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    SIGN-UPS ARE CLOSED.

    S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. Super creative extra neat reality interchanging operation. This operation is something I just made, and I want to try it. You are my test subjects, you will test the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. for me. Before each test, I will perform the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. on you, and record the results.

    This operation causes you to feel like you are in an entirely different reality, which I control, and to get out of it you have to fulfill certain requirements that I will outline for you. Upon fulfilling this requirements, you will be returned to my lab, where I will give you a short break, let you eat and stuff like that. After four tests have been successfully completed you may go home.

    I would like to personally thank you for participating in this test, and you will receive your paychecks after the test is over.

    Rules:
    There are many guidelines to follow while participating in this test, and failure to comply will result in removal from the test and loss of paycheck.

    1: Please, be patient while I perform the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O.
    (Example of impatience: posts such as "When are we going to start?" Or "Can we start already!)
    2:Mind control is so annoying, so please do not try to control other subjects by using any mind control abilities you may have.
    (Example: Godmodding or whatever you people call it.)
    3: During the operation, you may do whatever you like, as long as it fits within the plot of the reality, and the rules.
    Warning: Going against a reality's plot may cause it to collapse in on itself.
    4: No vulgarities.
    Simple. NO SWEARING.
    6: Suggestions for the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. are welcome, simply send me a private message.
    (Example of good suggestion: Maybe next time this could happen. Example of a bad suggestion: NO! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT!!!!!one!!!!!11!!)

    Resume: (Sometimes known as sign-up sheet. Don't ask me why.)

    Name: Simple.
    Age: Simple.
    Gender: Simple.
    Personality: I need to know what my subjects are like! Need at least three lines.
    Appearance: I need to know what my subjects look like! And please, no pictures. At least three lines.
    History: Tell me a little about yourself. Three lines.

    Note: You may be wondering, "What about my pokemon?" The answer to this is simple: your pokemon can not follow you during the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. so there is no need to list them. However, feel free to list any preferences you may have, such as type or specific pokemon. However, Legendaries will not be accepted.

    Now please, enjoy your time during the first ever test of the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. The operation will be done as soon as all resumes have been turned in and accepted.

    Slots:
    1: Blue Screen of Death
    2: Rabbit
    3: . K i a r r a *
    4: Ckret2
     
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    I'd like to sign-up please:

    Name: Harry (What an exciting original name!)
    Age: 18
    Gender: Male.
    Personality: Usually calm, and smart, however, it is easy to make him angry. VERY angry.
    Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, and hair like... Han Solo?
    History: A normal Pokémon Trainer who needs some money to pay off the daycare center.
    Favourite Pokémon: Just so you know, I like Charmander!
     
    Sorry I forgot to put it in the intro post, but I would like at least three lines in each category under gender, excluding pokemon preferences. So yeah, just go ahead and try again.
     
    Edit: alright, found it.

    Name: Alexander Lyon

    Age: 21

    Gender: Male

    Appearance:

    Alexander is tall, well-proportioned, not at all muscular, and keeps his nails clean. His hair is blond and is a little longer than it should be. He has a perfectly straight nose, considerate (or considering) hazel eyes, and thin lips. He is usually smiling in a frank and airy manner. He has a way of looking through people.

    He wears jeans, collared shirts in sobre colours, and shoes of varying shades of brown. His clothes make him look like a neat, well-prepared student (which he is). He also carries a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses in a case. He doesn't have to use them, but they make him look more astute.

    Personality:

    Alexander is full of joie de vivre, the vitality of youth. His expressions change easily, always sincerely. Success has come easily to him in the past, whether because of money (his family is wealthy), confidence, or charisma. He has a good deal of respect for authority, because authority is power and power deserves respect. His chief concern is making the world work for him. He is ambitious, but not sure what his ambitions are. His university years are helping him figure that out. I'd say that, with a bit of a push, he could go into politics, or become a dictator with benevolent intentions.

