Elite-Four-Mark
I'm in the elite four now!
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Okay, I may have mentioned once or twice that I plan to start a REVISED pokemon anime with a non-gay storyline and a character that is actually named red. This is to pick up the good thing that the Manga had going. Not that I will be following the manga; I just want to make it as good as the manga.
However, as I am still inexperienced with a tablet and therefore unable to as of yet draw more than a rough sketch, I will start with a fanfic so that I know where I'm headed.
So, without further ado, I present the prologue to my fanfic. Feel free to comment, but I'd rather we talked about the plot as the fanfic is temporary. Also bear in mind that the changes I made to team rocket are not exactly kid-oriented.
I sat on my front porch, head hung, deep in thought as I had every day for the last three years, thirty-two weeks and four days. I've been counting. When time appears to slow down, you'll find yourself doing that.
"Sarah…" I murmured to myself, or perhaps to her, I could not tell. Not that she could hear me. She was no longer here.
Taking in a breath, I stood up. I always know I'm done when taking a breath feels good. That tells me I'm ready to exist. For the day at least, I no longer feel like crawling into a corner and curling up into a ball.
My name is Red. I am Fifteen, and the Sara I spoke of was my girlfriend. It's a terrible story, what happened to her. But I have to live with it; I'm not going to meet the same fate.
Are you willing to sit a while and listen to Sara's tale?
Sara and I were out walking along route one. It was a nice day. Out of nowhere, a Charmander came charging through the path. Close behind were a couple of goons from team rocket. The Charmander hid behind Sara. Team Rocket told her to give them the Charmander. She said no. So the one pulled out a gun and...after all these years I still can't say it; but you get the point. I lunged for the gun and knocked it out of his hand. Taking them both to the ground, I beat the crap out of both of them. Not that it did any good; Team Rocket members were everywhere, even if there were only two on route one.
I have been raising that same Charmander ever since. It was Sara's only dying wish.
Team Rocket, those......there's not a strong enough word in this world to describe them. The best description comes from what you would do first if they were chained to a wall and you had any weapon you wanted. For me it would be a bucket of water with a small hole in the bottom. They would be tied to a board, and the bucket would be hanging over their forehead. Drip. Drip. Drip. It would make them go insane. Maybe they would know how I feel.
Nyway that's all I have for now.
However, as I am still inexperienced with a tablet and therefore unable to as of yet draw more than a rough sketch, I will start with a fanfic so that I know where I'm headed.
So, without further ado, I present the prologue to my fanfic. Feel free to comment, but I'd rather we talked about the plot as the fanfic is temporary. Also bear in mind that the changes I made to team rocket are not exactly kid-oriented.
I sat on my front porch, head hung, deep in thought as I had every day for the last three years, thirty-two weeks and four days. I've been counting. When time appears to slow down, you'll find yourself doing that.
"Sarah…" I murmured to myself, or perhaps to her, I could not tell. Not that she could hear me. She was no longer here.
Taking in a breath, I stood up. I always know I'm done when taking a breath feels good. That tells me I'm ready to exist. For the day at least, I no longer feel like crawling into a corner and curling up into a ball.
My name is Red. I am Fifteen, and the Sara I spoke of was my girlfriend. It's a terrible story, what happened to her. But I have to live with it; I'm not going to meet the same fate.
Are you willing to sit a while and listen to Sara's tale?
Sara and I were out walking along route one. It was a nice day. Out of nowhere, a Charmander came charging through the path. Close behind were a couple of goons from team rocket. The Charmander hid behind Sara. Team Rocket told her to give them the Charmander. She said no. So the one pulled out a gun and...after all these years I still can't say it; but you get the point. I lunged for the gun and knocked it out of his hand. Taking them both to the ground, I beat the crap out of both of them. Not that it did any good; Team Rocket members were everywhere, even if there were only two on route one.
I have been raising that same Charmander ever since. It was Sara's only dying wish.
Team Rocket, those......there's not a strong enough word in this world to describe them. The best description comes from what you would do first if they were chained to a wall and you had any weapon you wanted. For me it would be a bucket of water with a small hole in the bottom. They would be tied to a board, and the bucket would be hanging over their forehead. Drip. Drip. Drip. It would make them go insane. Maybe they would know how I feel.
Nyway that's all I have for now.
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