A wave of panic coursed through Derrick's body as he wildly looked around him. This was definitely Cerulean City. But how in the world could he have gotten here? He pinched the exposed skin of his arm, hoping he was just asleep, and that this was just a dream. His skin responded with a sharp pang in his nerves. He held his head in his hands, sidling up against the Pokemon Gym and sliding down its wall till he was sitting, trying to stifle rising nausea and to make any sense of what was happening right now.
Suddenly sound pierced the deadly silence that he had been currently experiencing - a careening of chip sounds. He recognized that awful cluster of noises.
Pidgeotto used Gust! filled his mind abruptly. Derrick felt his nausea lurch up his throat for a moment, so he focused on the gritty sounds that continued to calm himself once more. Taking a deep breath and standing, he gingerly made his way to the outskirts of the city, trying to follow the sound.
Pidgeotto fainted! Go, Charmeleon!
These thoughts kept appearing in his head, almost as though he were saying them - but the thoughts were heavy, pounding into his mind without warning, as though someone were speaking them into his subconscious. He massaged his temples gently, inching north of town to where the Nugget Bridge was supposed to be located.
Charmeleon used Ember! Critical hit!
The closer he got to the bridge, the louder the sounds became, and the heavier these battle-related thoughts pressed into his mind.
Enemy Rattata fainted! Charmeleon gained 183 EXP. points!
Blue sent out Squirtle!
"Wait, Blue...!?" he said aloud in bewilderment. "My mind must be intent on the battle with Blue here..."
As Derrick began to see the bridge jutting from the edge of town, he saw something else. There were two more townsfolk, standing perfectly still. What caught his eye, though, was the two forms taking up the space between the townsfolk. A Charmeleon and a Squirtle. Derrick's jaw nearly dropped as he ignored his still-sensitive nausea and raced toward the battle taking place. He was finally able to make out rival Blue as he watched from a close distance, commanding his Squirtle to attack...Red's Charmeleon!
No way...!! he thought, gradually allowing his lips to stretch into a fanboy's smile as he watched the battle between Blue and Red. As still as the trainers remained, the battle was like a dance; he stood there, admiring how each of the Pokemon pounced at each other or hopped out of the way from an attack. He had always dreamed of watching a real Pokemon battle aside from what he saw on television as a kid, and now his dreams had come true! Before he knew it, Red had triumphed over his rival, and soon Blue was statically making his way toward the heart of Cerulean City. For a while, Red didn't move, but unlike the other people he had thus far come across in the city, Red seemed to pulse with life, still or moving. Sheepishly, Derrick crept his way up to Red and cleared his throat.
"Um...excuse me, but can you hear me? Nobody else here can..." Red shifted a perfect 90 degrees and faced him, a sort of mellow look on his face. It took every ounce of control for Derrick to keep a straight face and not tackle Red to the ground out of excitement. "I...I know who you are, but you don't know me...my name's--"
Derrick.
Derrick nearly jumped as the thought pounded into his head out of nowhere. He rubbed his skull and looked up apologetically at the trainer, until he saw a thin smile etched across his face. His eyes widened, and he prepared himself to speak.
Yes, I did that...
Derrick formed an huge, uncontrollable grin as he wordlessly pointed to the 3 Pokeballs connected to Red's belt.
"S-So...that wasn't me thinking that battle...it was you?" Red nodded silently, suddenly turning on his heels and heading to the bridge. Derrick froze, watching the trainer make distance between them, wondering why he had broken their conversation off so quickly. Did I act weirdly or something? Did I freak him out? Oh man...I didn't mean to. I just--" Suddenly, Red stopped, and faced Derrick once again.
Come with me. I'm on a journey to become a Pokemon master.
A Gamer Chick's Life in College (and Fangirlism)
26 February 2012
07 February 2012
Chapter 2 - Cartridge
“Did your package come in the mail, sweetie?” Derrick heard his mother call from the kitchen as he and Scott entered through the front door. He weighed the small envelope in his hand as it was mentioned, and joined his mother in the kitchen.
“Yeah, it did.” Placing himself next to his friend in one of the in-kitchen dining room chairs, he gingerly tore the tape and wrappings from the package, slipping a hand inside and pulling out its contents: a thank you post-it note from the seller, and the game itself. He turned it over in his hands, examining it, listening to the sound of Scott munching away at the remnants of his sandwich all the while. Something felt off.
“Scott, do you see anything different about this cartridge?” he asked, handing the little red square over to him. Scott took the cartridge and looked it over with little care, giving a shrug afterward.
“Looks like a regular Pokemon game to me.”
