"QM, Stop Fucking Up the Title" REDUX Edition!Twitter: https://twitter.com/MisterOberonPastebin (Luke's Pokemon): http://pastebin.com/SGEDf5L6When we last left our hero, Luke received help from fellow Pokemon trainer Eindol in getting ready for the first round of the tournament. Squirtle evolved into Wartortle, and though prospects seem bright, not everyone is as excited as Luke...Rules: Players vote on options presented to them, or cast their vote on a write-in option if none of the ones presented are satisfactory. The option with the most votes behind it wins and will be used, though this rule may be bent if the vote favors an option intended to harm the Quest in some way.
Something to your right is ringing. The repetitive, screechy call of a Dodrio is invading your precious sleep. Out from under the covers, your arm snaps at the innocent alarm clock and seeks the snooze button. Or, failing that, the strength to crush the thing entirely. Whether by poor luck or by the spirit of the clock itself mocking you, the vibrations on the night stand carry it out of reach, and your stretching to get at it unbalances you. Your eyes flap open too late, and with a shriek you fall straight out of bed....A few moments later you pull on your jeans and finish zipping your jacket up. The only thing bruised in the fall was your pride. But your angry grumblings at inanimate objects fade as the date insistently presses against your brain. Today is Round One of the charity tournament. The opening ceremony begins at noon, and it's about nine o'clock right now. You've got a long day ahead, and a battle you'll be going into blind. The girl you met, Mote, is going to be your opponent; and you have no idea what her team makeup is, or how skilled a trainer she might be. That's a gap in knowledge that could cost you.You swipe your hat off the foot of the bed and affix it to your head, and clasp your belt around your waist, five Pokeballs shaking from the spots they're clipped to. As you walk to the door you wonder to yourself: how best to prepare?>1.) I need to train as hard as I can as fast as I can.>2.) I'll hang around the Sleeping Sunkern. I might be able to pick up some tips from the other patrons, or even learn more about Mote's team.>3.) Seek out a specific person. I want to talk to them about something.>4.) I should go to the Department Store and stock up on supplies.>5.) Explore the city. See the sights, maybe check the Gym?>6.) I wonder what everybody else is up to... (Select a different trainer to play as.)>7.) Do something else.
>>29859309>>5.) Explore the city. See the sights, maybe check the Gym?>>6.) I wonder what everybody else is up to... (Select a different trainer to play as.)Officer Jenny. If not possible then to the Gym.
>>29859309>1I'd like to get some more experience in with pineco (based) and drowzee. Using the new mons would negate the sneak peak Mote got. Gastly could use a workout too.otherwise>2Hoping Mote shows up (since I don't want to look for her specifically)or>5
We have good support for a stall or setup strategy, but only curse can really capitalize, maybe Wartortle with withdraw, but that is slow and I'd prefer to boost an attacking stat... But anyways, Drowzee can Disable their preferred attack move and put them to sleep, then Gastly has another Hypnosis + Vulpix with Confuse Ray, mean. And Pineco has protect which is good for letting repetitive effects tick. Vulpix might be best out after disabling a team, since she comes with a 50% boost and can keep them from switching out to remove the disable/confusion.
>>29859375>>29859432"No, dad. For the last time, it is not 'dereliction of duty'!"You, Jenny, are about to blow a gasket. Your tiny apartment on the east side of Goldenrod City is a maelstrom of confusion and chaos. You're sitting on an old green sofa in the middle of a tiny room with ugly orange walls, looking for all the world more like a troll than a woman. Hunched forward and contorted into an odd shape, one hand tries to keep your foot still as another clips at your nails. Teddi-Bear, your Ursaring, is sitting beside you, quietly watching the television, set to mute at the moment. You're not really sure if he can read the closed-captioning, but he seems enthralled by his soaps. You snip, and a nail goes sailing off behind you and over the head of your Growlithe, Pip who's been making trips between here and your bedroom, grabbing supplies and snacks to bring along and stuffing them into your tote bag. Off somewhere behind you and to your left, Kitt's handling breakfast. You're not really enthused at the idea of a Poliwhirl fixing breakfast, but you ordered him not to use any appliances he didn't understand. The fire alarm hasn't gone off, so you think you're in the clear.Or it might just mean the fire alarm's broken too...But all of that noise isn't even the worst part. You were barely out of bed when Dad called, demanding to know what his daughter was doing entering a Pokemon tournament. And that's how you wound up hunched over on the couch, pantless, trying to get through your morning routine while negotiating with a grizzled old soldier who's got it in his head that there's only one career for his baby."Like heck it ain't!" The old man growls into your phone. He's not as angry as he sounds; he's just naturally unpleasant. "Far back as our family history goes, we've been men and women of the LAW! Your duty is to your city, not some frivolity like a... Pokemon Contest!"
