The Pokemon Hunger Games (M)

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RyanRoksXD

Pokemon Hunger Games Tribute

Male
Seen November 20th, 2012
Posted July 2nd, 2012
91 posts
14.2 Years
THE POKEMON GAMES: A POKEMON HUNGER GAMES CROSS OVER ROLEPLAY



The Pokemon World is in turmoil.
The Story:
Spoiler:
Team Rocket has finally taken over the entire Pokemon Universe. They are too strong to be overthrown, and they have such a stronghold in every region it is impossible to even think of trying to rebel. Yet. They have brought all of the Pokemon Regions into poverty.Families are barely able to survive. It is not uncommon to see people starved to death.

The regions, once being mass and filled with people and pokemon, are now desolate wastelands in most parts. Now only 5 cities remain. Saffron City, Goldenrod City, Slateport City, Jubilife City, and Castelia City. The regions have now become specialized to cater to what Team Rocket needs. Kanto is used for the Guards, the people who keep others in check. They are the toughest, their tribute almost always wins, and somehow they like participating in The Games, Johto is used for Textiles, Hoenn is used for the Sea and Sea Products, Sinnoh is used for mining, and Unova is used for Technology.

Team Rocket, feeling like starving and killing people and pokemon wasn't enough, devised a competition like no other. The Pokemon Hunger Games. 2 Child Tributes from each region, one male and one female, are chosen randomly from their region to go compete. The Entralink in Unova has been rewired, becoming an Ultimate Stadium, and a nightmare. The Tributes train for 1 week, are paraded and evaluated, and then compete. This competition sounds simple enough, but it isn't in the slightest. They have to use Pokemon to kill each other.

How they fit in to all of this:
Spoiler:
You are a child, ranging from the ages of 12 to 18, living in one of the regions. It is the 67th Hunger Games and the tension is high in your region. You and your family, if you have one, stay close together because you might be leaving ,and they might not see you again. Everywhere you go you see children in the nicest clothes they own, huddled with their families crying, and saying goodbye. The whole region gathers in the town area and watches other reapings, but mainly waiting for theirs.

You decide whether you are poor or rich, whether you are hungry or if you use the black market to survive. Maybe you hunt. Maybe you have a Pokemon or a family that you have to leave behind. Maybe you are an orphan. All of you will only have one thing in common. You are all tributes in the 67th Pokemon Hunger Games. Do you enjoy being at The Games, are you terrified? What do you do in the Games? Do you start a rebellion? Do you team up with someone? Throughout the RP I will give opportunities to do all of these. What will you decide to do? There are so many options. All you have to know is, are you going to survive?


Will they stand up to fight? Or submit?:
Spoiler:
You all have the choice to be a bigger person and in the games stand up for what you think is right. Team rocket does have faults, but you just have to find them and use them to your advantage. You can team up with other tributes and make a huge plan to take down Team Rocket, or you could put into action a stealthy solo mission. Or, just don't stand up to them at all. Kill everyone else until you win.Throughout the RP I will give you subtle hints and opportunities to cause a small rebellion. If you pass on them, however, the ending will become completely different. The possibilities are endless, the consequences eternal.


The Mechanics of the RP:
Spoiler:
Unlike the Hunger Games, instead of weapons, the Pokemon will be used. You will still find supplies like backpacks with blankets and kindling, but instead of finding a sword or a bow and arrow you will find Poke balls, maybe even a TM if you're lucky. I will serve as the GM, but I will also play non playable characters if they are needed in the story, which is doubtful. We will decide in the beginning of the Role Play who dies in order, who wins, or if there is a rebellion. If you decide to have one victor, you will PM your one vote for every round to me and I will post the order of who dies in what chapters in the roleplay, and who the victor is.

I want this Roleplay to be fair and fun, and you will have a special and fun role if you die, but its a secret for now. The pokemon that can be found are Pansage, Panpour, Pansear, Bidoof, Magikarp, Abra (Its only knows teleport), Caterpie, Weedle, Spinda, Zubat, and Rattata. BUT there is one special instance.One of you can receive one of any of the starter pokemon from every region, BUT it comes with a serious price. You decide whether or not you want to take that chance. Every chapter I will choose one person to receive a TM based on their writing. You decide what type of move it is, and depending on my mood I will choose a TM for you.