“No, seriously. Hang on.” Derrick stood from the table, leaving the cartridge with Scott, and headed upstairs to his room. On his bedside table was an Game Boy Color, with a similar red cartridge poking from its depths. Pulling the game from the slot and making his way back downstairs, he picked the second red cartridge up and placed the two side-by-side in his palm - two Pokemon games, Red Version, in decent condition. But one of the cartridges was different. It looked altered. The two Charizards on the cartridge stickers stared at him. One was shifted, with a see-through plastic design. He could almost see the microchips through the sticker of the one he had just gotten in the mail.
“Hey, Derrick, I’mma head home,” Scott interrupted his reverie, crumpling his sandwich wrapper in his hands and disposing of it in the trash. “Thanks for joining me for lunch. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, see you…” he replied almost absently, waving to his friend as he exited through the front door. After examining the two cartridges moments longer, he trod back upstairs to his room, suddenly eager to start playing his new Pokemon Fire game. He entered his room, flipped is lights on, and let his eyes swivel to where he last left his GBC.
It wasn’t there.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked behind his bedside table. Not there. He checked beneath it, under his bed, on top of his bed. Not there, either.
Weird, he thought to himself, but he was still eager to begin playing. A thought came to him. Turning to the foot of his bed, he found his backpack, to which he unzipped the middlemost zipper and pulled from it a Game Boy SP.
“Hah,” he chuckled, hopping onto his bed, sliding the new cartridge inside and flipping the handheld into life. The Game Boy jingle rang from the contraption’s speakers, the green light of battery shone on the side of it, but the backlight he was used to in the handheld didn’t flip on. “Must be a flawed copy…”
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A soft buzz met Derrick’s ears moments before the passed in front of a surprise trainer in the game, watching the little character walk up to him and demand a Pokemon battle. He let the 8-bit battle music engage and turned his eyes to the surface of his bed, where his phone’s backlight was on. He had a message. Balancing his SP in his right hand and picking up the cell with his left, he read over his new text message.
He input a command for his Charmeleon to attack and turned to his phone to answer.
Balancing the phone on his knee to await another reply from Scott, he finished the battle, and smiled. His journey thus far had gained him his first badge from Pewter City by defeating Brock, and he was now mere footsteps from the end of Mt. Moon. Plowing his way through wild Pokemon (or rather, running from them), he finally saw the small hole of light in the cave that was the exit. He found himself on Route 4, when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate again. He picked it up.
Instead of answering, he stuffed the phone in his pocket shifted his attention back to his SP as he was beginning to cross the threshold of Route 4 to Cerulean City. He pulled his menu screen up again to save his game, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes as he waited.
These clothes should be fine. I should let mom know where I’m going, though…ugh…why am I suddenly so sleepy? He rubbed his eyes, trying to blink the desire to doze off from his eyes. Did I really stay up that late last night? He let his arms drop to the bed, resting his eyes for just a moment before he got ready to go. Before he knew it, though, he had dropped beneath the line of consciousness, and was asleep.
Suddenly he jerked awake, nearly falling over as he realized he was standing. He patted his face, feeling the sleep begin to subside, and looked around him. His eyes met a vast landscape of grey, a few simple-looking houses dotting the place to make that landscape a civilization. He had the absolute oddest feeling that he recognized it. He rubbed his eyes again and walked toward the buildings, in a daze of where he was. He saw a ravine to his left with a little island a nice swim across its wake, a little man standing in front of the opening of a cave. It was also familiar. Still, he walked on, until he came across a man standing alone in the streets.
“Um, excuse me, sir?” he called to him, walking up to him gingerly. “Could you please tell me where this is?” He didn’t respond. In fact, Derrick felt as though the man didn’t even realize he was there. He stood perfectly still for a few more moments, before turning on his heels and walking two or three paces forward, before resuming his previous stillness. Derrick’s jaw dropped.
“No…” he muttered in bewilderment, rushing past the still man, deeper into the small buildings. He suddenly knew where he was. He continued beyond other people who maintained the same position as the man, and finally came to a stop at a bigger building, one that read ‘Gym.’
“I’m in Cerulean City…!”
“Yeah, it did.” Placing himself next to his friend in one of the in-kitchen dining room chairs, he gingerly tore the tape and wrappings from the package, slipping a hand inside and pulling out its contents: a thank you post-it note from the seller, and the game itself. He turned it over in his hands, examining it, listening to the sound of Scott munching away at the remnants of his sandwich all the while. Something felt off.
“Scott, do you see anything different about this cartridge?” he asked, handing the little red square over to him. Scott took the cartridge and looked it over with little care, giving a shrug afterward.
“Looks like a regular Pokemon game to me.”
“No, seriously. Hang on.” Derrick stood from the table, leaving the cartridge with Scott, and headed upstairs to his room. On his bedside table was an Game Boy Color, with a similar red cartridge poking from its depths. Pulling the game from the slot and making his way back downstairs, he picked the second red cartridge up and placed the two side-by-side in his palm - two Pokemon games, Red Version, in decent condition. But one of the cartridges was different. It looked altered. The two Charizards on the cartridge stickers stared at him. One was shifted, with a see-through plastic design. He could almost see the microchips through the sticker of the one he had just gotten in the mail.
