Purple, Johto Day 77: The Tale Of Waiting A Long Time

It sure is boring around here, who would have thought it would take Eusine longer than a single day to traverse the entire region back to Mahogany Town. I think I might challenge Morty soon, just to pass some time. I have also made a few IMPORTANT LIFE DECISIONS in the time I've been here, I'll tell you guys about them later.

But for now, I will continue to rest. Maybe I could Koff Koff to evolve again if we did something rather than doing nothing? Naw, he'll remember how to do it in time.


Catch You Later!
Purple Gitimall, Pokemon Trainer Victorious

P.S: EUSINE I AM VERY, VERY BORED.

Purple, Johto Day 58: The Tale Of Bug Catching!

Hello everybody! So you must be saying to yourself, "Purple! Why did it take you so long to walk from Goldenrod to Mahogany Town?" Well I can assure you it has nothing to do with my rapidly worsening health from eating nothing but Berries and other items plucked off the ground or my inability to navigate the land. What has led me astray for so long then?

Bug Catching Contest! There is one every Tuesday in the National Park that is just outside of Goldenrod and I decided I wanted to enter it! Unfortunately it was Sunday when I got there, so I had to wait (I left my Lifeboy Color on for a few days with my body parked in front of the Guard checking if it was Tuesday yet every few hours).

The contest began with the ides of Tuesday, and I cannot tell you how unprepared I was. I was expecting a Safari Zone-esque setup that would have me capturing Pokemon without the use of my own, but the weird thing was: I could use my own Pokemon! Disorienting!

I had 20 minutes to capture the best bug I could! What constitutes being the best bug, I do not know (Just kidding guys! I totally know! It is based on the Level of the Bug relative to the maximum level available, IV's, Health left after capture, and Rarity (I knew all of this off the top of my head (I did not look it up here. ))).

I looked high! I looked low! I looked all around! Let's just say looking low actually worked best, because as it turns out, most bugs are very small and as a result stay close to the ground. I captured a Caterpie, only to remember that Caterpie was the first Pokemon I ever saw, and with that memory I reflected upon how much I've grown as a person since that day. And then I stomped the life out of the little bug, just like the good old days! I captures a Paras after that and was pretty pleased with myself, or should I say, was pleased until I saw a Scyther! I wanted it! I sent out Paras to do battle with it so I could capture it while it was distracted, but apparently Scythers don't fall for tricks like that because it stabbed my Paras to death and then cut my arm to warn me to back off(I feel like I'm in a movie!). The contest would end in 20 seconds, and I was left without a Bug! What could I do!

DING DONG. YOU'RE BUG CATCHING SAFARI ZONE IS OVER.

I have a plan, act cool.

...

So apparently the Judges knew that I didn't catch Stache in the contest (something about Heracrosses not being available in the park?), and instead awarded the first place to Youngster Samuell who caught a really good Caterpie. Crippling defeat!

And that's how I spent my Tuesday. What? Where was I for the rest of the Wednesday and today? Well, I was battling a stupid Psychic who kept putting my Pokemon to sleep (and possibly myself).

Yup.


Catch You Later!
Purple Gitimall, Pokemon Trainer Victorious

P.S: I get to see Eusine tomorrow! Yay!

Pink Joy, Johto Day 58: Ilex Forest

There.

No, there.

There again.

There and back again.

There.

Gone.  The Celebi was gone. The grass/psychic Pokémon (the Pokédex says its genderless, but a girl can tell another girl. Celebi is a girl) had been taunting me during my travels with images of my Uncle Gio stuck in a room with an old man called William Bell in an alternate universe - or that is what I can gather from the images, I might be completely wrong, or I'm on the fringe of the answer but I just can't get the complete answer.

After a time, the Celebi left me alone and I ended up walking right into a man. The man looked desperate and scared, and his eyes darted about at anything and everything around him. After some small talk (as he tried to hit on me but I simply gestured to Chewy and he stopped) he told me he was looking for his Pokémon, Farfetch'd.

With nothing better to do (and to get him to leave me alone), I informed him I would go look for said Pokémon and return some time later with news either way.

Three hours later, I gave up and made camp by a shrine for a time-traveling Pokémon. A pity it didn't tell me the name of the Pokémon it was a shrine to. Ah well. Anyways, I was sleeping rather nicely and dreaming dreams of an Officer Jenny injecting a pink-haired woman with the blood of a fire-type Pokémon, when a noise startled me. I set Chewy to the noise and within seconds, Chewy came back with a dead bird Pokémon in his jaws. The water Pokémon threw the bird onto the fire (I did mention I made a fire I'm sure) and thirty minutes later, we sat down and enjoyed a nice evening meal (its also evening).