RULES:
Spoiler:
1. As Game Master, I have the final say in every dispute.
2. Please don't complain about the Pokemon Choices. These pokemon are under estimated, and if used correctly, can be incredibly effective.
3. This is a chaptered RPG. Pokemon will not have levels, instead they can advance and evolve depending on the number of battles/scenarios they are involved in and, again, the quality of your posts. The more creative you are, the more likely it is that your Pokemon will be one step closer to evolving.
4. Don't complain about dying soon. No one will die for at least 3 to 4 chapters in and Tributes who die have a very fun job.
5. There is going to be a rough order of who dies, BUT is someone decides to sneak attack on someone else and kill them, I may or may not accept it. But remember, I call the shots.
6. Instead of fainting, Pokemon will die.
7. USE YOUR SURROUNDINGS. BE SMART. Use moves in creative ways that haven't been thought about because they have never been used in this situation. If you're Pokemon is hurt, use your surroundings in a creative way. CHANCES ARE I WILL REWARD YOU FOR YOUR CREATIVITY.
8. The death of the tributes will almost be like a murder mystery, I decide who murders who. BUT I also decide if they die in this encounter between the two of them. If the attackers skills aren't very polished, their victim can get away. If a person masterfully escapes death 2 times they don't die. But I decide if someone dies in an encounter between two people. Remember, the tribute who could be chosen to get murdered could always kill the murderer if their will is high enough.
9. If you murder someone, you can steal their Pokemon. I, however, decide how they act towards you.
10. Remember to be active and post.
11. All PC Rules apply
12. MAKE SURE YOUR MURDERS ARE SOMEWHAT APPROPRIATE AND DON'T GET TOO GORY.


ACCEPTED PLAYERS

Zapdos926 is Archur Fitliano, Hoenn, Male Tribute

Otherworld9) is Stella Equaine, Hoenn, Female Tribute

ZeganZoma is Zegan Zoma, Unova, Male Tribute

Nakuzami is Zorya Sollistum, Unova, Female Tribute

Godzil is Melvin Nuka, Kanto, Male Tribute

Draginja is Robin Ruhig, Kanto, Female Tribute

The Final Watchman is John Elliot, Johto, Male Tribute

The Final Watchman is Hope Oran, Johto, Female Tribute

theinafune is Kelvin "Kay" Sabin, Sinnoh, Male Tribute

PokeGirlJade is Etionne Jana Aforr, Sinnoh, Female Tribute

RyanRoksXD

Pokemon Hunger Games Tribute

Male
Seen November 20th, 2012
Posted July 2nd, 2012
91 posts
14.2 Years
CHAPTER ONE: THE CAPITOL.

The Summary:

The reaping has just ended, and now all of the tributes are being transported to their regional Pokemon Centers to say one last goodbye to all of their loved ones, only one of them is ever going to see their family again anyway.......... right? The tributes have their private time before they are sent to the largest town in the whole world. A town now of its own region, separated from Johto. Goldenrod City. This chapter consists of your final goodbyes, the train ride and your first encounter with your fellow tribute, and your arrival at the capital. Whether or not you decide to take your carriage ride in your post is your decision, but if it is good and it impresses me, you may receive an award.

OBJECTIVES:

1. One, Two, or maybe even Three posts if you have enough to talk about.

2. Have a final goodbye and receive a keepsake like Katniss' golden Mockingjay pin.

3. Have a chat with your mentor. Are they smart, drunken, so dumb you wonder how they won the games? You decide, all you have to do ismake sure you and your fellow tribute have the same character, and if you ask nicely maybe I'll play it for you.

4. Meet your tribute. Despise each other, fall in love, take advantage of. Do whatever you have to do. Just make sure you are making the right choice.

OPTIONAL:
I never really figured out how to incorporate the carriage rides to show off the tributes into a Role Play, but if you can go for it! This can get you ahead, or slow you down depenidng on how well your post is. Are you willing to take the risk?

zapdos926

I'm secretly a typhlosion, shh

Age 26
Male
I dunno... Ya know?
Seen July 10th, 2016
Posted March 9th, 2013
998 posts
13.6 Years
Reaping Day
Archur didn't move, he couldn't. He stayed rooted tot eh spot until the security kicked him off the stage. He was going to the games, he was going to die. His own family as well as Dia and hers had stayed behind while everyone else left. Dia ran up to him, sobbing as he moved slowly towards them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Archur returned the hug, never wanting to let go, but after what seemed like only a few seconds, they were moving back towards the housing district. Dia's parents and siblings were relieved that she hadn't been chosen, but at the same time were still crying for Archur. He had brought Dia out of a very dark time in which she was contemplating suicide and now he felt as much part of their family as his own. They had all been walking clumped together until Dia pulled him aside. The others didn't seem to mind too much, so he followed let her pull him along for a few meters. She reached into the small pocket on the hip of her dress and pulled out a little pendant. She placed it in Archur's hand, letting him look at it for a second, then cupped her hand around his, making him close his hand around it.
"Come back with her around your neck and moving with your chest, okay?" she gave him a bleak, tear stained smile. Archur moved a stray bit of hair out of her face and kissed her. It was only a minute, but it was probably one of the best of Archurs life. Dia ran off ahead to catch up with everyone else, leaving Archur walking slowly behind. He uncupped his hand and examined the pendant again. It had a thin, leather string on the top and was made of some kind of red metal and in the shape of a Latias, probably the reason Dia called it "her." It had a single, small golden gem of some sort for the eye. Archur had no idea how long she had had the necklace, or why Dia had given it to him, but he was grateful anyways; now he had another reason to come back, returning the necklace to Dia.

