Pick up the TMs. Enter GLITCHOPOLIS.
==> Why have you never had a Pokemon before?
You tried, once.
You don't like to talk about the Zigzagoon.
==> Take Pokedoll.
Bam.
Heck yeah. This Raikou Pokedoll was always your most beloved possession. You got it when you were only six years old, and while an imaginative child you've always been you were never great with names back then, so you just named it after yourself. "I never use my last name, so he can have it" was your reasoning. So Calvin the boy and Hobbes the Raikou would go on countless adventures together over the years.
Even now, ten years later to the day, you can't bear to part with him for good. You suppose someone could make a sissyness comment about a sixteen year old boy carrying around a stuffed doll, but you've faced worse mockery all your life due to your flights of fancy and your apathy is pretty much immobile. Hobbes goes into your inventory.
==> Take other items.
You might as well stock up. You never know when this sort of stuff will come in handy!
Teeth, Firecrackers, Twine, and TMs added to inventory.
What the heck, you take the Marbles and Cards too. Why not.
==> Explain "Error".
You found these two TMs discarded on Route 11, just outside Hephsterdam, one about three years ago and one a little less than a year ago. They're both somewhat damaged by wear, weathering, or use, hence why your computer (or your PokeGear, which uses the same software) can't identify them. They may have been already used up, in which case they're just taking up space. But if they're just damaged, they can still potentially be used.
You can't tell for sure on your own because you're not an expert, and you always were suspicious that if you showed your Dad or Professor Yew they'd take them away. So you held onto them until you got a Pokemon of your own, in which case you could test them. In the meantime you used them in your childhood fantasies with Hobbes.
Now you're going to get one, so might as well take them along!
==> Use TMs to enter Glitchopolis.
You've heard pretty much every Pokemon-related or adventuring-related story there is out there. Tales of "Glitchopolis" - a haunted city part ghost town and part cybernetic wasteland, inhabited only by a shape-shifting Pokemon with no registry number - are very familiar to you. You never told Haunter stories as a kid around campfires late at night, you told MissingNo stories. And the neighbor girl still screamed every time.
So yeah. You've tried getting to Glitchopolis using the TMs in every manner you can think of. You still can't get them to do anything without a Pokemon to use them on, and all your neighbors and townsfolk who did own pets or battling Pokemon - the rare few of those you felt wouldn't squeal about you having them - wouldn't let you try.
Maybe, some day....
==> Check sock drawer.
Oh jeez. Sorting through this without the computer's convenient list format would be a pain in the neck if you cared. Thankfully you don't.
This is pretty much every random thing you've collected since you were about eight, minus the once or twice you spilled stuff and just had it thrown out or lost. Any little thing you could have nicked, pilfered, found, caught, or discovered is in here.
Several different kinds of rocks.
Feathers from at least nine different kinds of birds.
Scales from at least four kinds of reptilian Pokemon.
A chipped claw.
A fragment of something that you swear up and down is a fossil.
A glass eye.
Some thimbles.
Your first pocketknife.
Three old wristwatches with dead batteries. One is analog.
Gears from an old clock.
Some hacky sacks with various designs.
A laser pen. Battery is probably dead.
A Pokemon whistle, you're not sure what for. Either that or a normal whistle that's broken.
A flash drive. You forget what's on it.
Shavings from a pencil sharpener.
A yoyo.
Half a box of markers.
Half a box of colored chalk.
Broken limbs from old toys.
Half a Pokeball.
A piece of cardboard with smeared writing on it, now illegible.
And that's just the first layer.
Take more? Or leave with what we have?
STATS
> Take the pocketknife and check the next drawer.
>Take the whistle, knife, and fossil.
> Pop the flash drive into your computer and see what's on it. Like if it has any more random crap.
> Also, take the glass eye. Just because.
The Floating Country, my WHATAMIDOINGventure!
The Human Inequality, AKA the adventure I'm actually working on right now. where 'right now' means 'more recently than the other'
Also, you should look at It's Anyone's Game, and possibly update it! Cause it's awesome like that.
Also formspring because why not.
==> Take Flash Drive and see what's on it.
Huh. Surprise surprise, it's mostly empty. The only thing it has on it is a TOWN MAP. View?
Oh, you grab the other stuff too. Knife, Whistle, Fossil, and Glass Eye taken.
==> Check next drawer.
Just clothes. All your good loot is stashed in the top drawer for easy access.
You think.
> Yeah, maps are good. Although getting lost could actually be kind of fun...
> Well anyway we've spent enough time messing around up here; time to get your move on!