While we ate, the man looking for the Farfetch'd found us and he took a place by the fire. I shared some of the meat of the dead bird with him, and he smiled and said it tasted like Combusken (most things do).

It was sometime later when I realized the dead bird was the Farfetch'd. If I was to tell the man, he would follow me, so instead I left, wishing him good luck, adding, 'There's a bit of Farfetch'd in all of us.'

The explosion killed seven people. I was the only one to survive.

Nurse Pink Joy McQueen

Gent Trainer Andrew ♂, Johto Day 57: All The Pretty Internets

Goldenrod continues to rehash and scramble about the broken image of a mirrored silvery image.  Burn pylons zigzag ad nauseum throughout the billowing burlap sacks slung and crosshatched to rusty natural hitches created in the metal.  Every neon-candied bike lining the linoleum floor has been cleared out to some other warehouse.  People are restless about that. 

I came to the luminescent shimmering obelisk as a Venonat to carrion.  The stark contrast against night offered some warm creeping feeling familiar as a mother’s tit to a suckling newborn.  There was no decision.  Only the scraping of mechanical gears whooshing through stained aluminum guiders.  Grey, grey, and more of the stuff prostrated my vision so violently my eyes blinked fierce.  A sign flashes Global Terminal above and the woman inside greets my haggard self all friendly and plastic smiling.

Each panel aligned vertical then backed in pouched bunches of two, and lead to electric worlds performed by text in rigid-step formations.  Though I’m unsure of what futuristic devices are at work, it seems that they teleport with haphazardness in my own vision those unloved Pokémon cruise these pathways unabated to another’s group.  Dratini, who’s ball has sat unused in my back pocket scaring-up dust particles seemed a good start to the maddening stakes blurring beyond me. 

Dratini to Noctowl to Tepig to Kingler to Krookodile to Rotom to Hippowdon has configured through those convoluted derangements to equal out to Porygon-Z.  It’s smoothed body and build capture the eye and spirit in a harsh way I can’t help but amuse myself with.  The commonality in its being remains abreast my current team. 

Wait, what’s this?  What is my Nintendo WFC and why has it died?  I don’t like this. 
Gent Trainer Andrew ♂

Pink Joy, Johto Day 55: Pokémon Independence Day!

Its the day when Pokémon can be independent, and the day when countless Pokémon are left homeless and abandoned, as most trainers decide to be independent of their Pokémon forever.  Fun.

Well, Chewy and I are doing well and the Bellsprout, Supper, was very tasty.  After eating, I came across a town where bugs littered the place like maggots on a corpse.  Here and there, Spinaraks, Beedrills, Butterfrees, and many more crawled about.

A few days ago, an Officer Jenny had been sent here to investigate an epidemic started by a trainer called Purple Gitimall, who violated a Pokémon Gym Leader.  As a result, the Pokémon Gym Leader was not available to verse trainers, so instead, they were handing out badges.  That means I have two Johto badges.

But leaving this town was going to be hard, as since the Gym Leader Bugsy had been incapacitated, his bug Pokémon had gone crazy and spread everywhere.  People were fighting desperately for their lives against the many Pokémon that devoured all in their path.  Luckily, I had a Pokémon who also devoured all in his path, Chewy.

Three hours later, and all the Pokémon were eaten.  Chewy evolved into Croconaw as a result.

We're doing really well.

Also, I got a call from my Uncle Gio who told me he was visited by a Pokémon with a blue box.  he's currently trapped in time and space and there is only one thing I can do to save him.

I have to go...

BACK TO THE FUTURE!

Well to the future anyways.

I need a way to get to the future, but I don't know how.  Does anyone know of a certain Doctor that could help?

Nurse Pink Joy McQueen

Purple, Johto Day 54: The Tale Of How I Organized My Pokemon!

I've decided I needed to organize my Pokemon. So I am going to look through my PC, and figure out who shall be on my team! Whats that? I have a Kangaskhan in the PC! That's awesome! Let me just pull it out-

AHARCEUSFUCKSHITWHATWHYOHMYEUSINEWHYISTHERESOMUCHBLOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I remember now, I gutted this Kangaskhan and left it to rot in my PC. I will get a tattoo reminding me I have a Dying Kangaskhan in the box, so I never have to through that again.