Ride to the Capitol
Archur had only met his fellow tribute during the reaping, he had heard her name and a minuscule amount about her family, but that's it. He hadn't really bothered to speak with her much, but now, since they were alone in the area, he spoke.
"Did you happen to see that girl I was with right after the reaping?" he didn't bother waiting for an answer, but still didn't look at her. "She gave me this," Archur reached into his pocket and pulled the necklace out, "And, if- when... I die, and if you make it out, please, find a way to get it back to her, to Dia, and tell her, tell her not to go back to the dark, because then I won't be able to rest peacefully, knowing that my death brought her down again. I'll return the favor as need be. If you need any one taken care of, my family might not be the best off, but we're not piss-poor either. We could take care of your brothers... Even if neither of us make it, my family would still do it." Archur went quiet. He didn't need any answer other than an agreement. He just needed to get assurance that the pendant would make its way back to Dia one way or another.
Is it better to live on your feet than die on your knees or to die on your feet than live on your knees?

Otherworld9)

Bard of Rage

Age 26
Male
honk
Seen January 5th, 2014
Posted November 13th, 2012
1,950 posts
12.4 Years
Stella Equaine

She was placed in a room where she would mourn her final goodbyes. Honestly, she had none besides her family. Her brothers would come, no doubt about that. Unfortunately, those were the only people who would come. She hasn't made any friends, nor paid attention to anybody the past several years. She doubted anybody besides them would come.

The guards stood outside the door, curious as to who would visit her. Slumping down her chair, she glared up at the ceiling. Something wasn't right here. Of course, she would get through by brutal force. Unlike past tributes, she doesn't care about others at all except her two brothers. Since her brothers will be home, she can kill with no regrets. Suddenly, the door janked open, tiny footsteps entering as Stella opened her eyes. By the time she straightened up, she was tackled to the ground by Nico. Her heart skipped a beat. They really did care...

"I am so sorry!" he cried out, his face resting on her chest. Her fingers softly ran through his hair, trying to comfort him. "I AM!"

"It's okay Nico, calm down why won't ya?" she stood up, helping him stand to his feet in the process. Looking down on him, she bear hugs him. "I'll come back alive. I'm better than all of them, and you know it," she encouraged him, yet she knew she wasn't trained for this. Of course, she taught herself to sneak around, hear the slightest sounds, trace the faintest of smells, and even realized she had sharp eyes. Everybody says she had a cold heart, and a blood-thirsty killer, but she didn't care what the others thought.

Sobering, he walked out and was replaced by Sergio. Unlike his emotional brother, he was more collected and calm. Immediately he hugged her, breaking the embrace as he just stood there. He had a huge backpack on him, as if he was going to school. She was rather confused and pointed at the bag.

"What do you have in there? Why would you bring that-"

"My time is limited, so sorry if I don't let you finish sentences or anything," he mumbled as he kneels down and carefully moves the bag so it was in front of him. Stella knelt down as well, curious yet alert. As he zips the bag open, a white and red head pops out like jack-in-the-box. Her heart rose with excitement and joy, making her hug the bag with all her might until it could no longer breath.

"Oh.....my.....gosh. You brought HIM? You are such an awesome bro!"

"I know I know...but...they don't know so....let me put him back up," he spoke to her as he zips the bag back up, putting it back on. She was saddened, not able to comprehend why their time was limited. Maybe the bag made them think he had something dangerous or big. What ever the reason was, it didn't stop her from hugging him one last time before they heard the doorknob being turned. At the sound of this, Sergio didn't hesitate to take out a black pouch and throw it to her before the door was opened. Grabbing a hold of him, he was yanked out so fast that Stella couldn't even yell out her final words to him.

".....I...love you both...," she whispered out as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Sitting down, she eyed the black pouch on her lap. A string tied the opening, the bag quite heavy. It must be metal, but what? Years of living together, and what could have he scavenged for this moment? Maybe his girlfriend gave it to him? Wait...he didn't have one. What ever the case may be, she quickly placed it on her pant pocket and watched as the door was opened.

"Come out.....the train is waiting for you," one of the guards commanded her, Stella grimacing.

