I really liked that Pokemon in the real world quest that was floating up here, but it died so I’m restarting it here. Hopefully that’s okay and, if not, this’ll get taken down real soon anyhow. Here we go!Approximately one year ago, there was a solar eclipse and, during that period of darkness, Pokemon appeared upon the Earth. It took only a small period of hysteria before people embraced the Pokemon and, within months, the first Pokemon Tournament was held in Tokyo, Japan. You are Andrew Gwan, a broke 18-year-old living with his mother in New York City. After graduating high school, you decided that your goal in life would be to become a Pokemon trainer and win the 2nd Annual Pokemon Tournament. After exploring the NYC sewer system, you found and captured a family of Rattata, a mother and two children: Momttata, Sonttata, and Dauttata. After the discouragement of losing your first two battles, you beat an old priest’s Whismur in a friendly match. After the match, you accepted the priest’s offer to teach you the secrets of Faith Healing your Pokemon through Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. 322 Days until the next tournament
>>4431665The priest, who has now introduced himself as Father Gary, makes polite small talk as you follow him away from Greenbelt Park and back onto the streets of Staten Island. It takes around half an hour to reach his church, Independent Korean Baptist. Once inside, he clarifies that Pokemon, like people, can be healed through the grace of Christ and promises that, by attending his Bible study, you can learn these powers.Despite Father Gary’s friendliness, your doubts about this whole thing have been growing – the weather is great today for fighting wild Pokemon and you’re uncertain how much you trust his claim that you can learn to heal Pokemon without going to a PokeCenter; still, you don’t have a Pokeball for Dauttata, so its worth a shot to find another way to heal her. What would you like to do?>Why did you come here to begin with? Politely refuse the Father and return to fighting people or Pokemon in a local park>You were basically raised in the Church. Accept Father Gary’s offer and come to a weekly Bible study; you only hope that it doesn’t conflict with your other Church group!>You were always skeptical about religion, but Pokemon appearing dispelled a lot of disbelief. It’s worth checking out Father Gary’s Bible study.
>>4431668>>You were always skeptical about religion, but Pokemon appearing dispelled a lot of disbelief. It’s worth checking out Father Gary’s Bible study.
>>4431668>You were always skeptical about religion, but Pokemon appearing dispelled a lot of disbelief. It’s worth checking out Father Gary’s Bible study.
>>4431668>>You were basically raised in the Church. Accept Father Gary’s offer and come to a weekly Bible study; you only hope that it doesn’t conflict with your other Church group!we are a good christian boy that loves Pokemon
>Money: $5.30>Pokeballs: Zero (0)You were always skeptical about religion, but Pokemon appearing dispelled a lot of disbelief. You decide that it’s worth checking out Father Gary’s Bible study.A smile breaks across the old man’s face and he tells you that it meets every Tuesday evening at the church. Fortunately, today is Tuesday and you’re only an hour early. Father Gary offers to spend that hour teaching you the skill of Laying on Hands. Although he says ‘teaching you the skill’, 50 minutes out of that hour have to be spent with your eyes glazing over as he recites scripture. Still, you really do feel something when you place your hands over Dauttata and recite psalms – like an heat coursing through your whole body! >Skill gained! Faith healing – 10HPYour brain is overloaded with Jesus by the time that Bible Study comes around, although, according to Father Gary, that’s the point. Father Gary introduces you to the group – all of them over 40 and not a Pokemon among them – and try not to fall asleep as they rattle off memorized quotes from a book you’ve never read. It is almost nightfall when the Bible study ends. Would you like to?>Go home, its late already and the city has only gotten more dangerous after dark>Try to fight some more Pokemon now that it’s night>Write in
>>4432053>Go home, its late already and the city has only gotten more dangerous after darkIt was a good idea but it became quite retarded at the end. Side note, are we a goblin or a normal human now?
>>4432053>Go home, its late already and the city has only gotten more dangerous after dark
>>4432075We are fully 100% human. Pokemon are real, but that's the only thing that's different.
The neighborhood you live in isn’t the best and the city can get kind of dangerous after the sun sets. You thank Father Gary for his time and promise to return next Tuesday, then rush home. You get home in time for dinner and avoid a scolding from your mother. For the first time in a number of days, you’re in bed at a reasonable hour, Momttata and her children curled up on the pillow beside your head. You get an early start the next day, making a big breakfast of eggs and bacon for yourself and your Pokemon and leaving enough on the stove for your mother when she gets up. There are 321 days left until the next tournament. What would you like to do today?>Go back to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Get a part-time job>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4432143>Get a part-time jobWe need money guys so getting a job can cover that and our mom will be proud of us. As I said multiple times in the first thread: get pokeball, go hospital, catch lampent. It’s a good mon.
>>4432143>Get a part-time jobLet's see if they are hiring at the pokecenter we can help heal some pokemons if needed or just be an assistant or something
>>4432143>Get a part-time job
>>4432136based and red-pilled thanks for picking this up>>4432143>Get a part-time joblook for one that is cool with our pokemon
You decide that, as much as you treasure you Rattata family, no one even qualified to the tournament with a Rattata. If you want to have a shot in Tokyo next year, you need to find some other Pokemon and to do that, you need Pokeballs, which means you need money, something you are devastatingly, hilariously low on. You resolve to head out to the nearest PokeCenter and see if they’re hiring.Nurse Joy, who appeared as mysteriously as the Pokemon themselves, greets you at the front desk and asks if you need your Pokemon healed, but her expression doesn’t change from that broad, casual smile when you instead ask for a job. “Sure thing!” she says, “PokeCenters are very busy, so we always need more janitors.” You ask if there is some other job here, one that has to do with healing Pokemon, like Joy does. She fixes you with a sort of odd, blank look: “You don’t handle the Pokemon.” You’re disappointed and more than a little bit weirded out, but a job is a job and now you get to spend three evenings a week, starting tonight, cleaning the bathrooms and warehouse of one of Staten Island’s PokeCenters. You have 8 or so hours until your first shift, what you would like to do before then.>Go back to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4433007>go home and get some sleep if you are going to be up all night cleaning you will need energy>cuddle with pokemon
>>4433041Support Also inform mom about it too
>>4433007>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon
Since you’ll be up past midnight with your new job at the PokeCenter, you decide to go home and take a nap. Your mother is at her own job, so you scribble a note to her on the fridge about your new job and why you’ll be home so late. Putting your pajamas back on, you take Momttata and Sonttata out of their Pokeballs so the whole family can curl up on your pillow. Your alarm gets you up a bit before 4PM so you can have something to eat before running off to your job. The job is entirely mopping floors, cleaning windows, and sweeping and 0% dealing with Pokemon, but Dauttata seems to have fun leaping around after you and Nurse Joy hands you a stack of crisp bills at the end of the night. It’s about 1AM by the time you get home and collapse into bed, your Rattatas settling down beside you.>$120 gained!You wake up a bit later than usual and mark off another day on the calendar – only 321 days left until the next tournament. What would you like to do before your shift tonight?>Go back to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4433545I forgot the name, but this is me. Official QM post, right here
>>4433545how much is it for a pokeball? $300 or what?
>>4433594Yeah, Pokeballs cost 300 clams. On that note, since it is a long time until the tournament, if you ever want to set behavior for a couple of days (e.g., work the three days until we have enough for a Pokeball), just put that down, I'm open to however you guys want to play this one.
>>4433698good to know, >>4433545>Go out in the neighborhood and find some quick jobs to complete for some extra cash
>>4433719support, not a second job, but odd one off jobs we can do
As nice as it was to get a job at the PokeCenter, you’re barely making enough to afford a Pokeball every week, let alone help mother out with rent or groceries. You decide that you need to start making some money on the side. Not another job – that wouldn’t leave you with enough time to become the best there ever was! – but some side gig or odd job you can do. Mother suggests finding a street flyer or looking through the classifieds, but you can’t remember having seen either of those in your entire life outside of movies… still it does give you an idea. You open up Craigslist and scroll through the ‘jobs’ postings. It is the usual mix of actual jobs – not gigs and most asking for more years of experience than you’ve been alive for – ‘modeling’ gigs as a cover for pornography, and obvious scams. But there is one ad that catches your interest:>Pokemon trainer wanted. No qualifications necessary. Discretion is a must.It is followed by a telephone number, no other information. You call the number and it rings for several minutes before a man picks up on the other end. “Ho, what you want?!”You stumble through an explanation about the ad and Craigslist and that you’re a Pokemon trainer. At the end, you remember the ad and tact on that you’re ‘very discrete’.There is another extended pause from the phone and what sounds like shouting in the background. Then the man returns: “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sounds good, kiddo. You’re our man for the job. All I needs you to do is go to 171 Ravenna Street and pick up a package, tell ‘em Vinny sent ya. Once you gots it, go to the Saint George bus terminal and wait for the number 44. Someone will get it and you’ll get a fat 200 smackaroos for your trouble and whatnot, capeesh?” You’re not entirely sure you can trust the ad and the conversation has only made your more suspicious. Still, $200 just for delivering a package is nothing to sneeze at. Do you accept the job?>yes>no>write in
>>4434579>yesFuck it, we can just say we didn’t know what was in the package and we needed the money to the police.
>>4434579>>yes>>make the determination that the less you know about all of this, the better.
You decide that this is an offer you can’t refuse and promise the man on the phone that you’ll get over to Ravenna Street ASAP. Dauttata clambers onto your shoulder and you head across town to get the package, telling no one – discretion, remember? 171 Ravenna Street is a run-down clapboard house in a neighborhood of the same. When you ring the doorbell, a squat balding man in a wifebeater quickly opens the door. “Wadda you want?”The smell of the man’s cologne hits you straight in the face and you cough a little. Seeing that his beady eyes on still locked on you, you suppress another cough and tell him that ‘Vinny sent you’. The little man nods and disappears back inside. He returns in another moment with a toaster-sized cardboard box. He hands it to you, then wordlessly disappears back inside. The smell of his cologne lingers.It takes around hour or so walk to St. George’s bus terminal and, along the way, the box has given a number of distinctly un-box-like tremors that make you think something is alive in there. When you do arrive, you find the platform for the number 44 bus and sit down to wait. It is only a few minutes before another man with thick cologne, this one in a tracksuit, sits down next to you and says, “So, I hears yous got a package from Vinny?”You slowly nod and pass the package to him. He takes it in his laps, then reaches into the tracksuit and pulls out a cigarette. As he lights it, you can’t help noticing he is directly beneath the terminal’s ‘no smoking’ sign. He begins talking, presumably to you, but facing forward:“Good job kid, I like the hustle. The box didn’t, eh, cause ya any problems now, did it?”Deciding that, with the emphasis that the ad put on discretion, it would be better to not tell him about the shaking, you answer no. Turning to face him, you say “The less I know about the box the better. I’m just here for the 200 dollars.”Continuing to stare ahead, not at you, you raises his hands and lets out, “Eh! Ho! Mr. Discretion over here!” He reaching into the folds of the tracksuit again and pulls out an envelope that he hands to you: “Pleasure working with you kid; you got real tight lips. Need more guys I can trust like that. You ever feel like making some more money, we’ll call ya. Always a job for a guy with, eh…, discretion.”With that, he hops on the newly arrived 44 bus line and you’re alone on the bench with 200 dollars, cash. >$200 gained! >Total cash: $325.30Is there anything else you’d like to do before your shift begins in the evening?>Go back to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4434823>>Go back to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers, don't put up any money.>>Whatever this was it is clearly bad news and you want nothing more to do with it.>>give your own pokemon a hug and try not to think about the implication of what went down here.
>>4434823>>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon
>>4434844+1 Also make sure to buy a poke ball with our money and keep it for when we leave our shift. I got an idea.
>>4434823>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon
You get out of the St. George bus terminal as quickly as you can, holding Dauttata tight to your chest and trying not to think about what you might have been involved in. That $200 is a real opportunity for you, though, and you rush to the nearest PokeMart and hand over $300 for another Pokeball. >Money: $25.30>Pokeballs: One (1)There are still a good number of hours before your shift starts, so you head on over to Greenbelt Park to fight some more trainers. You take a look at who is there today and decide to fight:>an old man with a shapeless fisherman’s hat and a Pokemon in the nearby pond>a teenager with a Caterpie>a woman with a PidgeyDo you want to bet money on the fight (yes/no) and, if so, how much?
>>4435315>a teenager with a Caterpie
>>4435315>a teenager with a CaterpieMomtatta can handle that. Here is the plan with the pokéball I mentioned earlier, we wait until our shift is done and by that time it will be around 1. We go to the local hospital and catch a lampent. I read the Pokédex and I will not stop.
>>4435315>>a teenager with a Caterpieno money, we still need to train up out pokemon first
You go up to the young man with the Caterpie, he looks like he’s just a bit younger than you. He looks up as you approach him and picks his Caterpie up off the ground. You ask if he wants to fight and, after a moment of confusion when he appears to think about human fighting rather than Pokemon, gleefully accepts your offer. He sets the Caterpie back down on the ground. You call Momttata out of her Pokeball and set her down across a small patch of dirt. Fortunately, this part of the park is covered with garbage, which should make Momttata feel comfortable. What do you have Momttata do?>Wait for Caterpie to act>Attack with Headbutt>Attack with Tackle>Attack with Sand Attack>write in
>>4435870>have Momttata go in for a first strike Tackle
>>4435870>Attack with Tackle
Okay, roll a d100 for the attack
Rolled 40 (1d100)>>4435870>Attack with Sand Attack
Thanks to the anon who rolled. I should probably go over the mechanics at this point, so that people know what rolls are happening. Pokemon is pretty nice in that there are already stats (HP, Attack, Speed, etc.) that I'll be using in the game. Most combat will be based around either Attack and Defense or Special Attack and Special Defense. The rolls are out of the maximum score, so our Momttata has 32 attack, meaning we role a d32 for her. Damage is calculated based on the difference between the attack roll and the defense roll. I'll be rolling for the Caterpie. Since our gal Momttata got a higher Speed roll than the Caterpie, we go first. It'll be our Attack roll (out of the max attack score) against the Caterpie's defense roll (out of its max defense score).So, now that that is all squared away, could I please have a roll from a d32 for our Momttata's attack?