"Tournament, Dad," you correct the phone resting between your chin and shoulder. "And besides, has it ever occurred to you that I LIKE being a Pokemon trainer?""Maybe so! But is it gonna put food on your table!" he retorts. You grimace. Old man's always been stubborn."Lots of Pokemon trainers are well-off, Dad. Rich, even!""Uh-huh. And how many League Championships do these 'Trainers' have under their belt? More than... zero?"You gulp. "...Yeah...""'S what I THOUGHT," he gloats. "Being a policewoman is a fine profession, and it's a greater service to the community than traveling across the countryside like some kinda dirty hippie."Oh, jeez, you don't have time for this.>1.) Wait out his lecture. He's still your father, so you can let him have this much.>2.) Him being your father doesn't mean squat. Keep arguing.>3.) Hang up. He can chew you out later, you have things to do.
>>29860046>4) Try to cut him off without just hanging up.Well, I'm already entered in THIS tournament, and I'm not just going to forfeit. I really need to finish getting ready. Always nice talking to you, buh bye now.
>>29860046>3.) Hang up. He can chew you out later, you have things to do.
>>29860123"Well, SORRY, Dad," you bark. "But I've already taken the week off to enter this tournament, so I can't exactly forfeit now. Now, I really need to finish getting ready.""Hold it, young lady, we are not done here--""Buh-bye!" you say in an inappropriately sweet voice, and hang up the phone. You grab a pillow off the couch, Teddi-Bear, leaning right to make sure he's not sitting on it, and you use it to muffle a scream. That old man's so set in his way, you think he must secretly be a Rock-type Pokemon. You set the pillow aside and stand up, feeling suddenly refreshed. Now, to finish getting ready.Step One: Pants. Simple.Step Two: Food. By the time you get back out of your room dressed, Kitt's placed a bowl of cereal on your tiny table. Not the heartiest meal, but what did you expect? He's a Pokemon, not a chef. You spoon down a few huge gulps of cereal, then chug the milk at the bottom of the bowl. A swipe of your arm gets the remainder off of your lip, and a huge belch rips while you stand up. The clock says 9:22. That's probably enough time for a side trip. But then again, you DO want to get a good seat. Three Pokeballs snag their inhabitants and pull them in before you dump them in the pocket on your tote.You remove the chain on the door, undo the latch, and unlock the lock and deadbolt. The door creaks inward, no longer held in place, and you step out into the dingy hallway on level fourteen of your apartment block. You swear, this place looks like a horror movie and smells like trash. You re-do all the locks from the outside and then march down the hall by your lonesome, wondering where you should head next.>1.) Head straight to the Stadium. Beat the crowd.>2.) Stop by the Department Store.>3.) Visit your buddies at the station.>4.) Head to the Sleeping Sunkern and see how Luke's doing.>5.) Do something else.
>>298604911. No distractions. We will win!
>>29860491How do Pokemon trainers get their money? I always assumed it was by capturing and selling wild Pokemon.
>>298604915) Something lewd.
>>29860586Beating the shit out of weaker trainers.
>>29860491>1.) Head straight to the Stadium. Beat the crowd.
>>29860634>>29860586That doesn't introduce wealth into the system though. Selling wild catches seems like it would work, but it is never broached and seems Rockety somehow. I've actually been thinking lately that Pokemon could be post-scarcity (obviously there are holes with this regarding canon), or perhaps so well-off that necessities like food are a non-issue. They can store living beings as energy and transport them via telecommunications, these beings are also magic in ways that make producing more food and acquiring and working materials easier. It's a weird setting.
>>29860634That's a closed system though. Trainers are only taking money from other trainers. If trainers are instead expected to go out and catch pokemon and sell them for domestic/industrial/commercial use things make some sense. You'd still need an explanation why everything hasn't been industrialized like fish farms, but we can handwave that with a combination of wild pokemon being somehow better than captive bred and laws prohibiting stuff.
>>29860785You could always get your pokemon to do some sort of labor.Or, if you're good enough, to take care of dangerous wild pokemon.