“Hey, Derrick, I’mma head home,” Scott interrupted his reverie, crumpling his sandwich wrapper in his hands and disposing of it in the trash. “Thanks for joining me for lunch. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, see you…” he replied almost absently, waving to his friend as he exited through the front door. After examining the two cartridges moments longer, he trod back upstairs to his room, suddenly eager to start playing his new Pokemon Fire game. He entered his room, flipped is lights on, and let his eyes swivel to where he last left his GBC.
It wasn’t there.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked behind his bedside table. Not there. He checked beneath it, under his bed, on top of his bed. Not there, either.
Weird, he thought to himself, but he was still eager to begin playing. A thought came to him. Turning to the foot of his bed, he found his backpack, to which he unzipped the middlemost zipper and pulled from it a Game Boy SP.
“Hah,” he chuckled, hopping onto his bed, sliding the new cartridge inside and flipping the handheld into life. The Game Boy jingle rang from the contraption’s speakers, the green light of battery shone on the side of it, but the backlight he was used to in the handheld didn’t flip on. “Must be a flawed copy…”
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A soft buzz met Derrick’s ears moments before the passed in front of a surprise trainer in the game, watching the little character walk up to him and demand a Pokemon battle. He let the 8-bit battle music engage and turned his eyes to the surface of his bed, where his phone’s backlight was on. He had a message. Balancing his SP in his right hand and picking up the cell with his left, he read over his new text message.
SCOTT
HEY WANNA HANG OUT?
He input a command for his Charmeleon to attack and turned to his phone to answer.
SURE YOUR CAR OR MINE?
Balancing the phone on his knee to await another reply from Scott, he finished the battle, and smiled. His journey thus far had gained him his first badge from Pewter City by defeating Brock, and he was now mere footsteps from the end of Mt. Moon. Plowing his way through wild Pokemon (or rather, running from them), he finally saw the small hole of light in the cave that was the exit. He found himself on Route 4, when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate again. He picked it up.
SCOTT
MINE. GIMME 15 MIN AND ILL BE AT UR HOUSE.
Instead of answering, he stuffed the phone in his pocket shifted his attention back to his SP as he was beginning to cross the threshold of Route 4 to Cerulean City. He pulled his menu screen up again to save his game, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes as he waited.
These clothes should be fine. I should let mom know where I’m going, though…ugh…why am I suddenly so sleepy? He rubbed his eyes, trying to blink the desire to doze off from his eyes. Did I really stay up that late last night? He let his arms drop to the bed, resting his eyes for just a moment before he got ready to go. Before he knew it, though, he had dropped beneath the line of consciousness, and was asleep.
Suddenly he jerked awake, nearly falling over as he realized he was standing. He patted his face, feeling the sleep begin to subside, and looked around him. His eyes met a vast landscape of grey, a few simple-looking houses dotting the place to make that landscape a civilization. He had the absolute oddest feeling that he recognized it. He rubbed his eyes again and walked toward the buildings, in a daze of where he was. He saw a ravine to his left with a little island a nice swim across its wake, a little man standing in front of the opening of a cave. It was also familiar. Still, he walked on, until he came across a man standing alone in the streets.
“Um, excuse me, sir?” he called to him, walking up to him gingerly. “Could you please tell me where this is?” He didn’t respond. In fact, Derrick felt as though the man didn’t even realize he was there. He stood perfectly still for a few more moments, before turning on his heels and walking two or three paces forward, before resuming his previous stillness. Derrick’s jaw dropped.
“No…” he muttered in bewilderment, rushing past the still man, deeper into the small buildings. He suddenly knew where he was. He continued beyond other people who maintained the same position as the man, and finally came to a stop at a bigger building, one that read ‘Gym.’
“I’m in Cerulean City…!”
24 January 2012
Chapter One - Package
“Derrick…Derrick, you left your phone downstairs. Come answer it!”
Scraggly tufts of hair began to reluctantly emerge from beneath the comforter on the bed, mildly irritated grumbling following soon after. A brisk knock came from the opposite side of the room after the brief rhythm of feet pounding up stairs.
“Derrick! Did you hear me? One of your friends is on the phone downstairs...I’m not going to tolerate hearing them call three or four times. Get out of bed and go answer it!”
“Why couldn’t you have brought the phone upstairs to me, mom…?” droned the thoughts of the boy beneath that comforter. He fought with his subconscious for a moment, deciding that he would be continuously bothered until he got up and went downstairs to obey his mother’s orders. Two legs, imprints covering the skin from lying on wadded-up sheets overnight, fumbled their way into the lazy morning air as Derrick sat up in bed and heaved a sleepy sigh.
“Derrick!!”