Rolled 24 (1d32)>>4436022As you wish QM, let’s destroy this caterpillar
Rolled 3 (1d32)>>4436022
Rolled 7 (1d32)>>4436022no problems qm
>>4436074>Momttata rolled 24!> Caterpie rolled 5!Momttata locks her eyes on the Caterpie in front of her and immediately tenses. It seems like being face to face with a bug has triggered some kind of primal instinct in her. On your signal, she lunges forward and tackles the Caterpie. The force of her attack pushes the Caterpie back several feet and she lands on top of it, holding its face in her claws. The Caterpie tries to shake Momttata off its back and onto the ground!>please roll a d21 for Momttata’s defense
>>4436076>>4436078And I'm going to keep your rolls for Momttata's next attack, so the quest can go through combat more rapidly.
Rolled 2 (1d21)>>4436121
Rolled 10 (1d21)>>4436121
>>4436124>Momttata rolled 2!>Caterpie rolled 6!The other trainer’s Caterpie manages to convulse with enough force that, even with her claws, Momttata cannot hold on and is thrown off onto the ground below. She quickly gets up and dusts herself off for another attack.>Attack with Headbutt>Attack with Tackle>Attack with Sand Attack>write in
Rolled 2 (1d21)>>4436121>>4436123ok, but only if rolls take longer to come
>>4436131>Attack with Headbutt
>>4436132Yeah, sure. I'm fine with that. Then please roll a d32 for Momttata's attack and, if there isn't one after a while, I'll use an old roll.
Rolled 17 (1d32)>>4436142
Rolled 22 (1d32)>>4436142
>Momttata rolled 17!>Caterpie rolled 12!Momttata briefly backs up on her haunches and then, at the distance of less than a foot, slams her head into the flank of the Caterpie still writhing on the ground. It wheezes slightly – you don’t know Caterpie could wheeze – and its abdomen pulsates oddly. It shoots a strand of webbing at Momttata!>please roll a d23 for Momttata’s Special Defense
Rolled 12 (1d23)>>4436158
Rolled 11 (1d23)>>4436158
>>4436182>Momttata rolled 12!>Caterpie rolled 6!Your Ratttata senses that odd change in the Caterpie well before you do and leaps clear of the sticky strand where her tail used to be. She wheels back around to face the Caterpie and readies herself for another attack. >Attack with Headbutt>Attack with Tackle>Attack with Sand Attack>write inAnd please, roll a d32 for Momttata’s attack.
Rolled 23 (1d32)>>4436197>Attack with Headbutt
Rolled 20 (1d32)>>4436197>Attack with Tackle
I have work in the morning and have to call it a night. If there isn't a tie-breaking vote when I wake up, I'll flip a coin to decide which attack Momttata does.
Rolled 7 (1d32)>>4436197>Headbutt
>>4436200>Momttata rolled 23!>Caterpie rolled 13!Momttata takes off at a run toward the Caterpie, still lying on its side, and again slams the crown of her skull into it, pushing it back across the patch of bare dirt. The Caterpie is flipped over by the impact and stops moving. “Caterpie!” The bug trainer runs over and grabs it off the ground. He raises his face to look at you: “Darn it, I thought I had a chance against you; everyone else has a Pidgey and my bug Pokemon don’t stand a chance. If you can still beat me like you did, that Rattata must be something strong!” You take the compliment and tell him a little bit about your Rattata. At this point Momttata has calmed down and is preening herself in your arms, evidently proud of her victory. You give her a little stick of carrot you’ve been carrying around as a reward and Dauttata jumps down from your shoulders to share the treat. You decide to complete the family moment and let Sonttata out from his Pokeball to share. >Momttata advanced to Level 5!There isn’t really enough time to do anything else before your shift, so you continue hanging out at the park with your Rattata family until its time to go to work. It passes uneventfully and Nurse Joy hands you another stack of crisp bills for your trouble. >$120 gained!Is there anything you’d like to do before heading to bed?>Nah, just go to sleep>Search for wild Pokemon (where?)>Buy something at the PokeMart>write it
>>4436472>Search for wild Pokemon at the Hospital Lampent nowIt’s the best championship tier mon I know dwells in cities
>>4436472>workout with your pokemon, a strong body will help us and we can train out pokemon at the same time.
>Money: $145.30>Pokeballs: One (1)As much as you love your Rattata family – and you do love them – you’re never going to win the tournament without more powerful Pokemon. A Pidgey or a Caterpie or a Grimer (the East River is full of them) isn’t going to cut it either, though. You head out to Staten Island University Hospital to see if there are any ghost-type Pokemon hanging around the sick beds. Normally doctors try to keep them away, but the problem is still too recent for people to have really done anything about it. Upon entering the hospital, you put on the best show you can of pretending to know where you’re going and make your way through the labyrinthine corridors of the hospitals, keeping an eye out for Pokemon. It seems like the staff must have a few Pokemon on patrol because there are no Pokemon you can see, that is, until you find your way to the basement. You didn’t even mean to come this far down the stairwell, but now you’re here and floating slightly off the ground in front of you is a Litwick. You’re not sure how strong it is, but there is no way you could take on a fully-developed Lampent with your current, so this might be your best shot. Do you fight the Litwick?>No>Yes (what Pokemon do you use?)
>>4436725>>Yes (what Pokemon do you use?)Momttata
>>4436748Support We are gonna get this mon
You’re not going to let this opportunity get away! You grab your Pokeball and release Momttata. She looks expectantly around the room and then up at you – its almost like she can’t see the Litwick… The Litwick’s reaction is just as odd. Whereas the other wild Pokemon you’ve found have been itching to fight, it just floats slightly off the floor, oblivious to both you and your Rattata. That’s fine, it just gives you the element of surprise…What attack should Momttata use?>>Attack with Headbutt>Attack with Tackle>Attack with Sand Attack>Screw attacking it, throw your Pokeball>write inIf you decide to attack, please roll a d54 for Momttata’s attack I feel like I should share some other mechanics that might not be clear. I kept Pokemon types from the games, so as a normal-type and a ghost-type, there actually isn’t much that Litwick and Rattata can do to hurt each other since both are immune to the other’s attack type. Don’t let that discourage you, though! You’re trying to capture this Pokemon, not necessarily defeat it in battle and you can throw the Pokeball and try to capture it at any time. The problem with this is, of course, that the Pokeball might not work and, if the Pokemon escapes, that Pokeball is ruined and you’re out a $300 investment. Also, since this is a fight against a wild Pokemon, not a formal battle, feel free to use more than one Pokemon. If you want Sonttata and Dauttata out here, call them out.
Rolled 34 (1d54)>>4436812>Attack with Sand AttackIf I remember correctly physical attacks won't work so let's do this
Rolled 20, 15, 50 = 85 (3d54)>>4436812>Send out all 3 rattatas and use sand attack Can we capture the litwick while it’s fainted?
>>4436852I know you can't do that in the Pokemon games, but I see no reason why not.
>>4436855That makes this easier. It’s probably to add more difficulty. In every other poké media though they allow it.
Attacking a ghost-type Pokemon using normal-type Pokemon, you really got yourself into a bind this time, but, still, you refuse to let an opportunity as good as this Litwick pass you by. Besides that, you have a plan.You instruct Momttata to start kicking up sand and dust at the enemy. She looks around in confusion – right! She can’t sense the Litwick – but with your coaching does start kicking up dust and directing it in the direction of the Litwick. You take Dauttata out of your pocket and let Sonttata out of his Pokeball, putting them both on the ground next to their mother and instructing them to kick up dirt in the same direction. Together they are raining a storm of dust down on the Litwick.>Momttata rolled 34!>Litwick rolled 10!>Sonttata rolled 20!>Litwick rolled 15!>Dauttata rolled 15!>Litwick rolled 72!The Litwick panics as it is suddenly caught up in a storm of debris and greyish dust from the stairs. It still does not seem to recognize the Rattata as a potential threat, but, in its frantic state, it lets off a thick, oily vapor from its flame. >Litwick’s Smog missed!Fortunately for you, the mini dust storm your Rattatas are generating pushes the smoke in a different direction. What would you like to do next? (You can assign different actions to different Pokemon)>Attack with Headbutt>Attack with Tackle>Attack with Sand Attack>Throw your Pokeball>write in
>>4436893>Attack with Sand AttackI more before throwing
Rolled 54, 41, 25 = 120 (3d54)>>4436893>>4437008forgot to roll
Rolled 44, 18, 28 = 90 (3d54)>>4436933support as well
>>4436893QM flake time?
>Momttata rolled 54!>Litwick rolled 22!>Sonttata rolled 41!>Litwick rolled 71!>Dauttata rolled 25!>Litwick rolled 81!You order your Rattata family to keep up the shower of dust and they, true to their burrowing instincts, keep it up. Unfortunately, the younger ones don’t seem to understand your insistence on focusing the dust on that one thing-that-they-can’t-see. One Momttata keeps up her shower focus on the Litwick. It seems more than enough, however, as the Litwick is actively confused. It tries letting off more smoke, but again, far away from your Rattata family.>Litwick’s Smog missed!What would you like to do next? (You can assign different actions to different Pokemon)>Attack with Headbutt (roll d54 for Momttata, d23 for Sonttata or Dauttata)>Attack with Tackle (roll d54 for Momttata, d23 for Sonttata or Dauttata)>Attack with Sand Attack (roll d54 for Momttata, d10 for Sonttata, and d12 for Dauttata)>Throw your Pokeball (roll d100)>write in Sorry for the break in posting. Your QM had a huge work assignment over the weekend
Rolled 78 (1d100)>>4440187>Throw your Pokeball (roll d100)Ok QM, but try to give us a sign next time :p
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>4440187>Throw your Pokeball (roll d100)
>>4440226Yeah, I think we caught it.
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>4440187>>Throw your Pokeball (roll d100)
Squinting your eyes to over any dust interfering with your aim, you follow the panicking Litwick’s irregular motion and, when the time is just right, lob your Pokeball at the thing. It hits it dead on and the opens as the Litwick gets sucked inside. The ball lies still on the dust-strewn concrete floor. Then it begins shaking. You hold your breath; the wobbling goes on for maybe half a minute and then, finally, stops. Calling back your Rattatas, you retrieve the Pokeball and your new Litwick.>You caught a Litwick!It has been a long night and, if you don’t want to be completely trashed come morning, you need to get back to bed. You make your way back through the hospital, eventually finding the exit and walk home, sneaking your way over the creaky floor of your apartment. You sleep well, your Rattata family, still slightly dusty, curled up on the pillow beside your head.By the time you wake up the next day it is past noon and you’re alone in the apartment. You only have a few hours before your shift starts, but there is nothing against making full use of it. After all, there are only 320 days until the next Tournament.What would you like to do today?>Go to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Work out with your Pokemon>Write in
>>4440885>Work out with your PokemonSome trainging, knowing and understanding the mons better
>>4440885>Work out with your Pokemon
>>4440885>Work out with your PokemonAlso what moveset does our lit wick know?
>>4440885>>4440923Are there some pokelogists? Scientists who research pokemon? Or just people "know that after X they pokemon Y knows move Z"?
>>4440885>>Work out with your Pokemon
You decide to spend what little time you have today working out with your Pokemon and doing a bit of at-home training. You’ve never been the athletic type and New York doesn’t give you a lot of chances to do anything besides walk, but its time to change all that. Being a Pokemon trainer takes some endurance after all and, right now, you’re at about nil. You let your Rattatas out of their Pokeballs and gather them around you to train. You begin with push-ups. You’re not sure if that’s a tough exercise for a Pokemon or not, but they’re certainly doing much better than you are – less than 10 and you’re winded; fuck, you’re out of shape! Sit-ups don’t go much better, but… um… something, something, you have to do it every day. Either way, your Rattatas seem to be having a great time. Maybe now would be a good time to introduce them to the Ltiwick. You grab the Pokeball and let your Litwick out into the world.>What would you like to name your Litwick?It takes several seconds of staring at the group on your floor to realize that neither your Litwick nor the Rattatas can see one another. Okay, well, so much for super-best-friendship, but that’s not going to stop you from training. You set out a piece of cardboard and order Litwick to attack. You note down all of Litwick’s reaction – screaming at it, releasing noxious fumes that force you to open a window, sending out small flames that you quickly rush to put out – and determine that its current move set is Astonish, Smog, and Ember. Your morning training gives you just enough time to hope in the shower and rush off to work, Dauttata around your neck. You are around 6 hours into your shift when you get a phone call. You know that you’re not supposed to answer your phone on shift, but you’re a janitor and no one is around anyway. You accept the call and hear a familiar voice on the other end:“Ey, Mr. Discretion, how’s it going along? Don’t answer, no time to chat. Look, we got another job for ya. You in or what?”How do you respond?>Yes>No, I’m not interested>No, I’m at work>write in
>>4440927Good question anon.I just had you try out moves, but there are people who will know what moves different Pokemon can try. That information is out there and you can try and see what moves your Pokemon are strong enough to learn.Also, Pokelogists are definitely a thing, probably worth checking out one of the universities.
Name him Gasper>>4441202>No, I’m at workLet’s not go ditching this job just because the other service pays higher
>>4441202>No, I’m at work
>>4441202>>No, I’m not interestedgetting deeper involved with this is a terrible idea
You honestly never expected to hear from these people again; I mean, that was the point of the whole ‘discretion is a must’ bit, right? But here they are, calling you close to midnight. After recovering from your first shock, you tell the voice on the other end that you’re at work and can’t do anything for them right now.The voice at the other end scoffs: “Work. He’s at work he says.” You the phone being set down and, most distantly, someone shout, “Hey, Louie! Get a load of this: He’s says he’s ‘at work’!” The voice returns to the phone and sneers at you, “Oh yeah, you little punk. Work where?”Straightening yourself up – although he, obviously, cannot see you – you politely and firmly respond that you work at a PokeCenter and cannot leave work early. At this, there is a silence on the other end… Finally, he talks again: “PokeCenter, you say?” You already feel like you regret giving out that piece of information, it’s just you don’t like having your integrity questioned like that is all. The phone line is live again, “Hey kid, listen up. I think it’s mighty interesting yous workings at a PokeCenter and all. I would be awful glad to hear about what an interesting experience you got and what-not. How about, you come on overs to Mary’s, the Italian place on Monahan Avenue, at 11 AM, tomorrows, and tell us about your experience workings at that there PokeCenter. Trust me, food’s great and, uh… I think that you probably deserve a little something for contributing your experiences to such interested parties.”You can’t tell if he’s being ironic or not. Like, honestly, its very difficult to tell. But the offer of money sounded real and the original ad did ask for Pokemon trainers, so maybe someone there does have an interest. You don’t get a chance to answer; the line suddenly goes dead. I guess you’ll just have to decide later.You barely notice the next two hours; the phone call is still playing through your mind. At the end of the day, you collect your $120 from Nurse Joy and walk out into the street. >$120 gained!Is there anything you’d like to do before heading to bed?>Nah, just go to sleep>Search for wild Pokemon (where?)>Buy something at the PokeMart>write it
>>4441569>Nah, just go to sleepwe are never going to communicate with these guys ever again
>>4441569>Nah, just go to sleep
>>4441569>>Nah, just go to sleep>>4441575>we are never going to communicate with these guys ever againI would like to agree, but you guys voted to tell them we where at work as the reason we couldn't make the job, not that we wanted out. frankly, at this stage I don't know if we can, refuse.
