Pika-power
Jesus of Suburbia
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I am going to start a sci-fi pokemon fanfiction.
The plot is as follows:
It is the year 3000. After a bloody battle between Aqua and Magma, all pokemon have become extinct.{or so magma thinks....}. Magma won the battle, and assumed dominance over the entire planet. The main charecter is a Magma grunt who is convinced of the noblity of Team Magma's ways, and would throw his life away for Maxie. In time, he begins to notice the error of his ways, and begins to side with a group called the UnderGround, a resistance against magma. This group possesses the last 4 pokemon on the planet, and they need the main charecter to weild one against the iron fist of Magma for the good of Hoenn.
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The explosion resounded throughout the narrow alleyway. An unaffiliated individual had been found. I pitied him. Almost. But it was my duty to take him to become a Wash.
The man screamed as he was led down the gloomy alleyway. However, if his screams were heard, no one could aid him in his struggle anyways. Eventually, he capitulated to the cattle prod, and we carried his near-lifeless body into HeadQuarters.
I handed the unaffiliated to the Magma Wash guards, and my job was done. Almost. My other obligation took me to the Washing room, a pristine, perfectly kept room that was perpetually clean room despite the vile practices held there. At least to some. In my mind the unaffiliated were worthy of nothing, the traitors that they were to the Magma cause. But no matter. He would be punished adequately.
The unaffiliated was thrown bodily onto a hard, steel table. The WashingMachine, as it was called throughout the ranks of Team Magma, was very good at it's job: Erasing the memories of the unafilleated so they would serve Team Magma with the utmost loyalty for the rest of their godforsaken life. Nettle, the head Washer, often commented on how ironic it was that the ancients used a machine of the same name, but not capabilities, to wash their laundry. Of course, not many in Rustboro knew of the ancients, and I was no exception: When Team Magma had selected me to be a grunt in their ranks, I had no knowledge whatsoever of the ancients and their peculaiar ways. That changed once I met Nettle. He had educated me in the ways of the ancients, telling me a story of how Team Magma had once had a dangerous foe named Team aqua, and how they defeated them and assumed dominance over the entire planet. This information, however, was widely propogated throughout Hoenn, as Magma wished to assume more control over the people of the region through fear. None of this was foreign to me, as I had been a grunt for as long as I can remember.
Very soon after, I was called to action fighting the Underground, a secret network of rebels that threatened the safety of Hoenn. The Wash would go with me, as he was finished, and it was my duty to Re-educate him in the noble ways of Team Magma.
My mission had started.
The plot is as follows:
It is the year 3000. After a bloody battle between Aqua and Magma, all pokemon have become extinct.{or so magma thinks....}. Magma won the battle, and assumed dominance over the entire planet. The main charecter is a Magma grunt who is convinced of the noblity of Team Magma's ways, and would throw his life away for Maxie. In time, he begins to notice the error of his ways, and begins to side with a group called the UnderGround, a resistance against magma. This group possesses the last 4 pokemon on the planet, and they need the main charecter to weild one against the iron fist of Magma for the good of Hoenn.
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The explosion resounded throughout the narrow alleyway. An unaffiliated individual had been found. I pitied him. Almost. But it was my duty to take him to become a Wash.
The man screamed as he was led down the gloomy alleyway. However, if his screams were heard, no one could aid him in his struggle anyways. Eventually, he capitulated to the cattle prod, and we carried his near-lifeless body into HeadQuarters.
I handed the unaffiliated to the Magma Wash guards, and my job was done. Almost. My other obligation took me to the Washing room, a pristine, perfectly kept room that was perpetually clean room despite the vile practices held there. At least to some. In my mind the unaffiliated were worthy of nothing, the traitors that they were to the Magma cause. But no matter. He would be punished adequately.
The unaffiliated was thrown bodily onto a hard, steel table. The WashingMachine, as it was called throughout the ranks of Team Magma, was very good at it's job: Erasing the memories of the unafilleated so they would serve Team Magma with the utmost loyalty for the rest of their godforsaken life. Nettle, the head Washer, often commented on how ironic it was that the ancients used a machine of the same name, but not capabilities, to wash their laundry. Of course, not many in Rustboro knew of the ancients, and I was no exception: When Team Magma had selected me to be a grunt in their ranks, I had no knowledge whatsoever of the ancients and their peculaiar ways. That changed once I met Nettle. He had educated me in the ways of the ancients, telling me a story of how Team Magma had once had a dangerous foe named Team aqua, and how they defeated them and assumed dominance over the entire planet. This information, however, was widely propogated throughout Hoenn, as Magma wished to assume more control over the people of the region through fear. None of this was foreign to me, as I had been a grunt for as long as I can remember.
Very soon after, I was called to action fighting the Underground, a secret network of rebels that threatened the safety of Hoenn. The Wash would go with me, as he was finished, and it was my duty to Re-educate him in the noble ways of Team Magma.
My mission had started.
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