>>29860785Yeah economics make no damned sense in pokemon. Lets just go with selling wild pokemon. In fact, there is probably a pokemon ebay.
>>29860639>>29860564Right, you should definitely be right off! No distractions for this officer of the law! Or, well, you're technically not acting as an officer of the law right now. The point is, no distractions!You hustle out of your apartment building and mesh with the pedestrian crowds. The hustle and bustle of the city has always been a favorite of yours, and today is no exception. There's electricity running in the city today, you can feel it in your fingertips. All the chatter around you is focused on the tournament, and everyone's favorites to win. There's a few people talking about some kind of big Kalosian celebrity MCing the event. A few more are making rumblings about Pokemon disappearances out by the Lake of Rage. That catches your ear; you have a cousin working out there. You should catch up with her sometime and ask about it.The people make a wide berth as they head down the sidewalk past a single individual. An old woman is leaning heavily against her cane, her bespectacled eyes watching the traffic zoom by as she tries to find a chance to cross.Well, that's no good. Why isn't anyone helping that poor woman? She's clearly not going to get across on her own. Mm, but you might lose out on the good seats if you stop to help...>1.) You can't afford that. Keep going to the Stadium.>2.) How is that even a question?! Help that poor lady!
>>29861123>2.) How is that even a question?! Help that poor lady!
>>29861123The result here should surprise no one.
>>29861179You tap the old woman on the shoulder. "Excuse me, miss?" you say in a raised voice to conquer the din of the crowd. She cranes her neck around slowly to look at your face. Giving your friendliest smile you ask, "Are you trying to cross the road here?""Why, yes, I am!" she says."Would you like some help?""Oh, bless this old soul. You'd do that for me?" You nod and extend an arm for her to take without another question. She does so, and you take out a Pokeball. Teddi-Bear should be able to help here. "Come on out; traffic duty!""UUUUURSAA!" the bear roars as its Pokeball dumps it onto the street, the light on the crosswalk indicating it was time to move. Holding out arms in both directions, cars keep a wide berth of the humongous Pokemon. Gently, you guide the old woman into the street, and keep in time with her tiny, shaky steps. The light turns red at about the halfway point, but you're too far out to go back now. And it's not like anyone's going to challenge the Ursaring giving them surly looks. After what feels like an eternity, the lady's cane, and then her feet are on the opposite sidewalk, and you feel quite relieved for it to be so.The woman smiles so wide you'd think she saw an angel; she tips her hat to you. "Thank you so much, miss. It's so wonderful meeting someone who will take a little time out of their day for an elder.""Always happy to help!" you exclaim, saluting. As thanks, the woman puts 100 Pokedollars into your hands before turning around and heading off into the other direction at a leisurely pace. You cross your arms and nod, satisfied at another good deed done. Your dad always insisted you join the police; it was the chance to help people like this that made you agree.You head back down the street, quick in stride to make up for lost time. Dark alleys are carved between the buildings, and a few unfortunate souls drift around them. A pair of those souls cause you to pause.
"Hey," says one man, a muscular young punk with a thick beard and ruffled hair. He's greeting a companion, some red-haired guy in a bomber's jacket. "You guys done with your sweep?""Yep," says the other, puffing on a cigarette. "Been up and down the whole freakin' city. Ain't head nor hair of the kid, OR Subject Oberon... man, what a drag. This is such a waste of our time, don't you agree?""Ain't our place to question it, man," says the other in his simple tone. "We just gotta do what we're told. And right now boss says we're regrouping. Warehouse down by the docks is the meeting ground.""He still on edge?" asks the other."Oh, sheesh, yeah," the first guy confirms. "Our orders are to get the runaways, THEN hit the tourney. If we can't even do the first thing, whole mission's a bust. Zaik's throwing a fit. If it weren't orders I wouldn't go near him.""...But orders are orders... right?"They both sigh, and say, "Orders are orders." The ruffled guy waves to the other, into the alleyway. "Come on, man, I know a shortcut.""Yeah yeah, gimme a sec." The red haired one drops his cigarette to the pavement, crushing it beneath the tip of his shoe's sole, then quietly turns to follow the other into the alley. And that would have been the end of it, if it weren't for the patch on the arm of that bomber jacket.A red R.>1.) There's no way this isn't trouble. Follow them!>2.) I'm off-duty. Head to the Stadium.>3.) Maybe I could use backup... Call a friend.>4.) Do something else.
>>29861935>3.) Maybe I could use backup... Call a friend.
>>29861935Don't go in alone.