    Another thing about Alexander is how much energy he has. When he's working on something at his desk, or reading, he seems subdued, but he will always be tapping his fingers or chewing a pen as though impatient with his own thoughts. He could get up in a moment and run off on a fact-finding quest. He is unwilling to wait for other people and is sometimes demanding, but his good-natured smile often keeps others from becoming entirely fed up with him. Ironically, Alexander is less concerned with the business of others, frequently arriving late for appointments.

    History:

    Alexander was born into a relatively wealthy family, rich enough for heirlooms, carefree spending, and a house in the country (where his mother now lives, renting out the city house). Growing up in an atmosphere of luxury, he has never worried about making his way through life: he knows that there is plenty of cash supporting whatever he does, and more where that came from. That's why, instead of considering a career in computer sciences or engineering, Alexander is pursuing a bachelor's degree in history simply for the hell of it. Latin American dictatorships are his favourite. He is currently in his third year at university.

    In his earlier years, Alexander busied himself with bug collections, the swim team, forced piano lessons (not for long, thankfully) and trying - unsuccessfully - to shape his younger sister's character. He also got into Pokemon when he was eleven, because it was all the rage, but never focused on battling. He was - is - more of an intellectual type, attentive in class, revelling in his ability to quote the classics, and always ready to lecture to his friends.

    Pokemon preference:

    I have his entire team written up (heh heh) so if Pokemon are being given out he would go for a Zigzagoon, Houndour, Growlithe, Ralts, or Murkrow.
     
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    AWESOME!

    I was just browsing and this thread looks awesome! Please reserve me a spot. I'll have it for you tomorrow, because im busy right now. Thanks!

    Please disregard my last message because i've just wrote one. It was done in a hurry so just ask if you need another one. Thanks
    Name: Hank
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male
    Personality: Always eager for a fight, hank is easily riled, and hates to lose. Hank is very smart, but rarely thinks before he acts. He's vary friendly and is always quick to greet. When people treat pokemon like tools, he gets very angry, and loses control of his usually cool self. He loves all his pokemon and would die for them. Hank is boldd, and brave, and not affraid to state his opinion on anything. He never disregards anyones opinion or idea. He respects everyone who treats pokemon with respect. His opinion sways often. So he is pretty easily convinced.
    Appearance: Hank has short blond hair, and vibrant blue eyes. He's six foot two (extremely tall for a 15 year old) and doesn't care how he looks, though he's usually attractive. He's has a slight build, and broad shoulders. He dreasses with the pokemon ranger cap and rope, and wheres baggy red shorts while the POKEMON RANGER stiched on the sides. He only changes his cloths on rare occasions. He is in great shape, and people often peg him for an adault.
    History: Hank comes from a poor town, and has always dreamed of making a difference in the world. That's why his utmost desire is to become a pokemon ranger. He's very skilled and has a strong bond with his pokemon. He has a wish that everyone in the world can bond with pokemon like he does. He practices with his pokemon every day since he got them, and is the best pokemon trainer from his town. (but theres only 25 people, and only 4 of them are trainers.) He often practices with a grappling hook to prefact his ranger technique, though the Rnagers have much more advanced equipment.
    Pokemon: I prefer to always have a poochyena. But I can live with any pokemon.
     
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    Name: Zhan Ze Ken - known as Zhan to those outside his family and close friends.

    Age: 19

    Gender: Male

    Personality: Calm, easy going and laid-back to the point where he's almost horizontal, Zhan is the sort of guy who seemingly isn't phased by anything. Granted, he has his own fears and concerns, but feels no need to make them public. It takes a lot to infuriate him, and he is liable to stay focused when under serious pressure- exploding into fits of violence is not something he deems as acceptible behaviour. His family have taught him the values of responsibility and honour, therefore Zhan endeavours to complete every task and challenged delivered to him, with successful results- though lapses perfection does not peturb him. Perhaps his personality is part of his downfall, his inability to react to most stimuli leading strangers to believe he is cold and aloof, and they often avoid getting to know him because of it. When not with his family, Zhan becomes very lazy, and will often procrastinate and leave things to the last minute.