“Hang on, I’m coming…!” he murmured half-heartedly, stumbling out of bed, running a hand through his ruffled hair, and scowling at the florescent light of the hallway that greeted his sensitive gaze as he opened his door and made his way downstairs. He reached his cell phone just moments before the ringer stopped, and the high-pitched jingle engaged to tell him that he now had two missed calls. Derrick grunted, his eyes ablaze in the attempt to blink the remaining sleep from his eyes, and he dialed a return call to the contacted called ‘Scott.’
“Yo,” he greeted the inside of his phone after a few synthetic rings, “I just woke up; sorry I missed your calls. What’s up?”
“It’s almost one o’clock, wanna run with me to get some food?” responded the voice of his friend, the soft hum of a vehicle audible in the background. “I’ve needed to get out of the house for a while, and I’m getting kinda bored of driving around your neighborhood waiting for you to answer your cell.”
Derrick had furrowed his brows and sauntered to the window carved ornately into his front door, peering into the summer streets of Pallet Drive. “Creeper,” he remarked into the phone as he saw Scott’s red Cavalier inch past his front lawn. “Gimme 10 minutes to pull myself together, and we’ll head to Subway, or something.”
“Sounds good.” A soft click, and Derrick’s phone reverted to its home screen. Derrick laid his phone back where he had found it, and trod back up the stairs to the bathroom, where he could more closely examine the damage he had done to his hair and skin while he slept.
“Mom,” he called, brushing his hands through his hair some more, “I’m going out for lunch with Scott.”
“I’ll assume that was his car that was looming about our house earlier today, then,” she responded. “Oh, Derrick, don’t forget to keep an eye out for your package, alright?”
Derrick lazily squirted toothpaste onto his toothbrush and thought for a moment. “Is that supposed to come today?”
“Well, it’s Friday, and you haven’t gotten it in a couple of weeks, so it should be coming any day now. Just check the mailbox before you get in, sweetie.” Derrick mumbled in acknowledgement, his mouth filled with suds of Aquafresh toothpaste.
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“You’re a pig, Scott,” Derrick chuckled as his friend slid a half-eaten Subway sandwich from its plastic bag, wadding the wrapping material at the bottom of it, and ripped a large chunk of it into his mouth.
“Whur a’ a stopligh’,” he mumbled with his mouth full of bread and deli meat.
“Not my point. I thought the rest of that was supposed to be your dinner tonight.” Scott shrugged, and continued to make light work of his ‘dinner.’ Meanwhile, borderline suburban/city traffic buzzed menacingly around the Cavalier in anticipation for a green light. Derrick listened to the soft gurgle of the intersection, trying to mentally guess radio stations in the stereos of louder cars, until his eyes caught the dark brown of a UPS vehicle.
“Oh yeah,” he piped up, “Stop at my mailbox when we get back to the house?”
“Sure,” Scott replied, laying his sandwich back on his lap to botchily wrap it up just as the light ahead turned green, “only if you’ll let me finish this at your house and raid your fridge for a drink. What’re you expecting in the mail?”
“I got something off eBay a few weeks ago, and I should be getting it any day now.”
“What’d you get, a video game?”
“Yeah, Pokémon Red.” His friend chuckled.
“What for? I thought you already had a copy of that game. Did you lose it?”
“Nah, I still have that copy. I bought another copy so I could mess around with glitches and not have to worry about messing the game up. It was cheap, so yeah.” Derrick’s eyes locked with his house as they approached it. Pulling slowly into the edge of the driveway, he got out of the car and jogged to the mailbox, its lid protruding open. He let the lid fall as he pulled out bills, magazine subscriptions, and a small-ish brown envelope.
“Yup, that’s it…”
Scraggly tufts of hair began to reluctantly emerge from beneath the comforter on the bed, mildly irritated grumbling following soon after. A brisk knock came from the opposite side of the room after the brief rhythm of feet pounding up stairs.
“Derrick! Did you hear me? One of your friends is on the phone downstairs...I’m not going to tolerate hearing them call three or four times. Get out of bed and go answer it!”
“Why couldn’t you have brought the phone upstairs to me, mom…?” droned the thoughts of the boy beneath that comforter. He fought with his subconscious for a moment, deciding that he would be continuously bothered until he got up and went downstairs to obey his mother’s orders. Two legs, imprints covering the skin from lying on wadded-up sheets overnight, fumbled their way into the lazy morning air as Derrick sat up in bed and heaved a sleepy sigh.
“Derrick!!”
“Hang on, I’m coming…!” he murmured half-heartedly, stumbling out of bed, running a hand through his ruffled hair, and scowling at the florescent light of the hallway that greeted his sensitive gaze as he opened his door and made his way downstairs. He reached his cell phone just moments before the ringer stopped, and the high-pitched jingle engaged to tell him that he now had two missed calls. Derrick grunted, his eyes ablaze in the attempt to blink the remaining sleep from his eyes, and he dialed a return call to the contacted called ‘Scott.’