>>29861935>1.) There's no way this isn't trouble. Follow them!
>>29862341>>29862101You pull out your phone, lagging behind the two thugs as they go deeper into the underbelly of Goldenrod. You'll have to be quick about it. You can't go into this alone, so you'll have to draw from your wide range of contacts for support in this matter. The only problem...Is how there's only five contacts on your phone. "Oh no," you whisper. "How did this happen?" Your eyes frantically read off each name on the list.Dad.Jean, your co-worker.Luke.Mom.Mr. Tib, your boss.The phone vibrates in your trembling hands. "A-ah..." This can't be all of them, right? You're sure you remembered there being more numbers in here! You scroll up and down the list, fruitlessly, looking for a folder full of names that you clearly just missed. Nothing. Slowly, very slowly, the grim truth dawns on you...Everyone within twenty feet flinches and steps away as your fingers tear into your hair, and you scream. "OH, NOOOOO-HO-HO! I'M A... A LOSER!"Your knees give out, and hit the pavement roughly. Your face is a ghastly portrait of horror, only occasionally twitching and murmuring something fell between ragged breaths. People are beginning to cross the street to get away. Only five names...>1.) Call Mom, and ask how she could raise such a socially maladjusted freak.>2.) Call Luke, the kid you've only known a few days and is somehow one of your closest acquaintances oh god you're so pathetic.>3.) Call Jean even though he's at work and you just know he's going to yell at you for swamping him with paperwork.>4.) Call Mr. Tibbs and explain you're so starved for social interaction that your boss is your only option when you need help investigating what could be a crime in progress.>5.) Oh, just call 911 like a normal person. It's not like you have any "friends" that can help in the first place.>6.) Friends, huh? Well, who needs them?! Go after them yourself!
>>29862734>>3.) Call Jean even though he's at work and you just know he's going to yell at you for swamping him with paperwork.leave luke outta this
Rolled 84 - 10>>29862734>3.) Call Jean even though he's at work and you just know he's going to yell at you for swamping him with paperwork.Jean's a cop right? This is official business, damnit.
>>29862734>2.) Call Luke, the kid you've only known a few days and is somehow one of your closest acquaintances oh god you're so pathetic.
>>29862734You've have made the mistake that is always made and have decided to interrupt a tournament with some sort of illegal shenanigans. i hate that. It always happens. Always. Only once have i seen a tournament not be interrupted and that was the DBZ afterlife tournament.
>>29862929I'm sure other dragon ball tournaments went uninterrupted...
>>29862981Well the final one in Dragonball of Goku vs Piccalo wasn't technically interrupted but they kinda out fought the tournament and destroyed it. So kinda sorta maybe.
>>29862734Call Jean.>>29862929I mean, the Cell Games... Kind of were always about Cell, I guess?
>>29863264I don't see them as games when it is like that.more actual tournamentlike fighting and shit. like the original dragonball
>>29862929>>29863029There was also the time that Goku fought Jackie Chun. He turned into the ape, but I think they still gave Roshi the win, so it'd be official.>>29862886>>29862789"Oh, man." You pick yourself off the ground and dial Jean's number, holding the phone up to your ear. It's never anything good when you call Jean at work. You'll be surprised if he even picks up. You dumped a lot of work on him by skipping out on your shift for the best part of a week.There's a click, and a cheery voice responds from the other end. "Hey, this is Jean! May I ask who I'm speaking to?""It's, er, Jenny.""Oh, well in that case screw you!" Jean says without breaking stride. You try to protest, but a sarcastic cackle drowns out everything you try to say. "You've got nerve calling me today, J! I mean, I'm not even mad; I'm impressed!""Oh come on, Jean--""First you take a week's vacation and convince Tib to dump all your work on me. And now you call me to rub it in. Am I in the ballpark, you evil, evil woman?""Jean! I'm not even at the Stadium, right now, okay? This is--""Hold up! Holdupholdupholdup. You're not even THERE? You weasel your way out of your job to go do something, and then you don't do it? What kind of sadistic woman do you have to be to even do something like that, let alone rub in my face?"