You’re still a bit burnt out from the adventures in the hospital last night, so you decide to call it a day and head straight to bed. You awake, refreshed and with an entirely free day ahead of you. >Money: $265.30>Pokeballs: Zero (0)>319 Days until the TournamentYou actually have two decisions ahead of you today, one of which is looming over your mind like a storm cloud. Are you going to go to lunch at Mary’s at 11AM or are you going to refuse the offer?>Go to Mary’s for your 11AM lunch>Don’t go to Mary’s>Contact someone for advice (who?)>write inHowever, regardless of your decision, you still have some time before 11AM and a whole day after it. What would you like to do today?>Go to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Work out with your Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4442334>Go to Mary’s for your 11AM lunchYes, I know it is MAFIA BUT at least we can listen to them and try (or not) to explain that we only needed to make a quick $ (I know it will not work for them..)>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon
>>4442334>Don’t go to Mary’sFuck the mob they don’t know where we live, I think>Try to find and fight wild PokemonBug Pokémon to be specific, we can train up our litwick by spamming ember.
>>4442334>>Don’t go to Mary’s>Work out with your Pokemon
>>4442334>Go to Mary’s for your 11AM lunch>Go to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers
I'll put it like this if we go for the mob route then we are staying on the mob route because once we are in it there is no getting out of it. So unless you want to end up jailed or dead in a job gone wrong. we need to stay clear of the mob.
>>4442605I just wanna talk to them, no need to compromise
Rolled 1 (1d2)This has been up for a while and people are still divided, so I'm going to flip a coin for whether or not we go to Mary's for lunch.1 for Mary's2 for not going to Mary's
You decide to head over to Mary’s Italian Restaurant and see what the strange men want, plus you have a feeling that this is one of those offers you can’t refuse. You have some time before the meeting, so you decide to go out and try to fight some Pokemon to train up for new Litwick, Gaspar. Pokemon are all over new NYC, but you’ve got your heart set on fighting more Bug Pokemon, so its back to Greenbelt Park for you. After pushing into the underbrush away from one of the paths, you encounter a small bundle of trash. Now, this isn’t uncommon – much of the park is covered with trash – but this bundle has eyes and seems to be shaking in anticipation. Do you want to fight Burmy?If yes, which Pokemon(s) would you like to use?
>>4442712Yes and send out Litwick
>>4442740support>>4442625You sweat summer child
You pull out a Pokeball and release your new Litwick onto the damp leaf pile next to the Burmy. The Burmy’s little grubby eyes are locked on Litwick, but it isn’t doing anything at the moment. Looks like you have the first move. What do you direct Litwick to do?>Smog (roll d94)>Astonish (roll d41)>Ember (roll d94)>Wait for the Burmy to make a move
Rolled 21 (1d41)>>4442810>Astonish (roll d41)
Rolled 13 (1d94)>>4442810>Ember (roll d94)
>Gaspar rolled 21!>Burmy used Protect!For a moment, the two Pokemon stare down at each other, then, all at once, your Litwick’s face disappears. Like, just up and vanishes, leaving the Burmy staring at a regular candle. You nearly jump out of your skin when, the next second, Gaspar’s face reemerges and lets out a horrific, high-pitched shriek. The Burmy, however, tucks its face away inside a layer of garbage, again leaving your Litwick with the initiative.What do you direct Litwick to do?>Smog (roll d94)>Astonish (roll d41)>Ember (roll d94)>Wait for the Burmy to make a move
Rolled 71 (1d94)>>4442868>Ember (roll d94)
Rolled 1 (1d94)>>4442868>Ember (roll d94)
>>4442868>>Ember (roll d94)
>Gaspar rolled 71!>Burmy used Protect (failed)!>Burmy rolled 4!This time, you instruct your Litwick to attack more directly, with fire. Gaspar puffs up the ghostly-white flame on the top of its head and, as he does so, little lashes of burning-hot fire fly out and beginning eating up the leaves around the Burmy. Soon, the trash covering the Burmy catches too, letting out a horrid stench. The Burmy remains tucked inside its burning trash cacoon, leaving Gaspar able to act.What do you direct Gaspar to do?>Smog (roll d94)>Astonish (roll d41)>Ember (roll d94)>Wait for the Burmy to make a move
Rolled 50 (1d94)>>4443102>Ember (roll d94)
Rolled 41 (1d94)>>4443102>Smog (roll d94)
>>4443133Support But let’s try not to cause a giant fire
>>4443199roll as well my dude
Rolled 23 (1d94)>>4443102>>4443206Aight
>Gaspar rolled 50!>Burmy rolled 31!You goad on Gaspar, urging him to direct more and more of his ghostly flames towards the acrid-smelling pile of burning garbage in which the Burmy is hiding. All at once, the flames vanish into thin air, leaving behind only burned leaves and trash. The flame on Gaspar’s head, however, has gotten brighter and continues to glow a blinding white. You know that Gaspar, as a Litwick, feeds on the life energies of other Pokemon, but, still, it is a little disturbing to watch knowing that vital essence is being drained out of something living in that heap of trash. You call Gaspar back to his Pokeball.>Gaspar advanced to Level 10!An alarm goes off on your phone: Oh shoot! The lunch at Mary’s starts in half an hour, so you’d better hustle if you don’t want to keep these ‘interested persons’ waiting. You get to Mary’s Restaurant a few minutes early and, just peering through the window, you see that any issues you might have imagined about identifying your mysterious hosts were misplaced: occupying a prominent booth in the center of the restaurant are a group of men in tracksuits, gold chains, and heavily-greased hair. A bell tinkles as you enter, but the group of men don’t even look up until you, slender and under 6 foot, are standing awkwardly at the edge of the booth. One of them catches your eye and loudly says, “Fellas, look! It’s Mr. Discretion himself! Come on and have yourself a seat down there, over here,” and gestures to an open spot on the right bench. The men quiet down a bit and the same man introduces himself as Tony and explains that, as Pokemon enthusiasts themselves, he and his friends are interested in the workings of a PokeCenter and would be obliged if you’d tell them a bit about it. At ‘obliged’, one of the other men reaches into his tracksuit, pulls out another envelope bristling with bills and sets it down on the table. What would you like to tell them?>Nothing, just get up and leave>Tell them about your job, but keep it vague>Answer whatever questions they ask>write in
>>4443466Forgot my stamp again, this is Pokemon QM
>>4443466>Answer whatever questions they askJust be truthful and hopefully we don’t get hurt.
>>4443466>Answer whatever questions they askAfter this tell them that we arent interested in any more work from them
>>4443466>Tell them about your job, but keep it vague
>>4443466>Answer whatever questions they askWe're just a janitor, we don't know shit.
Stuttering a bit at first, you talk about what PokeCenters do and your job there. As you talk about being a janitor, you can see their eyes collectively glaze over – so much for being interested persons. After you are done, Tony flaps his hand in the air and says, “Oh, yeah, uh, fascinating. Thanks kid. Hey, when you were, eh, doing all these interesting things, do you happen to get a sense of how the place is laid out? Sal over here is an architect, right Sal?” At this a fat man at the far end from you lets out a low harrumph. You make a sketch of the building and the rooms, as you remember them. The other questions are equally odd: they ask you a lot about doors, Nurse Joy’s location, the warehouse, and how many people are in the building at certain hours. All in all, it adds up to a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. You are glad when the questioning ends.Clapping his hands together, Tony looks you in the eye and says, “Thank you, again, for your time. I know it was certainly most, eh, illuminating to myself and my fellow Pokeman enthusiasts over here.” Grabbing the envelope from the edge of the table, he slides it toward you and says, “Here’s a little token of our gratitude.” Now this is bad. You know that something isn’t right here, hasn’t been right the whole time. You push the envelope away, back toward Tony and his friends: “Sorry. I appreciate this, but this was just a friendly conversation, that’s all. I’m not interested in any more work from you.”Surprisingly, it works. Tony looks miffed and you hear grumbling from elsewhere on the table, but Tony throws up his hands and says, “Fine by me kiddo, you do you. Just, eh, remember Mr. Gwan that these ‘friendly conversations’ remains strict confidential, capeesh?” Thinking you got away unscathered from a pretty dangerous situation, you hurriedly nod and remove yourself from the restaurant. Its still pretty early in the day. What would you like to do during the rest of it? >Go to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Work out with your Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4444051>Go to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainersFind ones that use bug types or grass types. Also do we have a drivers licence and some vehicle to use?
>>4444051Another question: do TMs and stones exist because we need a stone to get Chandelure and all of his good moves are TMs
>>4444051>Go to Greenbelt Park and fight more trainers
>>4444069>>4444083Good questions, anon.Firstly: no, sadly as a resident of New York City, we have neither a driver's license nor a car. Additionally, we have only a vague idea of how to operate a motor vehicle, having only kind of driven once when we visited cousins in Tenafly, New Jersey. Stones do exist in this world and, depending on the stone, can be a rare or common commodity. You still need a Dusk Stone to evolve to Chandelure and will have to worry about getting that at some point, either through purchase or exploration.I'm doing moves a bit differently to match the anime more than the games, but TMs will still be a thing. It with either be an item or an opportunity to learn a new move that your Pokemon would not otherwise know.
You compulsively look back over your shoulder as you get further and further from the restaurant. To his credit, Tony seemed pretty chill about letting you go, but there is something paranoid in you and you keep looking for the black van to swoop in and take you away. You reach Greenbelt Park, not even fully aware of where your feet were taking you, and no van has yet materialized. Even if not consciously, Greenbelt Park is where you want to spent the rest of the day, though, testing our strength against other trainers. Which trainer would you like to challenge?>an old man with a shapeless fisherman’s hat and a Pokemon in a nearby pond>a woman with a Pidgey>a woman with a SeedotWould you like to bet money and, if so, how much?>Yes (amount)>No
>>4444174>a woman with a Seedot>Yes ($20) When is the closest day we don’t have work? I have an idea to get us a good mon and it requires us to get a bus ride to somewhere close that has a beach with caves.
>>4444174>a woman with a SeedotHow much money do we have ?
>>4444189supportwow we made it out
>Money: $265.30You walk up to a middle-aged woman in jeans and a plaid shirt sitting under a broad oak tree. The sound of leaves crunching under her feet causes her to look up and she bursts out, “Oh, you look like you’re from around here, do you want to duel? I’ve never dueled with a new New Yorker before and I just can’t go back to Jersey until I have!”You take $20 out of your wallet and hold it up: “How about these stakes? Whoever wins gets the twenty.” She hurriedly agrees and calls her Seedot out of the nearby oak tree. You square up over a patch of dead leaves. Which Pokemon would you like to use? (Choose one and roll the indicated die to see who goes first)>Momttata (d71)>Sonttata (d29)>Dauttata (d28)>Gaspar (d44)
Rolled 26 (1d44)>>4444846>Gaspar
Rolled 1 (1d44)>>4444846>Gaspar
You release Gaspar from his Pokeball and he arrays himself on the leaves opposite your opponent’s Seedot. On the count of three, the match starts. >Gaspar rolled 26!>Seedot rolled 56!The New Jerseyite across from you shouts at her Seedot to, “give him everything you’ve got!” And in front, no your eyes aren’t mistaking you, the Seedot visibly grows. Both Pokemon are pretty small, but Seedot is definitely the larger of the two now. Normally, your little candle is calm, but Gaspar is positively agitated at this and his little face keeps appearing and reappearing on the side facing you, like he wants to do something and is waiting for your permission.What would you like Gaspar to do?>Astonish (d58)>Smog (d134)>Ember (d134)>Let Gaspar do his thing>Wait for Seedot to make a move
>>4445096>Let Gaspar do his thingI trust him
Rather than giving a specific command, you nod to your Litwick and with an expression that looks like joy – its really difficult to tell with him – the face again disappears from the side of his body facing you. A cloud of white smoke then begins to stream up from his flame, engulfing his body. It lasts only for a second or two, but at the end, unmistakably, Gaspar is significantly smaller, almost the size of a regular candle now. >Gaspar learned Minimize!Your Pokemon stare at each other across the leaves, Seedot now towering over your diminutive Litwick. Seedot shifts its weight onto its right foot and begins pivoting around this point, building up speed rapidly. As it body becomes a blur, Seedot throw itself forward onto the ground, barreling straight toward Gaspar!>Please roll d140 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 92 (1d140)>>4445143
Rolled 17 (1d140)>>4445143Let's go smol fella
>Seedot rolled 77!>Gaspar rolled 92!You shout at Gaspar to move out of the way of Seedot’s Rollout, but… he’s not there. You spot, him, now, almost miraculously, on the other side of the rolling Seedot. His size makes your Litwick even harder to keep track of, for both yourself and the enemy. What would you like Gaspar to do?>>Astonish (d58)>Smog (d134)>Ember (d134)>Minimize>Wait for Seedot to make a move
Rolled 50 (1d134)>>4445236>Smog (d134)
>Gaspar rolled 50!>Seedot rolled 6!You shout at Gaspar to attack Seedot and, from the other side of Seedot’s rolling body, Gaspar begins letting out a cloud of putrid, oily smoke from its wick. Rather than rising like regular smoke, the cloud stays low to the ground and covers the patch of leaves on which the match is taking place. Seedot’s rolling stops as it begins shaking in what you assume is that Pokemon’s version of a cough. The other Pokemon manages to right itself after a moment and sets up looking toward Gaspar. Something changes in the atmosphere, but you couldn’t quite say what – maybe a pressure drop? The smog disperses a little and you notice something about Gaspar’s flame, it is flickering and seems to be moving toward Seedot.>Please roll d136 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 75 (1d136)>>4445281
Rolled 78 (1d136)>>4445281
>Seedot rolled 4!>Gaspar rolled 75!The oily smog continues to disperse in the bright, sunny day, revealing the two Pokemon locked in some sort of weird staring contest, Gaspar’s flame slightly wavering. Seedot seems to be still for the movement, so its your chance to strike.What would you like Gaspar to do?>Astonish (d58)>Smog (d134)>Ember (d134)>Minimize>Wait for Seedot to make a move
Rolled 31 (1d134)>>4445459>Ember (d134)
>Gaspar rolled 31!>Seedot rolled 4!Still wavering slightly toward the Seedot, Gaspar’s flame burns a blinding white and long licks of fire flicker out of it. The ghostly fire plays along the dead leaves and onto Seedot, finally breaking your foe’s concentration as it hops around, seeking to extinguish the flames.Seedot drops to its side, probably to stop-drop-and-roll the flames out, but his trainer calls out something to him and his safety maneuver changes into something. Seedot starts spinning a lot faster and then launches off, again barreling straight toward Gaspar.>Please roll d140 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 41 (1d140)>>4445498Lone rolling is scary
Rolled 114 (1d140)>>4445498>>4445507I’m here anon
Rolled 71 (1d140)>>4445498
>Seedot rolled 50!>Gaspar rolled 41!The rapidly rotating Seedot rams past Gaspar, hitting a glancing blow that knocks your Litwick on its side. Your Pokemon rights itself, just in time for you to see Seedot turning around for another attack.What would you like Gaspar to do?>Astonish (d58)>Smog (d134)>Ember (d134)>MinimizeAlso, please roll another d140 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 60 (1d134)>>4445536>Ember (d134)Burn baby burn
Rolled 83 (1d140)>>4445536
Rolled 3 (1d134)>>4445536>Ember (d134)
Rolled 43 (1d140)>>4445536btw why didn't you use the 114 roll OP ?
