Dragon Lover
Oooh, words under my name.
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- Age 31
- Uuuhh... Oh ya in my house.
- Seen Nov 18, 2005
Clich? start, enjoy:
?Blastoise, Rapid Spin, Surf combo!? Brian a 6?4 feet and 11 inches tall boy with a slight muscular build shouted, He had light brown eyes the color of his hair. He was wearing a navy colored shirt matching his pants. His waist had an orange belt around it containing 7 holes and a square shaped pocket.
?Smeargle, counter with Protect!? shouted a boy.
A huge tortoise like pok?mon started spinning at an abnormal rate for its size, a tidal wave of pure water forming at the same time. While Blastoise was preparing its attack, a gnome-sized pok?mon with a tail shaped like a paintbrush was forming a green wall of defensive energy.
The tortoise pok?mon slammed into the Smeargle breaking the green shield with ease. It seemed Smaergle couldn?t handle such a large pok?mon.
?Oh yeah!? cried Brian, ?You did it Blastoise!?
"Let's see if you can beat this guy," the boy hissed while ignorantly smirking. He threw a Pok?ball.
A blinding flash of red later an enormous pok?mon appeared. Boasting a huge body and incredible weight, this pok?mon is called Snorlax. A pok?mon with lime green skin and a white underbelly and enough strenght to crush boulders.
?Blastoise use Substitute then follow up with Focus Punch!? confidently cried Brian, clutching the good luck charm he had around his neck which was given to him by his mother.
The tortoise pok?mon called Blastoise kneeled on the ground creating another copy it self, only transparent. The real Blastoise as well as the fake were starting to tighten their focus preparing to launch a huge punch.
?Snorlax, Hyper Beam that over grown turtle away.? The boy called Norman ignorantly shouted.
The Snorlax began charging something in its mouth, preparing to fire a huge beam of energy with enough power if used correctly to destry Saffron city.
The Blastoise suddenly opened his eyes, evilly smirking at the Snorlax.
?Snoooor? cried the behemoth, firing an orange beam of destruction at the Blastoise.
The beam hit and the fake Blastoise instantly disappeared, leaving the real one wide open for another attack. But none came. Instead it seems Snorlax was resting after the powerful attack, a sitting duck.
Blastoise rushed towards Snorlax its fist glowing with a red aura. The fist made contact and the Snorlax was thrown clean over the stands landing out of the stadium.
?I win!? Brian happily shouted running over to his Blastoise hugging it.
?There you have it ladies and gentlemen, Brian of Pallet Town has won!? the commentator excitedly shouted through the microphone.
Thousands of cheers arose from the stands, all shouting one name:
?Brian! Brian! Brian!?
?Brian dear wake up?, a feminine voice said, ?You have lots of chores to do!?
?Huh?? confusedly Brian said, he peered around his surroundings, He wasn?t in a stadium? he was in his room!
"Err, Brian?? said the voice again, its source being a woman's head peeking out of a door, which stood next to a table made of oak.
?What a dream? sighed Brian, before going of to change his clothes.
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Constructive Critisizm accepted please.
~DL~
Prologue
?Blastoise, Rapid Spin, Surf combo!? Brian a 6?4 feet and 11 inches tall boy with a slight muscular build shouted, He had light brown eyes the color of his hair. He was wearing a navy colored shirt matching his pants. His waist had an orange belt around it containing 7 holes and a square shaped pocket.
?Smeargle, counter with Protect!? shouted a boy.
A huge tortoise like pok?mon started spinning at an abnormal rate for its size, a tidal wave of pure water forming at the same time. While Blastoise was preparing its attack, a gnome-sized pok?mon with a tail shaped like a paintbrush was forming a green wall of defensive energy.
The tortoise pok?mon slammed into the Smeargle breaking the green shield with ease. It seemed Smaergle couldn?t handle such a large pok?mon.
?Oh yeah!? cried Brian, ?You did it Blastoise!?
"Let's see if you can beat this guy," the boy hissed while ignorantly smirking. He threw a Pok?ball.
A blinding flash of red later an enormous pok?mon appeared. Boasting a huge body and incredible weight, this pok?mon is called Snorlax. A pok?mon with lime green skin and a white underbelly and enough strenght to crush boulders.
?Blastoise use Substitute then follow up with Focus Punch!? confidently cried Brian, clutching the good luck charm he had around his neck which was given to him by his mother.
The tortoise pok?mon called Blastoise kneeled on the ground creating another copy it self, only transparent. The real Blastoise as well as the fake were starting to tighten their focus preparing to launch a huge punch.
?Snorlax, Hyper Beam that over grown turtle away.? The boy called Norman ignorantly shouted.
The Snorlax began charging something in its mouth, preparing to fire a huge beam of energy with enough power if used correctly to destry Saffron city.
The Blastoise suddenly opened his eyes, evilly smirking at the Snorlax.
?Snoooor? cried the behemoth, firing an orange beam of destruction at the Blastoise.
The beam hit and the fake Blastoise instantly disappeared, leaving the real one wide open for another attack. But none came. Instead it seems Snorlax was resting after the powerful attack, a sitting duck.
Blastoise rushed towards Snorlax its fist glowing with a red aura. The fist made contact and the Snorlax was thrown clean over the stands landing out of the stadium.
?I win!? Brian happily shouted running over to his Blastoise hugging it.
?There you have it ladies and gentlemen, Brian of Pallet Town has won!? the commentator excitedly shouted through the microphone.
Thousands of cheers arose from the stands, all shouting one name:
?Brian! Brian! Brian!?
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?Brian dear wake up?, a feminine voice said, ?You have lots of chores to do!?
?Huh?? confusedly Brian said, he peered around his surroundings, He wasn?t in a stadium? he was in his room!
"Err, Brian?? said the voice again, its source being a woman's head peeking out of a door, which stood next to a table made of oak.
?What a dream? sighed Brian, before going of to change his clothes.
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Constructive Critisizm accepted please.
~DL~
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