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Pokemon Apocalypse: Tribute “Welcome to Viridian City!”
I heard the voice of a man, muffled through the market wall, but still understandable.
“Where is it?” The was the voice of a younger man. The voice was harsh and demanding.
The first man replied quickly, tripping over his own words. “You’ll find it all in order in the gym!”
“Lead the way.”
Heavy footsteps were heard, clearly those of a large Pokémon. I followed the sound to the back of the market. I pressed my ear against the wall.
“Where is the gym leader?”
“Ngh!” the man nearly choked. “He… left!”
A Pokémon roared.
Pokemon Apocalypse: The Package A few fights later, I saw a building peeking over the trees. A quaint cabin soon came into view, and within moments an entire city was before me.
Viridian City, the city of eternal green.
The view was incredible. Lush, vibrant evergreen trees seemed to merge seamlessly with the architecture. However, there was one exception: an enormous metal building with the image of a Pokéball on the front that I immediately recognized as one of the infamous gyms. The gym was a truly hideous building, some parts rusted, other parts covered in anti-Elite graffiti. It was a jarring juxtaposition on the otherwise pristine cityscape.
I stepped out of the clearing and into the city. A few people passed nearby, but they seemed too busy to notice me. An old woman pulled a cart full of various vegetables, and a young man hurried off to the city center,
Pokemon Apocalypse: Swarmed Once again I found myself at the arch of trees that separated Pallet Town and the wilderness. Never in my life had I stepped beyond this symbolic doorway. Once outside, the safety of civilization would give way to the dangers of the wild, with only my Pokémon between me and death.
I removed my Pokéball from my belt and held it up to my eyes, building confidence in Charmander.
I put the ball down, took a deep breath, and stepped through the arch.
Nothing happened. No wild monsters attacked, no bandits jumped out from behind the trees.
With a sharp exhale I started my trek. The path had a slight upward incline, with an occasional cliff ledge that I had to walk around. I wasn’t much of a climber.
After a few minutes I came across a cliff that was surrounded by tall grass and trees
Pokemon Apocalypse: Rivalry “Charmander, go!” Yelling just felt natural. The Pokéball flew from my hand and Charmander burst out.
“Squirtle, take care of this punk!” Blue yelled.
The two tiny creatures faced off at the entrance of the professor’s lab. Charmander stood about knee height (to my waist) and Squirtle was just a bit shorter. I felt an instant connection to Charmander, that indescribable bond between trainer and Pokémon.
“Charmander, attack!” I yelled, pointing at Squirtle. The lizard dashed forward and slashed at Squirtle with his claws.
“Tackle him!” I heard Blue yell.
Squirtle lunged at Charmander and knocked him over.
“Get him off! Scratch him!” I yelled. Charmander flailed his claws, landing a
Pokemon Apocalypse: True Beginnings I was living in a shantytown with my mother. We called it “Pallet Town” because most of the buildings were made of worn-down planks and pallets. Pallet Town was directly off the coast of the sea, and we were able to make a living off fishing. The town used to be a lot bigger, but a year earlier a bunch of the men, including my father, left to join the Resistance. This was during the Occupation, so times were tough for everyone. I’m sure even you can remember those times. It was hard enough making a living without the men, but because we also had to make the Tribute, we were constantly near starvation.
As a kid, I was mostly a drain on the town, but I had heard of the great Trainers and aspired to be one someday. I wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. But first I needed a Pokémon.
One day, my mother woke me up with a shake
Pokemon Apocalypse: The End is the Beginning It was over. I knew it from the moment he appeared. The pride in me didn’t want to admit it, but I had learned to suppress that pride long ago.
I observed the kid in front of me. He was young; about as young as I had been when I first started. Yet he was not smug. Despite what he just did, his eyes were more pleading than triumphant. Snow was covering his clothes and parts of his face, but he didn’t seem phased by the cold. It was likely that the adrenaline pumping through his system numbed him to the cold.
“How did you do it?” I asked.
The kid jumped at my voice. He quickly composed himself. “It wasn’t easy. That’s one thing I’ve learned. Life is never easy.”
I nodded. Visions of my past flooded through my memory.
“In fact, life is nearly impossible. Alone. That’s another thing I’ve learned. Friends are the most important thing to me.”
The Vector: Moses' Story The faint light of a single bulb did little to illuminate the dim funeral home room. A small coffin sat on the podium. A woman in a black funeral dress wept, kneeling in front of the coffin and burying her face in flowers. By her side stood a tall, solemn man in a black suit, his face dry and his expression unwavering. He kept his hand perpetually on the woman’s shoulder, determined not to express any emotion.