    Appearance: Zhan is relatively short for a male, standing at five feet six inches, yet this is unsurprising due to his heritage. His build is slim with a narrow bone structure, though he has enough fat and muscle on him to prevent himself from appearing anorexic- his grandmother has always ensured that he is well-fed and looks healthy. The male has almond shaped eyes, with irises whose colour is most akin to that of milk chocolate. Zhan's eyebrows slant upwards ever so slightly, though suit his long, thin face. His nose is also thin, yet when he smiles his features seem to bunch up, and he has a dimple on his left side. Typical Asian hair is either dark brown or jet black in colour- Zhan sports the latter when not experimenting with various colours; the boy has been a blonde, a brunette and a red-head in the past. Currently, Zhan's hair is its natural ebony, as he is taking a break between hues. It falls just below his ears, his bangs covering part of his forehead- despite it being thin, it's rather tame, and rarely gives him any problems.

    Zhan is a fan of casual clothing, his typical attire consisting of trainers, jeans, and whichever t-shirt in his possession happens to be clean. At times he'll team a white shirt and dark jeans with a non-formal waistcoat, and enjoys wearing traditional Chinese clothing during important festivals. There is often a blue woollen scarf wrapped around his neck, even during the warmer seasons. Other accessories include sweatbands on his wrists, and silver dog tags around his neck.

    History: Born into a family who had emigrated from China two or three years before, Zhan is the oldest of four siblings (he has a brother and two sisters). Endowed with the responsibility of carrying on the family line and honour, he was raised to respect others, most particularly authority figures and his elders. Zhan had a close relationship with his grandmother, who deemed it important for him to learn the native language of the place where they now lived. Therefore, Zhan was bilingual from an early age. He became a Pokemon trainer a little later than some, due to the fact that he was needed at home to help out with the arrivals of his youngest brother and sister. Zhan set off on his journey at the age of fourteen, touring the Kanto region prior to returning home to nurse his ailing grandmother. Having aquired seven badges before going home, Zhan missed that year's regional tournament. However, the following year, he met the requirements to compete within the league, and just managed to slip into the top thirty-two. Spending another twelve months between training in Kanto and visiting his family, Zhan entered the Indigo League once more, this time coming twenty-sixth- satisfied with his rank, he began to venture west, to the Johto region.

    (Ick, sorry for the length. ;-; My brain = Dead. DX I'm done though. :3)
     
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    Okay, not bad. I got some good results.

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    Never RPed before, but I'd like to try it out and this thread looks interesting. Sorry for length of post, but I didn't have time to make it short. XD

    Name: Simon Skiddy
    Age: 15
    Gender: male

    Personality: Simon has a rare breed of nerdiness that allows him to shut off the nerd factor for a while and act like a normal human being. Quite possibly this is because his nerdiness is directed mainly towards things that have to do with computers--especially programming, and ESPECIALLY hacking/cracking. This doesn't mean he's actually any good at hacking; he is what one might call a "script kiddie." (And hence the origins of his last name.) Still, he knows more about how programs work than your average Joe. When nerding out over computers, he will refuse to listen to anybody else and completely ignore all outside imput unless the person addressing him is someone he happens to know is better with computers than he is, or is a supreme authority figure such as his boss, a police officer, or Mama. When not nerding out over computers, he's a crowd follower and a bit of a slacker, most particularly when it comes to school. He has a tendency to hero-worship anyone who is better than him at anything he'd like to be good at, and occasionally just anyone who's particularly charismatic. Beware his wrath if you slight any of his personal heroes. He will scream his dorky cracking voice hoarse at you.