“Yo,” he greeted the inside of his phone after a few synthetic rings, “I just woke up; sorry I missed your calls. What’s up?”
“It’s almost one o’clock, wanna run with me to get some food?” responded the voice of his friend, the soft hum of a vehicle audible in the background. “I’ve needed to get out of the house for a while, and I’m getting kinda bored of driving around your neighborhood waiting for you to answer your cell.”
Derrick had furrowed his brows and sauntered to the window carved ornately into his front door, peering into the summer streets of Pallet Drive. “Creeper,” he remarked into the phone as he saw Scott’s red Cavalier inch past his front lawn. “Gimme 10 minutes to pull myself together, and we’ll head to Subway, or something.”
“Sounds good.” A soft click, and Derrick’s phone reverted to its home screen. Derrick laid his phone back where he had found it, and trod back up the stairs to the bathroom, where he could more closely examine the damage he had done to his hair and skin while he slept.
“Mom,” he called, brushing his hands through his hair some more, “I’m going out for lunch with Scott.”
“I’ll assume that was his car that was looming about our house earlier today, then,” she responded. “Oh, Derrick, don’t forget to keep an eye out for your package, alright?”
Derrick lazily squirted toothpaste onto his toothbrush and thought for a moment. “Is that supposed to come today?”
“Well, it’s Friday, and you haven’t gotten it in a couple of weeks, so it should be coming any day now. Just check the mailbox before you get in, sweetie.” Derrick mumbled in acknowledgement, his mouth filled with suds of Aquafresh toothpaste.
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“You’re a pig, Scott,” Derrick chuckled as his friend slid a half-eaten Subway sandwich from its plastic bag, wadding the wrapping material at the bottom of it, and ripped a large chunk of it into his mouth.
“Whur a’ a stopligh’,” he mumbled with his mouth full of bread and deli meat.
“Not my point. I thought the rest of that was supposed to be your dinner tonight.” Scott shrugged, and continued to make light work of his ‘dinner.’ Meanwhile, borderline suburban/city traffic buzzed menacingly around the Cavalier in anticipation for a green light. Derrick listened to the soft gurgle of the intersection, trying to mentally guess radio stations in the stereos of louder cars, until his eyes caught the dark brown of a UPS vehicle.
“Oh yeah,” he piped up, “Stop at my mailbox when we get back to the house?”
“Sure,” Scott replied, laying his sandwich back on his lap to botchily wrap it up just as the light ahead turned green, “only if you’ll let me finish this at your house and raid your fridge for a drink. What’re you expecting in the mail?”
“I got something off eBay a few weeks ago, and I should be getting it any day now.”
“What’d you get, a video game?”
“Yeah, Pokémon Red.” His friend chuckled.
“What for? I thought you already had a copy of that game. Did you lose it?”
“Nah, I still have that copy. I bought another copy so I could mess around with glitches and not have to worry about messing the game up. It was cheap, so yeah.” Derrick’s eyes locked with his house as they approached it. Pulling slowly into the edge of the driveway, he got out of the car and jogged to the mailbox, its lid protruding open. He let the lid fall as he pulled out bills, magazine subscriptions, and a small-ish brown envelope.
“Yup, that’s it…”
17 January 2012
Story Time
Before I say anything else, I'd like to thank anyone who's out there reading for helping me achieve over 1k hits on this blog. Upon making it, I never imagined that I would receive any sort of audience, but I have, and I'm still going up, so everyone, thank you - seriously. :)
NOW THEN.
It's been over two months since I last made a blog post. Here is my tiny list of excuses, in no particular order:
- Exams
- Travel during Christmas break (Particularly to see someone special to me. <3)
- Writer's Block...OH MY GOD WRITER'S BLOCK
I haven't even been able to edit things efficiently!
Recently, however, I have been in the attempt of forcing my brain to work with me in starting a project that I have had on my mind for a long time now. I am in the process of writing a story based off of a creepypasta.
What is a creepypasta, you ask? Well, let me see..
A creepypasta is a story or video written and posted on a wiki page, whose soul purpose is to frighten or unnerve the reader. Some creepypastas are legends, some pure fiction. But they're about everything, from children's cartoon shows to classic and popular video games to sometimes even daily events in the real world. Here's a simple example. Don't worry, I'm not trolling you into watching some sort of pop-up screamer or anything.
For a nice feel of what a creepypasta is, if you don't already know, look some up on its wiki page. Just click here.
I'm not going to say which creepypasta I'll be using to conjure my story, but within the first chapter or two of the story, you'll at least get an idea of references. So yeah, be looking out for the first chapter, whenever I finish it.