"Jean, shut up a minute and listen." You raise your voice, and he quiets down. "Please, I'm calling because it's police business." Your finger idly curls a phone cord that doesn't exist around it. You can hear him sigh on the other end of the line."Well then why don't you just call the department like anybody else?""Um, you see... it MIGHT be police business."You can hear the smarm dripping from Jean as he repeats that. "'Might' be police business?""Yeah," you whisper, a little put down. "There were these two weird men talking about something. Something about trying to find some kid, and 'hitting the tournament.'" Jean is respectfully silent, for once, and lets you continue. "See, one of them had a patch on his jacket. A red 'R'."Jean pauses; then you hear him groan. "All right all right, you've convinced me. Do you know where they are?""They said something about a warehouse on the docks.""Well," he states matter-of-factly, "go to the docks then! I'll be there as quick as I can, okay? We'll check out your mystery men, and if you're lucky it won't even be a waste of my time. See you in a minute." The phone clicks as Jean hangs up on you. Pocketing the gadget, you pull your tote up over your shoulder and march into the alleyway. You have a lot of ground to cover if you're going to catch them.
...The Goldenrod docks have never been a pleasant place for you Everything smells too strongly of fish, and the birds congregate here in too large of numbers. Big freighters can be seen drifting in from the bay as you head down that way. At the bottom of the stairway you're taking you can see your friend waiting. Jean is a young man about your age, with swept blonde hair and a droopy, sarcastic looking face. He holds a hand up and signals as you approach. "Hey, Jen!" He and you both nod as you greet one another, and look to the docks. An abandoned road slopes down to the district, and any number of potential gathering places for seedier types."So, uh, Jenny. Any idea where these two mystery men of yours actually are?">1.) Not really. Let's just start looking in warehouses.>2.) Let me look and see... (1d100)>3.) Do something else.
Rolled 52>>29864097>2.) Let me look and see... (1d100)If this is to try and scope out something suspicious before beginning closer inspection of individual warehouses, then I'll go with that
Rolled 14>>29864097I am great at rolling dice and you will respect my greatness.
Rolled 91>>29864097>2.) Let me look and see... (1d100)
>>29864267>>29864191>>29864172You motion for Jean to follow as you head westward, and the pair of you head down into the less pleasant part of town. You're not too far off from the Goldenrod Tunnel's southwestern entrance from where you are. But luck is on your side, and you don't get two blocks before you've hit paydirt. You press Jean's stomach and get him up against the wall beside you as observe around a corner. At the end of a dark street is a large building. There's a small door off to the side as well as a larger metal door that is currently shut. In front of the smaller entrance is a burly man in leather, entertaining two guests. They're the men you eavesdropped on earlier, and they're exchanging words you can't hear from this distance.Jean is leaning over you, half his weight pressed down on your shoulder as he tries to get a look. "That them?" he whispers."That's them..." you shoot back, struggling beneath his weight at such an odd angle.The man nods to the two visitors, and opens the door for him. They step inside, and he shuts it once more. "Okay," your partner interjects. "So Mr. Tall Dark and Creeper is guarding something important. Just hazarding a guess. How do we get in?">1.) Just go up and ask him. Politeness never hurt anybody, right?>2.) Try to bluff him. Make him think you belong there. (1d100)>3.) Show him your badge. If he doesn't cooperate, just handcuff him and go in anyway.>4.) Maybe have Jean distract him with a Pokemon battle while you go in and investigate?>5.) Just charge straight at him, and go for the aggressive approach.>6.) See if Teddi-Bear can break through that bigger door.>7.) Ask Jean what he thinks.>8.) Try something else.
>>29864599Everyone's always up for a Pokemon battle! Surely Jean can hold his own while we sneak in.
>>29864599... I don't knoooow>8 Sneak around and look for a window or something where we can eavesdrop or get inside stealthily.>>29864749But somehow I feel this isn't like the games where the rocket goons are happy to fight you one by one when you are creeping around their operations.
>>29864599>3.) Show him your badge. If he doesn't cooperate, just handcuff him and go in anyway.Badge in one hand, pokeball in the other.