So after talking it out with Koff Koff and the guys, and meeting the Elderly Couple who run the Daycare center to the south of Goldenrod, I've decided what I am going to do! Here is what I am doing with my Pokemon:

TEAM
Koff Koff the Koffing (formally a Weezing)
Missile the Raichu
Giggles the Quagsire
Pearl the Sunflora
Stache the Heracross
Pokemon Andrew (Aipom) the Aipom

BOX
The Dying Kangaskhan
The Scrambler the Exeggutor
Tubbo The Fatguy the Snorlax
"Shitty Duck" the Farfetch'd
Girly the Hitmonchan
Prisoner of War the Tentacruel

DAYCARE
Simon the Poliwhirl
Garfunkel the Magmar

Originally I wanted Simon & Garfunkel to come along with me, but they insisted they stay behind so they could work together on some new albums (of attacks), and they said the Daycare would be the best place to do so. I talked to the Oldman who runs the daycare and he told me that it was a bad idea to leave those two together, due to how incompatible they are. I responded by telling him he had caught a case of being a dumb oldman because that could never be true, Simon & Garfunkel are best friends! I'll keep you guys updated on them!

So I am setting off towards Mohagny Town to take on Morty there and meet up with Euisine to report that I completely forgot about looking for Suicune (I'll probably just lie and tell him I saw it run across the ocean, I think that would make him happy), as I do not feel like I can beat Whitney yet. Once I am stronger, I will defeat her and her sorcery!


Catch You Later
Purple Gitimall, Pokemon Trainer Victorious

P.S: I heard some guys in Black Outifts who called themselves "Teen Locket" (I might of misheard that, although I think Teen Locket is a boyband, so I am probably right) talking about Trainer Andrew ♂'s battle against Umbreon yesterday. It went something like this:

Guy 1: "Dude, did you see that guy fight an Umbreon yesterday?"
Guy 2: "Yeah, the special effects were pretty nice, but there wasn't any substance to the characters."
Guy 1: "Nuh-uh! Didn't you see the raw emotion between that guy and his Lickitung when his Master protected him from Umbreon's assault of Faint Attacks."
Guy 2: "But why did any of that happen? It was just one big battle that had no point and was just thrown out onto the market to score a quick buck."
Guy 1: "You only say that because you didn't read the story leading up to the event."
Guy 2: "I shouldn't have to read something else to get the full effect of a piece. Everything should be self contained."
Guy 1: "You're dumb. I hate you."
Meowth: "Meowth, that's right!"

Purple, Johto Day 53: The Tale of NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THE BIKE SHOP! ANDREW AND HIS STUPID BLACK EEVEE (IM NOT A RACIST BUT I HATE UMBREON (It actually wouldn't be a case of racism anyways, it would fall under speciesism, which is a different sect of prejudice) DESTROYED THE ONE AND ONLY THING I HOLD SACRED IN THIS WORLD (aside from the rest of Johto and a lot of other things). I MAD. I SO MAD.  THIS BIKE SHOP WAS THE BEST OF US.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.


Catch You Later!
Purple Gitimall, Pokemon Trainer Victorious

P.S: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Gent Trainer Andrew ♂, Johto Day 53: Right of the Damned

Odd, and internet hiccup.  I hope the rest of this got through.

Pulling myself up from the shards of glass strewn around me, I tried to blink away the blood that had nestled in my eye from the injury, but I ended up merely tying a bit of the red handkerchief she had given me across my face.  Beyond just my throbbing scalp, the bullet wound in my leg was still smarting, despite how much Lickitung spit I had used to dull the pain, which now shot into my hip and created a slow, horrid burn where the metal ball had exited.  I couldn’t put any pressure on the limb either. 

I forced myself to limp forward, and towards the seething little black body not a few yards away, I almost fell landing a sharp kick to Umbreon’s stomach.  He wretched from the blow before firing off a Dark Pulse in my direction, but I threw my weight away from the blast, barely missing its deadly sting.  Forward again, I grabbed Umbreon’s back leg, holding it close to my face. 

There couldn’t be any more PP left in his attacks, Fearow had seen to that.  My mind quickly flashed Fearow’s eyes, and how they’d looked at me the moment before the crash, wide and fearful, yet somehow trusting.  He had done well, and is sorely missed.

The cornered beast fights hardest, and my midsection met with a volley of light scratches and bites, death throws really.  I could barely feel them on my already bruised and beaten flesh.  My hand laid a sharp smack to his face, stunning him.  Umbreon flashed his pointed yellow teeth in my direction- even to the very end he was a killer through and through.  I brought him even higher.  I wanted to see the whites of his eyes, to watch them fade as the life drained from his body.  I had bloodlust, pure and simple.  It coursed through my body, driving me on like a rabid Houndour seeking its final bite.    

