SilverBlaze09
July 1st, 2005, 07:58 PM
Yup, it's me. The incomparable SB, bored as heck and stuck in his other fic.
So, he decides to write another fic WHILE he's continuing the other one.
AND he decides to stop speaking of himself in the third person.
So, anyways.
I decided to try this here first, since I like the color, then move it over to SPPF if I like it or whatever.
Enough chatter.
The prologue is mainly based on dialogue, so don't expect much here.
Except, of course, a look into author/narrator relationship.
lol XDDDDD<-can I type enough of those?
Yet another Legend from out of Time
Prologue?
Well, I was sitting around my little world wondering what to do, when I suddenly got hit by an idea.
What if I was to invade my version of the Pokemon world?
Maybe nothing, but…
It might make an interesting story.
So, I opened up a portal and grabbed some supplies. Well, okay, just a giant notebook.
So, I hopped into the world of Pokemon with only a notebook and my vast knowledge of Pokemon. That, and the knowledge that I was the AUTHOR!
SO, yeah, I was more prepared than anybody might be.
SO, I busted through the thingie in between here and there.
I saved the world twice, beat the weenie league two or three dozen times, and captured all two million different Pokèmon, from past and present and future. In duplication or something like that.
SO, after doing all that, I got bored. Really, really bored. "Like a rocket scientist at a ‘National Stoopid Person’s Club’ convention." Wait, that’s the quote for insanity…
Anyway, I decided to become a Legend. You know, with all the riddles and stuff so that a future lucky somebody (or lucky future somebody) would have to solve them when the evil events that I set in motion would come to pass. I mean, what’s a Legend without its mystery?
AAANNNNDDD, I got my own narrator for the legend and stuff!
Fun, huh?
And now, the beginning begins…
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Narrator: Our story begins-
Oh, gimme a break.
Narrator: Why. Did. You. Inter. Rupt. My. SENTENCE?!!
Because that’s the oldest beginning in the book, next to ‘Once upon a time’. People are tired of that already! Don’t you have a single creative brain cell in your head?
Narrator: Look, just because you’re the author doesn’t give you special privileges to insult me or my job. You wanted a narrator, you get a narrator, and the narrator DOES HIS THING!
Okay, okay, sheesh, don’t be so uptight. All I’m saying is-
Narrator: THAT MY JOB IS OUT OF DATE! THAT I’M DOING THIS ALL WRONG! THAT I’VE GOT WAX COMING OUT MY EARS!
Actually, you do.
Narrator: AAEEIIIUGHHH!!!
What?
Narrator: Okay. Okay. Just. Shut. Up.
Hmph. Fine, I’ll ignore you.
Narrator: Fine, fine, I’ll take that. Er-hem. AS I WAS SAYING…
Mumble…
Narrator: NOW what?
When are we gonna get to the story?
Narrator: Grr…
Hey, I thought you were the N-A-R-R-A-T-O-R!? When’re you gonna start narrat-
Narrator: I have an idea, let’s just ignore him, okay? Okay.
Hey, that’s against the rules!
Narrator: This day marks the nine hundred ninety-ninth year since-
Howdja like that? I got it just short of a grand total of, heh, ‘grand’, one thousand years!
Narrator: -the great Author blazed his way through the Pokèmon world-
And did it with style!
Narrator: -and then WENT TO SLEEP!
Yeah, sleep is cool, huh?
Narrator: However, the Narrator quit his job, so the great Author never got his Legend going!
I get the hint. No more talkin’ ‘til the story starts, okay?
Narrator: And a bonus from the Union…
Fine.
Narrator: Now, a dark cloud rises above the entire planet… The evil members of Team Pokit have begun a massively evil campaign of terrible, evil awfulness, awakening the evil Pokèmon of Evil. A set of three have been chosen as the ones to awaken the great Author, the only one to defeat the evil Pokèmon of Evil-
Get on with the story already!
Narrator: ARHPJKGHFDAAVBEBANZXWPQUWPHSBCC!111!!!!!11
Geez, touchy today, huh? Didn’t eat your Narrator-Os?
Narrator: I QUIT!
Oh, put a sock in it. I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. ‘Yeah, we got the ‘evil’ part, now jump to the Matrix-type fighting, okay?’
Narrator: I get the message. Er-hem, so now I begin our tale in Pallet-
Because that’s where all good little stories start?! Let’s start it somewhere else, like Lavaridge. Boy, have they got some sweet sports, like lava diving and lava swimming and lava belching…
Narrator: Fine. Our story begins in Lavaridge-
But, Pallet IS traditional, sooo…
Narrator: Fine. Our story-
BUT, Sootopolis has some nice scenery…
Narrator: OurstorybeginsinSootopoliswhereour-
BUT, wouldn’t Goldenrod be cool? I mean, it’s in Johto, and it’s a big city…
Narrator: OurstorybeginsinOutskirtStandwhereourmainhero-
BUT, Outskirt Stand in Orre would be nice… Wait, what?
Narrator: hasjustwontheannualbloodandgutsderby.
