Post by MatrixMan95 on Oct 16, 2010 15:35:22 GMT -5
*NOTE FOR NEWCOMERS* If you don't know how you want to start, this is a good example.
I’d like a Male Chimchar named Fred.
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I couldn't sleep. Not even after reading, doing pushups, or staring at the ceiling with the lights off could I get any sleep. I jumped out of bed and settled by the window with my legs crossed, watching for stray bug-types or the occasional Zubat to flit across the moonlit night sky. Tomorrow is it, I thought, tomorrow I set out on my journey, for real.
I had played the training games like all the other kids when I was growing up. The government made sure that kids wouldn't just run out into the wilderness because they held some idealistic notion of what it was like to be a trainer. But tomorrow, I was doing it for real.
I fired up the latest version, and checked my team. As I glanced down at the digital models of the Pokémon I'd be facing someday out in the real world, I started to get more and more nervous. What if I chickened out when I got to the Prof's lab? What if my starter hated me? What if I sucked as a trainer and it got knocked out in the first route and then a Gyarados jumped out of a lake and attacked me and...
I was worrying too much. I clicked through the menus on the training game to the list of known types. That would help me relax. I hoped.
Ok, so the first three are obvious. Fire beats Grass, Grass beats Water, and Water beats Fire. What's next? Um... Ice beats Grass, also Poison beats Grass.
Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't get a grass starter. The lists went on and on. I spent about another hour obsessing over which starter would give me the best chances in the wild, against trainers, against the League, but it soon became apparent that it didn't really matter. How many different starters had I chosen in the training games?
I finally fell asleep around 3:00 am, with images of the starters running through my head.
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I woke up at 10:00 am.
"What the ?", I yelled, leaping out of bed and pulling my clothes on. My alarm clock was supposed to go off at 7! What had happened? No time for that now. I grabbed my frame pack from the corner of my room. I didn't need to worry about supplies, I had spent the last week obsessing about what to bring. Too bad I couldn't buy any potions yet. Those store clerks won't sell that kind of stuff to you unless you've got a trainer's license.
I sped out of my apartment and down the road, going as fast as I could toward Professor Oak's lab. Everyone must have already gotten their starters and left! Now I wouldn't get a good pick!
I slid to a stop outside the lab and tried to catch my breath. Not too much luck there.
"Well, this is it." I said to myself as I pushed the door open and walked inside.
Professor Oak was working at one of the lab islands when I entered the room. He didn't notice me, too busy scraping a sample from the rocky hide of a Geodude. As I looked around, I could see this was very different from anything I could have expected. Off to one side, there were several large glassed off environmental areas with Pokémon running around inside them, or just sleeping and hanging out. I walked closer for a better look, and was greeted by a bone smacking against the glass in front of my face.
The bone bounced off and spun through the air, and was caught by its owner, a small angry looking Cubone. It growled at me and shook it's club like and old man with a walking stick, and then trundled off.
"Hey, watch that guy! he's got a nasty temper!"
I turned around quickly to see Prof. Oak standing there with a smile on his face. "He's here for rehabilitation. Got quite an injury out in the wild, and I'm helping to patch him up." he said, reaching into his lab coat pocket.
I was confused for a moment, but then got it together.
"Have the other trainers been here yet? Did they get their starters yet? All the good ones are gone, aren't the-" Oak cut my off with a wave of his hand. He shook his head, smiling.
"My boy, none of the others are here yet," he said, looking at a book he pulled out of his pocket. "They're not due here until tomorrow morning, in fact."
I let out a huge sigh. As usual, none of my worries had been real.
"Now," Oak said, turning and walking across his lab, "why don't you come with me and take a look at the Pokémon?"
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We came out into a large room with more of the environmental areas, only these held several members of each starter species. Three lively Pikachu chased and wrestled with each other in a grassy enclosure, small sparks of electricity flying from their fur. A Treecko sunned itself in a branch, the others no where to be seen in the leafy foliage of their area.
As I looked around, I saw that all the starters were stopping their play and were looking at me. Two Totodiles popped their heads out of the water and stared at me with their large eyes.
Oak waved his hand at the room. “Talk a walk around. Find one that you like, but don’t forget: Make sure it likes you as well, or you’ll never be true partners.” He then pulled something else out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was my Trainer’s licnese. “When you make your choice, just swipe that through the door. You’ll find pokeballs on the side of the door. The one that’s lit up is for the one you let out.”
I walked around, looking in at each starters’ living area. Most ignored me, although one Pikachu did sniff my hand before running back to tackle one of it’s playmates. I had almost given up when I got to the Chimchars.
The small chimp pokemon scampered about, swinging from low branches and jumping over rocks, having the time of their lives. As I aproched, two of them started screaming at me, but the third scampered over, jumped up on the fence, and smushed it’s face against the glass, staring at me.
I knew it. This was the pokemon that would be my partner. Professor Oak smiled.
“This little fellow is quite the handful. Do you think you’ve made your choice?”
I swiped my card in the door and it popped open. The Chimchar ran out, jumped up onto my backpack, and promptly took my hat and placed it on it’s head. Laughing, I took the pokeball from the door and clipped it to my belt.
Oak handed me one last thing, my Pokedex and pokeballs. “Take care now,” he said. “Use the door over there. It will take you out to the start of Route 1.”
As I walked to the back of the lab, I looked up at the Chimchar riding on my shoulder. He grined back at me, and pulled the cap down over his left eye.
