charmander rox
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But... I don't want to see the Epilogue before the last chapter. Try a different offer.
The Legend of Thunder: Updated 6/8 Now truly complete!
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Wow. That must have been the lamest attempt at an April Fools day joke ever. Saying I edited a post with a joke, then editing all the posts and there being no joke other then people looking for one. Lame.=P
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meditite rox
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Except nobody searched for it.
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That's why I said that it's so lame... Anyways, I am working on the last chapter. Will keep you guys updated.
Pikamaster
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Well I assumed that everybody knew that I'm lame anyways.=P
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Wow. This is taking a lot longer to write than I expected. Because of that, I'm going to post the last chapter in two parts. Part one is written and will be typed onto the computer as soon as possible. Part two is still in progress and will be posted with the Epilogue. After that, I will get started with chapter two of The Laments File. Sorry for the delay.
Back to back posts merged. The following information has been added:
Well, part one isn't all on the computer yet, but I'm going to post the fourth of it that is on now. Don't want you guys to stop reading it.=P
“Why me?” Jack cried for about the hundredth time, his eyes lifted towards the puffy charcoal clouds.
“Because. Do you need a better reason?” Thunder asked his hope of enjoying the silence of pre-dawn crushed.
“I know,” Jack continued, oblivious to the answer he got, “That we waited all night for a human to walk by. I know that I needed clothes so I can go into the human city. But why did we have to steal a girl’s clothes?”
Impatiently, Thunder explained that after spending a chilly October night hiding behind wet rocks, he and Spark didn’t want to wait any longer.
When Jack started to whine about the size and quality of the fabric, and asking how anyone could walk with the heels of the shoes raised so high, the Pikachu almost killed him. Then the griping human raised another of the countless problems he had with the clothes.
“But what if one of the humans thinks that I’m a girl?”
But this time, before Thunder could open his mouth, Spark answered.
“They won’t. The only thing that let’s humans know which human is which gender are the raised heels on the things on your feet. As you saw with the Rockets, that was all they had. The humans will look at your feet and think that you’re a girl. Then they’ll look at you and see that you’re just a weird guy who wants people to think that you’re a girl and start backing off. So there!”
All throughout the explanation the smug look on Spark’s face had been growing bigger, but now it transformed into an expression of triumph.
Spinning around on his long toes, the Raichu started marching towards the city, tail waving high in the air, the other two just stood with their mouths hanging open.
Turning to Thunder, Jack said, “He really is an idiot, isn’t he?”
“You have no idea. It’s a Chu like him that gives all the others a bad name.”
Still looking at Thunder, Jack started to walk again, asking whether or not they should just leave Spark behind. Because he was looking at the Pikachu, he didn’t see what he tripped over.
Now lying face down in the dirt, the human wondered what tripped him. Getting to his feet, he turned around, voicing his question.
“Me.” Was the indignant reply, “I know I stopped in the middle of the path where you were sure to trip on me, but you should watch were you’re going.”
“Spark! Why did you stop if you knew I was going to trip on you? Now my forehead is bleeding and it’s your fault.” Jack snapped, swiping at the blood that was trickling into his eyes.
When Thunder asked him the same thing, Spark just looked confused.
“I don’t know.” He said. “It’s like someone, somewhere, who can control my actions had a reason for why I’d stop here, but because he wanted to get something finished he got rid of it and just left me here for the sole purpose of bringing pain to one person and amusement to others.”
“Well,” was Thunder’s cold reply, “That was an elaborate excuse. But every second I stand around and let your imagination supply you with idiocy is a second I could have used walking towards that city. So stop being an idiot and let’s go.”
“Fine, my forehead has stopped bleeding anyway. I’ll be fine as long as somebody doesn’t trip me again.” Jack said, glaring at Spark.
“But I told you. It’s like someone stopped me there just so you’d be in pain.”
“That’s it!”
His patience gone, Jack started to tear apart the Raichu’s insane reasoning. For a second Thunder was tempted to hit them both with a Thunder Bolt, but the feeling passed and he just let out a resigned sigh. It was going to be a long day.
“Well? You said that people would say that you’re a girl. Nobody has said a word.”
“Shut up Spark. We’ve passed two humans who were both looking the other way. Two doesn’t qualify as people.”
The arguing grew more intense while they walked, Thunder trailing a few feet behind, his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face. Continuing to walk without sight, the Pikachu didn’t know that Spark had stopped until he hit the dazed rodent.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Thunder demanded, his anger quickly growing.
"I had that feeling again," Spark said.
Hearing that, the enraged Pikachu nearly threw him into a wall. The only thing that stopped him was his curiosity. After a few seconds, curiosity won the battle between it and satisfaction, so Thunder queried the Raichu.
“Well,” Spark said, “I’m just getting this feeling that Jack was going to throw those things on his feet at the next humans he saw, but something happened and he wouldn’t have until I said all that.”
“I’ll throw them anyway and see what happens.” The former Eevee said. Then, under his breath, “I’ve been wanting to ditch them the moment I put them on, but you guys stopped me.”
Removing the offending footwear, Jack threw them towards the nearest human. One flew past its head, but the other one struck it, the extended heel burying itself in its neck. The unfortunate human clutched at the shoe, then fell, never to get up.
Everyone on the street froze for a minute, then the realization of what just happened sunk in. Half of the humans ran screaming from the body, shoving their way past each other, the other half circled the three friends in a tightening circle, eager to make them pay for the murder.
Just as Thunder, Jack and Spark thought that they were going to die, the image of a floating pink kitten appeared and teleported them away, leaving the mob behind.
When Thunder opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Jack and Spark, both curled up into tight balls on the ground. The next thing he saw was a giant pink Pokémon and a giant blue Pokémon, both following Jack and Spark’s example. Then, the blue one whispered something to the other.
“Oh CRUD Palkia, what are they doing here?”
“Shut up Dialga, maybe they’ll go away.”
The Pikachu was confused. Walking up the two giant, quivering ninnies, he poked the blue one, asking it what it was.
“Oh no, It touched me! I’m going to DIE!”
“Maybe not Dialga, but if you do, I’m taking your diamond. It’s so much better than this stupid pearl.”
Uncurling, and then turning to face Thunder, the pink and white Pokémon proclaimed,
“I am Palkia, and the blue wimp is Dialga. Now, what do you want? And make it quick, every Legendary Pokémon that’s been around you for to long has had a gruesome death, and we don’t want the same to happen to us.”
“Well,” Jack said, having uncurled from his ball, “We need to get to Mew…”
“Done!”
Tearing a portal through space open, Palkia flung the three friends through, snapping it shut immediately after they were gone.
“Phew, they’re gone. You can straiten out now Dialga.”
“Good. I thought that they’d never leave.”
“They may have left, but now I’m here.” A sinister, disembodied voice said.
At the sound of the voice both Palkia and Dialga jumped a foot into the air, crashing down with enough force to make the entirety of the Spear Pillar tremble.
Turning to the shadowy portal that had just appeared behind them, the deities yelled in unison at the Pokémon that had come out of it.
“Well, they’re gone and we’re not dead.” It said.
“That’s true Giratina, but I was touched and Palkia touched them. Their curse might still be around.”
“Oh stop it you ninny.” Palkia and Giratina said.
Meanwhile, deep under Spear Pillar…
“You’ll never get away with whatever it is you’re doing!” A sweating trainer said to a Rocket Grunt, “Go! Infernape!”