>Gaspar rolled 60!>Seedot rolled 11!Gaspar’s face materializes on the side of his body facing the approaching Seedot and, again, his wick lights up like a miniature bonfire. Trails of flame lash out at Seedot, covering it in queer whitish flames as it passes close.>Seedot rolled 21!>Gaspar rolled 83!The fire obviously distracts Seedot, despite its speed, as it first veers off course and then dramatically slows down next to and little behind Gaspar. At it comes to a stop, the flames disappear, and you notice how still and silent the Seedot is. His trainer notices too and rushes forward: “Oh my goodness! Darcy, are you alright?!” There is only a faint response and the woman rapidly pulls out her Pokeball and recalls Seedot. Still breathing hard, the woman looks up at you and says, “You’re the real deal alright. I’ve never fought such a hard match in Jersey. Here,” she hands you a crumpled twenty-dollar bill, “you definitely earned it.” >Money: $285.30>Gaspar advanced to level 12!You don’t have work or Bible study today, so you can do a lot more. How would you like to spend the next portion of the day?>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Work out with your Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4445574I use the first role for each thing. Originally I was going to save rolls as a reserve, but another anon pointed out that that can lead to people based their decisions off the reservoir of rolls, so (unless no one is rolling for a long time) I'll be asking for new rolls every time one is needed and using the first one.
>>4445588>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park>$20 bet Same idea again, I wanna get a pokeball today
>>4445588>Work out with your Pokemon>>4445591ok, but can you at least make it a bo2 ?
>>4445591I suggest using the highest roll you see when you start creating the post but if it works for you than it’s all right. Also how much would it cost to get the transportation to some local beach cave? I think a Gible will do us good.
>>4445588>>Work out with your Pokemon
>>4445612Yeah, I have no problem making it best out of two if that's what people want. I will be giving the same advantage to your opponents, though.>>4445616Unfortunately, there aren't many caves on the beaches of the Mid-Atlantic. The nearest one is around Montauk State Park, on the east tip of Long Island. Money isn't a huge issue in getting there -- $25 each way for train fare on the Long Island Rail Road -- but it will take around three hours and, thus, the majority of one of your free days.
You feel the twenty crinkle in your hand and love the sound – the first money you’ve earned in a Pokemon battle! Calling Gaspar back into his Pokeball, you leave the park grinning ear to ear. Although your Pokemon may be top of their class, you, sadly, are not. You walk a lot, as any New Yorker does, but that is pretty much your only exercise. Unwisely, perhaps, you skipped out on joining any of the sports teams at Susan E. Wagner High School, so you don’t even have some reserve of muscle to build on. You’ve resolved to change that if you ever want to be the best trainer out there. Before working out this time, you decide to log-on to the internet and see if you can get an advice on techniques. One thing leads to another and, rather than restricting yourself to ‘best workouts for beginners’, you find yourself searching through the Pokemon Gyms in NYC. To even qualify for the tournament in Tokyo, you first need to place a certain number in your regional tournament. And to qualify for that regional tournament, which for you takes place here in NYC, you need to have beaten all eight gyms in your region. You know from living there than one of the gyms is in downtown Manhattan, but you now get to see the full list for the ‘Eastern North America Region’: there are gyms in Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Pittsburgh, Washington D.C., Toronto, and Montreal. Looks like you’re going to have to do some travelling before you get to Tokyo!You log-off and get your Pokemon out for some physical training. You again have Gaspar practice his moves against a cardboard cut-out, while your Rattatas run around madly, sometimes copying you in your pathetic attempts at rigorous exercise and sometimes play-fighting. While taking a rest – you need a lot of these still – you notice the young Rattatas doing something you’ve never noticed before: they keep whipping their tails around in a cute and friendly way and then attacking their sibling when their guard is down. You cheer them on as they do it; there is definitely going to be a way to incorporate this into battles.>Sonttata learned Tail Whip!>Dauttata learned Tail Whip!After working up a heavy sweat and putting some soreness into your muscles, you take a shower and sit down on the floor with your Pokemon. You still have some of the day left before sundown, what would you like to do with it?>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon>Work out with your Pokemon>Go to another borough (costs money)>Write in
>>4446485>Try to find and fight wild PokemonI am sure that there some wild mons around, as even in big cities there are some wild animals BUT DON'T go to any SHADY BACKALLEYS as we had our own share of SHADY stuff and we DON'T want to sink again into that
>>4446485>>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon
>>4446485>Try to find and fight wild Pokemon3 hours is a lot but it would be worth it. Let’s see if the another anons are down for that once we get paid again tomorrow.
You decide to venture back out before sunset and see if you can’t find any more wild Pokemon. While there are definitely wild Pokemon in Greenbelt Park, you have your eyes set on something else today. You quickly make your way to the Arthur Kill along the border with New Jersey. The air is sour and a little fetid with what remains of the landfill that used to sit near here. There aren’t that many people around, which usually guarantees that there will be a number of Pokemon.Sure enough, a particularly noxious smell soon greets your nostrils as you see a lump of animated slime pull itself along the edge of the Kill toward the water: a Grimer!Do you want to attack the Grimer?>Yes (select one or more Pokemon)> No, but stay by the Arthur Kill>No, go and find Pokemon somewhere else
>>4446467>I will be giving the same advantage to your opponents, though.Fair, but I've never seen them rolling >>4447000>Yes (Gasper)
>>4447000>>No, go and find Pokemon somewhere elseI will pass on the literal pile of toxic sludge
>>4447000>>4447063fair enough Changing vote to>No, go and find Pokemon somewhere elseAim for bug and grass pokemon again.
>>4447000>No, go and find Pokemon somewhere else
>phoneposting over here, so ID will be different.You are more than a little disgusted and decide to rethink this whole plan. I mean, yeah, its been nice to get away from the same old parts of Staten Island, but coming to Arthur Kill; there is no way any good Pokemon are here!Turning your back on the Grimer and the other foul smells of the Kill, you make your way over to the nearby North Mount Loretto State Forest, a spot of green space you haven't visited yet.Trekking over the low hills, Dauttata running along your side and having a blast, you get to a height in the park and look out. Taking several minutes to fully observe your surroundings, there are two area worth checking out for Pokemon: a rocky outcrop that looks like it had Geodudes and a patch of mushrooms that appear to be moving.Which area, if either, would you like to explore?> Look at the rocky patch of Geodudes>Explore the fungus grove with fungus Pokemon>Go to another area of Staten Island>write in
>>4447737>Explore the fungus grove with fungus Pokemon
>>4447737>>Explore the fungus grove with fungus Pokemonhoming for a cute plant pokemon
Making your way back down the gently sloping hill, you veer off the clearly-marked walking path around where it flattens out and trudge into the woods. The grove isn’t far beyond the path and, after navigating some prickly bushes, you get there. To your delight, there are not only Pokemon amongst the mushrooms, but also mushroom Pokemon. Scattering around, in and out of a small hole in the ground, are a pair of Paras. And, planting a little ways back in the grove on an old stump, is a Foongus. The Pokemon are aware of your presence, but neither of them has moved yet. Which Pokemon would you like to fight? Please select which Pokemon(s) to use.>Paras>Foongus>Por que no los dos? (fight both)>Go find Pokemon somewhere else>write in
>>4448642>Paras4x weakness to fire, this is gonna be some good XP>Send out Gasper
>>4448642>Paras>Send out Gasper
You slowly move to position yourself so that the burrow is within your sights and throw your Pokeball. It worked! Gaspar is now between the burrow and the Paras, preventing them from making an escape. The Paras shake their mushrooms and click their claws in a menacing fashion, but it looks like Gaspar has the first move.Once again, you notice some strange behavior on Gaspar’s part. He seems to be gyrating his body in an odd way. Just looking at him, you feel a little queasy – maybe this is a new move? What would you like Gaspar to do? >Astonish (d58)>Smog (d134)>Ember (d134)>Minimize>Let Gaspar do his thing>Wait for the Paras to make a move
>>4448856>Let Gaspar do his thingShow us what you got big boy
>>4448856>Let Gaspar do his thingI trust in our guy
You decide the best course of action is to not intervene and let Gaspar do as comes naturally. His dance continues and seems to mesmerize the Parases before him. You see their bodies follow his motions and his flame seems to dance in queer colors – you realize you haven’t blinked in a way and purposefully avert your eyes to avoid being caught under whatever spell he’s casting.The dancing stops and the Parases, apparently free of his spell, move toward Gaspar. One clicks its claws and makes to swipe at him, while the other shakes its whole body so that spores fly off and into the air. >Please, roll a d138 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 130 (1d138)>>4448957
Rolled 2 (1d138)>>4448957
Rolled 32, 57 = 89 (2d110)
The Paras charging at Gaspar strikes him with its claws, but it passes straight through your Litwick’s body as if it weren’t there. >Paras rolled 57!>Gaspar rolled 130!The other Paras’s spore disperse into the wind, thankfully avoiding your Litwick. The Parases, still baffled by fighting a ghost and releasing spores, respectively, pause, giving Gaspar time to strike.What would you like Gaspar to do? >Astonish (d70)>Smog (d161)>Ember (d161)>Minimize>Confuse Ray (d161)>Wait for the Parases to make a move
Rolled 96 (1d161)>>4449011>Ember (d161)
Rolled 35 (1d161)>>4449011>Ember (d161)
Rolled 20 (1d161)>>4449011>>Ember (d161)
Rolled 19 (1d161)>>4449011>Ember
Rolled 8 (1d107)
>Gaspar rolled 96!>Paras rolled 8!Ignoring the Paras that passed through his incorporeal form, your Litwick focuses on the remaining Paras still releasing spores. Gaspar's flame flares a blinding white and tendrils of ghostly fire wrap around the body of the Paras.Although, ethereal as they may be, the flames are unable to fire the damp ground of the mushroom patch, they do set the Paras alight! Before your eyes, the ghostly white of Litwick's flames are joined by earthly reds and yellows burning away at the edge of Paras's shell. >Paras has been burned!In panic at the fire surrounding it, Paras again releases a cloud of spores. Seemingly feeding off the panic of its companion, the other Paras does the same.>Please roll 2 d138 for Gaspar's defense
Rolled 103, 32 = 135 (2d138)>>4449440
Rolled 77, 68 = 145 (2d138)>>4449440
Rolled 23 (1d138)>>4449440it's a best of 2 guys, but it got confusing
Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d104)
Rolled 56, 94 = 150 (2d110)
>Paras rolled 3!>Gaspar rolled 103!The Paras facing Litwick is still caught up in flickering fire and the licks of reddish flame manage to burn the spores as fast as they are realized. You see the Paras crumble to the ground before you, small spots of flame continuing to lap at its shell.>Paras rolled 94!>Gaspar rolled 77!The other Paras’s spores, however, spread into the dank air of the forest unimpeded. Soon, Litwick’s flame is surrounded by a cloud of dark purple dust. It almost looks like his flame is obscured by it, only… No! It’s not obscured, his flame has turned a dark purple and is letting off a putrid sputtering smoke cloud. >Gaspar has been poisoned!Gaspar’s face disappears from view, presumably to reappear on the side facing the other Paras.What would you like to do? >Astonish (d70)>Smog (d161)>Ember (d161)>Minimize>Confuse Ray (d161)>Wait for Paras to make a move
Rolled 62 (1d161)>>4450525>Ember (d161)Cmon let’s finish this off
Rolled 54 (1d161)>>4450525>Ember (d161)I got confused this last rolls
Rolled 119, 42 = 161 (2d133)
>Gaspar rolled 62!>Paras rolled 119!Gaspar’s flame again flares white, but this time it sputters and lets out a plume of foul black smoke before shrinking back down to its ordinary size and color. No tendrils of flame lash-out, on the contrary, it looks sickly and small. Paras towers out the Litwick and again shakes its back so that heavy spores fall from the mushrooms on its back. You watch in apprehension as they drift slowly around Gaspar.>Please roll a d138 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 76 (1d138)>>4451030
Rolled 93 (1d138)>>4451030
Rolled 96 (1d138)>>4451030
Rolled 20, 71 = 91 (2d110)
>Paras rolled 71!>Gaspar rolled 93!Unlike the purple spores, so large you can see them and heavy enough to cling to the ground around Gaspar, the light, yellow spores released now pass around Gaspar without effect. Unfortunately, his wick continues to sputter and emit gasps of black smoke. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Astonish (d70)>Smog (d161)>Ember (d161)>Minimize>Confuse Ray (d161)>Wait for Paras to make a move
Rolled 157 (1d161)>>4451217>Smog (d161)damn this poison
Rolled 45, 82 = 127 (2d133)
>Gaspar rolled 157!>Paras rolled 82!Since Gaspar’s flame is already consumed in dismal, black smoke, you decide to use this to your advantage. You call out to Gaspar to direct the cloud toward the Paras and, within seconds, the mushroom grove is carpeted in thick, oily smoke. You see the Paras stumble, seemingly blindly, from the cloud and onto a rotten log. Now with a vantage point above Gaspar, the Paras again agitates the mushrooms on its back and lets a cloud of spores drift into the sooty smog below.>Please roll a d138 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 77 (1d138)>>4451255i hope i'm not the only roll again