As for the Pokemon analysis blogs...I dunno if I'll be doing them for a while. The technological progression of the generations gets a bit boring after a while, I think. I may do some nutshelling, though. We'll just have to see.
Thanks again for the hits, and hopefully this story will completely rid me of my writer's block.
- Cheryl-Buddy
NOW THEN.
It's been over two months since I last made a blog post. Here is my tiny list of excuses, in no particular order:
- Exams
- Travel during Christmas break (Particularly to see someone special to me. <3)
- Writer's Block...OH MY GOD WRITER'S BLOCK
I haven't even been able to edit things efficiently!
Recently, however, I have been in the attempt of forcing my brain to work with me in starting a project that I have had on my mind for a long time now. I am in the process of writing a story based off of a creepypasta.
What is a creepypasta, you ask? Well, let me see..
A creepypasta is a story or video written and posted on a wiki page, whose soul purpose is to frighten or unnerve the reader. Some creepypastas are legends, some pure fiction. But they're about everything, from children's cartoon shows to classic and popular video games to sometimes even daily events in the real world. Here's a simple example. Don't worry, I'm not trolling you into watching some sort of pop-up screamer or anything.
For a nice feel of what a creepypasta is, if you don't already know, look some up on its wiki page. Just click here.
I'm not going to say which creepypasta I'll be using to conjure my story, but within the first chapter or two of the story, you'll at least get an idea of references. So yeah, be looking out for the first chapter, whenever I finish it.
As for the Pokemon analysis blogs...I dunno if I'll be doing them for a while. The technological progression of the generations gets a bit boring after a while, I think. I may do some nutshelling, though. We'll just have to see.
Thanks again for the hits, and hopefully this story will completely rid me of my writer's block.
- Cheryl-Buddy
10 November 2011
Pokemon Emerald - OMG WHAT?
*~~//SPOILER ALERT...I THINK?\\~~*
I'm not sure what I'm about to say will be considered spoiling the plot, but it may be. Just warning you.
I'm not sure what I'm about to say will be considered spoiling the plot, but it may be. Just warning you.
After a nice, hard nap in my extremely warm room (thank you, 8 floors below me for blasting your heater), I am at extreme lack of desire to play Pokemon, so I shall give a little status report.
Here's my current team:
Bruja (Taillow) ♀ - L17
Topaz (Aron) ♂ - L17
Twiggy (Nuzleaf) ♀ - L18
Kenny (Combusken) ♂ - L18
Captain (Ralts) ♂ - L18
I've come to quickly find out two things in the game after having only played through the first two gyms just recently:
1. I tend to try and put my team together as close to the beginning of the game as I can. Who wouldn't, though? Well, some people might if they saw the type of Pokemon I add to my team so early in the game. My Ralts and Nuzleaf were once so small in level, my Nuzleaf having not evolved yet from a Seedot, and these two were my only counterparts aside from my then Torchic. So basically, I had two virtually incapable-of-fighting-back Pokemon who hid behind a Torchic for a good portion of the beginning of the game. This cost me VAST amounts of time in leveling them up to where they got actually decent attacks. It's been worth it so far - my team's now unstoppable, albeit it's still not complete, but I'm happy with it right now.
2. I have come to find that after having only played Pokemon Sapphire for a looooong time and having lost my copy of Pokemon Emerald back in my childhood early in the game, playing it again has left me slightly off. Emerald is a lot different than Ruby or Sapphire, I'm realizing. Not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way to where I am slightly unsure of what is happening. This might not end well...but I have faith!
I can do this! (ugh)
I'm really not sure how to begin what I want to say.
After having played for a bit in the Game Boy and Game Boy Color era, my mind was blown once again since childhood, playing this for the first time. There's just so much different about it! You Pokemon are now such complex beings at this point!
Here are just some added features that I can think of off the top of my head:
Nature - your Pokemon is now given a personality of sorts. The Blaziken above has a sassy nature, which will automatically mess around with both its stats and preferences. What I mean by preferences is now there are these little things called PokeBlox, that you will feed to your Pokemon to make them grow in different ways, which I will cover in my next blog. There are, however, natures that don't affect your Pokemon at all, but they are few. Docile, Serious, Quirky, and Bashful natures in a Pokemon will not affect your stats or preference in any way. But hey, that's no fun!
Abilities - As above, you'll notice that Blaziken has the ability Blaze. This is one of 77 that were introduced in the third generation, and every Pokemon had one. They did all sorts of things during battle, from preventing accuracy loss to preventing 1-hit knock outs to raising stats during weather conditions to even copying the abilities of others. Of course certain Pokemon have reservation for certain abilities, but it's surprising which ones you discover in the heat of battle when you use Sand Attack on your opponent and nothing happens to their accuracy.
Happiness - This standard will continue to grow in importance throughout the generations up to the fifth and most recent one. Escalating from the second generation, however, making your Pokemon happy has more depth to it, as the game introduces the Soothe Bell and the Luxury Ball.