Then to himself, “Why am I wearing this stupid winter coat around all this lava? I must be an idiot.”
“On the contrary, we already have. Go! Weezing! Use Poison Gas and kill that stupid ape with your methane!” The Rocket ordered.
The trainer’s eye grew as large as quarters as the wall of gas shot towards the flames on the ape Pokémon. It was the last thing he saw.
Dialga wildly swung his head from side to side, and then asked, “Did you hear something?”
“No, I didn’t. Did you Giratina?”
“Maybe, but that might be Dialga’s paranoia rubbing off on me.”
“I’m telling you guy’s I heard something. If we die because you refused to even look, Palkia, I’m going to go back in time and kill you.”
“How would you manage to do that?” Palkia chuckled, “You’d be dead to.”
Dialga paused, trying to figure out a way to kill Palkia if he was dead as well, then he said,
“Maybe I should kill you now.”
“But then you might die because I’m not around to check.”
Trying to think of a way around this logic made Dialga’s brain hurt. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. Pretty soon, Palkia and Giratina could feel the heat coming off of the temporal deity’s head.
“Dialga, stop it. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Palkia quickly said, his eyes widening.
Thinking that Palkia just wanted him to stop finding a loophole, Dialga redoubled his effort.
He got another minute of thinking in before his brain exploded with a muffled thump.
Palkia and Giratina stared with unconcealed horror as grey fluid started dripping from the dead Pokémon’s nose and onto the stone floor.
“No!” Palkia cried, dropping to his knees. Sobbing, the special deity slammed his arms against the ground, unable to believe that his friend’s brain exploded.
Over and over he hit the ground, asking no one in particular why this happened.
The force of his thumping was so great that several of the huge stone pillars that populated the Spear Pillar fell, burying him in several tons of stone.
Giratina was scared at this point, the curse had struck again. Desperate to save his own life, he fled into the Distortion World, flying at a few hundred miles per hour. He passed over and under floating rocks, picking up a couple of passengers along the way.
Looking at his back, Giratina saw that a human with long blond hair and another with spiky blue hair had jumped onto him and were now holding on for their lives. When he saw their eyes get even bigger than they were now, Giratina wondered why. Looking forward again, his brain registered a floating stone platform directly ahead just before he crashed through it, breaking every bone in his and the human’s bodies.
Barely alive, Giratina fell onto another of the hundreds of platforms face up. The last thing felt were the humans falling into his throat and clogging his wind pipe forever.
EDIT. Done Part One. Now I'll get to work on Part two.
Back to back posts merged. The following information has been added:
Well, part one isn't all on the computer yet, but I'm going to post the fourth of it that is on now. Don't want you guys to stop reading it.=P
Chapter 12 Part 1
“Why me?” Jack cried for about the hundredth time, his eyes lifted towards the puffy charcoal clouds.
“Because. Do you need a better reason?” Thunder asked his hope of enjoying the silence of pre-dawn crushed.
“I know,” Jack continued, oblivious to the answer he got, “That we waited all night for a human to walk by. I know that I needed clothes so I can go into the human city. But why did we have to steal a girl’s clothes?”
Impatiently, Thunder explained that after spending a chilly October night hiding behind wet rocks, he and Spark didn’t want to wait any longer.
When Jack started to whine about the size and quality of the fabric, and asking how anyone could walk with the heels of the shoes raised so high, the Pikachu almost killed him. Then the griping human raised another of the countless problems he had with the clothes.
“But what if one of the humans thinks that I’m a girl?”
But this time, before Thunder could open his mouth, Spark answered.
“They won’t. The only thing that let’s humans know which human is which gender are the raised heels on the things on your feet. As you saw with the Rockets, that was all they had. The humans will look at your feet and think that you’re a girl. Then they’ll look at you and see that you’re just a weird guy who wants people to think that you’re a girl and start backing off. So there!”
All throughout the explanation the smug look on Spark’s face had been growing bigger, but now it transformed into an expression of triumph.
Spinning around on his long toes, the Raichu started marching towards the city, tail waving high in the air, the other two just stood with their mouths hanging open.
Turning to Thunder, Jack said, “He really is an idiot, isn’t he?”
“You have no idea. It’s a Chu like him that gives all the others a bad name.”
Still looking at Thunder, Jack started to walk again, asking whether or not they should just leave Spark behind. Because he was looking at the Pikachu, he didn’t see what he tripped over.
Now lying face down in the dirt, the human wondered what tripped him. Getting to his feet, he turned around, voicing his question.
“Me.” Was the indignant reply, “I know I stopped in the middle of the path where you were sure to trip on me, but you should watch were you’re going.”
“Spark! Why did you stop if you knew I was going to trip on you? Now my forehead is bleeding and it’s your fault.” Jack snapped, swiping at the blood that was trickling into his eyes.
When Thunder asked him the same thing, Spark just looked confused.
“I don’t know.” He said. “It’s like someone, somewhere, who can control my actions had a reason for why I’d stop here, but because he wanted to get something finished he got rid of it and just left me here for the sole purpose of bringing pain to one person and amusement to others.”
“Well,” was Thunder’s cold reply, “That was an elaborate excuse. But every second I stand around and let your imagination supply you with idiocy is a second I could have used walking towards that city. So stop being an idiot and let’s go.”
“Fine, my forehead has stopped bleeding anyway. I’ll be fine as long as somebody doesn’t trip me again.” Jack said, glaring at Spark.
“But I told you. It’s like someone stopped me there just so you’d be in pain.”
“That’s it!”
His patience gone, Jack started to tear apart the Raichu’s insane reasoning. For a second Thunder was tempted to hit them both with a Thunder Bolt, but the feeling passed and he just let out a resigned sigh. It was going to be a long day.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Well? You said that people would say that you’re a girl. Nobody has said a word.”
“Shut up Spark. We’ve passed two humans who were both looking the other way. Two doesn’t qualify as people.”
The arguing grew more intense while they walked, Thunder trailing a few feet behind, his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face. Continuing to walk without sight, the Pikachu didn’t know that Spark had stopped until he hit the dazed rodent.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Thunder demanded, his anger quickly growing.
"I had that feeling again," Spark said.
Hearing that, the enraged Pikachu nearly threw him into a wall. The only thing that stopped him was his curiosity. After a few seconds, curiosity won the battle between it and satisfaction, so Thunder queried the Raichu.
“Well,” Spark said, “I’m just getting this feeling that Jack was going to throw those things on his feet at the next humans he saw, but something happened and he wouldn’t have until I said all that.”
“I’ll throw them anyway and see what happens.” The former Eevee said. Then, under his breath, “I’ve been wanting to ditch them the moment I put them on, but you guys stopped me.”
Removing the offending footwear, Jack threw them towards the nearest human. One flew past its head, but the other one struck it, the extended heel burying itself in its neck. The unfortunate human clutched at the shoe, then fell, never to get up.
Everyone on the street froze for a minute, then the realization of what just happened sunk in. Half of the humans ran screaming from the body, shoving their way past each other, the other half circled the three friends in a tightening circle, eager to make them pay for the murder.
Just as Thunder, Jack and Spark thought that they were going to die, the image of a floating pink kitten appeared and teleported them away, leaving the mob behind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Thunder opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Jack and Spark, both curled up into tight balls on the ground. The next thing he saw was a giant pink Pokémon and a giant blue Pokémon, both following Jack and Spark’s example. Then, the blue one whispered something to the other.