>>4451284write dice+1d138 in the options field
Rolled 29, 72 = 101 (2d110)
Rolled 69 (1d138)>>4451255
>Paras rolled 72!>Gaspar rolled 77!Like the cloud before it, however, the spores simple disperse into the thicker and muggier air already poisoning the vicinity of Gaspar. It disperses somewhat and you catch a glimpse of the Pokemon facing each other down, Paras slightly elevated from the mushroom patch.What would you like Gaspar to do? >Astonish (d70)>Smog (d161)>Ember (d161)>Minimize>Confuse Ray (d161)>Wait for Paras to make a move>Send out another Pokemon
Rolled 130 (1d161)>>4451325>Ember (d161)
>>4451406remember dude, dice+1d161 in the options fielduse this formula for rolling any type of dice
Rolled 27 (1d161)>>4451325>Ember (d161)
Rolled 120, 35 = 155 (2d133)
>Gaspar rolled 130!>Paras rolled 120!You again direct Gaspar to attack the Paras with its flame and, out of the creeping fog of spores, sometimes emitting puffs of black smoke, ghostly flames do reach out and lap against on the log on which Paras rests. Paras clearly panics – you can feel more than see the panic in its alien bug-like face – and rushes away from the flames directed towards it. It charges straight at Gaspar, snapping and swiping its claws, but only manages to rush through the incorporeal form of your Litwick. Its confusion visible, Gaspar turns on the Paras to believe a final blow. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Astonish (d70)>Smog (d161)>Ember (d161)>Minimize>Confuse Ray (d161)>Wait for Paras to make a move>Send out another Pokemon
Rolled 7 (1d70)>>4451715>Astonish (d70)let's make him shit in his non-existent pants and finish this
>>4451730fug me, the only time we can actually use this and I flop
Rolled 35 (1d70)>>4451715>AstonishRNG god please have mercy
Rolled 53 (1d70)>>4451715>Astonish (d70)watch this
Rolled 25 (1d70)>>4451715>>Astonish (d70)
>>4452101unfortunately it's a bo2 man
Rolled 98, 31 = 129 (2d130)
>Gaspar rolled 35!>Paras rolled 98!Gaspar’s face has entirely disappeared from your view and he appears returned to being nothing more than a candle, albeit a large candle with a sickly flame. All of a sudden, the silence of the grove is broken by a harrowing wail from Gaspar that sets your teeth on edge and makes you jump near out of your shoes. The Paras, however, reacts by vibrating its mushrooms, releasing another cloud of spores right next to Gaspar!>Please roll a d138 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 67 (1d138)>>4452391so astonish is useless anyway since the guys defense for it is higher than it's dice
Rolled 110 (1d138)>>4452391
Rolled 86, 20 = 106 (2d110)
>Paras rolled 86!>Gaspar rolled 110!These spores, however, unlike the large purple ones that poisoned Gaspar, are light and easily burn up even in the flickering aura of his wick. Gaspar is now facing down the Paras again, ready to strikeWhat would you like Gaspar to do? >Astonish (d70)>Smog (d161)>Ember (d161)>Minimize>Confuse Ray (d161)>Wait for Paras to make a move Reminder that, since this is a wild battle and not official, you can fight with more than one Pokemon
Rolled 127 (1d161)>>4452494>Confuse Ray (d161)Astonish is kinda useless since it's a lower dice than our enemy defense one
Rolled 11 (1d161)>>4452494>Confuse Ray (d161)lets confuse em
Rolled 55, 59 = 114 (2d133)
>Gaspar rolled 127!>Paras rolled 59!You communicate to Gaspar to repeat the dance he did at the beginning of the battle. You haven’t trained with it or given him a specific command, so you mostly mime it out. He seems to get it, though, and soon his body is moving in a way that, shadowed in the flickering light of his queer flame, it seems to defy the laws of motion. The light thrown from his wick makes odd non-Euclidean shapes that seem to dance about the Paras.In full view of Gaspar’s performance, the Paras sways slightly to-and-from, as if the queer light and motion has made it lose its sense of balance. The Paras lunges forward with its claws, once again passing straight through Gaspar, and runs with full speed into the nearby log. You watch for a second to wait for Paras to get up, but that’s it: Paras is out cold! >Gaspar advanced to Level 14!You turn to Gaspar to celebrate – holding your breath that he isn’t do that unnerving ‘feeding on life energy’ thing again – and are worried to see that his wick is still giving out puffs of discolored smoke. He looks sick, or, he would look sick if you could be sure ghost-type Pokemon were alive. At any rate, he needs help.How would you like to help Gaspar?>Have he sleep it off in the Pokemon>Take him to the PokeCenter>Cure him through Faith Healing
>>4452904>Cure him through Faith HealingAh yes, bible magic in the modern world. Worth a shot atleast.
>>4452904>Cure him through Faith Healing
For a few seconds you panic, hurrying back and forth without getting anywhere and end up exactly where you started. Fortunately, that passes quickly and you are able to come to terms with the fact that one of your Pokemon -- *your* precious Pokemon -- is poisoned. Deep breaths, Andrew, deep breaths. The image of Reverent Gary pops into your head -- you dismissed him earlier but the nearest PokeCenter is more than 15 minutes away and your worry for Gaspar demands that you treat him immediately. Bending down on your knees, you hold out your hands above Gaspar. Another deep breath. Pulling at the strands of your memory, you repeat the prayer that Rev. Gary taught you: Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint; heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony. You feel a glow pass through your fingertips, a palpable warmth that wasn’t there before. It isn’t uncomfortable either, like dunking your hands in a hot bath. You are almost too taken aback by the sensations in your own body to notice that, underneath your hands, Gaspar’s flame has returned to its normal coloration and has stopped emitting black smoke. It works! Faith Healing actually works! Praise God! >Gaspar is no longer Poisoned! You feel so relieved you could almost cry. You didn’t realize you cared so much about these Pokemon, but you really do. After some time to put yourself back together, you return Gaspar to his Pokeball and retreat from the park before sunset. You get to enjoy a lovely dinner with your mother, who at least feigns interest in your Pokemon adventures, and get to bed at a reasonable hour. You wake up bright and early the next morning and make a mark on your calendar: only 318 days until the next Tournament! You have another free day today, what would you like to do? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs money) >Visit Montauk (costs money and takes up the whole day) >Write in
>>4453483>>Work out with your Pokemon>>spend a little money to buy each of them treats and pet and love on all of them
>>4453483How much money do we currently have? Enough for a poke ball?
>>4453525You currently have $285.30, just under 15 bucks short of buying a $300 Pokeball. You do however have enough money to buy a $2.75 subway ticket to one of the other boroughs or buy a $50 roundway ticket to Montauk.
You decide to make today a special one for your Pokemon and head off to the store. You’re not sure how the economy in the Pokemon games really worked, and you never gave it much thought either, but no PokeMart monopoly exists in the US and you’ve got plenty to choose from. So, you head on over to the San Juan Grocery (and PokeMart) a few blocks away. Like other savvy businessmen, the owner here picked up quickly on the arrival of Pokemon and has a whole section of his shop dedicated to their supplies. You meander through the aisles, looking at all of the great Pokemon products on offer. You pick out a few treats for the Rattata, which you’ve fairly sure are just rebranded cat treats, and a cricket for Gaspar; you should let him suck the life force out of something. All in all, it comes to $4.30. >Money: $281.00 Coming home, you can’t wait to see how your Pokemon react, but training comes first. Taking Momttata and Sonttata out of their balls, you set about ordering play fights and getting them to exercise along you as you pant through a set of shaky pushups and squats. At the end, you gather your Pokemon around and give out their treats. Sonttata and Dauttata go practically berserk, tearing into the marked-up cat treats with wild abandon. Momttata is a bit more restrained, but, after finishing her portion, walks up to you to lick your hand and, finding little residue left there, curls up in your lap. Gaspar seems to be enjoying the cricket, at least as far as you can tell. It’s really difficult with ghost Pokemon. After letting your Rattata family sleep on you long after your legs have gotten pins and needles, you finally get up and return everyone except Dauttata to their Pokeball. With Dauttata hoisted on your shoulders again, you’re ready to face the world. What would you like to do for the next part of the day? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs money) >Write in
>>4453660>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt ParkLets go make us some money with out Gaspar, focus on bug and grass trainers again
>>4453660>>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park>>put down $20 on the bet
>>4453660>Work out with your Pokemon
You make your way to Greenbelt Park, enjoying the clear weather and a breeze that is a nice change from the mugginess that normally engulfs New York this time of year. There are even more trainers at the park than usually today, so you have your choice of challengers. Who would you like to fight? >an old man with a shapeless fisherman’s hat and a Pokemon in the nearby pond >Natasha and her Pidgeotto >a weird guy in a trench coat and shades with a Spinarak >a tourist with a Pikachu
>>4454220>a weird guy in a trench coat and shades with a Spinarak
>>4454220>a tourist with a Pikachu
>>4454220>>a weird guy in a trench coat and shades with a Spinarak
You walk up to the weird guy standing alone in a corner of the park; he’s wearing a heavy trench coat despite the hot weather and sunglasses despite standing in the shade. Needless to say, he gives off a weird vibe. Not helping the weirdness is his Spinarak, who is perched on his arm, hanging off a strand of webbing from his coat. Normally, the other trainers hanging around Greenbelt Park speak to you. The twenty-year-old Japanese tourist role playing as Ash Ketchum definitely would have; not this guy. You kind of wave to get his attention, but... nope, nothing. Clearing your thought, you clearly say, “Hey, would you like to duel? I’ll bet $20 I can beat your Spinarak.” He kind of just keeps staring; the shades are thick, so its hard to tell. You wait for some kind of body language to indicate he heard you, but instead he just starts speaking, not even turning to face you: “So, you dare challenge me? Fine, you think you can take me on, I accept your challenge. But don’t be surprised when I bet you; my Spinarak and I have studied the ancient arts of Eastern warfare for years and are more than a match for any comer.” Oh god, one of these guys... What Pokemon would you like to use? (the die indicated is the roll for speed to determine who goes first) >Momttata (d71) >Sonttata (d43) >Dauttata (d43) >Gaspar (d61)
>>4454713Sorry my dude, I starting writing before I saw this. I can promise we'll get another chance to fight off brand Ash Ketchum.
>>4454733>Gaspar (d61)Lets do this!
>>4454733>Momttata (d71)Gaspar is our Main dude, but let's given mom a few moments before we stop using her complety guys
>>4454754type advantage though, plus we are going to give the rattatas to our mom so they will be in safe hands.
Rolled 2 (1d2)This has been up for a while, so I'm going to flip a coin. >1 is Gaspar>2 is Momttata
You let Momttata out of her Pokeball onto a small dirt shady patch next to where the weird trench coat guy is standing. He shakes his arm a little, a cue for the Spinarak is let go and scuttle towards the same patch. Your Pokemon square up and eye each other, Momttata’s hair rising on her flanks and her teeth showing. >Please, roll a d71 to see who goes first
Rolled 8 (1d71)>>4455257
>>4455281Damn I hope other anons roll soon
Rolled 57 (1d71)>>4455257>>4455297Got ya covered
Rolled 6 (1d34)
>Momttata rolled 57! >Spinarak rolled 6! On your cue, Momttata rushes at the Spinarak before it can even react! What would you like to Momttata to do? (whichever you choose, please roll the die for that choice) >Tackle (d54) >Head Butt (d54) >Sand Attack (d29) > write in
Rolled 38 (1d54)>>4455427>Head Butt (d54)
Rolled 36 (1d54)>>4455427>Head Butt (d54)
Rolled 33 (1d49)
Rolled 42 (1d54)>>4455427>Head Butt (d54)
>Momttata rolled 38! >Spinarak rolled 33! It’s a head-on-head collision! You can hear a hallow thud as Momttata slaps her head into Spinarak’s; you hope she’s alright after that. But Momttata shakes it off like a veteran linebacker, while you gleefully watch the Spinarak reel from the shock of the blow to its head. When it recovers, however, the Spinarak haul itself back up. Rather than charging your Rattata, which she is eminently prepared for, Spinarak instead lifts itself up on its back legs and shoots a strand of webbing at Momttata. >Please roll a d39 for Momttata’s defense
Rolled 37 (1d39)>>4455809I hope mom get's some lvl after this
Rolled 5 (1d39)>>4455809
Rolled 5 (1d58)
>Spinarak rolled 5! >Momttata rolled 37! Momttata adjusts to the sudden spurt of webbing with grace, kicking her back leg into a roll away from the Spinarak’s line. The Spinarak seems unable to shoot webbing and tracking Momttata at the same time; this is the perfect opportunity to attack. What would you like Momttata to do? >Tackle (d54) >Head Butt (d54) >Sand Attack (d29) > write in
Rolled 33 (1d54)>>4455908>Tackle (d54)I'm crying everytime I see her dices
Rolled 1 (1d54)>>4455908>Head Butt (d54)
Rolled 32 (1d54)>>4455908>Tackle (d54)
Rolled 37 (1d44)
>Momttata rolled 33! >Spinarak rolled 37! Momttata rushes the Spinarak, still vertical from shooting web. She’s tantalizingly close, but, at the last moment, Spinarak senses here movement and flattens itself against the ground. Momttata goes barreling through the air where Spinarak was just seconds ago. As she lands, Spinarak comes scuttling towards her. Its mandibles are clicking madly. >Please roll a d34 for Momttata’s defense
Rolled 17 (1d34)>>4456012
>>4454771Aw come on, we gotta keep at least one rat.>>4454736Don't worry about it.