I personally find these two items a bit on the cheating side, but they work well in the event that you want to up your Pokemon's happiness quickly.
There are more, but they'll be in the next blog I have.
...Now that I have the game on, though...I might as well play it some more.
See you next time!
- Cheryl-Buddy
08 November 2011
Pokemon Crystal - After the Credits
*~~//SPOILER ALERT\\~~*
The following blog post will expose plot segments for the game Pokemon Crystal Version. Don't want, don't read. You've been warned.
Yup, I've beaten Pokemon Crystal, fair and square.
Heeeeere's my Hall of Fame Team:
Heeeeere's my Hall of Fame Team:
Venus (Victreebell) ♂ - L46
Buzz (Magneton) - L47
Cora (Crobat) ♀ - L48
Clipper (Feraligatr) ♂ - L48
Aurora (Arcanine) ♀ - L50
Trunks (Donphan) ♀ - L52
I'll be honest, I was kinda surprised I was able to beat Lance with my team in such a current state. Regardless, Champion title was handed over, but the game wasn't over. Oh no, sir, there is more to be had.
Though I didn't actually play through this next part, for the sake of my personally intended schedule, there is more to do after the credits, per say. After you beat the Elite 4 and become the Johto Champion, you are given a ticket to go for a little ride on a cruise ship. Of course you have trainers to beat and whatnot, but after the ride, your character finds his or herself in...Kanto! Though graphics are altered a bit, it looks pretty much the same as it did in the first generation. Now you're able to travel Kanto and take on its gyms, allowing you access to having 16 gym badges by the end of it all. When I was old enough to get my thoughts about me long enough to actually get to Kanto in the game, this greatly excited me. Especially one extra aspect.
As you have plowed through the Pokemon League, you are also given access to a place called Mt. Silver.
Mt. Silver, I must confess, is a bitch to climb, but the climb is actually not the best of it. Once you climb to the top of Mt. Silver, you are led onto an icy cliff. After walking the thin platform of this cliff, you see someone - someone that if you speak to, you are plunged into the most difficult battle yet. No words are spoken between you or your opponent. You fight this guy:
Though I didn't actually play through this next part, for the sake of my personally intended schedule, there is more to do after the credits, per say. After you beat the Elite 4 and become the Johto Champion, you are given a ticket to go for a little ride on a cruise ship. Of course you have trainers to beat and whatnot, but after the ride, your character finds his or herself in...Kanto! Though graphics are altered a bit, it looks pretty much the same as it did in the first generation. Now you're able to travel Kanto and take on its gyms, allowing you access to having 16 gym badges by the end of it all. When I was old enough to get my thoughts about me long enough to actually get to Kanto in the game, this greatly excited me. Especially one extra aspect.
As you have plowed through the Pokemon League, you are also given access to a place called Mt. Silver.
Mt. Silver, I must confess, is a bitch to climb, but the climb is actually not the best of it. Once you climb to the top of Mt. Silver, you are led onto an icy cliff. After walking the thin platform of this cliff, you see someone - someone that if you speak to, you are plunged into the most difficult battle yet. No words are spoken between you or your opponent. You fight this guy:
Do you recognize him? You should. This is Red, your character in Pokemon Red, Blue, and Yellow.
I must confess, in all the years that I've played Pokemon, I have yet to beat Red in Mt. Silver. It makes me very ashamed, though I still plan to accomplish it, one of these days.
Any others who have not yet experienced the power that is Red in the second generation beware. His team is fierce and HIGH in level. He is not an easy opponent to defeat.
Well, now that Crystal is done, I'm on to Pokemon Emerald. I think I'll make this generation a bit more interesting, though.
I'm going to attempt to play both Pokemon Emerald and Pokemon FireRed, for reasons that you'll soon find out. One of these days I'll remember that I'm just a college student and actually get a life. Until then, however, see you next time! Thanks for reading!
I must confess, in all the years that I've played Pokemon, I have yet to beat Red in Mt. Silver. It makes me very ashamed, though I still plan to accomplish it, one of these days.
Any others who have not yet experienced the power that is Red in the second generation beware. His team is fierce and HIGH in level. He is not an easy opponent to defeat.
Well, now that Crystal is done, I'm on to Pokemon Emerald. I think I'll make this generation a bit more interesting, though.
I'm going to attempt to play both Pokemon Emerald and Pokemon FireRed, for reasons that you'll soon find out. One of these days I'll remember that I'm just a college student and actually get a life. Until then, however, see you next time! Thanks for reading!
04 November 2011
Pokemon Crystal - Pokemon Abuse
(This apparently didn't get uploaded when I thought. Sorry...)
So...
What do you do when you find out an organization is using animals not as animals, but as tools to do dirty work, in a manner you would find a bit appalling?
That's easy - you call PETA.