“Oh CRUD Palkia, what are they doing here?”
“Shut up Dialga, maybe they’ll go away.”
The Pikachu was confused. Walking up the two giant, quivering ninnies, he poked the blue one, asking it what it was.
“Oh no, It touched me! I’m going to DIE!”
“Maybe not Dialga, but if you do, I’m taking your diamond. It’s so much better than this stupid pearl.”
Uncurling, and then turning to face Thunder, the pink and white Pokémon proclaimed,
“I am Palkia, and the blue wimp is Dialga. Now, what do you want? And make it quick, every Legendary Pokémon that’s been around you for to long has had a gruesome death, and we don’t want the same to happen to us.”
“Well,” Jack said, having uncurled from his ball, “We need to get to Mew…”
“Done!”
Tearing a portal through space open, Palkia flung the three friends through, snapping it shut immediately after they were gone.
“Phew, they’re gone. You can straiten out now Dialga.”
“Good. I thought that they’d never leave.”
“They may have left, but now I’m here.” A sinister, disembodied voice said.
At the sound of the voice both Palkia and Dialga jumped a foot into the air, crashing down with enough force to make the entirety of the Spear Pillar tremble.
Turning to the shadowy portal that had just appeared behind them, the deities yelled in unison at the Pokémon that had come out of it.
“Well, they’re gone and we’re not dead.” It said.
“That’s true Giratina, but I was touched and Palkia touched them. Their curse might still be around.”
“Oh stop it you ninny.” Palkia and Giratina said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, deep under Spear Pillar…
“You’ll never get away with whatever it is you’re doing!” A sweating trainer said to a Rocket Grunt, “Go! Infernape!”
Then to himself, “Why am I wearing this stupid winter coat around all this lava? I must be an idiot.”
“On the contrary, we already have. Go! Weezing! Use Poison Gas and kill that stupid ape with your methane!” The Rocket ordered.
The trainer’s eye grew as large as quarters as the wall of gas shot towards the flames on the ape Pokémon. It was the last thing he saw.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dialga wildly swung his head from side to side, and then asked, “Did you hear something?”
“No, I didn’t. Did you Giratina?”
“Maybe, but that might be Dialga’s paranoia rubbing off on me.”
“I’m telling you guy’s I heard something. If we die because you refused to even look, Palkia, I’m going to go back in time and kill you.”
“How would you manage to do that?” Palkia chuckled, “You’d be dead to.”
Dialga paused, trying to figure out a way to kill Palkia if he was dead as well, then he said,
“Maybe I should kill you now.”
“But then you might die because I’m not around to check.”
Trying to think of a way around this logic made Dialga’s brain hurt. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. Pretty soon, Palkia and Giratina could feel the heat coming off of the temporal deity’s head.
“Dialga, stop it. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Palkia quickly said, his eyes widening.
Thinking that Palkia just wanted him to stop finding a loophole, Dialga redoubled his effort.
He got another minute of thinking in before his brain exploded with a muffled thump.
Palkia and Giratina stared with unconcealed horror as grey fluid started dripping from the dead Pokémon’s nose and onto the stone floor.
“No!” Palkia cried, dropping to his knees. Sobbing, the special deity slammed his arms against the ground, unable to believe that his friend’s brain exploded.
Over and over he hit the ground, asking no one in particular why this happened.
The force of his thumping was so great that several of the huge stone pillars that populated the Spear Pillar fell, burying him in several tons of stone.
Giratina was scared at this point, the curse had struck again. Desperate to save his own life, he fled into the Distortion World, flying at a few hundred miles per hour. He passed over and under floating rocks, picking up a couple of passengers along the way.
Looking at his back, Giratina saw that a human with long blond hair and another with spiky blue hair had jumped onto him and were now holding on for their lives. When he saw their eyes get even bigger than they were now, Giratina wondered why. Looking forward again, his brain registered a floating stone platform directly ahead just before he crashed through it, breaking every bone in his and the human’s bodies.
Barely alive, Giratina fell onto another of the hundreds of platforms face up. The last thing felt were the humans falling into his throat and clogging his wind pipe forever.
EDIT. Done Part One. Now I'll get to work on Part two.
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Pikamaster
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Well, done Part One. I edited it in, but here it is for you lazy people. Enjoy.
When Thunder opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Jack and Spark, both curled up into tight balls on the ground. The next thing he saw was a giant pink Pokémon and a giant blue Pokémon, both following Jack and Spark’s example. Then, the blue one whispered something to the other.
“Oh CRUD Palkia, what are they doing here?”
“Shut up Dialga, maybe they’ll go away.”
The Pikachu was confused. Walking up the two giant, quivering ninnies, he poked the blue one, asking it what it was.
“Oh no, It touched me! I’m going to DIE!”
“Maybe not Dialga, but if you do, I’m taking your diamond. It’s so much better than this stupid pearl.”
Uncurling, and then turning to face Thunder, the pink and white Pokémon proclaimed,
“I am Palkia, and the blue wimp is Dialga. Now, what do you want? And make it quick, every Legendary Pokémon that’s been around you for to long has had a gruesome death, and we don’t want the same to happen to us.”
“Well,” Jack said, having uncurled from his ball, “We need to get to Mew…”
“Done!”
Tearing a portal through space open, Palkia flung the three friends through, snapping it shut immediately after they were gone.
“Phew, they’re gone. You can straiten out now Dialga.”
“Good. I thought that they’d never leave.”
“They may have left, but now I’m here.” A sinister, disembodied voice said.
At the sound of the voice both Palkia and Dialga jumped a foot into the air, crashing down with enough force to make the entirety of the Spear Pillar tremble.
Turning to the shadowy portal that had just appeared behind them, the deities yelled in unison at the Pokémon that had come out of it.
“Well, they’re gone and we’re not dead.” It said.
“That’s true Giratina, but I was touched and Palkia touched them. Their curse might still be around.”
“Oh stop it you ninny.” Palkia and Giratina said.
Meanwhile, deep under Spear Pillar…
“You’ll never get away with whatever it is you’re doing!” A sweating trainer said to a Rocket Grunt, “Go! Infernape!”
Then to himself, “Why am I wearing this stupid winter coat around all this lava? I must be an idiot.”
“On the contrary, we already have. Go! Weezing! Use Poison Gas and kill that stupid ape with your methane!” The Rocket ordered.
The trainer’s eye grew as large as quarters as the wall of gas shot towards the flames on the ape Pokémon. It was the last thing he saw.
Dialga wildly swung his head from side to side, and then asked, “Did you hear something?”
“No, I didn’t. Did you Giratina?”
“Maybe, but that might be Dialga’s paranoia rubbing off on me.”
“I’m telling you guy’s I heard something. If we die because you refused to even look, Palkia, I’m going to go back in time and kill you.”
“How would you manage to do that?” Palkia chuckled, “You’d be dead to.”
Dialga paused, trying to figure out a way to kill Palkia if he was dead as well, then he said,
“Maybe I should kill you now.”
“But then you might die because I’m not around to check.”
Trying to think of a way around this logic made Dialga’s brain hurt. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. Pretty soon, Palkia and Giratina could feel the heat coming off of the temporal deity’s head.