Geez, the prologue is almost done for Pete’s sake!
Narrator: And whose fault is it?
I dunno, but whoever did it needs to be slapped with a fish!
Narrator: I think we’re all in accord with that.
Let’s at least introduce the characters!
Narrator: Why?
Because that’s what prologues are supposed to do! They set the stage for the rest of the story! You can’t expect people to read this unless we add something awesome, like cool characters!
Narrator: Fine. You or me?
Oh, oh, me, me!
Narrator: Go.
Main Hero: Crash Slappem
Pokèmon: Rattata, Aerodactyl
Narrator: There, don’t give them any more information or they’ll leave out of boredom!
Whoo, who stepped on YOUR toes? I KNOW that already! C’mon, I’m The Author, for Pat’s sake!
Narrator: And why the male main hero? EVERYBODY knows girls look cooler on the DVD boxes.
Look, that’s the way it’s supposed to be, okay? Unwritten rule.
Narrator: Where’d you hear THAT?
Read it somewhere.
Secondary Hero: Christy Wallflower
Pokèmon: Ain’t tellin’.
Narrator: What?
Just watch.
Secondary Hero: Clock Bone
Pokèmon: Ain’t tellin’.
Narrator: Not much there, is there?
That’s the prologue. Now comes the fun part… THE WARNINGS!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
BEGIN STORY.
WARNING!
THE FOLLOWING MAY, NAY, WILL CONTAIN HUMOROUS POKES AT ALMOST ANYTHING I CAN THINK OF, INCLUDING POLITICS AND POLITICAL PARTIES, CLICHÉ AND STEREOTYPICAL IDEAS AND STUFF, ETC. BOTH REAL AND FICTITOUS. PH34R!!!!!
BEYOND THAT, THERE SHALL ALSO BE ANNOYING CONVERSATIONS INVOLVING THE NARRATOR AND THE AUTHOR/CHARACTERS.
I MAY EVEN THROW IN SOME VIOLENCE TO APPEASE MODERN CULTURAL NEEDS.
THEREFORE, I AM RATING THIS PG FOR POSSIBLE VIOLENCE.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
NOW LET THE PARTY COMMENCE…
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Narrator: And now the prologue ends with our heroes not even knowing what is to come… Just that their hearts long for something… Something, something that they’ve only dreamed of… Which will soon become real.
Dude, that was cool!
Narrator: Thank you. A-1-rated Narrator, at your service.
I was wondering at the size of the bill…
/\/\/\/\/\/\
If you think it even LOOKS interesting, drop a review, okay? Okay...
»SilverBlaze09«
So, he decides to write another fic WHILE he's continuing the other one.
AND he decides to stop speaking of himself in the third person.
So, anyways.
I decided to try this here first, since I like the color, then move it over to SPPF if I like it or whatever.
Enough chatter.
The prologue is mainly based on dialogue, so don't expect much here.
Except, of course, a look into author/narrator relationship.
lol XDDDDD<-can I type enough of those?
Yet another Legend from out of Time
Prologue?
Well, I was sitting around my little world wondering what to do, when I suddenly got hit by an idea.
What if I was to invade my version of the Pokemon world?
Maybe nothing, but…
It might make an interesting story.
So, I opened up a portal and grabbed some supplies. Well, okay, just a giant notebook.
So, I hopped into the world of Pokemon with only a notebook and my vast knowledge of Pokemon. That, and the knowledge that I was the AUTHOR!
SO, yeah, I was more prepared than anybody might be.
SO, I busted through the thingie in between here and there.
I saved the world twice, beat the weenie league two or three dozen times, and captured all two million different Pokèmon, from past and present and future. In duplication or something like that.
SO, after doing all that, I got bored. Really, really bored. "Like a rocket scientist at a ‘National Stoopid Person’s Club’ convention." Wait, that’s the quote for insanity…
Anyway, I decided to become a Legend. You know, with all the riddles and stuff so that a future lucky somebody (or lucky future somebody) would have to solve them when the evil events that I set in motion would come to pass. I mean, what’s a Legend without its mystery?
AAANNNNDDD, I got my own narrator for the legend and stuff!
Fun, huh?
And now, the beginning begins…
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Narrator: Our story begins-
Oh, gimme a break.
Narrator: Why. Did. You. Inter. Rupt. My. SENTENCE?!!
Because that’s the oldest beginning in the book, next to ‘Once upon a time’. People are tired of that already! Don’t you have a single creative brain cell in your head?
Narrator: Look, just because you’re the author doesn’t give you special privileges to insult me or my job. You wanted a narrator, you get a narrator, and the narrator DOES HIS THING!
Okay, okay, sheesh, don’t be so uptight. All I’m saying is-
Narrator: THAT MY JOB IS OUT OF DATE! THAT I’M DOING THIS ALL WRONG! THAT I’VE GOT WAX COMING OUT MY EARS!
Actually, you do.
Narrator: AAEEIIIUGHHH!!!
What?
Narrator: Okay. Okay. Just. Shut. Up.
