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Chapter Twelve “Cress?” Cilan ducked his head through the curtain. Cress was settled at their only remaining tea table, right where he’d last been. It was the only table the leaders had managed to salvage from Team Plasma’s invasion so long ago, and even then it was in poor condition...

I plan on picking Oshawott for my run of White 2. The little ice cream beaver has really grown on me since I've seen him in the anime. And the battle animation of him juggling his shell is to die for. The thing is too cute for my naive heart. For Black 2, I'm gonna pick Tepig, who was my first...

Chapter Eleven “Citizens of Unova!” N’s voiced reigned through Striaton’s town square. It echoed off the encirclement of buildings and into the attentive ears of the citizenry below. Many adoring eyes were captured by the monarch’s glorious image, fixed upon his figure which shone from the...

Chapter Ten Dim rays of light drifted through the dust covered window above my head. It cast smothered illumination into the gloomy basement where N and I had spent the night. This place was still a sight for sore eyes, as it had always been; it was one part of the town which had remained...

Chapter Nine A cluster of leaves danced through the air, falling and rising in the cool current; they spun and circled together over the many fragments of wood and glass that blanketed the ground. In the distance, skeletal trees bordered the town. Their naked branches clattered together in...

Chapter Eight PART TWO START Overture . “Ladies and gentlemen of Unova, my name is Ghetsis. I have come here to talk to you about Pokémon liberation.” With a starting line so simple yet moot, the crowd’s growing interest was immediately snared. “Pokémon are sentient beings, it is...

Chapter Seven Chapter 7 Scars and Marks The first thing to greet me as I awoke in the cold throat of our refuge cave was a headache. A throbbing pain coursed through my skull with such intensity it felt like my head was being bludgeoned. I tried to move around but the jagged walls that...

Ahh~ I see. Sounds interesting. Yes, that small blond haired boy is remembered faintly in my memory. Haha, honestly, when I was playing Brawl (I don't have the game you see) I was too busy TRIPPING OUT over the background and music to Final Destination (and dying horribly in the process). Does...

Chapter Six Author's Note: This chapter might get a little bloody chaps, just a fair warning. Don't want any of you passing out over there. ------------------------------------------------------------ Ghetsis treaded over the wasteland, shadowed by Team Plasma's dark castle; his figure...

Is he indeed? Which game is this then? He looks familiar... but I simply cannot be sure...

Just poppin by to say that I love your dancing man icon. HE AMUSES ME GREATLY.

Yeah. I noticed that this story started out in present tense, then suddenly became past tense. It's better to just pick one or the other, but I'd recommend going with past tense because it flows better, and sounds nicer. Another word of advice is that when someone else is talking you should...

Chapter Five …I keep asking myself… when will things change? I tried to pull open the window I had reached, trying to wedge my fingers between the divide of wood. There were no handles on this window, no surprise there, still, I was hoping by some impossible convenience that there would...

Chapter Four After the maelstrom of petals had ended, Ghetsis's Seismitoad crashed to the ground in a motionless heap. Its moist skin covered head to foot in lacerations which poured blood onto the black-tiled floors. That was too close, I thought as my heart thrummed wildly in my chest, and...

I chose Tepig at first on my White cartridge, because fire types have usually been my thing. But recently I've taken a pretty strong liking to Oshawott for some reason. Maybe it's just how flipping adorable he is in the anime or something; I just love that ice cream beaver so much, guys. SO...