The Floating Country, my WHATAMIDOINGventure!
The Human Inequality, AKA the adventure I'm actually working on right now. where 'right now' means 'more recently than the other'
Also, you should look at It's Anyone's Game, and possibly update it! Cause it's awesome like that.
Also formspring because why not.
Screw maps, you are a bold explorer. Go meet your new killing machine best friend.
> Get the chalk or the markers just in case you need to write, and then head off to get some monsters.
==> Forget the map for now. Grab and go!
You take the Chalk and Markers and the Flash Drive and pocket them with the rest of your stuff. You can always upload it to your PokeGear if you suddenly think you need it. Besides, getting lost is fun!
Enough stalling, let's get on with it.
==> Exit.
You exit your ROOM and head UPSTAIRS to the DEN. The stairs continue upwards to your PARENTS' ROOM and your father's OFFICE. Beyond them is the doorway into the LIVING ROOM, and a hallway that leads to the KITCHEN, BATHROOM, and GARAGE.
None of that is particularly important, though, as you're going to be...
Calvin!
Your MOTHER must have heard you coming up the stairs! Quick, what do you do?
STATS:
>Note that your mother is being extremely dramatic about having to clean your room because you won't.
>Run for it.
> Just... talk to her reasonably. She's allowing you to go out on your journey finally, you don't want to ruin it by antagonizing her.
> ...but leave a surreptitious prank for her to discover later.
The Floating Country, my WHATAMIDOINGventure!
The Human Inequality, AKA the adventure I'm actually working on right now. where 'right now' means 'more recently than the other'
Also, you should look at It's Anyone's Game, and possibly update it! Cause it's awesome like that.
Also formspring because why not.
> Quickly avoid what is sure to be a tearful parting on her part and scamper into the kitchen with wild abandon!
==> Use the TMs on yourself!
Oh this would be so awesome. You would be easily twenty times cooler if you could do half the things a Pokemon could. Calvin used Jump Kick! Calvin used Dizzy Punch! Calvin used Body Slam! Calvin used Rollout! Calvin used Hyper Beam!
Yeah, you tried that. The thing is, you're not completely certain exactly how a TM works. Looking at one, it just seems to be a box that opens in half - much like a Pokeball, only square rather than round - and has a little CD inside. You've tried wearing the box halves on your ears, playing the CD in your computer, and even wearing it over your heart on a string for a day hoping to glean its secrets by osmosis or something. You've pretty much tried everything you could think of and all you've managed is that you don't think humans can use TMs.
Or maybe it's just broken. You'll need to try again after getting one you know works. Like winning against a Gym Leader or buying one in Locksurry.
Wow. You've only been to Locksurry once, it's pretty far away. It's the biggest city in Iotavi. It'll be something if you make it that far. Which you will.
Right, we got distracted. Where were we again?
==> Flee into the kitchen!
Exit, stage right!
Oh, right. She's in here already.
==> Just talk to her reasonably.
This will be a bit of a stretch, but you're out of options. If you'd just headed for the door you could have used the excuse that you didn't hear her, but you basically just ran straight to her when your name was called. (You never do that. Finally turning sixteen must be doing something to your head.) Might as well get this overwith.
Well, that's a miracle, you actually came. I figured today of all days you would have been out the door at sunrise!
Just been doing last minute packing and stuff. Was on my way out.
Yes, you probably shouldn't keep the Professor and your father waiting too long.
Dad's at the Professor's?
Of course! You didn't think you'd be getting your first Pokemon without your father there to give it at least a cursory checkup, did you?
Man, Mom. You know Dad, he wouldn't trust me with anything cool. I'm probably gonna get stuck with a Pidgey.
Nonsense. I have it on good authority that you'll be perfectly happy with the companion Professor Yew has waiting for you.
Wait, she already told you guys what it is? What is it??
I'm not going to spoil it for you, Calvin! You'll find out soon enough.
Alright, alright.
You did clean up your things and leave your room in at least a navigable condition before leaving, right?
Yeah, yeah. It's the cleanest it's ever been, honest.
I'll believe that when I see it. Alright, go on. No sense in keeping you here any longer, you're obviously anxious to go and I'd rather have you on your way than tearing around the house. I'm just a little worried, that's all.
I'll be fine, Mom, I'm not six anymore.
I know you will. Good luck, and call us from time to time!
Sure Mom, I will.
Love you honey.
Love you too Mom.
==> Leave a prank for her to discover later.
You would never waste your time doing such a thing right now, not with such an important event just minutes ahead of you.