Okay, well what do you do, then, when the same thing is happening to Pokemon in Kanto and in Johto?
That's also easy - you BEAT THEIR ASSES.
I meant to do this little segment back when I was playing Pokemon Yellow, but it occurred to me later that Team Rocket, your main antagonist, is in both Pokemon Yellow and in Pokemon Crystal.
Meet the team:
Aurora (Growlithe) ♀ - L36
Trunks (Donphan) ♀ - L36
Buzz (Magneton) - L37
Venus (Weepinbell) ♂ - L37
Clipper (Feraligatr) ♂ - L37
Cora (Crobat) ♂ - L38
There's not a lot to say about Team Rocket. They're an organization that started back in the first generation and used Pokemon to capture and strike fear into the hearts of other trainers. Sometimes, more frequently in the anime, they would steal people's Pokemon, or force them to bring the pain to other Pokemon.
After disbanding from having been obliterated by the power of a certain Trainer named Red (yourself, a generation back), they finally make a comeback in this new generation with the same motives.
As stated above, you can't just call PETA when something like this is happening in the world of Pokemon.
Pokemon aren't necessarily animals. After having thought about this for a moment, this interested me. Pokemon are beings, 'Pocket Monsters', if literally translated from Japanese text. Once caught, they are under your control. These Pokemon under reign of Team Rocket don't know that what they're doing is wrong. Their masters are simply giving orders and, like any other Pokemon from a better-hearted trainer, they obey these orders.
It saddens me...
Especially when you get the same filth from your rival in this generation.
Meet Silver:
To kind of break character for a moment, I apologize again for the late post. I had this made earlier, and thought it was up already.
So...
What do you do when you find out an organization is using animals not as animals, but as tools to do dirty work, in a manner you would find a bit appalling?
That's easy - you call PETA.
Okay, well what do you do, then, when the same thing is happening to Pokemon in Kanto and in Johto?
That's also easy - you BEAT THEIR ASSES.
I meant to do this little segment back when I was playing Pokemon Yellow, but it occurred to me later that Team Rocket, your main antagonist, is in both Pokemon Yellow and in Pokemon Crystal.
Meet the team:
Aurora (Growlithe) ♀ - L36
Trunks (Donphan) ♀ - L36
Buzz (Magneton) - L37
Venus (Weepinbell) ♂ - L37
Clipper (Feraligatr) ♂ - L37
Cora (Crobat) ♂ - L38
There's not a lot to say about Team Rocket. They're an organization that started back in the first generation and used Pokemon to capture and strike fear into the hearts of other trainers. Sometimes, more frequently in the anime, they would steal people's Pokemon, or force them to bring the pain to other Pokemon.
After disbanding from having been obliterated by the power of a certain Trainer named Red (yourself, a generation back), they finally make a comeback in this new generation with the same motives.
As stated above, you can't just call PETA when something like this is happening in the world of Pokemon.
Pokemon aren't necessarily animals. After having thought about this for a moment, this interested me. Pokemon are beings, 'Pocket Monsters', if literally translated from Japanese text. Once caught, they are under your control. These Pokemon under reign of Team Rocket don't know that what they're doing is wrong. Their masters are simply giving orders and, like any other Pokemon from a better-hearted trainer, they obey these orders.
It saddens me...
Especially when you get the same filth from your rival in this generation.
Meet Silver:
This little snot actually becomes a decent trainer as time through the game progresses, but at the beginning, his motives are to become the best Pokemon Trainer ever. How? Why, by stealing rare or strong Pokemon and calling all the others 'weak' or 'useless.'
One reason I love this generation of Pokemon is not that I see Pokemon getting mistreated, used, or hurt through the plot, but because of what a down-to-earth aspect on what the world gives us this generation portrays. You won't find a rival this dark in any other generation of the Pokemon games to date, I can promise you that. Nor will I ever consider any other rival to be my favorite. I love Silver because of what a role he discreetly plays in Pokemon Gold, Silver, and Crystal. He eventually becomes a very caring individual who raises his Pokemon right and allows them to develop as Pokemon should. Still, it's a bit enlightening...
One reason I love this generation of Pokemon is not that I see Pokemon getting mistreated, used, or hurt through the plot, but because of what a down-to-earth aspect on what the world gives us this generation portrays. You won't find a rival this dark in any other generation of the Pokemon games to date, I can promise you that. Nor will I ever consider any other rival to be my favorite. I love Silver because of what a role he discreetly plays in Pokemon Gold, Silver, and Crystal. He eventually becomes a very caring individual who raises his Pokemon right and allows them to develop as Pokemon should. Still, it's a bit enlightening...
To kind of break character for a moment, I apologize again for the late post. I had this made earlier, and thought it was up already.
Thank you anyway for reading, and I'll see you next time!
- Cheryl-Buddy
- Cheryl-Buddy
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