I like Lumineon only because it was a cross between the butterfly Pokemon collection and Water types^^
Speaking of butterfly Pokemon:
And to those of you, hanging back in the shadows, wondering why I chose all of the butterfly Pokemon, here's your story:
To little 7 year old me, butterfly Pokemon always had a special place in my heart because they were almost always the first Pokemon you caught. Yeah, I had my Piplup, travelling thru Sinnoh. Shinx? Easy out. Bidoof? Cool, but please. Starly? Not a chance. It wasn't until I saw a Wurmple for the first time that I actually caught a Pokemon. My Beautifly was my best friend as well as my Empoleon. Life was good. Empoleon, Beautifly, Dustox, Mothim, Staraptor, and Luxray. But Beautful, the cleverly named Beautifly (*facepalm*), always had a special place in my heart.
But little did I know that our fun would soon end...
I just had to catch this pixelated abomination. But, this was not my idea originally, oh no. My friend's elder brother is the one who got my friend and I into Pokemon. He told me about the ultimate Pokemon, telling me this totally false story about how the creators of Pokemon wanted to make an ultra powerful Pokemon that could never be defeated, unless it was battling it's own kind. This Pokemon was the Creator of All, and it was the ancestor of all Pokemon, thus could learn all moves. They liked this idea right up until they were about to mass produce the game. Unable to take the Pokemon out without postponing the release date of Pokemon Diamond and Pearl, they simply took out the sprite, but not the data, and replaced it with Arceus. That data was buried under a ton of coding, and never implemented into the game. Seems like a pretty legit and elaborate story for a twelve year old. I'm almost fourteen, I should know.
Anyways, I allowed him to alter my game with a GameHackerThing. I don't really remember what he used. Well, I caught He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Gah, I can't even bring myself to say it's name anymore. I was pretty proud of myself, until I realized...
I'd lost my best friend to this thing of death. It had murdered my Beautifly with no regrets, or second thought. Then disposed of it's lifeless body into the pits of Pokemon Diamond Version where no Pokemon, dead or alive, had ever come out of. Countless friends have been lost to, dare I even say it's name? No, I can do this. Countless friends have been lost to the pixelated sprite of despair, this image of doomsday. These friends, innocent Pokemon that have done nothing to harm anyone, were stabbed in the back with a rusty knife, by this once-thought friend. They were destroyed, never to be seen again, their life was simply erased. Who this heartless hybrid half-breed of a Pokemon is, if it even is a Pokemon, no one will ever know. It's purpose, lost in the depths of coding. This creature of destruction's name:
MissingNo.
I hope you all enjoyed my short story/personal experience on how I lost my best friend to this THING. Yeah, I kinda rambled on at the end, but hey. I can get overly creative sometimes.
*~Maelstrom~*