Besides the two, the room was unoccupied, but the disorganization of the chairs showed signs of recently being full.
For a while, the woman didn’t move except to shudder and cry. Finally, she seemed to collect herself and stood up. “I’m ready to go, James,” she whispered as she hugged him. When she released him, she looked expectantly at him. However, James simply stood there, looking at the coffin. After a moment of silence, James spoke.
“We all are,” the woman said.
Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure I-IIYou smiled at the modestly beautiful reflection. The only thing flashy about you was your smile, which glowed warmly under your hazel eyes and brown hair. You wore a tattered robe, which was clipped by a belt at your waist. On the belt was your lightsaber, which you had built at a young age. Its familiar weight comforted you.
Your name was Maria Surrin, and you were a Jedi.
You walked to the door of your hotel room, then paused.
Hide your lightsaber under your robe.
Proceed out the door.
Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure I-IYou grinned at the ruggedly-handsome reflection you saw in the mirror. Your tattered spacer clothes lent an air of adventure, which was amplified by your devil-may-care attitude. Your black hair reached the top of your back, but no further. On your belt was your trusty classic, a DL-44 blaster pistol.
Your name was Markus Surrin, and you were a scoundrel.
You walked to the door of your hotel room, then paused.
Hide your blaster under your cloak.
Proceed out the door.
I Will Protect You (Skylox)
The cave was dark. The night outside was cold. The thunder outside echoed deafeningly against the cave walls even though there was no end to the labyrinth of a cave system in sight.
As I walked through the cave, I couldn't help but wish that Dan could have joined me on my expedition for some gold - butter - ore. Cave knew the caves better than anyone. His name had a meaning, after all.
I was almost certain I was close to the surface as I heard raindrops pounding above me. I couldn't help but smile as I quickened my pace, holding my torch up high.
Then a terrifyingly familiar scream split the air and I stopped dead in my tracks, my blood running cold. My eyes widened and I spun around to look into the darkness of the cave behind me. "Adam." I whispered. I broke into a run back into the cave. "Adam!" I shouted, calling out to him.
He didn't respond. I ran faster. Wherever he was, he was in trouble. I had to
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Mr. Smith is an Ideal Athlete
“Kitty? Here kitty, kitty.”
My ears perked up but I was still face down on the pillow in my favorite cardboard box.
“Kitty.” I heard again.
I grumbled and pushed myself up partially. Cedric hadn’t quite picked up on the fact I wasn’t exactly the same as their Earth cats. Oh well, another day.
I crawled out of my bed. Command Center and such didn’t seem fully coherent yet so I had to rely on my own knowledge. I navigated through the door and blinked a few times to get my Visual Scanners working—eyes that is. Or well that is the closest thing I can relate my high tech properties to. A doctor would call them the same exact thing but how boring is that?
“Right here.” I commented and waited to hear him again.
“Oh, there you are.” He appeared from behind and picked me up before I could protest. “How you feeling today, Kitty?”
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: It's Just Like in the Movies!
I was awake bright and early—I think noonish or so. I had already started the day out right by munching on a bowl of sugared flakes of Earthian meal and had every intention of going outside to frolic in the yard. The land serpent was out of commission after I had cut it open with the scissors the other day.
Oh yeah, some time had gone by since the previous log but nothing had been particularly noteworthy. In fact, despite how intense and life changing the events that day should have been, life had gone completely back to normal. Mr. Smith had never hunted me down; Cedric hadn’t even asked me more about my resources and knowing such coded military language. No, he had more important things to rant about apparently.
Things like telling me to clean up after myself. Wash the dishes. Use the lint brush on the chair if you’re going to insist on sitting on it. Wash your clothes every once in a while. Don’t stand on the table. Wash your paws, brush you
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Chapter Eleven
Across the parking lot and back towards the forest that I had pranced through earlier I charged onward in an all-out sprint. I probably didn’t look like anything more than a bluish gray blur. Mr. Smith was chasing me and calling out to me. I couldn’t really understand what he was saying but I also didn’t want to.
I slipped on some of the needly leaves from a tree and went tumbling head over heels for some unknown length of time. Felt like an eternity. When I had finally stopped my helpless roll I caught sight of Mr. Smith—upside down. Or well, I was actually upside down, but whatever.
He had stopped at the edge of the Earthian parking lot. I guess Earthian Instructors couldn’t travel on the dirt like I could. Lucky break.
