Sooo i've been gone for a while, I don't mean gone as in haven't been on but I just haven't been able to do much on here between school work and other stuff. However i'd still like to post in PTR but that's up to you, and if you haven't gotten to far already since my last post.
Some of the previous humans hear high pitched sound, its noise louder than you have ever heard. For others, it's a horrendously bright light, and it even is a horrid scent for even more. A few may even feel pain greater then they could ever imagine, to the point where they are unable to speak, let alone move. Every breath becomes a labor more intense than the previous. Whatever it may be, you soon find yourself blacking out, and soon the happy town of Floraroma is plummeted into darkness.
The same fate awaits/entails for those outside the city as well, for currently, nowhere is safe.
You awake just as someone tosses you a cage. As soon as you hit the cold, metallic, ground, you immediately jump right back up. However, before you even get on your feet, a blue-haired, bowl cut man in a silver outfit slams the cage door shut, trapping you in before moving on to the next cage. The golden “G” on their chest and back gleam as they repeat the process for everyone, until everymon has a personal dungeon. While one of the grunts had nothing to distinguish himself, the other sported a freshly healed burn wound, covering a majority of his face. The latter walked over the Munchlax’s cage, giving it a good kick and tipping it onto its side, as well as giving a knock to the Pokemon within.
“Idiots! Careful!” A voice hisses from the darkness of a hallway.”They are property of the boss!” The two grunts twinge as voice echoes down the hall. “Now leave!” The grunts can’t get out of the room fast enough as the commanding voice is given a body. A man, not much older than 25, saunters into the room, confidence and arrogance filling every step. His blond hair is combed neatly, and the white coat he wears is iron-pressed. He takes a lengthy stroll, stopping to inspect every one of you, occasionally mumbling phrases such as “Interesting” or “Very good”. When he is finished, the man stands in the middle of the room, casually pushing up the square glasses which lie on his crooked nose...
And... So on and so forth. The rest is in the thread :3