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| The Adventures of a Hobo Wanting to be the Very Best.; Otherwise, a fanfiction based on a Nuzlocke run. Warning: Language | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 11 2011, 08:11 PM (579 Views) | |
| Seromi | Jan 11 2011, 08:11 PM Post #1 |
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Author's note: Read or else you're gonna get confused PROLOGUE A ragged-looking teenager laid in the grass, emotionless and absolutely, utterly bored. He was just outside of Pallet Town, which claimed to be the town of "fresh and new beginnings". It was more like that one neighborhood (yeah, that's how ridiculously small it was) that looked bright and was full sunshine, but was really more like a tedious dump. This one particular teenager, though, was not from this town. He originated from the bustling city of Saffron; a city with good looks and its dark side. Of course, he came from the bad part. He didn't know much about his true parents, he was sent to an orphanage and thrown about by foster families. He soon became sick of it all and ran away. And he ran away pretty far; Saffron's in the dead center of Kanto, while Pallet Town was tucked away in the southwestern side, forgotten. This teenager was roughly around fifteen or sixteen years of age, with rough, black hair and sharp hazel eyes with somewhat tanned skin. The teenager, whose real name wasn't known, went by "Steal", as he had stolen various goods and got away with it pretty easily. Some of the gangsters in Saffron would say that "Steal" was the most slickest thief ever known in the town. "Steal" was able to cheat off of just about anything; from jewelry to cheap candies, he would steal them all in the blink of an eye and as stealthy as an owl. For whatever reason, which many of us don't know, "Steal" would give away the stuff he stole to young orphans. He wanted to make the orphans feel loved, unlike how he felt when he was a child. However, being tossed around by people who he barely knew at all was just too much. At his ninth foster family, he snuck out and never came back. A foreboding shadow loomed over the almost-sleepy said teenager, and the boy nearly jumped when a boot harshly kicked his side. He sat up straight and stared into the eyes of the most arrogant bastard he was stuck with for the last three months he was in the town. His tired stare immediately transformed into an annoyed glare. His reaction made the kicker scoff at this. And the kicker's name was Green. "Hey, 'Steal'. Get up. Gramps wants to talk to ya." The bastard said, smirking all the while. The teen on the ground grumbled and got up. The arrogant holy terror kept smirking and scoffing all the while. "Steal" shoved Green out-of-the-way and stomped towards the old man's lab. As if by magic, Green had arrived at the lab earlier than "Steal". Being smart, the teen decided not to question the brat about how he had teleported from two yards away from the lab to the inside of the building. Instead, the said brat's grandpa ran up to "Steal" and said something that would change the homeless teenager's life forever: "I see a potential in you, 'Steal', so I'll let you start on your Pokémon journey! Choose your starter." The old man pointed towards a table with three half-red and half-white spheres lying around. "Steal" blinked before staring at the professor, dumbfounded. He was giving away creatures capable of burning a man alive within two seconds, control tsunamis at will, and use vines to pierce foes at blinding speeds, to kids? Was he really that insane? Was he truly? It didn't matter, he'd get a free Pokémon. The teen looked at the Poké Balls, each containing a powerful reptile. He looked inside the leftmost sphere, and saw a teal-colored dinosaur with a pink bulb growing on its back: Bulbasaur. He peeked into the middle one, there laid a pale-blue turtle with a lengthened tail: Squirtle. And then finally, the rightmost device. "Steal" glanced into the Poké Ball and identified the creature inside as a Charmander. It was so hard to choose just one, though. He ended up with the fire-breathing lizard of epicness. Edited by Seromi, Jan 13 2011, 03:22 PM.
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I have 36 bars of Hershey's blissfully delicious milk chocolate; however, sir, you do not. Therefore, I must rub that fact into your face. /rubs fact into your face furiously | |
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| Silvadm | Jan 11 2011, 08:29 PM Post #2 |
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Oh, cool, you're writing it? Nice. C: |
![]() but how do I follow? what road to be choosing? Do I follow the star or the Gypsy King? ![]() icon art by john | |
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| Reiadm | Jan 11 2011, 08:59 PM Post #3 |
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"As if by magic, Green had arrived at the lab earlier than "Steal". Being smart, the teen decided not to question the brat about how he had teleported from two yards away from the lab to the inside of the building." That. Is. An. Epic. Line.