You did it last night. When she decides to change your sheets now that you won't be using your bed she'll be in for a surprise. Heh heh heh....
Course, it would probably be more effective if you'd gotten an actual shed skin from a Seviper rather than just coloring a tattered sock to look like one.
==> Exit.
You've been living in Hephsterdam most of your life. You know everyone here, and everyone - much to their frequent remorse - knows you.
Where to?
The left side of your yard. It needs a snowman.
==> Add a snowman to the west side of the yard.
You consider this a fond farewell for your Dad: the not-so-warm greeting of Snow Goons right outside his front door. These are some of your best work. It's a shame you won't be around to see his face.
==> Head to the Lab.
Hephsterdam's a pretty small town. It's only a few minutes' walk to Professor Yew's LAB. You do, however, get snow all over your shoes.
And you're perfectly okay with that.
==>
The lab is well-warmed compared to outside. Two of Professor Yew's AIDES are milling about the foyer, organizing the shelves or pulling readings from the MACHINE in the corner.
You don't know what it does, the Professor's never explained it to you. You tried to figure out once on your own, and you're no longer allowed to even go near it, much less touch it. How they expect you to ever understand things if you're not allowed to mess with them, you'll never be able to fathom....
==>
Your DAD is here waiting with the Professor, as is her chief assistant... ugh... MISS WORMWOOD. They seemed to be in the middle of idly chatting, but stopped the instant you came in.
Let's get this overwith.
Hey Dad. Prof. Erhm.
Hello yourself, Calvin. Nice to see you here finally.
Weren't you supposed to be here half an hour ago?
Had some last-minute cleanup and stuff to do. And Mom wanted to say goodbye.
Hmph! Excuses.
Oh don't be bitter, Henrietta. Calvin! It's time at last. I presume you're rather excited.
Yeah! Is that it there?
Indeed it is. Reserved explicitly for you.
Awesome!
You reach for the ball, and - right on cue - your dad gets in the way.
Now Calvin, keeping and raising a Pokemon is a very big responsibility, and that goes double for a trainer. It's not as simple as just keeping it clean and fed like you would a pet.
A trainer must take pains to also see to their Pokemon's mental and emotional well-being, and excessive attention to injury and treatment. We all know you, Calvin, and know you won't be able to resist participating in the League. In fact, I hope you do well, and go far! But you need to take special care of the Pokemon if you're going to be using it for combat. Far above and beyond the simple necessities you would give a pet or a brood.
Look at Susie. That girl knows what she's doing. Just take a cue from her for once.
Ugh. SUSIE. Your bratty, know-it-all, annoying neighbor. She made a point of rubbing it in that she was allowed to have a Pokemon at twelve when you had to wait four more years. She hasn't left the town though, so it's not like she'll be competing with you... will she?
You'll worry about burning that bridge after you cross it.
Whatever. Sure Dad, you got it.
This is serious, Calvin. If you treat this Pokemon like you treated your toys, it will be miserable or attack you or die. And it will be no help in defending yourself from wild Pokemon or aggressive trainers.
Or criminals. Don't go getting any ideas like joining up with Team Rocket or any of their no-sense spin-offs, boy. Trust me when I say you'll regret it.
Yeah, yeah....
Promise me you'll take good care of it, treat it well, and if you can't do that you'll let it go or bring it back.
Alright, I promise.
Excellent.
Professor Yew picks up the ball and brings it over to you. At this point you're nearly shaking with anticipation. Mom said you'd be happy with it though. There's one Pokemon above all others that you'd be ecstatic to have - none other than Raikou of course, the one you "had" almost all your life. A real, flesh-and-blood Hobbes! But there's no way they could have gotten such a legendary creature just for you... is there?
You open the ball and release its contents.
Zew!
It's not a Raikou... but you can't say you're not happy with it. You have the biggest grin on your face right now.
STATS:
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Name him Hobbes because there's pretty much no way that's not where this was going.
Susie: Barge in and challenge Calvin to a battle, as tradition demands.
Susie's starter: Be a Buneary named Mr. Bun.
Last edited by Pandemonius; 10-24-2011 at 10:44 PM.
Name all of your Pokemon Hobbes.
You know, no one ever said the Shinx couldn't touch that machine by the door...
The Floating Country, my WHATAMIDOINGventure!
The Human Inequality, AKA the adventure I'm actually working on right now. where 'right now' means 'more recently than the other'
Also, you should look at It's Anyone's Game, and possibly update it! Cause it's awesome like that.
Also formspring because why not.