I was stopped though, quite in mid attack.  My hands held tight to its skull, my fingers nearly gouging those wicked eyes out.  It may have only been a trick of the light, but I swear I saw a flash of purple in those eyes, Espeon’s purple.  In some universal fit of divinity, I felt a small lump in my pocket.  Reaching in, I pulled out the Normal Stone Purple had given me.  It glowed with a dull light, one which couldn’t be seen with the naked eye –per say, but something that had to be felt with the inner mind- Master would be proud of me for finally learning this lesson. 

Holding the stone out before me, I gently placed it onto Umbreon’s forehead, right above the scar where my shuriken had grazed him.  A wonderful white light appeared, and I was so awed by it that I dropped the pokémon, which was bathed all over the diamond-like aura onto the ground.  A great whistling sound arose behind me, and turning around I saw a white ball hurtling across the sky and straight towards my location.  It floated into Umbreon, and an array of rainbow shards skittered across the surface of the now indefinite, changing mass.  Two large ears formed began to take shape, then a tail, and then the rest of it.  As the light faded I was able to see what had been done.  Before me stood a proud creature, its head held high above a white mane, its brown tail straight in attention: Double Eeveon.

I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe what had just transpired before me.  It looked just as my old Eevee had looked, but seemed slightly bigger.  Not much bigger mind you, just a little taller.  Taking out a pokéball, I commanded Double Eeveon to return, and with a beam of red light, he did. 

The sun hung low in the sky, and I shook a great feeling of weariness from my bones as I strode across the ruins of the bike shop.  My head was held high, and my spirit soared.  Lickitung must have carried me to the pokémon center, as I don’t remember coming into the place. 

I shall rest now,
Gent Trainer Andrew ♂

Purple, Johto Day 52: The Tale Of How I Remembered What I Was Doing Yesterday

I remember now! Yesterday I was going to ask Whitney why she is so strong! What reason could it be? I would state several possibilities, but I did that yesterday. But because I like you people SO MUCH, I will detail several scenarios that could possibly be true:

1. She is an Ex-Elite Four member.
2. At one time she may have been a man.
3. Her legs are Robonic.
4. Her hair isn't naturally pink.
5. Push-Up Bra.
6. Her Miltank is actually a Taruos in disguise to be able to get into the women league Pokemon battles.

There are our situations! Letsa go!

"Hey Whitney, why are you so powerful?"

"Well Hun, I always send out Clefairy first and have her use Metronome over and over until she faints (to soften the enemies), and then I have Miltank use Rollout until all of your Pokemon are dead (and if she almost dies, I have her use Milkdrink~)."

What the fuck was that. A strategy? A STRATEGY. POKEMON. STRATEGY. NO.

I am going to rid myself of this rage. I'll take a visit to the Goldenrod Bike Shop, the Jem of Goldenrod. Truly, if anything were to ever happen to the Goldenrod Bike Shop, the entirety of Johto would collapse upon the crushing weight of it's own sadness.

Catch You Later!

Purple Gitimall, Pokemon Trainer Victorious



Pink Joy, Johto Day 52: It begins.

It began at dawn.

I had been traveling for a long time and found myself at a place called Bellsprout Tower, where a bunch of people pray to Bellsprouts.  Why?  Because Bellsprouts hold the secret answers of the universe.  They know how it all began and how it will end.  They are also very very tasty.  Chewy the Totodile has eaten three.  I also caught one for him to eat later.  I'm thinking of calling the Bellsprout a name.  How does Supper sound?

My next stop was the first Pokémon Gym of Johto.  It was a large place full of birds and lots and lots of birdshit.  It was everywhere.  On the floor.  On the walls.  On the ceiling and on people's heads and shoulders.  The whole place stank but our noses had been in the cold too long.  Chewy and I ventured further into the gym.  Chewy cleared the way of much and trainers, drowning two and making the interior gleam as if it were new.

It was then when I met the Gym Leader.

He loved birds, way too much.  He was in the process of...

@#@#''''--= [;;;s; a;sa;wa;sa ';'////

While they... performed, I ordered Chewy to steal the Pokémon Gym badge.

We were successful but then we had to run.  We raced across the floor and out of the building, then bumped into Silver, my cousin.  He's a nice nice nice nice, NICE NICE NICE NICE awful nasty trainer.  He had stolen a Chikorita and challenged me to a duel.  I had never seen a Pokémon swallow another Pokémon whole until today.  Silver is unhappy and promised to challenge me once again, hinting that the city of Goldenrod was presently being attacked by Team Rocket.

This might be relevant to me.

Nurse Pink Joy McQueen