    Appearance: You know what the typical Team Galactic Grunt looks like? That's what Simon looks like, because quite recently, he WAS a Galactic Grunt--up until Cyrus (one of his objects of worship) vanished, and he promptly quit the Team. He's pretty pale and a little freckly, and rather shorter than average at about 5'4". He's got green eyes and his hair is currently a cyan-blue bowl cut, but the edges are starting to get ragged and his natural hair color (strawberry blond) is beginning to show at the roots. Because he doesn't want anyone to know he is (or was) with Team Galactic, when not on Galactic business he pulls up his hair in a hair net and wears a strawberry blond wig in about a Beatles-style haircut. He's very embarrassed about the wig, but it was the best thing he could think of. When his roots gets long enough, he's planning on cutting off all his blue hair and just tell people he decided to get a buzz cut. Aside from the Galactic uniform (which he now only wears when he's home alone, has the bathroom door locked, and is feeling mournful about the breakup of the Team), he tends to wear baggy plaid shirts and cargo pants with sandals. His idea of dressing up is a baggy solid-colored shirt and black cargo pants with sneakers, unless Mama demands otherwise.

    History: (He's from D/P-canon Sinnoh, but can probably blend with Platinum- or anime-canon without TOO much difficulty.) Simon still lives at home in Veilstone with his parents and little sister. He's got an older brother who's been away from home seven years, has four badges, and thinks he's hot stuff. Frankly, Simon's parents are glad he didn't follow in his brother's footsteps; they worry too much about their eldest to bear having TWO trainers in the family. Simon first got hooked on computers and programming three years previously, when Bebe came to his class to talk about computers and all the Wonderful Things one can do with them.

    A little over a year ago, he was lurking around a forum for hackers when he heard that this group called Team Galactic was looking for people to help out in some idealistic cause or another, and that they were going to need a lot of members with various technical skills: explosives, architecture, and (relavent to this forum) hacking/cracking, to name a few. Simon got in contact with a member of the forum that claimed to be a member of Team Galactic, that person got him in contact with Saturn, through Saturn he learned about Cyrus, and within a week Simon was all signed up and the most loyal Grunt you could ever imagine.

    He worked as a Grunt on weekends, after school, and occasionally during school when he felt it was safe to skip. He would have dropped out all together except for the fact that Team Galactic has a strict No Dropping Out policy, since Cyrus doesn't simply want the dregs of the educational system on his Team. His parents thought he had joined the school's Math Club and was spending his time at that. When he left Team Galactic, he realized he no longer had anything left to do with his time, and thought, maybe, he should get a job or something, since summer break was coming up. Which is why he decided to join S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. He has no idea who the dude in charge of S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. is yet, but once he finds out, there's a very good chance that he will begin hero-worshipping that guy.

    Simon had never used a Pokémon to battle in his life before joining Team Galactic, and upon joining he was given a Pokémon and told to learn how to use it in battle. He never got to like his Pokémon. It was a female Glameow. He later got a Zubat and liked it better but never got attached to it. If given a choice, he would love to have his own Lucario, but so would every other kid in Veilstone City who's ever heard of Maylene. To be completely honest, he would get along best with friendly, small, non-scary-looking, weaker Pokémon, although he won't like them if they look too cute or girly. Give him anything and he'll cope with it.
     
    New results! Yay!
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    I figure that if I don't get anyone else by the eighteenth, I'll just start the RP before it completely sinks.
     
    Blue Screen of Death said:
    New results! Yay!
    Spoiler:


    I figure that if I don't get anyone else by the eighteenth, I'll just start the RP before it completely sinks.
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    Cool, glad to be on board. :D (And Simon is glad he won't just be moping around the house all summer.)
     
    Like I said, if there is no one else who joins by the eighteenth (today) then I will start it.

    So, I shall now start it.

    This scenario I am about to use is a separate story. Each one of you will be in an entirely separate version of this world, even though the requirements to finish it are still the same. Mind you, this is my first test, so this will be simple. You will all appear on a running track, which you must run two laps on. After completing these two laps, you will be returned to the real world, and will await your next operation. However, there will always be an event that may cause you to fail this test. That event will depend on who you are and your specific personality. I do not know when during the test is will happen, nor how it will happen, but it could be anything. If you do fail, you will return to the real world, and await the next operation. The difference here is after three failures, you are kicked out of the program, so please be careful.