“Dialga, stop it. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Palkia quickly said, his eyes widening.
Thinking that Palkia just wanted him to stop finding a loophole, Dialga redoubled his effort.
He got another minute of thinking in before his brain exploded with a muffled thump.
Palkia and Giratina stared with unconcealed horror as brain fluid started dripping from the dead Pokémon’s nose and onto the stone floor.
“No!” Palkia cried, dropping to his knees. Sobbing, the special deity slammed his arms against the ground, unable to believe that his friend’s brain exploded.
Over and over he hit the ground, asking no one in particular why this happened.
The force of his thumping was so great that several of the huge stone pillars that populated the Spear Pillar fell, burying him in several tons of stone.
Giratina was scared at this point, the curse had struck again. Desperate to save his own life, he fled into the Distortion World, flying at a few hundred miles per hour. He passed over and under floating rocks, picking up a couple of passengers along the way.
Looking at his back, Giratina saw that a human with long blond hair and another with spiky blue hair had jumped onto him and were now holding on for their lives. When he saw their eyes get even bigger than they were now, Giratina wondered why. Looking forward again, his brain registered a floating stone platform directly ahead just before he crashed through it, breaking every bone in his and the human’s bodies.
Barely alive, Giratina fell onto another of the hundreds of platforms face up. The last thing felt were the humans falling into his throat and clogging his wind pipe forever.
When Thunder opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Jack and Spark, both curled up into tight balls on the ground. The next thing he saw was a giant pink Pokémon and a giant blue Pokémon, both following Jack and Spark’s example. Then, the blue one whispered something to the other.
“Oh CRUD Palkia, what are they doing here?”
“Shut up Dialga, maybe they’ll go away.”
The Pikachu was confused. Walking up the two giant, quivering ninnies, he poked the blue one, asking it what it was.
“Oh no, It touched me! I’m going to DIE!”
“Maybe not Dialga, but if you do, I’m taking your diamond. It’s so much better than this stupid pearl.”
Uncurling, and then turning to face Thunder, the pink and white Pokémon proclaimed,
“I am Palkia, and the blue wimp is Dialga. Now, what do you want? And make it quick, every Legendary Pokémon that’s been around you for to long has had a gruesome death, and we don’t want the same to happen to us.”
“Well,” Jack said, having uncurled from his ball, “We need to get to Mew…”
“Done!”
Tearing a portal through space open, Palkia flung the three friends through, snapping it shut immediately after they were gone.
“Phew, they’re gone. You can straiten out now Dialga.”
“Good. I thought that they’d never leave.”
“They may have left, but now I’m here.” A sinister, disembodied voice said.
At the sound of the voice both Palkia and Dialga jumped a foot into the air, crashing down with enough force to make the entirety of the Spear Pillar tremble.
Turning to the shadowy portal that had just appeared behind them, the deities yelled in unison at the Pokémon that had come out of it.
“Well, they’re gone and we’re not dead.” It said.
“That’s true Giratina, but I was touched and Palkia touched them. Their curse might still be around.”
“Oh stop it you ninny.” Palkia and Giratina said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, deep under Spear Pillar…
“You’ll never get away with whatever it is you’re doing!” A sweating trainer said to a Rocket Grunt, “Go! Infernape!”
Then to himself, “Why am I wearing this stupid winter coat around all this lava? I must be an idiot.”
“On the contrary, we already have. Go! Weezing! Use Poison Gas and kill that stupid ape with your methane!” The Rocket ordered.
The trainer’s eye grew as large as quarters as the wall of gas shot towards the flames on the ape Pokémon. It was the last thing he saw.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dialga wildly swung his head from side to side, and then asked, “Did you hear something?”
“No, I didn’t. Did you Giratina?”
“Maybe, but that might be Dialga’s paranoia rubbing off on me.”
“I’m telling you guy’s I heard something. If we die because you refused to even look, Palkia, I’m going to go back in time and kill you.”
“How would you manage to do that?” Palkia chuckled, “You’d be dead to.”
Dialga paused, trying to figure out a way to kill Palkia if he was dead as well, then he said,
“Maybe I should kill you now.”
“But then you might die because I’m not around to check.”
Trying to think of a way around this logic made Dialga’s brain hurt. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. Pretty soon, Palkia and Giratina could feel the heat coming off of the temporal deity’s head.
“Dialga, stop it. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Palkia quickly said, his eyes widening.
Thinking that Palkia just wanted him to stop finding a loophole, Dialga redoubled his effort.
He got another minute of thinking in before his brain exploded with a muffled thump.
Palkia and Giratina stared with unconcealed horror as brain fluid started dripping from the dead Pokémon’s nose and onto the stone floor.
“No!” Palkia cried, dropping to his knees. Sobbing, the special deity slammed his arms against the ground, unable to believe that his friend’s brain exploded.
Over and over he hit the ground, asking no one in particular why this happened.
The force of his thumping was so great that several of the huge stone pillars that populated the Spear Pillar fell, burying him in several tons of stone.
Giratina was scared at this point, the curse had struck again. Desperate to save his own life, he fled into the Distortion World, flying at a few hundred miles per hour. He passed over and under floating rocks, picking up a couple of passengers along the way.
Looking at his back, Giratina saw that a human with long blond hair and another with spiky blue hair had jumped onto him and were now holding on for their lives. When he saw their eyes get even bigger than they were now, Giratina wondered why. Looking forward again, his brain registered a floating stone platform directly ahead just before he crashed through it, breaking every bone in his and the human’s bodies.
Barely alive, Giratina fell onto another of the hundreds of platforms face up. The last thing felt were the humans falling into his throat and clogging his wind pipe forever.
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Lucario EX
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Ehhh, I don't like the way you're writing the legendaries, but that's just me. You might want to make them a little more... dignified, though.
Pikamaster
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^But the point is everyone would THINK that they're these majestic, dignified pokemon. But what if they weren't? What if Groudon slept with a security blanket? What if Darkrai has a teddy bear? Anyway, the Dogs were Majestic, right to the point of death.=P
meditite rox
New Member
No... Darkrai has a nightlight.
afstandopleren
New Member
I agree with Pikamaster. Besides, it's his fanfic and his choice to murder them, make fun of them until they wet their pants and have them go through more nasty things then we can count on our fingers.
Pikamaster
Active Member
Well, after 23 days I'm finally working on part two. Expect it sometime in June.
Pikamaster
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"Expect it sometime in June." >_< Stupid Nats...
Well, after almost a year, this Fan fic is finally drawing to a close. I've already planned out everything in my head, I only need to transfer it to paper, then type it up on the computer. Until then.
Well, after almost a year, this Fan fic is finally drawing to a close. I've already planned out everything in my head, I only need to transfer it to paper, then type it up on the computer. Until then.
Pikamaster
Active Member
Ok, this is taking longer than I thought to type this up, so I'll give you part of what I do have. R&R please, since I'm still typing it I can make changes. (Whoever can tell me how to indent on Pokegym, I'd really appreciate it. I don't know how I can indent just one word...)
Chapter 12 Part 2
After Palkia had mercilessly thrown them through the hole in space, Thunder, Jack and Spark had tumbled and slid a couple of feet before sprawling out onto a leafy forest floor with their new injuries.
“I just don’t get it,” Jack said while picking himself up from the ground. “I was hit by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity just three days ago, but I’m perfectly fine now. No burns, no paralysis, nothing, like it never happened.”
