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« on: March 24, 2011, 08:49:59 PM »
March 24, 20XX
Six months. Has it really been that long? Six months ago, I tried to prove I was the very best, like no one ever was. My friends. They were slaughtered by the lord of the skies of Johto, Falkner. Some might call him a pansy, but he was the one who ended my short-lived attempt at being the Pokemon Master of Johto. I swore I would never get involved with Pokemon ever again. So I left Johto, possibly forever.
I drifted, mostly. Taking a job as a gas station attendant for a few weeks, then moving on. I never wanted to settle down, as something here or there would remind me of the painful times. Seriously, Pokemon Centers are like fucking Starbucks, these days. Every convenience store now stocks Pokeballs and Potions. Seems like I would drift further, and the Pokemon world would catch up to me. So I gave up, one day, and thus, began my barhopping career in Castelia City. The bartenders never ask questions. Nobody in this city gives a damn. Sure, the Pokemon trainers are always coming and going, fights breaking out in the busy city streets. But that's the beauty of the big city: if one street is crowded by Pokemon fights, just take another street.
Late one night, I found myself staggering out of my usual haunt at last call, drunkenly stumbling toward the place I called home that week. Landlord'll probably catch me tonight, I won't have the rent money, and he'll kick me to the curb. Fuck 'em.
However, tonight would be different. As I staggered home, I came across someone I hadn't seen in months. Since my old Hoenn days: the newly crowned Pokemon Champion of Hoenn, R^2. "Long time, no see, Dohl." Trying to convince myself this was a hallucination, I tried to turn and go around him, but I ended up crashing in to a dumpster, and blacked out.
I woke up to sunlight blazing across my eyes in a very swank hotel room, with R^2 sitting in the corner, watching me. It was kinda creepy, but whatever.
"You're a fuckin' mess, Dohl. What happened to you?" he asked.
"Get bent, high-n-mighty Magikarp goon," I growled back, the sound of a thousand Machamps running doubletime inside of my skull.
"Johto must have been brutal."
"...the fuck do YOU know?! Falkner took...he took my friends from me!"
R^2 looked at me for a long time, then spoke. "...Falkner? Fucking Falkner? He's got, what, two birds that barely qualify as Pokemon, and they tore you to shreds?!"
"I took the grass Pokemon from Professor Elm."
R^2 facepalmed.
I spoke again. "Why the hell did you bring me here?"
R^2 reached in to his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. "Being the Hoenn champion has its privileges. I've been all over the world, meeting and greeting the greatest minds in the field of Pokemon research. There's one in this region who would like to meet you. Her name is Juniper."
He held the envelope out to me. I took it from him and opened it. Inside was a letter from Juniper, introducing herself, a bus ticket to Nuvema Town, and a photograph. When I pulled it out of the envelope, R^2 spoke to me. "That's from me, actually." It was a photograph of a Pidgeotto, smashing a lit Cuban in to a Machop's face. I looked at R^2, who simply smiled. "I'm sure you could draw some inspiration from it."
I rubbed my head and looked at the bus ticket. "Am I really going to go through with this again?" R^2 chuckled.
"Of course. It's in your blood, same as me."
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Alright, guys. Since I can't draw worth a shit, I'm doing this shit in the form of a journal. WHO'S MY STARTER GONNA BE? Snivy, Tepig, or Oshawott?