Hmph. Fine, I’ll ignore you.
Narrator: Fine, fine, I’ll take that. Er-hem. AS I WAS SAYING…
Mumble…
Narrator: NOW what?
When are we gonna get to the story?
Narrator: Grr…
Hey, I thought you were the N-A-R-R-A-T-O-R!? When’re you gonna start narrat-
Narrator: I have an idea, let’s just ignore him, okay? Okay.
Hey, that’s against the rules!
Narrator: This day marks the nine hundred ninety-ninth year since-
Howdja like that? I got it just short of a grand total of, heh, ‘grand’, one thousand years!
Narrator: -the great Author blazed his way through the Pokèmon world-
And did it with style!
Narrator: -and then WENT TO SLEEP!
Yeah, sleep is cool, huh?
Narrator: However, the Narrator quit his job, so the great Author never got his Legend going!
I get the hint. No more talkin’ ‘til the story starts, okay?
Narrator: And a bonus from the Union…
Fine.
Narrator: Now, a dark cloud rises above the entire planet… The evil members of Team Pokit have begun a massively evil campaign of terrible, evil awfulness, awakening the evil Pokèmon of Evil. A set of three have been chosen as the ones to awaken the great Author, the only one to defeat the evil Pokèmon of Evil-
Get on with the story already!
Narrator: ARHPJKGHFDAAVBEBANZXWPQUWPHSBCC!111!!!!!11
Geez, touchy today, huh? Didn’t eat your Narrator-Os?
Narrator: I QUIT!
Oh, put a sock in it. I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. ‘Yeah, we got the ‘evil’ part, now jump to the Matrix-type fighting, okay?’
Narrator: I get the message. Er-hem, so now I begin our tale in Pallet-
Because that’s where all good little stories start?! Let’s start it somewhere else, like Lavaridge. Boy, have they got some sweet sports, like lava diving and lava swimming and lava belching…
Narrator: Fine. Our story begins in Lavaridge-
But, Pallet IS traditional, sooo…
Narrator: Fine. Our story-
BUT, Sootopolis has some nice scenery…
Narrator: OurstorybeginsinSootopoliswhereour-
BUT, wouldn’t Goldenrod be cool? I mean, it’s in Johto, and it’s a big city…
Narrator: OurstorybeginsinOutskirtStandwhereourmainhero-
BUT, Outskirt Stand in Orre would be nice… Wait, what?
Narrator: hasjustwontheannualbloodandgutsderby.
Geez, the prologue is almost done for Pete’s sake!
Narrator: And whose fault is it?
I dunno, but whoever did it needs to be slapped with a fish!
Narrator: I think we’re all in accord with that.
Let’s at least introduce the characters!
Narrator: Why?
Because that’s what prologues are supposed to do! They set the stage for the rest of the story! You can’t expect people to read this unless we add something awesome, like cool characters!
Narrator: Fine. You or me?
Oh, oh, me, me!
Narrator: Go.
Main Hero: Crash Slappem
Pokèmon: Rattata, Aerodactyl
Narrator: There, don’t give them any more information or they’ll leave out of boredom!
Whoo, who stepped on YOUR toes? I KNOW that already! C’mon, I’m The Author, for Pat’s sake!
Narrator: And why the male main hero? EVERYBODY knows girls look cooler on the DVD boxes.
Look, that’s the way it’s supposed to be, okay? Unwritten rule.
Narrator: Where’d you hear THAT?
Read it somewhere.
Secondary Hero: Christy Wallflower
Pokèmon: Ain’t tellin’.
Narrator: What?
Just watch.
Secondary Hero: Clock Bone
Pokèmon: Ain’t tellin’.
Narrator: Not much there, is there?
That’s the prologue. Now comes the fun part… THE WARNINGS!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
BEGIN STORY.
WARNING!
THE FOLLOWING MAY, NAY, WILL CONTAIN HUMOROUS POKES AT ALMOST ANYTHING I CAN THINK OF, INCLUDING POLITICS AND POLITICAL PARTIES, CLICHÉ AND STEREOTYPICAL IDEAS AND STUFF, ETC. BOTH REAL AND FICTITOUS. PH34R!!!!!
BEYOND THAT, THERE SHALL ALSO BE ANNOYING CONVERSATIONS INVOLVING THE NARRATOR AND THE AUTHOR/CHARACTERS.
I MAY EVEN THROW IN SOME VIOLENCE TO APPEASE MODERN CULTURAL NEEDS.
THEREFORE, I AM RATING THIS PG FOR POSSIBLE VIOLENCE.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
NOW LET THE PARTY COMMENCE…
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Narrator: And now the prologue ends with our heroes not even knowing what is to come… Just that their hearts long for something… Something, something that they’ve only dreamed of… Which will soon become real.
Dude, that was cool!
Narrator: Thank you. A-1-rated Narrator, at your service.
I was wondering at the size of the bill…
/\/\/\/\/\/\
If you think it even LOOKS interesting, drop a review, okay? Okay...
»SilverBlaze09«