That prompted Spark to say: “And I got a concussion a few minutes after that,” Breaking off, the Raichu started twitching, his tail slicing the air behind him, but he quickly recovered. “And there’s nothing wrong with me.” He concluded, oblivious to his momentary lapse.
“Well,” Jack said, slowly edging away from Spark. “Let’s find Mew, eh?”
“Wait, what’s that?” Thunder asked, pointing to a small, colorful disc at Jack’s feet.
Jack picked it up and examined it, at a loss until he found a small tag tied through a hole in the disc’s center.
“According to this tag,” He said, his eyes growing bigger as he continued to read, “That Technical Machines just got a lot more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, if this paper is right.”
“Get on with it!” Thunder exclaimed, his tail twitching impatiently.
“Ok, I won’t dramatize the most important moment ever.” The human said, hands on his hips. “This is the new Wonder TM, it instantly teaches any Pokémon every move it could ever be capable of learning, whether the move is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, one that can’t normally be learned by almost every Pokémon.”
“Let me see that!” Thunder said, grabbing for the TM, inadvertently switching it on at the same time. Three painful seconds later his entire body felt like it was on the verge of exploding.
“Well,” the dazed Pikachu said to Jack and Spark. “I think that it worked, and it came with a free Icicle Plate too.”
Spark, annoyed that he didn’t partake in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to get them all moving.
“Guys,” he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. “I’m getting that feeling again, but it’s different this time. If we stand here too long, a Groudon will step on us, ending our story right now.”
“Groudon?” Jack asked skeptically. “Why would a Groudon be in the middle of this stupid jungle? And why did you use the word ‘Story’? Wouldn’t ‘Life’ be easier?”
“I don’t know why Groudon would be here, or why I used that word, but can we just move before it happens?”
And this time, Thunder and Jack heeded Spark’s request, running off into the trees, never to know that just a few seconds later, Mew showed up, sighing in exasperation at the Raichu’s idiocy.
* * *
The Rain Forest of Guyana is more than sixty-two thousand two hundred and fifty square acres in size, trees filling the valleys and covering the mountains with a soft green blanket. Rivers wind through like winding blue snakes, creating waterfalls and swamps to support the huge variety of wildlife that make the tree’s their home. The temperature wasn’t above eighty, but the humidity was, making the area under the leafy canopy muggy, and much less pleasant than it could have been. Low growing shrubs and bushes make travel extremely difficult for those who try to penetrate Guyana’s depths unprepared, forcing those who can’t readily push by it to crawl on the root riddled dirt, through mud when close enough to one of the many swamps.
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only the bad things processed through to their brains, transforming what could be a halfway pleasant hike to a long, sweaty, hungry ordeal.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Spark asked after half and hour of trudging through the forest. “This is just great, I’m tired and hungry, and on top of that, we’re lost.”
“Oh shut up Spark,” Jack snapped. “You were the one who was so impatient to get going. At least you can walk under these stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why don’t you shut up and save your energy for walking?”
Spark was about to open his mouth again, but saw the look Jack gave him and thought better of it, settling for silent fuming.
And the silence continued for another ten minutes, the only sounds were those of the three companions pushing through the undergrowth, and those of wild animals, running from the strange creatures who were invading their homes.
“What’s that?” Thunder suddenly asked, stopping the other two so they could see.
“That Thunder,” Jack replied, his tone patronizing. “The thing that you’re pointing to right now is what most people call a boulder. They’re like pebbles, only bigger.”
Turning to Spark, Jack did a dramatic eye roll and smacked his face with his palm, as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question that he just answered. The Raichu replied by pointing his paw at the side of his head, and then turned it counter clockwise, making a bird noise while doing so.
“No Jack, not the boulder, the pink stuff on the boulder, please try not to let your true stupidity show.”
“Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the boulder? We’re saved!” Spark exclaimed.
Running over to the giant grey rock, Spark leapt up onto it and started to lick the jelly.
“Spark, wait! That can’t be jelly, where did it come from?” Jack said.
“I don’t care where it came from, but this tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me.”
Jack hesitated for a second or two, and then yielded to temptation and hunger, ignoring his better judgment. Crashing through the plants in his way, the human skidded to a stop next to Spark, picked a fresh spot and began to lick the jelly.
Then the jelly quivered and spoke.
“Get off of me you idiots!”
It rose into a glove like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line the slashed through the pink was the mouth.
“I do NOT appreciate being woken up by two morons licking me because I am not jelly, I’m a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what’re yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?”
“Jiminy?” Jack asked. “You mean like the singing cricket? I’m Jack by the way.”
“No, JIMMY! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And don’t answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people.”
“And why are you here, luring idiots in close with your body Jimmy?” Thunder asked, jumping up onto the rock with Spark.
“Ah, Tweedledumber joins us.” The Ditto said, his voice filled with irritation. “Don’t tell me your name now, just wait. You and Tweedledumb can tell me your names once I start taking you to Mew.”
* * *
“We’re here.” Jimmy announced after another four hours of torture, sliding into a large clearing.
“Finally,” Jack moaned, stumbling and scraping his palms on the leafy forest floor.
“I thought you said it was close!” Spark said, closely following Jack.
Jimmy turned around, a sneer formed on his face, but Ditto’s weren’t built to sneer, so it just made everyone who could see it want to laugh.
“I did, and we were,” He said, glaring at the snickering Pokémon. “But after you two woke me up by licking me, I decided to take you on the scenic route to get here, didn’t you enjoy cooling down in that river?”
“Great job you guys,” Thunder yelled, hopping over a large root. “You made this stupid Ditto waste time, and time is running out. Now, where is Mew?”
Jimmy blinked in surprise, amazed at the amount of ferocity that question was asked with, surely three hours wouldn’t make any difference.
When the pink blob didn’t answer right away, Thunder leapt forward, attempting to strangle the unfortunate Pokémon.
He really tried to kill him, but strangling someone only works when you can grab them. But when Thunder tried to grab Jimmy, his paws went right through the Ditto’s body with only the slightest amount resistance, it was like trying to grab water, except water doesn’t squish.
Jimmy and Thunder both looked down at Thunder’s paws, then the latter recoiled back a few steps, tripping over the same root he had jumped over before.
A now somewhat sheepish Thunder looked up at Jimmy from his place on the ground and asked where Mew was again in a calmer, but no less hurried, voice.
“She went out to get you or something,” Jimmy answered, his voice cold enough to freeze water. “So just wait.”
With an impatient sigh, the Pikachu picked himself up and looked around the clearing where he would be waiting and let out a little gasp.
The area wasn’t all that big, roughly the shape of a circle with roots riddling the ground. A gigantic Oak tree was in the center, its trunk was thicker than a Gyarados and its branches stretched towards the sky, tinting the small amount of light that squeaked through its leaves a green tint. From the Oak, it was about twelve feet to any point where tree’s started growing again, a small cliff dropped down to a long overgrown crater on one side. Gazing past the crater, Thunder saw a small grassy hill, a boulder blocking a possible entrance on the side nearest to the clearing. Then, noticing that Jimmy was talking again, Thunder turned his attention to the Ditto.
“…And she said to introduce you to Kenton if we got back before her.”
“What’s a Kenton?” Jack asked.