Rolled 1 (1d58)
>Spinarak rolled 1! >Momttata rolled 17! Momttata easily outmaneuvers the lumbering stiffness of the Spinarak. Waiting for it to get close, Momttata leaps acrobatically over its thrusting jaws and lands on the back of the charging Spinarak, touching briefly before kicking off again and landing behind the Spinarak. Momttata spins around: 10 points for sticking her landing. Spinarak’s back is facing her and hasn’t turned around yet. Momttata has the advantage! What would you like Momttata to do? >Tackle (d54) >Head Butt (d54) >Sand Attack (d29) > write in
Rolled 41 (1d54)>>4456319>Head Butt (d54)
Rolled 42 (1d54)>>4456319>Head Butt (d54)
Rolled 6 (1d44)
>Momttata rolled 42! >Spinarak rolled 6! Momttata rushes back toward the Spinarak. She easily outpaces the Pokemon and catches up to it as it turns around to make another go at Momttata. Her headbutt catches the Spinarak in its legs and flips the Pokemon onto its back. Momttata follows up on her momentum, slamming her body onto the Spinarak’s exposed underbelly as it lays face up. She rights herself and beams back at you, standing atop the defeated and unmoving Spinarak. >Momttata advanced to Level 7! The trench coated weirdo scoffs and looks at you in disbelief. “That... uhhh... well, you know...” He seems to be grasping for something, “The sun was all wrong. It, uh, got in my Spinarak’s eyes. He’s unbeatable.” You’re in the shade and the sun is facing the other way, but, you know, whatever, as long as he pays you the money. After a few minutes of stammering about how great he really is and how if things were different, he *totally* would have beaten you, the weird guy in the treach coat, who close up also smells pretty bad, does hand over an unmarked CD case. He stutters again, “I, uh, don’t actually have the money, but take this.” Unbelievable. That should be the end of fighting incels in the park and you glare at him as he pacing away, presumably back to his mother’s basement to console himself with an anime bodypillow. You take a look at the CD, it is obviously ripped from somewhere and has the word ‘Dig’ writen in black marker. You’ll check it out later. Momttata performed really well today and there is still lots of daylight left. What would you like to do next? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs money) >Write in
>>4456382>fight wild pokemon
>>4456382>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt ParkWell we got a free TM so that's pretty good. I still want some money though so back to abusing type advantages. Raise the wager to $30
>>4456382>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Parkone more for Gaspar
Pocketing the DVD -- you’ll watch it when you get home -- you look around the park for another person to challenge. All of the same people are still there; so, who would you like to challenge next? >an old man with a shapeless fisherman’s hat and a Pokemon in the nearby pond >Natasha and her Pidgeotto >Man dressed like Ash Ketchum with a Pikachu
>>4456735Let's go onto the cringe line and get fight with another weirdo>Man dressed like Ash Ketchum with a Pikachu
>>4456735>Man dressed like Ash Ketchum with a Pikachu
You decide to walk up to the tourist with a Pikachu. They’re pretty rare Pokemon, so you be sure this will be an interesting battle. Plus, nobody is going to walk around dressed like Ash Ketchum unless they really really really love Pokemon. As you walk over, knock off Ash Ketchum spots you and hauls ass over to where you are. You were going to go over and talk to him, but, damn, this Ash has hustle; the man clears ground in at least a third of the time it would have taken you. Taking a stance you recognize from the cartoons they used to play on Saturday mornings, knock off Ash squares up across from you with the Pikachu on his shoulder: “My name is Satoshi and I am want be Pokemon master.” The man has a thick Japanese accent, difficult to understand. It's pretty cool that he has the same goal as you at this age, only you aren’t a lunatic who runs around dressed like the TV show. Trying to normalize the conversation, you introduce yourself as Andrew and say you’re also trying to become a Pokemon master. Following your explanation with powerful nods, Japanese Ash immediate follows up with, “You, I duel now. Yes?” You nod and start explaining the idea of betting money on the outcome, but Satoshi vigorously shakes his head: “No! We fight for honor and joy of improvement; not money.” Okay, guess you can’t argue with that. His Pikachu jumps off his shoulder and you have to physically prevent Dauttata from doing the same. What Pokemon would you like to use? >Momttata >Sonttata >Dauttata >Gaspar
>>4457610>GasparIf we somehow make it to the championship I better see this crazy fucker there.
The off brand Ash Ketchum across from you fixes you with a stare that reactivates some primal warning of how much taller and well, generally larger, he is than you are. In a really accent, he says: “Pikachu, I choose you!” The Pikachu, already standing on the grass doesn’t react. You can’t help getting into the spirit and, tossing Gaspar’s Pokeball, call out, “Gaspar, I choose you,” although not at the same volume. Your Litwick now placed on the patch of grass with the Pikachu, its time to see who can move first. >Please roll a d61 to see who goes first.
Rolled 20 (1d61)>>4457922>Please roll a d61 to see who goes first.if we go first let's use confuse ray so we have an easier time
Rolled 35 (1d61)>>4457922
Rolled 232 (1d277)
>>4458122what on god greens earth is this bullshit
>Gaspar rolled 35! >Pikachu rolled 232! Before you can even formulate an order, let alone open your mouth, Pikachu is already on the move. Your opponent gave a little wave and Pikachu was off, charging straight at Gaspar, only to pass through the Litwick. The Pikachu looks focused on the other side, having expected to plow into the smaller Pokemon. You can hear Satoshi say something that sounds like, “Drat, ghost Pokemon,” but the accent makes it difficult to tell definitively. His slip up is your advantage. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d188) >Ember (d188) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d188) >Wait for Pikachu to make a move
Rolled 35 (1d188)>>4458133>Confuse Ray (d188)cmon Poke Jesus
Rolled 136 (1d188)>>4458133>Confuse Ray (d188)holy moly that number
>>4458160nice number anon
Rolled 138 (1d188)>>4458133>>4458160Nice
Rolled 87 (1d154)
>Gaspar rolled 136! >Pikachu rolled 87! On your signal, Gaspar begins its dance. Although rooted to the spot on which it floats, Gaspar’s languid arm movements and swaying body give an odd impression of motion along the ground. You again have to avert your eyes from the queer light that spills from its wick and casts long shadows even in the bright daylight. Pikachu seems similarly unnerved; hackles are raised over its whole body and a deep growl is coming from its chest. Pikachu pounces on Gaspar, or, at least, tries, but lands at an odd angle some feet away. Getting up, Pikachu still looks discombobulated. He now turns to Gaspar, the growling in his chest joined by a crackle of electricity. >Please roll a d161 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 49 (1d161)>>4459010
Rolled 125 (1d161)>>4459010
Rolled 143 (1d161)>>4459010
Rolled 115 (1d154)
>Pikachu rolled 115! >Gaspar rolled 125! Flash! You have to blink. And then blink again. There are still spots over your eyes. Gosh darn it, you should have covered them when you heard that crackling. Blinking away and trying to see through the holes in your vision, you are relieved that Gaspar seems to be unharmed, placidly facing down an agitated and disoriented Pikachu. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d188) >Ember (d188) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d188) >Wait for Pikachu to make a move
Rolled 142 (1d188)>>4459275>Ember (d188)Since when did smog become a d188?
Rolled 123 (1d188)>>4459275>Ember (d188)
Rolled 143 (1d154)
>Gaspar rolled 142! >Pikachu rolled 143! Fortunately, unlike your bespotted vision, Gaspar’s eyes seem to be working fine and you signal for him to attack Pikachu. His ghostly flame flares a white whose brightness hurts your still stinging eyes, and tendrils of fire lash out at Pikachu. Or, rather, they lash where Pikachu was. It takes a second to look around to where Pikachu is now. Gaspar sees too, but less than second before the fire wraps itself around Pikachu, the Pokemon is gone. You though they played that up too much in the TV show, but goldarnit, that Pikachu really is fast. On its next move, Pikachu again jumps at Gaspar, but badly misses. You can see that one, instead of hitting Gaspar, the Pikachu has plowed its head into a nearby rock. Pikachu is getting up, encouraged by frantic Japanese shouting from across the field, but it gives you a chance to strike. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d188) >Ember (d188) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d188) >Wait for Pikachu to make a move
Rolled 48 (1d188)>>4459521>Ember (d188)
>>4459280Happened the last time that Gaspar leveled up
Rolled 11 (1d188)>>4459521>Ember (d188)Told you guys that confuse ray would help us>>4459527ah, that makes sense
Rolled 119 (1d188)>>4459521>Smog (d188)
>>4459529>>4459538I will switch to this for that roll
Rolled 131 (1d154)
>Gaspar rolled 48! >Pikachu rolled 131! From the top of Gaspar’s wick, a cloud of thick, oily smoke rises into the air. Before it even has a chance to fall again, however, and choke whoever is unfortunate enough to share its vicinity, a gust of wind disperses its edges. It’s the Pikachu again! The little Pokemon is running sporadically around Gaspar and going so fast that the windbreak from its body is push away the smog. You’re not sure about his fashion choices, but that Japanese guy sure has his Pikachu trained. Even as the Pikachu continues to run circles around Gaspar, you begin hearing the crackling noise begin again. This time you’re smart enough to avert your eyes and pray Gaspar makes it through alright. >Please roll a d161 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 19 (1d161)>>4460232>Please roll a d161 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 109 (1d154)
>>4459223>>4460233No other responses, so I'm using these rolls>Pikachu rolled 109! >Gaspar rolled 143! Even with your eyes closed, you can see the white flash as Pikachu lets off another thunderbolt. Gaspar, however, seems unscathed, although the grass all around him is singed. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d188) >Ember (d188) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d188) >Wait for Pikachu to make a move
Rolled 90 (1d188)>>4460420>Smog (d188)lets poison this electric ratThis guy definitely knows how to battle so I say we get his number afterwards and train with him. He seems cool.
Rolled 151 (1d188)>>4460420>Smog (d188)Let's go
Rolled 67 (1d154)
>Gaspar rolled 151! >Pikachu rolled 67! This time Pikachu, who landed panting on the burnt grass just in front of Gaspar, is much closer and can’t escape when, bursting from Gaspar’s wick like a mushroom cloud, the patch of grass is filled with a pungent, oily smoke. To his and his trainer’s credit, the Pikachu does bolt out of the cloud within a second or two, but not before breathing in the foul smoke. After escaping the cloud of smog, Pikachu stands on its hind legs and instantly the air fills with a crackling static that sets Dauttata’s hair on end. Gritting his teeth through raspy coughs, the Pikachu rubs his paws together until arcs of electricity are streaking between his pads. To your wonderment, the arcs touch and coalesce into a ball of pure electricity. You don’t even have time to process what is happening before the ball starts moving out of Pikachu’s paws and into the air. >Please roll a d161 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 78 (1d161)>>4460690
Rolled 61 (1d161)>>4460690
>>4460690Let's go candle boy
Rolled 23 (1d161)>>4460901
Rolled 34 (1d154)
>Pikachu rolled 34! >Gaspar rolled 78! There is another flash and a BOOM that turns heads across the park (and probably sets off some car alarms on surrounding streets). Looking back at the Pokemon, Pikachu panting and Gaspar serenely floating above the singed grass, it looks like this attack, too, missed. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d188) >Ember (d188) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d188) >Wait for Pikachu to make a move
>>4461586>Minimizelet's confuse him
Rolled 170 (1d188)>>4461586>Ember (d188)Push the attack
>>4461686looks like that is going to put the mouse to sleep.
Rolled 177 (1d188)>>4461586>>Ember (d188)
Rolled 1 (1d154)
>Gaspar rolled 177! >Pikachu rolled 1! You call out to Gaspar and, on cue, his flame turns from its normal pale sheen to a burning white heat. Tendrils of flame lick the air around Gaspar and lash out at Pikachu. The Pikachu manages to avoid the flames, darting between them with ease. The grass in this part of the park, however, is not so resistant. Already partially burned by Pikachu’s thunder attacks, the passage of Gaspar’s fire lights portions of the field ablaze. Although able to dodge the individual attacks, the Pikachu cannot outrun a field fire and soon finds itself trapped in a ring of burning grass. Seeing the fire rise and close in around Pikachu, you hear frantic Japanese shouting from the other side of the field and Satoshi barrels into the burning grass. Holy shit, his clothes are on fire and he just keeps going! You quickly call Gaspar back to his Pokeball and, without the Litwick’s direction, the ghostly flames die and disappear. You see Satoshi hugging his fainted Pikachu, crying softly. >Gaspar advanced to Level 15! You approach Satoshi, intending to give some kind of sportsmanlike handshake, but he really doesn’t seem to be in the state for it. His Pikachu doesn’t look that badly injured, but it probably does need some kind of medical attention. Maybe you could help... Would you like to perform Faith Healing on Pikachu? >Yes >No >write in
>>4461780>Yes>Get his contact information afterwardsThis guy knows how to battle better than us. The confuse ray saved our asses.
>>4461787+1Indeed it was a difficult fight
>>4461789I think we should get some tips from discount Ash
>>4461780>>Yes>>The lord our God say's "I am the way the truth and the light" I as you now father, work through me and let your holy merciful light shine through me oh lord
You stride over to Satoshi, still cradling his Pikachu in his arms, and awkwardly try to say something: “I can... umm... if you want, I can try to...” He doesn’t look up. You clearly haven’t gotten your point across. Summoning the forthrightness that is so unlike you, you say, “I can heal your Pikachu. Please, let me see him for a minute.” Satoshi looks up and blinks his wet eyes: “rearry?” he whimpers; gosh, that accent really is horrible. You nods and he holds out Pikachu for your ministrations. You feel more confident this time, more trusting in the power of God to heal and his willingness to use you as his instrument. Holding your hands above the Pikachu, you turn your thoughts to the heavens and the words come to you: “The LORD our God says, ‘I am the way the truth and the light.’ Father, work through me and let your holy merciful light shine through me, oh LORD.” Again, you feel a beautiful warmth spread down your arms and fill your hands with a burning, but not uncomfortable, heat. Satoshi looks up at you in confusion as you say your prayer, clearly not understanding what exactly is going on. He stops caring, however, when the Pikachu in his arms starts to wriggle back to wakefulness. He leaps up, holding the Pikachu above his head. He embraces you with one huge arm, with enough force to almost crush your ribs. Pouring praises on you in what is either Japanese or some of the worst English you’ve ever heard, he thrusts a number into your hand and you can tell, at least through nonverbal cues, that he is your’s to contact any time. >Contact obtained: Satoshi! And with another bone-crushing hug, Satoshi bounds off into the woods deeper into the park. Like, actually runs off full speed into the woods, bounding up occasionally like an actual anime character. What a weird guy. And, you guess, now a weird friend. There is still a lot of the day left, so what else would you like to do? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs money) >Watch the CD >Write in
>>4461847>Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park>$30 betWe are getting the money for a pokeball and a ticket to find a Gible today.