    (Note: When I said there will be an event that will try to stop you, I mean something like a pokemon attacks you, or even zombies. All I know is that it must happen, and you can decide what it is. Also, please try to finish this in one or two posts.)
     
    (Before I start: So, do we just go off and start RPing the scenario ourselves? Are you going to give us any more directions, or is this it, the rest is up to our characters until they finish the test? And once we start, are you going to intervene at any point in our characters' actions before this test is over, or is it wholly up to the players? Just want to know how much control I have over Simon's environment before I get going.)
     
    {Also, is our character informed about their task, or do they get clues from the environment about what needs to be done?}
     
    Ckret2: Yes, everything that happens during the scenario is up to the characters, and no, I will not ever intervene.

    Rabbit: The characters are informed of their task before entering the test.
     
    (All right, cool! Starting off, then. If I'm messing it up, lemme know.)

    It was Simon's worst nightmare. He was standing on his school's gym track--except it seemed to be about twice as big--dressed in his school's hideously neon orange track clothes, with a merciless sun in a cloudless sky and, somehow, what felt like 90% humidity. All with instructions to run two laps. In his entire life, he didn't think he'd run a sum total of two laps.

    Well, okay, it wasn't his worst nightmare. It would be his worst nightmare if Cyrus were sitting in the stands, watching, with a stopwatch.

    As it was, there didn't seem to be anyone around. It was completely silent. No sounds of chatting people on the path going past his school. No shrieks of laughter from technically-inept cheerleaders who didn't know a toaster from a telephone but could run rings around his Zubat with their Pachirisu and their Pichu. No chirps of song from the Staravia in the trees in front of the school. Not even the rustle of a breeze.

    Simon would have liked a breeze.

    'What's the point of this?' he wondered. 'Just... run two laps? Why is running two laps so important to the S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. project? How did I get here, anyway?'

    He hadn't the foggiest. It had to be some kind of virtual reality generator, but Simon had never been in a VR system as convincing as this one before. He felt his face and head to see if he could find goggles or a helmet. Nothing but his wig. He tossed it to the side, since no one was watching anyway, and hoped that getting rid of it would help cool him down.

    It didn't.

    All right. The guy in charge said run two laps, so Simon would run two laps. And hope whatever "extra trial" he was supposed to look out for wouldn't be too bad. (Pokémon attacks? Zombies?? Nobody had told him what to do if he ran into zombies. Maybe try to outrun them. Weren't zombies supposed to be slow?)

    He did some bends at the waist in an attempt to stretch--however that was supposed to work--took a deep breath, wondered if he could get sunburned in virtual reality, and started to run.

    And fell over.

    "What the--?!" Simon tried to pull himself up, and felt something tugging on his ankles. He awkwardly rolled over and twisted around to look. Locked securly onto each ankle was an enormous black iron ball and chain.

    Simon stared at them. Well. All things considered, this was better than zombies. Iron balls couldn't eat his brains. He just hoped the balls and chains weren't intended to slow him down enough to let the zombies catch him.

    He got to his feet and experimentally kicked forward with his right leg, so that the chain went taught. The iron ball didn't budge. The chains were about five feet long, so he could carry the balls without crouching over, but a short-live attempt revealed that they were far too heavy for that. Tries to kick them and force them to roll ahead of him ended with pained toes.

    'Are all of S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O.'s tests going to be this bad?' he wondered irritably. Perhaps this was just an initiation test, to weed out the people truly devoted to S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O.'s cause from the idle crowds who had volunteered for money or for kicks. Well, Simon wouldn't let this stop him. He would prove that he was devoted to whatever it was they were supposed to be doing. So he turned around, grabbed a chain in each hand, and started shuffling backwards on the track while dragging the chained balls behind him.