"Don't order me around," she shot back as she walked out, pacing towards the train. Funnily enough, the male tribute was right in front of her, but he didn't seem to notice. She didn't care, since she would have to kill him anyway, and didn't dare utter a single word. Entering, she was immediately impressed by the luxury inside. Her mouth was left open, not able to understand the beauty of it all. She didn't hesitate to take her seat and feel the velvet seats.

"Did you happen to see that girl I was with right after the reaping?" a voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, making her turn to glance at the source. She wasn't surprised to see the former male tribute, since they had just entered. In fact....she had forgotten all about him from the luxury that shocked her inside the train. "She gave me this," Archur reached into his pocket and pulled the necklace out, "And, if- when... I die, and if you make it out, please, find a way to get it back to her, to Dia, and tell her, tell her not to go back to the dark, because then I won't be able to rest peacefully, knowing that my death brought her down again. I'll return the favor as need be. If you need any one taken care of, my family might not be the best off, but we're not piss-poor either. We could take care of your brothers... Even if neither of us make it, my family would still do it." He didn't dare look at her, which was a good thing to do since she wasn't in that much of a good mood ever since she had said goodbye to her family.

"Me? I won't guarantee I'll keep it safe but.....," she looked down at the amazing necklace. She...could win cash for it! It then hit her. If she won, this would be nothing compared to the riches she could win! Besides...she didn't even know Dia, so how could she know if the person who she would give this to isn't lying? I mean, even Stella herself would lie at being the "Dia" just for getting this necklace. "To cut it short, I don't know who this Dia is."

zapdos926

I'm secretly a typhlosion, shh

Age 26
Male
I dunno... Ya know?
Seen July 10th, 2016
Posted March 9th, 2013
998 posts
13.6 Years
Archur saw the greedy glint in the girls eye, kind of disappointing him. He grabbed the leather strap and slowly took it back. "Not now, but if you make it, see if you can get it. She's a few inches shorter than I am with dark, brown hair and probably the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. She lives in Petalburg, the house closest to the ocean on to the south. I'm also going to ask our mentor, since he'll probably have a better likely hood of getting it off my body." Archur looked quietly into the gemstone eye of the Latias, then put it around his neck.
"Best of luck to you in getting back to your family," Archur said and walked into what would be his living quarters during the ride. It was about as big as the main room of his home with a very comfy looking bed in it, a couch and even a television. There were some new clothes laying on the bed, not nearly as nice as the suit his mother made, but it wasn't half bad either. It was solid blue material with a white collar and cuffs stitched on. The pants were the same shade of blue with a white stripe going half way down and then coming up in a curve around the front and back of the knee. He walked back out to where the other tribute was and sat down on the couch to see the other tributes on the TV in there.
Is it better to live on your feet than die on your knees or to die on your feet than live on your knees?

Otherworld9)

Bard of Rage

Age 26
Male
honk
Seen January 5th, 2014
Posted November 13th, 2012
1,950 posts
12.4 Years
Stella Equaine

"Not now, but if you make it, see if you can get it. She's a few inches shorter than I am with dark, brown hair and probably the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. She lives in Petalburg, the house closest to the ocean on to the south. I'm also going to ask our mentor, since he'll probably have a better likely hood of getting it off my body," he replied, Stella trying to pay attention.

"Mhm, alright."

"Best of luck to you in getting back to your family," he spoke to her, walking off into a room. She could only chuckle.

"You say it as if you know you're going to die...you do not know how happy I might be of hearing that," Stella chuckled out, standing up and walking around. When she found what appears to be her room, she sneaks inside and locks the door shut. Sitting on her velvety soft bed, she takes out the black pouch. Slowly she undid the string, the opening of the bag slowly getting wider as she grew curious. Eventually, it was fully opened, and something metallic was inside. She immediately dug inside, only to realize it felt....oval like and hard. Cold. Heavy. A chain was on it, but the chain was quite heavy as well. Taking it out the bag was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. It was a golden pocket watch. Her father had given it to her mother, and somehow Sergio had it. Of course, he was the favorite of the family, so it made sense he had it.

"Oh my......Sergio." She opened the lid and placed it against her left ear. The soft tick-tock was like a lullaby to her ears. Without her knowing, she had been rocked to sleep from both the train and watch. When she woke up not too long after, she kept the watch and walked out the room. Sitting on the couch, the other tribute also walked out. She sat at the very edge, the pocket watch against her right ear. The tributes appeared on the television screen, yet she didn't pay attention. She doesn't need to know them. She just hunts anything alive. They are all humans anyway, and she surely doesn't want to judge them and make friends.....well, maybe she does want to judge them, but still.