Looking around the park, you can see that a few newcomers have gathered to surreptitiously watch your fight with Satoshi. It looks like you have your choice of who to challenge next. So, who are you going to fight? >an old man with a shapeless fisherman’s hat and a Pokemon in the nearby pond >Natasha and her Pidgeotto >young woman with a Diglett >man with a Grubbin
>>4462670>young woman with a Diglett
>>4462670>man with a GrubbinIts a bug type so Gasper will do good. Afterwards I say we challenge that fishermen because he might have a magikarp and we can possibly take a lot of money from him.
>>4462670>an old man with a shapeless fisherman’s hat and a Pokemon in the nearby pond
Young woman with a diglet
I think we should do a short time skip (maybe a week or two) to steam line the training process, the QM can still give us prompts during that time if he desires but would make the threads more plot heavy.
You approach the young woman on the other side of the field, who rapidly averts her gaze that had been focused on you since the fight with Pikachu. Circling around her is a small mound of dirt, with a small pink nose and little black eyes occasionally breaching the surface. As you get within a few feet, the little pink nose ducks back beneath the ground. Dauttata is alert, standing on your shoulders, and watching the circling intently. Unable to ignore you now that you’re so close, the woman looks up and halfway smiles. You introduce yourself and ask her if she’d like to battle. Instantly her demeanor changes: “Yeah! You’ve got it! I’ve been trying to work up the courage to challenge that Ash Ketchum lunatic all day, but it’ll be just as good to fight the guy who beat him.” You are momentarily taken aback – she had been so demure until this moment – but manage to mumble out that you accept and something about a $30 bet. She nods and reaches to grab your hand and give it a firm handshake. The deal complete, she walks out a safe distance and waits for you to choose your challenger to the little pile of dirt still winding its way across the field. What Pokemon would you like to use? >Momttata >Sonttata >Dauttata >Gaspar
>>4463665Anon raises a good question about the quest. Would anyone like to skip ahead through part of the training process and focus more on events and plot? >Yes >No >write it
>>4464077>MomttataGasper won't do good here. >>4464078I want to get another pokemon before we time skip abit.
>>4464077>Momttata>>4464078>Yes>>4464080also wanna another pokemon first
Mom rat for the win
>>4464102We are aiming for a Gible, we have the location of it I believe and we just need the money.
You grab a Pokeball out of your jacket and throw it, calling out, “Momttata, I choose you!” Goldarnit, that Satoshi guy must have rubbed off on you. Fur all abristled, Momttata looks around and takes a big sniff, clearly aware of the Diglett just below the surface. >Please roll a d100 to see who goes first
Rolled 56 (1d100)>>4464185
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>4464185
Rolled 49 (1d175)
>Momttata rolled 56! >Diglett rolled 49! Momttata’s nose pricks up and t witches, once, twice, and then she lowers her whole snout to the ground. She got it! She’s on his scent! Immediately, Momttata, realizing that the scent is from beneath her, does an odd dance across the ground, twisting and, presumably, following the path of the Diglett beneath her. You can’t tell where the weird little grounddweller is, but she can. What would you like Momttata to do? (whichever you choose, please roll the die next to it) >Tackle (d75) >Headbutt (d75) >Sand Attack (d41)
Rolled 26 (1d41)>>4464217>Sand Attack (d41)
Rolled 23 (1d41)>>4464217>Sand Attack (d41)
Rolled 69 (1d85)
>Momttata rolled 26! >Diglett rolled 69! Momttata’s eyes and feet are both furiously at work. Her eyes are darting to scan the field and she continues kicking her paws around in an odd dance. It seems to pay off, because, not a foot from her, a small patch of earth rises up and a small pink nose is just visible above the soil. Momttata kicks out her front legs as soon as the face creasts the surface and sprays a wave of dusty sand onto the emerging Diglett. The Diglett, however, face already covered in dirt, merely looks confused and, pausing a second, gives a mighty snort that propels the clumps of dirt covering its face towards Momttata. >Please roll a d54 for Momttata’s defense
Rolled 33 (1d54)>>4464269
Rolled 14 (1d54)>>4464269
Rolled 49 (1d54)>>4464269
Rolled 8 (1d54)>>4464269>>4464078I would like to keep things as they are as the interactions with strangers and our pokemon is a large part of this quests appeal to me
>>4464285I wish there was a way to speed up combat a bit. Also more special interactions and events, like in the anime.
Rolled 23 (1d68)
>Diglett rolled 23! >Momttata rolled 33! Scrunching up her eyes and closing off her ears using muscles that you didn’t know she had and that you certainly don’t have, Momttata manages to whether the attack. Although blind by choice, the Pokemon stare each other down again. You reckon this leaves Momttata in a good position again a Diglett unwisely poking its head out of the ground. What would you like Momttata to do? >Tackle (d75) >Headbutt (d75) >Sand Attack (d41)
Rolled 28 (1d75)>>4464413>Headbutt (d75)Hope for flinch
Rolled 5 (1d75)>>4464413>Headbutt (d75)
Rolled 40 (1d75)>>4464413>>Headbutt (d75)
Rolled 2 (1d44)
>Momttata rolled 28! >Diglett rolled 2! Drawing her hind legs under her, Momttata pitches her body forward and, eyes still closed, slams her head into Diglett’s big, pink nose. A high whine of pain comes up into the park from some mouth hidden under the dirt and Diglett disappears beneath the soil. You start to tell Momttata to dig at the burrow and try to chase him, but something about the way she is anxiously pacing around tell you to let her follow instinct. Almost half a minute passes, then a full minute, with Diglett still somewhere under the other. Across from you, your opponent remains nonchalant, clearly confident in her Pokemon’s ability. >Please roll a d48 for Momttata’s defense
Rolled 21 (1d48)>>4464457You can do it momma
Rolled 36 (1d48)>>4464457
Rolled 101 (1d101)
>>4464473oh boy we are going to lose $30. Hopefully momtatta can pull through with friendship or something
>Diglett rolled 101! >Momttata rolled 36! Suddenly, the ground opens up beneath Momttata’s feet. It’s not a large hole, but to a Pokemon that size it must be massive. You hear Momttata shriek in surprise and fear as she falls a foot or two into the earth. Then nothing. You hold your breath. Your heart starts to beat again when you see Momttata’s head poke out over the rim of the hole and watch as she hauls herself up onto the ground again. She looks a little out of it and she’s breathing hard, but she’s still standing, which means you still have a chance of winning this. What would you like Momttata to do? >Tackle (d75) >Headbutt (d75) >Sand Attack (d41)
Rolled 65 (1d75)>>4464489>Headbutt (d75)Cmon roll high, its defence is only 44
Rolled 42 (1d75)>>4464489>>Headbutt (d75)
Rolled 71 (1d75)>>4464489Headbutt
Rolled 36 (1d44)
>Momttata rolled 65! >Diglett rolled 36! Momttata’s breath comes hard in her chest and you can tell she’s really hurting, but her eyes are wide and alert, scanning the ground in front of her. You hold your breath; you’re on a winning streak and you find yourself praying that Momttata make it through this battle. There! Momttata spots it. She rushes toward a small and growing mound of earth a few paces distant. Just as the Diglett pushes its snout above the line of the dirt to take its bearings, Momttata smashes her skull into the side of its head. You hold your breath again, expected the Diglett to burrow back to safety. But there is nothing except the sound of Momttata breathing. Eventually, the other trainer breaks the silence, “Tyrone... are you alright?” The Diglett remains slumped over in its hole. She runs over to it, ignoring the objections of your spitting Rattata, and checks it before taking out a Pokeball and returning the Diglett to its home. >Momttata advanced to Level 10! “Wow! You’re the real deal, you know that?” Her face has regained its composure by the time you reach her and she’s giving a halfway smile. Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a smudged wad of bills and counts them out, adding a few sticky quarters when she realizes she’s short: “Here you go; won far and square.” She briefly glances down before again meeting your gaze, “This isn’t the last you’ve seen of me. I’ll be there at the Tournament and, if I can’t beat you in this park, I’ll sure as shit beat you in Tokyo.” You nod and agree; with that can of determination, you have no doubt. The sun will start to set relatively soon, but, if you budgeted your time carefully, you could still do something else before dark. What would you like to do next? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs money) >Watch the CD >Write in
>>4464691>snack and healing time for our pokemon, relax with them for a while then head to work, you have all earned it
>>4464691>Watch the CDLet's see what that edgy guy gave us
>>4464691Good job Momtatta!we have $311 now, don't we? >>4464701Support but add >Buy a pokeballTomorrow we go catch ourselves that Gible in a cave. Hopefully.
>>4464704we really need to ball duagttata before something tragic happens like another trainer capturing her
>>4464709Its fine, mom can take care of her.
>>4464711I agree, but we take her with us everywhere and I would be quite sad if some punk captured her out from under us
>>4464725Fair enough, we can ball her afterwards. Gible first though, we need another hard hitter.
You cradle Momttata in your arms, allowing her to crawl up your arm to snuggle with her daughter behind your neck. She has had a rough day, but she won every battle and you couldn’t be more proud of her. You decide not to squeeze any more time out of the day and go home to spend some quality time with your Pokemon and your mother. But before you do so, you have to swing by somewhere. You go into Staten Island PokeMart, the big store in the commercial district of the borough, and carefully count out three hundred dollars on the counter. You still have some treats for your Rattatas at home. You walk out of the store with a much lighter wallet. >Pokeballs: One (1) >Money: $11.00 The evening passes pleasantly; you have dinner with your mother and you both enjoy watching the Rattatas scatter around the apartment in play. The Rattatas nod off in your lap or on pillows as you watch Rambo 3 on TV. Carefully picking them up, you carry the Rattata family off to bed before settling down yourself. You wake up pretty early on your last free day of the week. It’s Monday and tomorrow you have Bible study before your work week starts. You look at your calendar and blink; you screwed up counting somewhere and mislabeled a day: it’s only 316 days until the tournament! What would you like to do today? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs $2.75 each way) >Visit Montauk (costs $25 each way and takes up the whole day) >Write in
What does our mom do for work again
>>4465247>Work out with your Pokemonthen we go catch a good one
>>4465318support we are short on money to go on Montauk so I got an idea for after the workout:>Find if there is any small time tournaments with prize money, check if there are double battles too so we can bring Satoshi. We are gonna need practice for these more official type battles and if its a double we can get Satoshi to wreck house with his Pikachu.
>>4465300I haven't mentioned it yet, but our mother is an accountant at H&R Block. She keeps promising to become a CPA but has never put aside the time to actually get certified.
Hurrying through a breakfast of cereal, you decide to really get a headstart on the day and start working out. Momttata mostly sits this one out – she must still be tired from that battle yesterday – but that just makes it nicer during your frequent rests as you clutch at the stiches in your side that form after a pathetically small number of crunches. Sonttata and Dauttata do most of the exercising, chasing each other around the apartment and getting into play fights. After collapsing for the umpteenth time, you decide to calling it quits for exercising and go take a shower. Refreshed and changed, you settle down at your computer to check your email. Among the spam and junk that you expect, you’re surprised to see that someone has intentionally emailed a nobody like you. It's from your mother’s sister, out in New Jersey. You haven’t seen her in years, but she knows from calls with your mother that you’re interested in Pokemon so she does the materteral thing and forwards you random articles she finds in the local paper that have to do with Pokemon. This article is more useful than most and you read it over; the article itself is a profile of some young Pokemon trainer – hence the message that accompanies it: “Just like my nephew Andrew!” – but it also mentions a bunch of small tournament battles being held in Brooklyn this month. You jot down the locations and dates on a piece of paper and send off a quick reply thanking your aunt. And lucky you, there is even one today at Prospect Park, with the number to register. Would you like to participate in the small tournament at Prospect Park? >Yes, register as a single competitor >Yes, register as a double competitor (who will you partner with?) >No The tournament, even if you do attend, isn’t for a couple of hours, so there is still time to do something else first. What would you like to do? >Fight more trainers in Greenbelt Park >Try to find and fight wild Pokemon >Work out with your Pokemon >Go to another borough (costs $2.75 each way) >Watch the CD >Write in
>>4465689>Yes, register as a double competitor with Satoshi >Watch the CD Let us learn what the incel knows
>>4465689>Yes, register as a single competitor>Watch the CD
>>4465723Heavy support for the ash imposter
There is a number to call on the website for the Prospect Park tournament, but first you have another call to make. The tournament lets you sign up either as a single or doubles contestant and you know exactly who would make a great partner. You pull out your phone and dial the number that Satoshi gave you just yesterday. The line picks up to a lot of static and vehicle noises, like he’s standing next to a freeway. Satoshi’s voice, crackling over the bad connections, greats you with a ‘hello’ somehow worse than the most racist impersonation of a Japanese person you can imagine. Shaking your head silently, you tell him its Andrew and remind him of the battle yesterday. He gets very excited and, combined with what you can only imagine in an 18-wheeler coming by, almost unintelligible. Hoping that whatever he said wasn’t that *that* important, you mention that there is a tournament today and ask if he’d be willing to fight alongside you in the contest. From the roadside pandemonium on the other end you can just make out, “honor,” “be the very best,” and, “yes, you can count on me.” Together that should add up to a yes, right? You give him the details of the time and location and, politely affirming whatever he’s saying on the other end, type both of your information in the sign-up form for the tournament. Thinking back to the battle with Satoshi makes you remember that weird disk that weird guy gave you instead of money. It's still sitting on top of your wardrobe. You take the ‘Dig’ CD out of its plain white case and make your way to the living room, where your mother keeps a DVD player that neither of you has used in over a decade. Popping in the disk and, crossing your fingers that it isn’t anime pornography or whatever people in trench coats watch, you turn on the TV and flick to the right input. You hear the laser in the player boot up, so that’s a good sign, and a low-res image appears on the screen. It is obviously a rip of some kind, showing various Pokemon burrowing into the ground. Each segment lasts for a few minutes and then another Pokemon does pretty much the same thing. However, when a Rattata comes on the screen, you notice your little Rattata family is watching. Momttata in particular has her eyes glued to the screen, taking in every action. Getting an idea, you rewind to the begin of the Rattata section. This time, Momttata doesn’t just watch, she starts imitating the actions on the screen, pretending like she’s really tunneling like the Rattata on the TV. >Momttata learned Dig! You check the clock and realize it’s time to get going. You pull on a jacket, recall Momttata and Sonttata to their balls and, Dauttata around your neck, rush off to the tournament.
