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 ♂