“I think I’ll call you Fred.”
I’d like a Male Chimchar named Fred.
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I couldn't sleep. Not even after reading, doing pushups, or staring at the ceiling with the lights off could I get any sleep. I jumped out of bed and settled by the window with my legs crossed, watching for stray bug-types or the occasional Zubat to flit across the moonlit night sky. Tomorrow is it, I thought, tomorrow I set out on my journey, for real.
I had played the training games like all the other kids when I was growing up. The government made sure that kids wouldn't just run out into the wilderness because they held some idealistic notion of what it was like to be a trainer. But tomorrow, I was doing it for real.
I fired up the latest version, and checked my team. As I glanced down at the digital models of the Pokémon I'd be facing someday out in the real world, I started to get more and more nervous. What if I chickened out when I got to the Prof's lab? What if my starter hated me? What if I sucked as a trainer and it got knocked out in the first route and then a Gyarados jumped out of a lake and attacked me and...
I was worrying too much. I clicked through the menus on the training game to the list of known types. That would help me relax. I hoped.
Ok, so the first three are obvious. Fire beats Grass, Grass beats Water, and Water beats Fire. What's next? Um... Ice beats Grass, also Poison beats Grass.
Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't get a grass starter. The lists went on and on. I spent about another hour obsessing over which starter would give me the best chances in the wild, against trainers, against the League, but it soon became apparent that it didn't really matter. How many different starters had I chosen in the training games?
I finally fell asleep around 3:00 am, with images of the starters running through my head.
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I woke up at 10:00 am.
"What the ?", I yelled, leaping out of bed and pulling my clothes on. My alarm clock was supposed to go off at 7! What had happened? No time for that now. I grabbed my frame pack from the corner of my room. I didn't need to worry about supplies, I had spent the last week obsessing about what to bring. Too bad I couldn't buy any potions yet. Those store clerks won't sell that kind of stuff to you unless you've got a trainer's license.
I sped out of my apartment and down the road, going as fast as I could toward Professor Oak's lab. Everyone must have already gotten their starters and left! Now I wouldn't get a good pick!
I slid to a stop outside the lab and tried to catch my breath. Not too much luck there.
"Well, this is it." I said to myself as I pushed the door open and walked inside.
Professor Oak was working at one of the lab islands when I entered the room. He didn't notice me, too busy scraping a sample from the rocky hide of a Geodude. As I looked around, I could see this was very different from anything I could have expected. Off to one side, there were several large glassed off environmental areas with Pokémon running around inside them, or just sleeping and hanging out. I walked closer for a better look, and was greeted by a bone smacking against the glass in front of my face.
The bone bounced off and spun through the air, and was caught by its owner, a small angry looking Cubone. It growled at me and shook it's club like and old man with a walking stick, and then trundled off.
"Hey, watch that guy! he's got a nasty temper!"
I turned around quickly to see Prof. Oak standing there with a smile on his face. "He's here for rehabilitation. Got quite an injury out in the wild, and I'm helping to patch him up." he said, reaching into his lab coat pocket.
I was confused for a moment, but then got it together.
"Have the other trainers been here yet? Did they get their starters yet? All the good ones are gone, aren't the-" Oak cut my off with a wave of his hand. He shook his head, smiling.
"My boy, none of the others are here yet," he said, looking at a book he pulled out of his pocket. "They're not due here until tomorrow morning, in fact."
I let out a huge sigh. As usual, none of my worries had been real.
"Now," Oak said, turning and walking across his lab, "why don't you come with me and take a look at the Pokémon?"
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We came out into a large room with more of the environmental areas, only these held several members of each starter species. Three lively Pikachu chased and wrestled with each other in a grassy enclosure, small sparks of electricity flying from their fur. A Treecko sunned itself in a branch, the others no where to be seen in the leafy foliage of their area.
As I looked around, I saw that all the starters were stopping their play and were looking at me. Two Totodiles popped their heads out of the water and stared at me with their large eyes.
Oak waved his hand at the room. “Talk a walk around. Find one that you like, but don’t forget: Make sure it likes you as well, or you’ll never be true partners.” He then pulled something else out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was my Trainer’s licnese. “When you make your choice, just swipe that through the door. You’ll find pokeballs on the side of the door. The one that’s lit up is for the one you let out.”
I walked around, looking in at each starters’ living area. Most ignored me, although one Pikachu did sniff my hand before running back to tackle one of it’s playmates. I had almost given up when I got to the Chimchars.
The small chimp pokemon scampered about, swinging from low branches and jumping over rocks, having the time of their lives. As I aproched, two of them started screaming at me, but the third scampered over, jumped up on the fence, and smushed it’s face against the glass, staring at me.
I knew it. This was the pokemon that would be my partner. Professor Oak smiled.
“This little fellow is quite the handful. Do you think you’ve made your choice?”
I swiped my card in the door and it popped open. The Chimchar ran out, jumped up onto my backpack, and promptly took my hat and placed it on it’s head. Laughing, I took the pokeball from the door and clipped it to my belt.
Oak handed me one last thing, my Pokedex and pokeballs. “Take care now,” he said. “Use the door over there. It will take you out to the start of Route 1.”
As I walked to the back of the lab, I looked up at the Chimchar riding on my shoulder. He grined back at me, and pulled the cap down over his left eye.
“I think I’ll call you Fred.”