There was practically no traffic over the Narrows Bridge, so you make it to Prospect Park with plenty of time to spare. Always one for punctuality, you check in and look around to find that Satoshi hasn’t arrived yet; that’s to be expected, you are pretty early. There are a lot of other trainers here, though, so maybe now would be a good time to get to know some of the competition. What would you like to do? >Talk to the other trainers and try to make some more friends >Talk to the other trainers and try to figure out the best ways to beat them >Try not to talk to the others >write in
>>4466266>Talk to the other trainers and try to make some more friends >Talk to the other trainers and try to figure out the best ways to beat themDon’t see why we can’t do both
Just wanted to let you know that I have to move today, so there may be few or very infrequent posts today and tomorrow.Sorry for the inconvenience and I'll get back to a normal rate soon enough.
>>4467257It’s fine QM, have a nice time. Just don’t flake, it’s a good quest. Also new thread? We are on page 8
>>4467265Wait til page 10
>>4467512We are quite close to it now.
You decide to take advantage of your partner’s tardiness and rub shoulders with the other Pokemon trainers. Stepping away from your little corner, you walk into the social sphere of a huddle of trainers. Thankfully, they do the expected thing and turn to greet you: “Hey, are you also hear for the contest?” You nod and get into small talk; they seem nice enough. All of them are here for the double's tournament: Arjun and Roy, with a Grimer and a Meowth; and Samantha and David, with a Pidgeotto and a Wingull. They seem nice enough, although you gather even from the brief conversation that Samantha and David don’t work together that well, possibly something you could exploit during a battle. Arjun and Roy don’t seem to have that problem, but you do notice that Arjun can’t help crinkling his nose in disgust whenever Roy’s Grimer comes near. You talk for a few minutes, but, as friendly as they were initially, the conversation never moves beyond small talk and you are not offered any ‘ins’ to the group. You think you see Satoshi in the back, but are stopped along the way by an elderly couple who stop to ask you when the contest starts; you tell them and try to move along, but the old woman, Agnes, starts telling you about why she and her husband, Al, entered the contest. The ‘Ash Ketchum’ hat you can see in the back isn’t moving, so you stay and listen to Agnes explain all about her decision to enter the contest with her husband and their Machop and Kirlia. Al grumbles quietly the whole time. Seeing the hat begin to move, you manage to extract yourself and push into the back. Reaching the back of the crowd, you look around only to see that, rather than Satoshi, the ‘Ash Ketchum’ hat is on top of a heavily tattooed hipster with bad dreads and a Smeargle. Shutting your mouth after being moments away from calling to the man, you take a pace back and bump into someone. Turning around to apologize, you see, to your great relief, that it is your very own ‘Ash Ketchum’-hat-wearing weirdo. He lifts you up in a crushing bear hug while greeting you in butchered English. You try to return his greetings as your ribs are pulverized. After a minute, a klaxon sounds and, Satoshi grabbing your arm and pulling you at his rapid pace, you head to take your place for the start of the tournament.
At the front of the staging area, right before the table where you signed in, there is a large screen someone has set up, listing the name of the tournament; a huge ad for Subway, which is hosting the thing; and a notice of the $1,000 in prize money for each winner. At the end of the klaxon, the screen changes to display the brackets for the tournament; doubles is on the right side of the screen and has a lot fewer entrants. They all the first single matches first and the mass of participants move over to that part of the park, where they’ve set up neat little patches of mowed grass. After a brief speech by the local Subway district manager, a squat, balding, middle-aged man who looks much too excited about his role in life, they call for the first contestants in the doubles tournament. You make your way with Satoshi to field one, marked with a white placard. You didn’t recognize the names of who you’ll be facing, but as you take the field, you see that it’s the hipster with the same hat as Satoshi. The hipster notices too and, as he takes the field, takes off the hat and, looking at Satoshi, declares to his partner that he, “Can’t wear this; it’s too mainstream.” You opponents this round are two bonified Brooklyn hipsters out of a Fox News nightmare. You recognize the one with the hat and remember he had a Smeargle, but who knows what the other hipster has; you can assume not a Pidgey or a Rattata. Satoshi will obviously be fighting with his trusty Pikachu, but you still have a choice. Remember, as per tournament rules, whatever Pokemon you pick now you’ll have to stick with for the rest of the tournament. Which Pokemon do you choose? >Momttata >Dauttata >Sonttata >Gaspar
>>4469879>GasparGaspars confuse ray is quite trusty and normal type attacks won't do anything anything.
You reach into your pocket and, nodding to Satoshi, wait as the umpire counts down from three. On the signal, you release Gaspar. Pikachu runs toward the field to Satoshi’s roar of, “Pikachu, I choose you!” The Smeargle makes its way leisurely onto the field, waved on by an equally chill, currently blowing on a vape. Bouncing next to it is an Azurill. Looking at the hipsters across from you, you really have no idea which one is Seb and which is Clyde. The one with the Azurill, and the more you look at him the more you’re sure his glasses are fake, looks like a Clyde; you decide in your head that he’ll be Clyde. >Please roll a d66 for Gaspar’s speed to determine the order of battle
Rolled 133 (1d166)>>4469974Satoshi can handle the Azurill and we can handle the Smeagle. I suggest starting off with a confuse ray either way.
Rolled 39 (1d66)>>4469978wrong dice
Rolled 71 + 1 (1d277 + 1)
Rolled 75 (1d236)
Rolled 8 (1d70)
>Gaspar rolled 39! >Pikachu rolled 71! >Speargle rolled 75! >Azurill rolled 8! The field for the doubles tournament is larger than you’re used to playing on and there are still a few yards separating your Pokemon as the Smeargle and Azurill languidly cross the grass. You, and everyone else, are taken off guard when, still halfway across the field, the Smeargle hits the ground. You peer off to see that Satoshi’s Pikachu is on top of it, scratching at its face. Holy cow, you didn’t even see it leave your side! That Pikachu is going so fast, you’re surprised there isn’t a sonic boom when it moves. The tussle, to which neither of the hipster trainers seem to be able to respond in time, ends after a few seconds of rolling on the ground, when Smeargle smacks Pikachu with its tail, leaving a trail on oily paint on its side. The hipsters don’t seem to have adjust to the speed of Satoshi’s Pikachu, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take advantage of their surprise. What would you like Gaspar to do? (whichever more you choose, roll the die next to it) >Smog (d201) >Ember (d201) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d201) >Wait for the enemy to make a move
Rolled 188 (1d201)>>4470060>Confuse Ray (d201)>Warn Satoshi and Pikachu to look away
Rolled 158 (1d201)>>4470060>Confuse Ray (d201)>Warn Satoshi and Pikachu to look away
Rolled 92 (1d130)
Rolled 52 (1d146)
>Gaspar rolled 188! >Smeargle rolled 52! >Azurill rolled 92! You call out to Gaspar and his flare grows, shifting in hue from a ghostly blue to an odd mix of colors and shades. Thinking on your feet, you yell at Satoshi to look away and he calls out the same to his Pikachu -- you assume; you don’t actually speak any Japanese. Gaspar begins moving arms and swaying his solid form in a peculiar way, which, together with the queer light, has a deeply unsettling effect. Smeargle and Azurill are both caught in the ghostly glow cast by Litwick’s performance and, when the light dims, seem shaken and dulled. Pikachu, which you notice had covered its eyes with its hands, is not so dazed and rushes toward the Smeargle, filling the park with an ozone smell as its cheeks crackle. Just a few feet away, Pikachu stops and a massive crack of thunder fills the arena as Pikachu blasts Smeargle back with the force of its electrical blast. Smeargle, however, gets up with surprising agility and takes off at a click approaching Pikachu’s speed. Rounding its partner, Smeargle grabs onto the Azurill’s tail and, pulling itself around the heavy Pokemon, launches itself toward Gaspar! >Please roll a d173 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 78 (1d87)
Rolled 73 (1d173)>>4470725>>4470727Hopefully that is the role we will have to deal with
Rolled 62 (1d173)>>4470725Ghost power
>>4470789>>4470819looks like they did a bit of damage
>Smeargle rolled 78! >Gaspar rolled 73! Smeargle flies through the air like a missile towards Gaspar, landing with a gymnastic talent just shy of your Pokemon. Grabbing its slick tail, Smeargle points it at Gaspar and, from within the greasy mass of hair at the end, comes the distinct crackling of electricity. There is another sharp crack, although not quite the boom that followed Pikachu’s attacks, and a smell of ozone as sparks fly from Smeargle’s tail and arc across Gaspar. Which Pokemon should Gaspar attack? >Smeargle >Azurill What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d201) >Ember (d201) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d201) >Wait for the enemy to make a move
Rolled 13 (1d201)>>4471399>Smeargle>Ember (d201) >Tell Satoshi to focus on the Azurill to get it out quickly.
Rolled 132 (1d146)
>Gaspar rolled 13! >Smeargle rolled 132! Recovering quickly from the shock, Gaspar’s flame roars to its pale, haunting imitation of life as white tongues of flame reach out to lap at the Smeargle. In another display of impressive gymnastics, Smeargle leaps backward, darting away from the flames are they lick the ground over which it stood. Your eyes remain locked on the Smeargle, now out of range. Your attention is so focused on the peculiar beast that you barely notice a spray of harsh bubbles surging toward Gaspar from the other direction. >Please roll a d173 for Gaspar’s defense
Rolled 3 (1d173)>>4471615
>>4471623Somebody else roll please
Rolled 20 (1d173)>>4471615
Rolled 27 (1d70)
Rolled 21 (1d173)>>4471615
>Azurill rolled 27! >Gaspar rolled 20! The stream of bubbles spewing from Azurill’s mouth hits the left side of Gaspar’s body, pushing him back across the field and creating a distinctly unpleasant sizzling noise as the popping bubbles spray a mist of water over his wick. You had been so focused on the Smeargle, who had been at the center of combat since Pikachu first tackled him to the ground, that you neglected the Azurill. Its water attacks could do serious damage to your Litwick in a way that Smeargle can’t. Calling you to Satoshi, you tell him to take down the Azurill; in response, he puts one hand on the brim of his hat and moves it to the side before calling out to his Pikachu in rapid Japanese — amazing, it's like he’s parroting the TV show perfectly. Responding instantly to his trainer’s signal, the Pikachu bounds across the field toward Azurill. You spot Smeargle coming around from the opposite side of the field, moving to intercept it. Smeargle lunges and tries to tackle it, but the smaller Pikachu ducks out of its grip and keeps going to ward Azurill, skidding to a halt over the grass a few yards away. The crackling sound resonates across the park and the hair on Pikachu’s body stands on end as curent rushes through its body. In a blinding flash, electricity arcs between Pikachu’s paws and a ball of lightning shoots toward Azurill, catapulting it back with a puff of black smoke and the smell of ozone. The umpire, seated on a lifeguard’s tower at the edge of the field, holds up a red flag: “Azurill is no longer able to battle. First knockout goes to Andrew and Satoshi!” As Smeargle picks itself up off the ground, Gaspar has an opportunity to strike. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d201) >Ember (d201) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d201) >Wait for the enemy to make a move
Rolled 142 (1d201)>>4471746>Ember (d201)We were great bait
Rolled 23 (1d201)>>4471746Ember
>>4471817its ok anon, my role is only 4 below the Smeargle's defence so unless he rolls super high we got him.
>>4431665>>4431668>Not accepting real god and creator ArceusFailure.
Rolled 105 (1d146)
>Gaspar rolled 142! >Smeargle rolled 105! This time, distracted by the present danger of Satoshi’s Pikachu, Smeargle doesn’t react quickly enough to avoid Gaspar’s flames. Crawling along the grass next to it, the tendrils of ghostly white fire emanating from Gaspar seem to grab at Smeargle like the tentacles of some sea beast. Yelping in surprise and pain at contact with the queer flames, Smeargle belatedly jumps back out of the range of Gaspar’s attack. Now outnumbered, Smeargle jumps straight from the frypan into the fire. As soon as it lands, Pikachu appears by Smeargle’s side and, with a blinding flash and thunderous boom, delivers a stunning shock to the Pokemon. Facing down Pikachu, and turning a blind eye to your Litwick, Smeargle points its slick tail toward Satoshi’s Pokemon. The end seems to almost open up, as a pale flickering light emerges and plays across Pikachu’s face. Normally so fast, Pikachu slows to a trot and its look becomes hazy. You look with concern at Satoshi and resolve to have Gaspar get that beam off Pikachu ASAP. What would you like Gaspar to do? >Smog (d201) >Ember (d201) >Minimize >Confuse Ray (d201) >Wait for the enemy to make a move
Rolled 175 (1d201)>>4472773>Smog (d201)
Rolled 55 (1d201)>>4472804Smog
Rolled 2 (1d146)
>>4473115We got this
>Gaspar rolled 175! >Smeargle rolled 2! On your signal, Gaspar’s flame, normally burning in silence and without discharge, flickers a dark red and lets out a puff of foul smoke. The oily smog drifts over Smeargle’s spot nearby and, its tail light still trained on Pikachu, Smeargle inhales a lungful of the baleful gas. Dropping its tail, Smeargle bends over coughing. It vainly tries to escape, but collapses to the ground within a few seconds. The umpire stands again, waving a red flag. In a booming voice, he announces: “Smeargle is unable to battle. Winner is Satoshi and Andrew!” You hear a scattering of applause from the assembled crowd and Satoshi jumps up and down, shouting in Japanese. He keeps pausing in the air like he expects a freezeframe to happen; he just gets weird and weirder. After congratulating your Litwick on a job well done -- a nicety you don’t get to offer your opponents, who have stormed off mumbling about posers and ‘true, authentic battling’ -- you return him to his Pokeball and take advantage of the healing stations set up in the main area of the park. Looking at the roster, it looks like you are up next against Agnes and Albert. You haven’t heard anyone named either of those in decades, so it’s a fair guess that they’re the elderly couple you saw earlier with the Machop and Kirlia. There are only around 30 minutes of breaktime until the next match, but you have the chance to do something if you want. Do you want to do anything or get back to the match against Agnes and Albert? >Next battle, please >I’d like a little intermission (write it suggestions)
>>4473130>Next battle, pleaseThis is a better matchup than before for Gasper, hit them with a confuse ray at the beginning as always and focus the Machop. Satoshi can take care of the Kirlia.
>>4473130Any exp for Gaspar or do we wait until the torment is finished
>>4473139We should use sonatta
>>4473186Can't, we can only go through the tournament with one pokemon and we chose Gasper
>>4473181Gaspar is advancing, I'm just going to save the announcement until the end of the tournament.
Moving to new threat now. Should be up in the next couple of minutes. I'll post a link here.
Thread is about to die, so we're moving to a new one. >>>>4474733