Rolled 14>>29864599>>2.) Try to bluff him. Make him think you belong there. (1d100)
>>29864995"Jean." You spin around and put your hands on your partner's cheeks, holding him absolutely still as you impart this next bit of information. "Whatever you do, just play it cool." His eyebrows raise in the manner any sane man's would when encountering madness."Jenny, I want you to be level with me. What the heck are you planning?""I told you: just play it cool. Act like you belong here." His eyes bug out."No! No, I will not play it cool, this is cra--" You grab him by the wrist and drag him out and around the corner with you, his face doing a quick shift into an almost natural grin as you approach the guard. His head tilts back to better size you up as you come close. Hm. You misjudged his size from a distance. You didn't realize he was a half and half taller than you. Or twice as wide."Uh, hey... man." You grin at him. He does not return the expression. "Just two more comin' through. Okay?""Two more eh?" he asks. "Boss didn't say nothing about two more. You in from Lake of Rage?""O-oh, yeah!" you say, trying to look nonchalant as you rub the back of your neck. "We just came in this morning, right, buddy?"Your elbow snipes Jean, and he perks right up and nods. "Oh yeah, absolutely! It's great to be down in Goldenrod; so much... warmer."The bouncer nods knowingly. "That it is. All right then, I'll let ya in. Just... one thing first." His eyebrow arches and he asks you, "What's the password?"You feel your skin blanch. Crap! What would someone like this use for a password?>1.) Prepare for trouble.>2.) Hail Giovanni.>3.) Red Gyrados.>4.) Oberon.>5.) Why don't you tell him the password, Jean?>6.) Ha ha, very funny. Just let us through.
>>29865327>>6.) Ha ha, very funny. Just let us through.
>>29865327>6.) Ha ha, very funny. Just let us through.
Rolled 37>>29865327>> 1.) Prepare for trouble.Make it double
>>29865327Passwords are pretty lame.
>>29865327Go through the list but play each one up like they are jokes, if none work then go with #6
>>29865400>>29865417>>29865480"Ha, funny." You tell him off. "Just let us through."The bouncer leans down and glares at you, but you manage to keep your cool and meet his gaze. A moment passes... and he leans back again, looking significantly more pleasant. "Yeah, all right, you can go through. Sorry about that; you wouldn't believe how many wannabes we get coming up here. Coming up with stupid code phrases like they think they're spies or something." He steps out of your way and pushes the door open. "Head on in. Head left at the turn, and it's the first room on your right."You and Jean thank him, and head on through. Both of you are rigid and quiet as the door shuts behind you, putting a healthy distance between you and the bouncer before you feel safe enough breathe again. Jean reacts even worse than you, collapsing against the wall and panting in terror."That was close," he tells you. "And more importantly, stupid! What's wrong with you?!""Hey, it worked, didn't it?" you tease. He can't find a response to that, and quiets down. The both of you reach the end of the hall, and see the turn that guy was talking about. Jean peeks out and looks down both ways. "It's clear," he whispers back to you. "But if this is really something illegal, we should probably split up and look for something we can make a case on. I say we each take a hall. What do you think?">1.) Yeah. You take the right hall, I'll go left.>2.) Yeah. I'll go right, you check out the left.>3.) No, we stick together. We'll head...
>>29865667>3.) No, we stick together. We'll head...DON'T SPLIT THE PARTY OH GOD MUH TRAUMASI mean, unless that is SOP. No, it isn't ostile territory, stick together... yeah...
>>29865667NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY
Rolled 20>>29865667>> 3.) No, we stick together. We'll head...left
>>29865667>3.) No, we stick together. We'll head...Left!
>>29865761>>29865821"I think that's crazy," you state. "Haven't you ever seen any movies, Jean? That's how people get killed.""This isn't a movie, dumba--""We're going left. End of story." Jean doesn't even bother trying to protest any more, and rolls his eyes as you go down the corner. The halls here are claustrophobic, small walls bearing in from every direction. Up ahead you can see the door the bouncer was talking about. You'd hoped to walk past it and come back later, but no dice. Someone steps out of the door and spots you. It's the redhead from before. He flashes a quick salute at you and saunters over. "Hey, hey! Bluto called ahead about you two; comrades from up at the Lake of Rage, eh? You're right on time, the both of you; conference is right about to start."He points at the door and leads you both through. "Guess I'll be the first to say it."The moment you're inside the room your blood runs cold. Over a dozen men and women are cooped up in this tiny, dark room without any windows. They're all watching you with passive, indifferent eyes as they slouch in their seats and lean against the walls. A projector is throwing up an image on the far wall of a young girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. But the man at the head of the room has your attention moreso. A giant looms over you, grinning like a restrained beast, the brim of a hat you never thought you'd see pulled over his head. The red "R" is emblazoned on the front."Welcome to Team Rocket."
Gonna call it a night here. Probably won't have another thread until next weekend, so until the take care, everybody. Follow me on Twitter if you'd like, and comment there or here about anything to do with the Quest. Thanks again for playing.
Rolled 45>>29866191Thank you for running
>>29866191Enjoy the rest of your week.
>>29866191Thanks for the thread, and see you next time time.