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Icon from Aein. In the Year of the Rooster we had bird flu. In the Year of the Ox we had mad cow disease. In the year of the pig we had swine flu. No wonder we're screwed in 2012-- It's the Year of the Dragon. | |
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| Seromi | Jan 13 2011, 04:48 PM Post #4 |
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Author's Note Thank you for your comments. It's time for chapter one. CHAPTER I We now fast-forward to the present as we already know about our hero. Though we'll probably never know his true name, let us refer to him as his nickname: Steal. Anyway, his journey. Steal's journey had been tough (of course), as he suffered the loss of a teammate, a Spearow he had nicknamed Aerion. The hobo had to keep moving though, as the world could leave him behind. So far, he recently obtained his third badge, a feat that had taken him days. Steal also had to train his Pokémon to around level 28 or so. He still had a lot to go. The homeless Trainer sat on the pastel-colored seats in the Pokémon Center in Vermilion City, waiting for two of his Pokémon to heal up. One of them was a recently-caught Spearow who had survived a critical hit, the other was a veteran Raticate who got chewed up by a certain gym leader's Raichu. Steal remained in the lobby with four other members of his Pokémon party, a Pikachu, a Charmeleon, a Diglett and an Abra. His Charmeleon was practically his pride and joy, a treat to raise. His Pikachu was a little bit... odd, so to speak. She looked at his unnamed Charmeleon longingly but never had the courage to talk to him as much and looked... well, sad. Steal still loved her as much as Charmeleon. Owen the Diglett was a new addition to the team, and didn't trust his Trainer much. And finally, his Abra. Steal was lucky enough to even catch such a rarity, but was at least conscious enough to not treat him like some collector's Pokémon. (Note: collector's Pokémon = rare jewel of some sort.) The teen tenderly patted the heads of Charmeleon and Tsubasa (AKA, his Pikachu). He decided to change his Pikachu's name to something that made sense when he got to Lavender Town.* Steal heard a bing as the healing machine behind Nurse Joy completed the process of rejuvenating his team members. Nurse Joy called him up and placed a tray with the familiar two Poké Balls sitting on top of it. The Trainer took the tray and gave a cursory thanks to the smiling woman and went on his way. As Steal got back to his seat, he hastily snatched up the two Poké Balls and placed the tray on the empty seat next to him. "Huh," He said, "you think when we have advanced technology that it'd take a couple of seconds for Pokémon Centers to heal Pokémon, but it looks like I jinxed it." His Pokémon gave him odd looks of confusion. He waved at the air and told them that it was nothing much. He released the other two awaiting Pokémon and looked at his team square in the eye. Steal could see what they had gone through and how much they had changed. His sole veterans, Charmeleon, Tsubasa and Nib (AKA, Raticate), all shown their power in an exemplified way, whether it was through mere grinding, Trainer training or gym battles. They all had a style of battle that was unique to their own, and Steal hoped to exasperate that. "Alright, let's grind some more." He soon declared. Steal wanted to see the other three Pokémons' abilities and their own style of battling. As Steal forced Air (AKA, Spearow) to grind as much as she could, he saw on his Pokédex that the small Spearow was just one level away from evolving. After another Trainer battle, something happened to the proud Spearow. The hobo was somewhat surprised as a bright flash of light covered Air. Her shape grew in considerable size, her beak lengthened to a sharp point, and a feathery Mohawk grew atop of her head. The light faded away to reveal a cawing Fearow. He grinned at her progress, but Air needed to train much more to catch up with the others. "Good job, Air." The newly-evolved Air simply cawed and grinned at her own accomplishment. "But you're gonna need more than a badass look to be strong." Suffice to say, the Fearow's pride was instantly shattered. *(Translation: suggest a new name please? Anyone?) Edited by Seromi, Jan 13 2011, 04:49 PM.
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I have 36 bars of Hershey's blissfully delicious milk chocolate; however, sir, you do not. Therefore, I must rub that fact into your face. /rubs fact into your face furiously | |
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| Reiadm | Jan 13 2011, 08:18 PM Post #5 |
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How about Jingo? /still makes no sense |
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Icon from Aein. In the Year of the Rooster we had bird flu. In the Year of the Ox we had mad cow disease. In the year of the pig we had swine flu. No wonder we're screwed in 2012-- It's the Year of the Dragon. | |
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| Silvadm | Jan 13 2011, 08:22 PM Post #6 |
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^ I lol'd |
![]() but how do I follow? what road to be choosing? Do I follow the star or the Gypsy King? ![]() icon art by john | |
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| Seromi | Jan 15 2011, 12:20 PM Post #7 |
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GAHHHHH EVEN THOUGH I LOVE YOU FATHER, I CAN SOMEWHAT FORGIVE YOU FOR ACCIDENTALLY MURDERING MY DS. Sorry guys, until the new DS shows up on our front doorstep, this Nuzlocke run will come to a halt. |
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I have 36 bars of Hershey's blissfully delicious milk chocolate; however, sir, you do not. Therefore, I must rub that fact into your face. /rubs fact into your face furiously | |
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| Reiadm | Jan 15 2011, 12:44 PM Post #8 |
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D8 YOUR DS BROKED? |
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Icon from Aein. In the Year of the Rooster we had bird flu. In the Year of the Ox we had mad cow disease. In the year of the pig we had swine flu. No wonder we're screwed in 2012-- It's the Year of the Dragon. | |
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| Seromi | Jan 16 2011, 05:35 PM Post #9 |
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NORLY. *shot to oblivion* |
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I have 36 bars of Hershey's blissfully delicious milk chocolate; however, sir, you do not. Therefore, I must rub that fact into your face. /rubs fact into your face furiously | |
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| Reiadm | Jan 17 2011, 05:58 PM Post #10 |
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GDSAYUHF |
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Icon from Aein. In the Year of the Rooster we had bird flu. In the Year of the Ox we had mad cow disease. In the year of the pig we had swine flu. No wonder we're screwed in 2012-- It's the Year of the Dragon. | |
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