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ten (text/action) ♊ this is the dance of the pokémon advance!

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 01:09:23 GMT

[Early on the morn of the seventeenth, this anonymous text message appears on the Network:]

PFC. Since I haven't heard anything about stopping the meeting in light of that rampage at the Department Store, it'll still be happening. Just be ready to move somewhere else if they tell us to; I'd say Route 35 would be a good place. So yeah, if you like Pokémon battling, come on up to the top of Goldenrod Depot in a few hours.

[And a few hours later, lurking on the rooftop of one Goldenrod Department Store is a kid with stupid glasses who seems more interested in his Pokégear than anything else. But that's really because people haven't showed up yet!! There's not a lot to suggest that there is even a thing still happening here, to be honest, no banners or anything. He... didn't really put in much effort to get snacks or anything, because there are vending machines right over there, and all the money people win can totally be used for food! ...And for the people who lose, they should have brought more money.]

[There's gonna be two subthreads below: mingling and battling. If two characters meet and want to duke it out, one of them should make a new thread under the battling comment, just to keep it neat.]

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eight (text) ♊ it's the battle frontier!

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 05:42:36 GMT

Hi boys and girls, it's Sollux again.

A while ago I threw up a post about some shit with battling and armbands, you know the one. Been mentioning a lot of shit about official rules and procedures for joining, what the fuck ever, and here they are.

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seven (text) ♊ if you're strong, you'll survive, and you'll keep your dream alive

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 22:03:10 GMT

Hello PokéGear network, this is your captain speaking.

At least I might as well be. This is Sollux Captor, aka the guy who may as well have repaired every single damn Gear in the Johto-Kanto area, and I'm not here to talk about my shitty job. I'm here to talk about why I'm not using hideous mustard-yellow text: it's because i'm about to spill a textdump and, for the first time in my life, mind, I'm using the normal font for your convenience.

It's recently come to my attention that all of you suck, suck, suck at battling.

Not at the technique or the power, no. I'm sure there are plenty of people who are great at that. But for every Trainer who isn't aiming to be the top of the Pokémon League, and are just doing this for whatever reason, let me ask you something: the only Pokémon you've fought with in the past month have been wild ones, right? To train your Pokémon? If you're like most people, I'm right. We have here a world inhabited by creatures of immense magical and physical power, and we're not even using any of them... even though we make them fight the local wildlife critters as though we are. Doesn't that strike you as a little bit retarded?

So for this reason, I've had some nice chats with some friends of mine for this idea I got the other day.

It's called the Pokémon Fight Club. That is exactly what it is.

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one (video) ♊ go on ahead; will you ever make it back?

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 00:37:52 GMT

[The feed clicks on to show a very angry black-haired boy, his background a striking contrast of gently shuffling leaves; it's obvious by the scenery that this kid hasn't gotten much farther than New Bark, and one might even be able to catch a glance of houses in the distance. Slightly visible off-screen is the limb of some kind of small brown Pokémon, spinning around rhythmically and humming its name in a low drone: Bal-toy. Bal-toy. Bal-toy. It seems this unfortunate tendency has put the newbie Trainer in something of a... mood. He turns around and swats the thing lightly with one hand, the other still holding onto his PokéGear.]

Will you shut up? I already have this music playing, I don't need you too.

[The Baltoy squeaks in surprise, but obliges, spinning silently now. The boy sighs deeply and returns his attention to the PokéGear. He commences speaking to the microphone now; several of his teeth are visibly pointed and oversized, to the degree where they give him a noticeable lisp. He's also wearing glasses with red and blue lenses -- making him immediately identifiable if you knew him in a past life.]

Okay, I don't know what kind of terrible fucking joke this is supposed to be, but I am really not in the mood for it. So congratulations, ED. You've actually managed to throw your shitty magic at things enough to do something of moderate skill and importance. Good job.

Now get me the fuck out!

[Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.]

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