nice you you would tell me how to get out! You would never have told it to APRIL!"

"But--" said Brendan, confused and alarmed. "Does that mean...?"

I nodded, though I myself only just know understood everything.

APRIL was a cruel, heartless being. A robot, even. A puppet, but with a mind of it's own. Supposedly, she could do whatever she wanted, but in the end, she was still ruled by the PTB and nothing could change that. And because of that, no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't clear the Adventure Journal. She lived to torment the PTB, a never-ending task. She had to stay. As much as she hated it, this game was where she belonged.

May. May was a hoax. She never really existed in the first place. She was just a cover-up, and a bad one at that. The "real" me occasionally showed through, and was there the entire time, from the very beginning. Ever since the PTB mislabled me as "APRIL"--so yes, technically, the PTB created APRIL, which is why she's only a puppet in the grand scheme of things--my real name was there.

Stephen was right, I thought ruefully, on multiple accounts. I would always be APRIL, in a way, but now.... Well, the PTB didn't rule me anymore, that was for sure. That was the only thing separating me from her. And a few extra capital letters. I guess it meant I had a heart. Small price to pay for being free.

"May..." Brendan said slowly. "You're... crying."

I touched my cheek and was surprised to find that it was wet. "What the--"

"Come on," Wallace urged me, bekoning toward the door at the far end of the room. "I'll talk to her," he told Brendan and Birch.

"May, don't!" Brendan cried desperately.

Almost to the door, I turned around and smiled at him sadly. "I'm not May," I told him softly. "I'm April."

As I walked through the door, Brendan could only watch, dumbstruck, and jaw slack. Birch did likewise, but kept control of his jaw.

Wallace and I walked across the highly polished Hall of Fame floor in silence. He seemed to be at a loss for words. When he finally found some, he spoke up.

"So.... 'April', huh?"

"That's me."

A brief pause. Wallace turned sharply as we reached a machine at the end of the room. "April, you can't," he said, looking my dead in the eyes.

I couldn't meet his gaze. Looking instead at my reflection on the floor, I said, "Watch me."

Wallace closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and put a hand on his forehead. He probably cursed himself as well. "April, please," he said tiredly.

"You won't remember me anyway...." My tear ducts prickled again. APRIL had usually only felt malice. Never sadness. Never remorse.

"April...!" He was almost a the point of begging now. "If you do this... it won't change anything! It'll just repeat. Nothing will have changed! The PTB will just be extra mad, but--"

"I--I can't not do this, okay? It's not to get back at the PTB. It's for me. I can't live this kind of life." I looked up at the screen above me. Somewhere up there, a very happy PTB was thinking that they had adventures waiting for after the Elite Four. I pursed my lips and looked back down. "You won't remember. It'll be like nothing happened. Nothing will have happened. You won't have any memories at all. A-all this, I'll never will have existed. I--" I tried to swallow past the rapidly developing lump in my throat. If you can't remember, for all you know, it never happened. "I won't have existed, except for the PTB, and even then...." I shook my head. "Existence is probably over-rated anyway," I concluded with a nervous laugh.

"But--" Anything else he would have said was lost forever as APRIL's records were loaded into the Hall of Fame. How pointless.

***

Filled with pride, the PTB viewed the GameBoy Advance SP's screen with pride. Sure, other Championships had been won in the past, but there's something special about the first win in each version. The PTB smirked, seeing Mud Mud being loaded. It was hard to resist evolving it, but it had been worth it in the end. Not evolving one's starter was, in a way, proof that Pokemon battling is about more than levels. And Marshtomp and Swampert were just plain ugly. It was better to keep Mud Mud looking cute.

Unexpectedly, the PTB yawned. "Bah. Stupid credits. I'm not waiting through those. The power button was flicked uncerimoniously to "OFF".

***

I was suddenly flung back into the Save Room... alone. Trying not to let the emptiness get to me, I quickly summoned the Adventure Journal. Through this was a much stranger and more mysterious version of the Save Room, it was the Save Room nonetheless, and my hacking powers came to me much more readily. Waving one hand over the book, I erased everything inside it. The all-too-familiar darkness enveloped me for the last time.

And then there was nothing.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I'd be cruel not to add the Epilogue right now, wouldn't I? ^-^;
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Epilogue

The PTB was no longer filled with pride. In fact, the feeling was closer to shock. Or outrage.

The screen on the GBA SP contained a box with two lines of text: "NEW GAME" and "OPTIONS". Because the game had been used, the PTB had never seen this screen in particular before. It had always had a "CONTINUE" choice as well. Biting back tears, the PTB chose "NEW GAME", jabbing the "A" button furiously, and decided to make a post on a forum about this. Maybe it had happened to other people as well. That was the hope anyway. It's always good to know you're not alone.

***

I found myself in a desolate black place, entirely alone. Just as I was about to call out for help--

"Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting!"

"Wh-what?"

Anything else he might have said was drowned out by a repetitive beeping. Shortly, I was in a box next to the words "YOUR NAME?"

Below me, a cursor rapidly selected the letters "A-P-R-I-L" and moved over to a box that said "OK", then paused. It moved up to another box above it that said "lower". The characters below me turned into lower case letters, and some of the letters to my left vanished, leaving only the letter "A". The cursor below me reselected "p", "r", "i", and "l" to form my name.

April.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
... ... ... *sigh* It's hard enough to end a story, let alone kill of your main character. Try it someday. Work on a story for nine months and end by killing your main character. You might then understand how depressed I am. -_-; It's not like I didn't know the ending was coming. I had it planned since chapter 9. 0.o I didn't realize how hard it would be until I actually did it.

April: Buck up.
nya: Listen you little wisea-- Wait a sec! I just killed you! You're dead!
April: Do I look dead to you?
nya: B-but....
April: How do I have to prove it to you? Smack you over the head with a folding chair?
nya: Who do you think you are, Writer's Block?

Well, I had a big, long ending speech, but it was twice the length of the Epilogue. One thing I do want to say, is that there is truth behind the ending, and Emerald versions are particularlly prone to deleting themselves unless you watch the credits all the way through the first time you best the E4. However, I've heard of it happening to Saphirre versions as well.

nya: Of course, no story can be completed without the support of its readers--
April: What?! You're going to thank the people that launched rockets at me?
nya: That was only a few of them. >.>;

Thanks to:
Anthezar, Arctic master, and Ramzam. That was so much more impressive on Crater....

Well, thanks again everyone! I definately couldn't have done it without your support. Yup. But don't worry. You ain't seen the last o' me yet! *sly smile*

nya_chan out!
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Finished Stories · Next Topic »
Add Reply
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • …
  • 5


Skin orginally created by Tariq | Converted by Lewis of the ZetaBoard Theme Zone