    He collapsed a quarter of the way through the first lap, hardly able to breathe. This was just pitiful. He made a mental note to sign up for track next school year and get in shape. (Not that he actually would, but the thought made him feel better.) He glanced up at the two pitifully short black trails that the iron balls had left on the concrete running track, wondering how he was going to go two laps.

    Wait. Black trails? Simon crawled closer to get a better look. Black trails, like the concrete had been scraping paint off of the iron balls. He reinspected the balls; indeed, little slivers of paint had started peeling off, revealing that the balls were really red and white underneath. Kind of like...

    "That's it!" he said to no one. This was the true test! It wasn't a physical assessment, it was an intelligence test! These iron balls had to be enormous Poké Balls, and the people running S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. wanted the test subjects to figure it out, lighten their burden by releasing the Pokémon inside, and finish the trial light as a fluff ball. He felt around the contours of the iron ball/Poké Ball chained to his left ankle until he located the crack between the ball's two hemispheres, and followed it until he found the release button. He had to jam both thumbs on the button to get it to depress, but when he did, the ball and chain dissolved into a red light and disappeared. He flexed his leg experimentally, then quickly turned to the second ball and started searching for its button.

    Something above him growled menacingly.

    Simon looked up. His eyes widened. During his time in Team Galactic, he had seen enough cave etchings and artist's renditions of this Pokémon to know exactly what it was, and he couldn't say that he was very happy to see it. It didn't seem very to see him, either, and growled again to let him know it. Very slowly, Simon edged away from the Pokémon, realizing what must be in the second Poké Ball.

    If Dialga had been in the left ball, then in the right one...

    Dialga reared back its head and roared. Simon leaped to his feet and, with a burst of very welcome adrenaline, heaved the second Poké Ball up by its chain and started running for all he was worth. He wished it had been zombies after all.

    If this was an intelligence test, he had a feeling he'd just failed it.

    (OOC: You said wrap it up in one or two posts; I'll finish this up in the second one within a few hours. Assuming no one goes "you're doing it wrong!!" before then.)
     
    NOTICE: I decided I'll fill in the final slot, but I will still supply the scenario's of course.
    Oh, and Ckret2, You're doing it right!

    Here is my sign-up:

    Name: Ryley Moloran

    Age: 15

    Gender: male


    Personality: Ryley tends to be rather silly, avoiding serious situations. He does not, however like mornings. Or being woken up from a nap before he feels he got enough sleep. He, and almost his entire family, are like this. But once awake (which takes ten to twenty minutes to be fully awake) he usually makes sure to sneak up on someone else in his family nearby and scare by screaming in their ear. He may come off as shy, but one would not see that if they had not met him as a stranger. He also enjoys attracting attention to himself by playing pranks on others, usually consisting of scaring them, or, in extreme cases, actually doing something only he could solve. Most other family members of his thought he would grow out of it when he was a kid, but at the age of fifteen, he is still acting like a small child. This does not, however, mean he hasn't matured. He used to be more up front and harmful in his pranks. Now he tries not to hurt his victims, while also trying not to get caught. Other than is mischevious nature, he has an extremely bad temper, and can lose control of his actions if he gets to enraged.

    Appearance: Ryley never seems to look the same for more than one day in a row. He'll have blonde hair and an entirely Black outfit one day, and black hair with a yellow outfit the next. His mother says there is a pattern to it, but no one can figure it out. He does however have blue or green hair the most often, sometimes even twice in one week. But since he has started to grow more rapidly, he is running out of clothes that fit, making his change of outfits somewhat less creative. He naturally has brown hair with green eyes, and has a slightly narrow face. His body is growing in such a way that his limbs and digits are getting longer before his body can broaden to fit the length, which also adds to his clothing problem.