Jimmy pointed to a truly hideous creature that was leaning against the oak, apparently sleeping. “That is Kenton.”
Kenton was a freak, even among Pokémon. His body was tall and dragon like, a thick tail protruded behind him from between his legs and a shark like dorsal fin on his back. His arms were long and thin, ending in claws with two short spines on them. His legs were like small stumps, with spines like the ones on his arms on them, a three clawed foot on the bottom of both legs. His head was different from the rest of his body, a weird bird thing with a small crest just above the eyes. If this wasn’t enough to make him an instant outcast, Kenton was ten feet tall, and pure white. The only thing noteworthy thing that wasn’t bad about this mistake of nature was that he radiated power, almost making him an impressive figure. Almost.
“What is it?” Jack asked, his curiosity overpowering his repulsion.
“Disgusting,” Spark replied, his loudness drowning out the Ditto’s tiny voice.
“That’s true,” Jimmy said venomously, his poison directed at a certain orange rodent. “But if you mean other than disgusting, Kenton is a Togechomp, and a real jerk too. We have to pretend to like him, but we chant ‘Kenton sucks!’ behind his back.”
Jimmy’s voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper after stating Kenton’s species, making the three listeners to lean close to the Ditto.
Following Jimmy’s example, Thunder asked in a whisper, “Why do you have to pretend to like him, he doesn’t look to strong.”
“It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss.” Jimmy sighed, then he addressed Thunder’s question. “Kenton has a unique ability, there is no way to copy it other than to use Transform to be Kenton. This ability, he calls it Rainbow Scale, allows him to temporarily add an additional Type to his already existing four, last time he added a Type to himself, it was Grass.”
“So what types is he now?”
Jimmy paused in thought, mentally adding up the different Types the Togechomp was.
“Let’s see,” He said. “Kenton is naturally Dragon, Ground, Flying and Normal Types. So if he’s still Grass, that makes him a Dragon, Ground, Flying, Normal, Grass Type, what could that possibly be weak to?”
Jack opened his mouth, possibly to say what Type Kenton was weak to, when the Togechomp noticed the new arrivals and stomped over.
Chapter 12 Part 2
“I just don’t get it,” Jack said while picking himself up from the ground. “I was hit by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity just three days ago, but I’m perfectly fine now. No burns, no paralysis, nothing, like it never happened.”
That prompted Spark to say: “And I got a concussion a few minutes after that,” Breaking off, the Raichu started twitching, his tail slicing the air behind him, but he quickly recovered. “And there’s nothing wrong with me.” He concluded, oblivious to his momentary lapse.
“Well,” Jack said, slowly edging away from Spark. “Let’s find Mew, eh?”
“Wait, what’s that?” Thunder asked, pointing to a small, colorful disc at Jack’s feet.
Jack picked it up and examined it, at a loss until he found a small tag tied through a hole in the disc’s center.
“According to this tag,” He said, his eyes growing bigger as he continued to read, “That Technical Machines just got a lot more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, if this paper is right.”
“Get on with it!” Thunder exclaimed, his tail twitching impatiently.
“Ok, I won’t dramatize the most important moment ever.” The human said, hands on his hips. “This is the new Wonder TM, it instantly teaches any Pokémon every move it could ever be capable of learning, whether the move is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, one that can’t normally be learned by almost every Pokémon.”
“Let me see that!” Thunder said, grabbing for the TM, inadvertently switching it on at the same time. Three painful seconds later his entire body felt like it was on the verge of exploding.
“Well,” the dazed Pikachu said to Jack and Spark. “I think that it worked, and it came with a free Icicle Plate too.”
Spark, annoyed that he didn’t partake in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to get them all moving.
“Guys,” he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. “I’m getting that feeling again, but it’s different this time. If we stand here too long, a Groudon will step on us, ending our story right now.”
“Groudon?” Jack asked skeptically. “Why would a Groudon be in the middle of this stupid jungle? And why did you use the word ‘Story’? Wouldn’t ‘Life’ be easier?”
“I don’t know why Groudon would be here, or why I used that word, but can we just move before it happens?”
And this time, Thunder and Jack heeded Spark’s request, running off into the trees, never to know that just a few seconds later, Mew showed up, sighing in exasperation at the Raichu’s idiocy.
* * *
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only the bad things processed through to their brains, transforming what could be a halfway pleasant hike to a long, sweaty, hungry ordeal.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Spark asked after half and hour of trudging through the forest. “This is just great, I’m tired and hungry, and on top of that, we’re lost.”
“Oh shut up Spark,” Jack snapped. “You were the one who was so impatient to get going. At least you can walk under these stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why don’t you shut up and save your energy for walking?”
Spark was about to open his mouth again, but saw the look Jack gave him and thought better of it, settling for silent fuming.
And the silence continued for another ten minutes, the only sounds were those of the three companions pushing through the undergrowth, and those of wild animals, running from the strange creatures who were invading their homes.
“What’s that?” Thunder suddenly asked, stopping the other two so they could see.
“That Thunder,” Jack replied, his tone patronizing. “The thing that you’re pointing to right now is what most people call a boulder. They’re like pebbles, only bigger.”
Turning to Spark, Jack did a dramatic eye roll and smacked his face with his palm, as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question that he just answered. The Raichu replied by pointing his paw at the side of his head, and then turned it counter clockwise, making a bird noise while doing so.
“No Jack, not the boulder, the pink stuff on the boulder, please try not to let your true stupidity show.”
“Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the boulder? We’re saved!” Spark exclaimed.
Running over to the giant grey rock, Spark leapt up onto it and started to lick the jelly.
“Spark, wait! That can’t be jelly, where did it come from?” Jack said.
“I don’t care where it came from, but this tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me.”
Jack hesitated for a second or two, and then yielded to temptation and hunger, ignoring his better judgment. Crashing through the plants in his way, the human skidded to a stop next to Spark, picked a fresh spot and began to lick the jelly.
Then the jelly quivered and spoke.
“Get off of me you idiots!”
It rose into a glove like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line the slashed through the pink was the mouth.
“I do NOT appreciate being woken up by two morons licking me because I am not jelly, I’m a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what’re yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?”
“Jiminy?” Jack asked. “You mean like the singing cricket? I’m Jack by the way.”
“No, JIMMY! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And don’t answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people.”
“And why are you here, luring idiots in close with your body Jimmy?” Thunder asked, jumping up onto the rock with Spark.
“Ah, Tweedledumber joins us.” The Ditto said, his voice filled with irritation. “Don’t tell me your name now, just wait. You and Tweedledumb can tell me your names once I start taking you to Mew.”
* * *
“We’re here.” Jimmy announced after another four hours of torture, sliding into a large clearing.
“Finally,” Jack moaned, stumbling and scraping his palms on the leafy forest floor.
“I thought you said it was close!” Spark said, closely following Jack.
Jimmy turned around, a sneer formed on his face, but Ditto’s weren’t built to sneer, so it just made everyone who could see it want to laugh.
“I did, and we were,” He said, glaring at the snickering Pokémon. “But after you two woke me up by licking me, I decided to take you on the scenic route to get here, didn’t you enjoy cooling down in that river?”
“Great job you guys,” Thunder yelled, hopping over a large root. “You made this stupid Ditto waste time, and time is running out. Now, where is Mew?”
Jimmy blinked in surprise, amazed at the amount of ferocity that question was asked with, surely three hours wouldn’t make any difference.