I didn’t want to take any chances of him following after me though so I broke out into a full on sprint clear back to Cedric’s yard. Everything on my journey back flew by in one giant smear. If I ran pa
Qwuedeviv Crew 52: Chapter Nine
Getting the ‘cactus needles’ out was not a fun process. We had worked on the easier ones earlier; the ones in my paws and such. I wasn’t about to trust the Human to deal with the others though. No one touched my tail, and Hindquarters was a sensitive region.
“But they’ll get infected.” Cedric insisted again. “And sore. Then we’ll have to take you to a vet or wherever you take an alien cat and get you treated or something.”
“Not to mention you won’t be able to sit.”
“I’ve always preferred standing.”
He huffed and tried to grab one stuck in my tail fur anyway. I got out of the way and hissed.
“Oh come on.”
He crossed his arms and stood there rigidly, tapping a foot.
“Well obviously you just want to hurt then, is that what it is? You want to have to go to the v
SWtCW: The Home Guard pt. 3Surface of Achilleas, Palladia
Barriss stood amongst a sea of armored durasteel and rubble as they fought in the shadows of the Juggernauts and tanks. The Separatist forces used their own tanks and droids to box them in, but the turreted weapons on the HAVs kept them at bay as Barriss advanced with her infantry deeper into the city. She'd managed to reestablish communications with Master Luminara, apparently the other assaults were proceeding with mixed results. The Achilleans were fighting tooth and nail for their homeworld and Barriss' men, despite being some of the best soldiers in the Republic were getting their teeth kicked in though they were making the Separatist forces pay for it. They weren't going to dislodge her forces from their position anytime soon.
Conradin swore as his tank's turret swiveled and blasted the rampaging fighter tank as it shot by. The Republic LAV took the hit and flipped over and slammed into a building as its repulsor vane snapped off from the AAT's shot
War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 2
Continued from Part One
Ratchet looked up and was grateful to see Optimus Prime looking down at the colorful bundle with an inquisitive smile.
Optimus was not the biggest 'Bot on Cybertron, but he easily rivaled Megatron in height, standing head and shoulders above Ratchet. This meant that Io was just shy of his waist. But, while Megatron exuded guile and cold calculation, inspiring fear, Optimus radiated honesty and wisdom, putting the small flyer at ease though he towered above her. Ratchet could feel her calm in his spark, and he too felt the comforting reassurance of the large 'Bot's presence. Even the general design of his frame was calming. Unlike Megatron, whose body was built for labor turned war machine, the slenderness of his design reminded everyone that he had been created for peace--functionally a data clerk--whose modifications were merely the result of the necessities of war.
War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 1
Moving quickly, not wanting to make Prowl and Optimus wait any longer, Ratchet and Io left the daunting visage of the Grand Oratory behind them, crossing the Promenade and slipping between a series of closely nested buildings toward a combination of roadway and pedestrian ramp, one of the more direct routes between the Grand Oratory and the Hall of Records.
Their trodfalls echoed as they attempted to make time, the tinny taps of Io's heel-turbines submerged into the boom-flaps of Ratchet's metal-and-rubber support struts, legs stretched out in front of them, their pace a little short of a sprint.
Ratchet considered Io out of the corner of his optic. She wasn't looking up at him, though the old medic was quick to notice that her lips were set into an exuberant smile.
He allowed his own features the freedom to replicate the expression.
As far as he was concerned, life couldn't get any better than this. Having Io name him as her partner, running beside her down the streets of
SWtCW: The Home Guard pt.4Surface of Achilleas, Palladia
Barriss watched the man in front of her. She could sense his emotions, they were a swirl of turmoil. He was uncertain of what must be done. In his shoes, Barriss would harbor no doubts. Her objective would be clear. Take her enemies prisoner and facilitate the rest of the battle. Yet this man, Conradin Hadranus, was uncertain of this simple fact of the war they were fighting. He stood on the brink of eliminating a major command of the GAR and could not make the final step now that he had seen the face of his enemy. His doubts were...charming, if naïve and he was about to make the wrong decision, she could already tell.
“I...I don't accept.” he said with a shake of his head. “I don't want your surrender. I just want your army to withdraw from Achilleas and her space.”
Barriss smiled at him gently as if he were a child. “You don't understand, that is no longer an option. Your forces already matched ours, with the arrival o
Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure IYou groggily awoke from your sleep. You wanted to stay in bed, but you had too much to do. Slouching, you walked over to the counter. The chrono said that the time was 3, Dr'gog Time. You weren't sure what exactly that meant, but it felt early. You fumbled through your belongings in the drawer, eventually finding everything you needed. Satisfied that you had everything, you looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall. What did you see?
A young human male with a reckless smile on his face and a blaster pistol on his belt.
A young human female with a warm smile on her face and a lightsaber on her belt.
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