    History: More than once during his childhood Ryley has been in trouble for pranking people. He almost was sued once for making a trap pit, and causing another child to fall into it. His father dissapeared when he was six, causing him to seem a little clingy at times, which tends to annoy most people he is around. He lived with his Mother in a small town on the outskirts of Veilstone after that, the name of which he cannot recall. He made very few friends there, as most people thought he was creepy, considering his ever-changing outfit. He did however make friends with one Byron Jones, who later in his life betrayed Ryley, stealing his Eevee and selling to a man in Jubilife. After that Ryley planned the ultimate prank to pull on Byron, and a year after the incident, he finally made it.

    Although it may seem anticlimactic, his plan consisted of getting Byron lost in the woods, causing him to fall into a pit with twenty pounds of Tauros dung. And the walls in the hole were smoothed over, making it so he couldn't get out on his own. Byron finally got out two hours later, after a small child heard his cries, and got his parents. When Ryley saw Byron walk past his house, covered in dung, he laughed, finally feeling satisfied with his revenge.

    A year after that Ryley's mother had gotten so tired of his antics that she signed him up for S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. just to get Ryley out of her hair. However, the problem only worsened until he left, considering he decided to get in all of his pranking before he left, not knowing when he would return.

    Yeah, I'm indecisive.
     
    (Took longer to get back than I thought I would, sorry. Finishing up now.)

    Simon got a bit of a head start while Dialga paused to roar in murderous fury, and he was nearly at the far end of the running track before Dialga began barreling after him, easily rounding the track and gaining fast. Simon looked around desperately for something to hide behind--the bleachers, maybe? But they were just criss-crossed aluminum beams and narrow metal strips for seats, any half-decent attack would fly straight through the gaps. Could Simon get to the school building before Dialga caught him? He took a quick glance over his shoulder to see if it was gaining--yes--and then turned around to consider the distance.

    But, his test... He had to run two laps if he wanted to pass, and he hadn't even finished one yet. But if he stayed on the track, running along its curved path, wouldn't that just make it easier for Dialga to catch him? It run straight across the empty field in the middle of the track and catch him on the other side.

    Forget the test. No way was he about to let Dialga get close enough to shred him into Simon salad. Heaving his second enormous Poké Ball up (it was starting to get heavy again), he left the track and started running towards the school.

    He'd made it about twenty feet before he realized that the sound of Dialga's monstrous footsteps had stopped. Simon looked over his shoulder, saw that Dialga had stopped moving, and stopped, dropping the Poké Ball between his feet. Dialga was standing at the edge of the track, watching him with an accusatory look that clearly said, 'You cheated.'

    "Hey, what's going on?" Simon asked, glancing at Dialga, and then at the sky, wondering if the face of the guy in charge of S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. would appear in the sun or something. He walked back to the track, dragging the ball behind him, until he was standing barely a foot away from Dialga--himself on the grass, the Pokémon on the track. "Decided you weren't hungry?"

    Dialga looked straight down at Simon, bared its teeth, and growled ruefully.

    Simon grinned. "You can't leave the track, can you?" he said. "Well, well! Isn't this a sorry state of affairs! The mighty Dialga, unable to touch a puny human hacker in ugly gym clothes. What would Palkia say to see you like this? I bet it'd laugh at you."

    Dialga's growls deepened. Heedless, Simon crouched down and pushed his second ball onto the track, careful not to touch it himself. "Let's find out what Palkia thinks, why don't we?" He felt around for the second button, pushed it, and the second ball vanished into red light. Simon took a few steps back, enjoying having two free legs again, and looked up.

    Palkia landed beside Dialga, barely gave its opposite a passing glance, and then lunged for Simon. At the edge of the track, though, its feet suddenly settled down hard, and it stared at him in bafflement. (Simon thought he saw Dialga roll its eyes.)

    "Have fun, you two," Simon said cheerily, then turned back to the task of finishing his test.

    Wait. Didn't he need to be on the track to finish it?