When the pink blob didn’t answer right away, Thunder leapt forward, attempting to strangle the unfortunate Pokémon.
He really tried to kill him, but strangling someone only works when you can grab them. But when Thunder tried to grab Jimmy, his paws went right through the Ditto’s body with only the slightest amount resistance, it was like trying to grab water, except water doesn’t squish.
Jimmy and Thunder both looked down at Thunder’s paws, then the latter recoiled back a few steps, tripping over the same root he had jumped over before.
A now somewhat sheepish Thunder looked up at Jimmy from his place on the ground and asked where Mew was again in a calmer, but no less hurried, voice.
“She went out to get you or something,” Jimmy answered, his voice cold enough to freeze water. “So just wait.”
With an impatient sigh, the Pikachu picked himself up and looked around the clearing where he would be waiting and let out a little gasp.
The area wasn’t all that big, roughly the shape of a circle with roots riddling the ground. A gigantic Oak tree was in the center, its trunk was thicker than a Gyarados and its branches stretched towards the sky, tinting the small amount of light that squeaked through its leaves a green tint. From the Oak, it was about twelve feet to any point where tree’s started growing again, a small cliff dropped down to a long overgrown crater on one side. Gazing past the crater, Thunder saw a small grassy hill, a boulder blocking a possible entrance on the side nearest to the clearing. Then, noticing that Jimmy was talking again, Thunder turned his attention to the Ditto.
“…And she said to introduce you to Kenton if we got back before her.”
“What’s a Kenton?” Jack asked.
Jimmy pointed to a truly hideous creature that was leaning against the oak, apparently sleeping. “That is Kenton.”
Kenton was a freak, even among Pokémon. His body was tall and dragon like, a thick tail protruded behind him from between his legs and a shark like dorsal fin on his back. His arms were long and thin, ending in claws with two short spines on them. His legs were like small stumps, with spines like the ones on his arms on them, a three clawed foot on the bottom of both legs. His head was different from the rest of his body, a weird bird thing with a small crest just above the eyes. If this wasn’t enough to make him an instant outcast, Kenton was ten feet tall, and pure white. The only thing noteworthy thing that wasn’t bad about this mistake of nature was that he radiated power, almost making him an impressive figure. Almost.
“What is it?” Jack asked, his curiosity overpowering his repulsion.
“Disgusting,” Spark replied, his loudness drowning out the Ditto’s tiny voice.
“That’s true,” Jimmy said venomously, his poison directed at a certain orange rodent. “But if you mean other than disgusting, Kenton is a Togechomp, and a real jerk too. We have to pretend to like him, but we chant ‘Kenton sucks!’ behind his back.”
Jimmy’s voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper after stating Kenton’s species, making the three listeners to lean close to the Ditto.
Following Jimmy’s example, Thunder asked in a whisper, “Why do you have to pretend to like him, he doesn’t look to strong.”
“It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss.” Jimmy sighed, then he addressed Thunder’s question. “Kenton has a unique ability, there is no way to copy it other than to use Transform to be Kenton. This ability, he calls it Rainbow Scale, allows him to temporarily add an additional Type to his already existing four, last time he added a Type to himself, it was Grass.”
“So what types is he now?”
Jimmy paused in thought, mentally adding up the different Types the Togechomp was.
“Let’s see,” He said. “Kenton is naturally Dragon, Ground, Flying and Normal Types. So if he’s still Grass, that makes him a Dragon, Ground, Flying, Normal, Grass Type, what could that possibly be weak to?”
Jack opened his mouth, possibly to say what Type Kenton was weak to, when the Togechomp noticed the new arrivals and stomped over.
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Pikamaster
Active Member
EDIT. Ya know guys, I ask you to R&R so I can also see who's still reading this...
Note, for pure entertainment purposes only.
This is what I got when I translated the just posted work into french, then back again. Read closely, I've had a good laugh over it. This is completely irrelevant to anything, so don't read if you don't want to, it won't affect the last part at all.
Chapter 12 Part 2
After Palkia was mercilessly thrown through the hole in space, Thunder, Spark and Jack had slipped and fallen a couple of feet before sprawling out on a hardwood forest floor with their fresh wounds.
"I do not understand," said Jack was collecting mud. "I was struck by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity there are only three days, but I am perfectly fine now. No burning, no paralysis, nothing like this had never happened. "
That prompted Spark to say: "And I had a concussion, a few minutes after that," Breaking off, the Raichu began twitching, his tail cut off the air behind him, but he recovered quickly. "And there is nothing wrong with me. " He concludes, indifferent to its moment of inattention.
"Well," said Jack, slowly edging Spark. "Let's find Mew, eh?
"Wait, what's that?" Thunder asked, pointing to a small colored disc at the feet of Jack.
Jack picked it up and examined, at a loss until he found a small label attached through a hole in the center of the disc.
"According to the tag," he said, his eyes grow as he continued to read, "that technical machines are now much more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, so this paper is right. "
"Go!" Thunder exclaimed, shaking his tail impatiently.
"Ok, I do not want to dramatize the most important moment ever." The man said, hands on hips. "This is the new Wonder TM, instantly she teaches all Pokémon every move he might never be able to learn if the movement is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, which normally can not be learned by almost all the Pokemon. "
"Let me see!" Thunder said, grabbing the MC inadvertently lit at the same time. Three seconds later his whole body pain felt like it was about to explode.
"Well," said the stunned Pikachu Jack and Spark. "I think it worked, and it came with a plate without Icicle too.
Spark, annoyed that he did not share in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to move all.
"Guys," he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. "I get that feeling again, but it's different this time. If we stay here too long, a Groudon is not about us, our story ends now. "
"Groudon? Jack asked skeptically." Why Groudon be in the middle of this jungle stupid and why did you use the word "history"? Would not "life" easier? "
"I do not know why Groudon would be there, or why I used that word, but can you pass just before it happens?"
And this time, Jack Thunder and heard calls Spark, running off into the trees, never to know that more than a few seconds later, Mew came up, sighing in exasperation at the idiocy Raichu's.
* * *
The rainforest of Guyana is more than sixty-two thousand and two hundred square hectares, trees fill the valleys and mountains covered with a blanket of soft green. Meandering rivers wind through like snakes blue, creating waterfalls and swamps to support the huge variety of wildlife that make the tree their home. The temperature does not exceed eighty, but the humidity was, making the area under the canopy of hardwoods and wetlands, and much less pleasant than it might have been. Small shrubs and bushes, making travel extremely difficult for those trying to penetrate the depths of Guyana by surprise, forcing those who can not easily push it to crawl on the ground riddled root in the mud when sufficiently close to one of many wetlands.
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only bad things processed through their brains, turning what could be a pleasant walk halfway a long sweat test hunger.
"We're lost, are we?" Spark asked after a half-hour walks in the forest. "This is just great, I'm tired and hungry, and besides that, we are lost. "
"Oh shut Spark," Jack snapped. "You were the one who was so eager to go. At least you can walk in those stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why do not you shut up and keep your energy for walking? "
Spark is about to open his mouth, but saw the look Jack gave him and changed his mind, settling for Silent fuming.
And the silence continues for ten minutes the only sounds are those of three companions pushing through the brush, and those of wildlife, ranging from strange creatures invading their home.
"What is it?" Thunder asked suddenly, stopping the other two so they can see.
"That the thunder," Jack replied, his tone patronizing. "The only thing that you point right now is what most people call a rock. They are like pebbles, bigger. "
Turning to Spark, Jack has made a dramatic eye roll and hit his face with his hand as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question he just answered. The Raichu responded by pointing his paw on the side of the head, then turned counterclockwise, making the sound of birds in the making.
"No Jack, not the rock, the pink stuff on the rocks, please try not to show his true stupidity.
"Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the rock? We're saved! Spark exclaimed.
Ran from the giant gray rock, Spark jumped on her and began to lick the jelly.
Spark, wait! This can be frozen, where did it come from? "Says Jack.
"I do not where it comes from, but it tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me."
Jack hesitated a second or two, then yielded to the temptation and hunger, knowing his best judgments. Crashed into the plant in its way, the man slid to a stop near Spark, chose a cool and began to lick the jelly.
Then frost shuddered and spoke.
"Let me tell you idiots!
He was raised in a glove, like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line slashed through the pink was the mouth.
"I do not appreciate being woken up by two morons licks me because I am not frozen, I'm a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what're yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?
"Jiminy?" Asked Jack. "You mean, like cricket chirps? I am Jack by the way."
"No, Jimmy! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And do not answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people. "
"And why you're here, luring idiots closely with your body, Jimmy?" Thunder asked, jumping on the rock with Spark.
"Ah, Tweedledumber joins us." The Ditto said, his voice full of irritation. "Do not tell me your name now, just wait. Tweedledumb You can tell me your names when I started and takes you into Mew."
Note, for pure entertainment purposes only.
This is what I got when I translated the just posted work into french, then back again. Read closely, I've had a good laugh over it. This is completely irrelevant to anything, so don't read if you don't want to, it won't affect the last part at all.
Chapter 12 Part 2
After Palkia was mercilessly thrown through the hole in space, Thunder, Spark and Jack had slipped and fallen a couple of feet before sprawling out on a hardwood forest floor with their fresh wounds.
"I do not understand," said Jack was collecting mud. "I was struck by what must have been a few thousand volts of electricity there are only three days, but I am perfectly fine now. No burning, no paralysis, nothing like this had never happened. "
That prompted Spark to say: "And I had a concussion, a few minutes after that," Breaking off, the Raichu began twitching, his tail cut off the air behind him, but he recovered quickly. "And there is nothing wrong with me. " He concludes, indifferent to its moment of inattention.
"Well," said Jack, slowly edging Spark. "Let's find Mew, eh?
"Wait, what's that?" Thunder asked, pointing to a small colored disc at the feet of Jack.
Jack picked it up and examined, at a loss until he found a small label attached through a hole in the center of the disc.
"According to the tag," he said, his eyes grow as he continued to read, "that technical machines are now much more advanced. This is something that will change history forever, so this paper is right. "
"Go!" Thunder exclaimed, shaking his tail impatiently.
"Ok, I do not want to dramatize the most important moment ever." The man said, hands on hips. "This is the new Wonder TM, instantly she teaches all Pokémon every move he might never be able to learn if the movement is normally learned through breeding, TM, naturally or Move Tutor, and it never breaks. It also teaches a special move, which normally can not be learned by almost all the Pokemon. "
"Let me see!" Thunder said, grabbing the MC inadvertently lit at the same time. Three seconds later his whole body pain felt like it was about to explode.
"Well," said the stunned Pikachu Jack and Spark. "I think it worked, and it came with a plate without Icicle too.
Spark, annoyed that he did not share in the long dialogue, quickly thought of a way to move all.
"Guys," he said in what he hoped was a panicked voice. "I get that feeling again, but it's different this time. If we stay here too long, a Groudon is not about us, our story ends now. "
"Groudon? Jack asked skeptically." Why Groudon be in the middle of this jungle stupid and why did you use the word "history"? Would not "life" easier? "
"I do not know why Groudon would be there, or why I used that word, but can you pass just before it happens?"
And this time, Jack Thunder and heard calls Spark, running off into the trees, never to know that more than a few seconds later, Mew came up, sighing in exasperation at the idiocy Raichu's.
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The rainforest of Guyana is more than sixty-two thousand and two hundred square hectares, trees fill the valleys and mountains covered with a blanket of soft green. Meandering rivers wind through like snakes blue, creating waterfalls and swamps to support the huge variety of wildlife that make the tree their home. The temperature does not exceed eighty, but the humidity was, making the area under the canopy of hardwoods and wetlands, and much less pleasant than it might have been. Small shrubs and bushes, making travel extremely difficult for those trying to penetrate the depths of Guyana by surprise, forcing those who can not easily push it to crawl on the ground riddled root in the mud when sufficiently close to one of many wetlands.
Most of this effect, however, was lost on the three companions, only bad things processed through their brains, turning what could be a pleasant walk halfway a long sweat test hunger.
"We're lost, are we?" Spark asked after a half-hour walks in the forest. "This is just great, I'm tired and hungry, and besides that, we are lost. "
"Oh shut Spark," Jack snapped. "You were the one who was so eager to go. At least you can walk in those stupid bushes, I have to crawl. Now, why do not you shut up and keep your energy for walking? "
Spark is about to open his mouth, but saw the look Jack gave him and changed his mind, settling for Silent fuming.
And the silence continues for ten minutes the only sounds are those of three companions pushing through the brush, and those of wildlife, ranging from strange creatures invading their home.
"What is it?" Thunder asked suddenly, stopping the other two so they can see.
"That the thunder," Jack replied, his tone patronizing. "The only thing that you point right now is what most people call a rock. They are like pebbles, bigger. "
Turning to Spark, Jack has made a dramatic eye roll and hit his face with his hand as if unable to believe the stupidity of the question he just answered. The Raichu responded by pointing his paw on the side of the head, then turned counterclockwise, making the sound of birds in the making.
"No Jack, not the rock, the pink stuff on the rocks, please try not to show his true stupidity.
"Wait, is that strawberry jelly on the rock? We're saved! Spark exclaimed.
Ran from the giant gray rock, Spark jumped on her and began to lick the jelly.
Spark, wait! This can be frozen, where did it come from? "Says Jack.
"I do not where it comes from, but it tastes just like fresh strawberries, come join me."
Jack hesitated a second or two, then yielded to the temptation and hunger, knowing his best judgments. Crashed into the plant in its way, the man slid to a stop near Spark, chose a cool and began to lick the jelly.
Then frost shuddered and spoke.
"Let me tell you idiots!
He was raised in a glove, like shape and a face appeared, two black dots for eyes and a straight black line slashed through the pink was the mouth.
"I do not appreciate being woken up by two morons licks me because I am not frozen, I'm a Ditto. My name is Jimmy, what're yours, Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?
"Jiminy?" Asked Jack. "You mean, like cricket chirps? I am Jack by the way."
"No, Jimmy! My name is Jimmy, not Jiminy. And do not answer rhetorical questions, it just annoys people. "
"And why you're here, luring idiots closely with your body, Jimmy?" Thunder asked, jumping on the rock with Spark.
"Ah, Tweedledumber joins us." The Ditto said, his voice full of irritation. "Do not tell me your name now, just wait. Tweedledumb You can tell me your names when I started and takes you into Mew."
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afstandopleren
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Great chapter! I ROFLD a lot.