    Simon could almost feel the malevolent glee rolling off of Dialga and Palkia as, apparently, the same thought occurred to them. Well, whatever. He was clever. He shouted up at the sky, "I'm going to take the long way, all right? I'll do my two laps walking around outside the track. Mathematically speaking, that makes it longer than two laps on the track, so that should count. Right?" Dialga and Palkia snarled in disappointment, so apparently they thought it counted. Good enough for him.

    For the lap-and-a-quarter walk he had left, the two Pokémon shadowed his every step. He didn't mind; along one side of the track, if he stood very close to the edge, they shaded the sun a little. They didn't scare him any more, now that he had them figured out. In this virtual reality world, they were like video game enemies: if you can jump onto a two-feet-tall platform, the monster is stuck on the ground below you and can't touch you, even if the monster is twice your height. Simon never liked the logic behind games like that, but wasn't about to complain now. Video game logic was currently keeping him safe and sound, as he finished his second lap...

    And nothing happened.

    Dialga and Palkia gave each other curious looks. Simon looked around, expecting a door or a warp pad, or maybe some big banner with balloons that said, "You did it!!" Nothing. He glanced down at the track. Oh, no.

    Painted onto the track was a thick red line. Above it, it said "START," and beneath it, "FINISH." That was the official starting and ending line. He had to cross it for his laps to count. It didn't matter that he had finished his objectives, no, he had to finish them the way the game wanted him to.

    Video game logic was once again his enemy.

    "Come on!" he yelled at the stripe. "I went two laps! You saw me!" He jumped back and forth on the outside of the track beside the red stripe. "I went over two laps. There's a bigger circumference on the outside. We're talking basic geometry here!" The red stripe was unappeased.

    Dialga and Palkia had positioned themselves on either side of the stripe, muscles tensed, leering down at Simon. Waiting for him to take a single step onto the track. If he barely got on the track long enough to take the two steps from one side of the stripe to the other, the Pokémon could tear him limb to limb. He backed away from the track, shouting to the sky, "Computer programs are fallible! Use some human common sense here. Didn't I go two laps?"

    There was no response. Simon heaved a sigh, trudged over to the bleachers, and found a bench to sit on while he waited for someone to let him out of the VR system. Dialga and Palkia roared in protest, but he paid no heed. He wasn't about to risk his skin just to do things the way the game wanted him to. Simon was done, he had passed the test. Surely, the guy in charge of S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O. would agree.

    (OOC: Well, if he fails, he still has to get two more strikes before he's out.)
     
    "I can do two laps on a track no problem! I get enough exercise running away from people, this should be a piece of cake!" Ryley said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, adding with a shout "I should just shut up next time. At least then I won't wind up naked on a running track somewhere in northern Sinnoh in the middle of winter!"

    With a major feeling of regret at not sneaking away at the airport before coming here, Ryley started his way around the track, which someone had so kindly cleared the snow off of.

    "May as well take my time," He mumbled "I'm not going anywhere."

    Half-way through his first lap however, Ryley realized the flaw in his plan. He was cold, and there was no way he could warm up. Of course, he stopped when he realized this. He knew that there was some way he could warm up, but the cold seemed to be blocking his thoughts.

    Eventually he decided his best bet would be to run as fast as he could, just to get the stupid test done faster. As he was running, he noticed that he was getting warmer. "Duh." He thought, "running makes my blood go faster, which makes my body warmer!"

    He was running, he had almost finished his first lap when he felt himself slip. But he didn't stop, he just kept sliding. Even when he fell down, he was sliding. And it hurt. Badly.

    When he finally stopped he was less than a foot from the finish line, but he was badly scraped all over his body.

    he took a quick look down at himself, only to wish he hadn't. He was scraped, not so bad, but he was scraped everywhere on his lower half. "Great! Just great! This had better not effect me in the real world!" He shouted, wondering if that dumb guy who made this could hear him.

    Even though he was in serious pain, Ryley still made it around the track the second time, shouting with joy upon crossing the finish line the second time.

    But nothing happened.

    He stood there waiting, expecting something to happen. But nothing did.

    "What do you want?" He shouted at the sky, "I did what you told me to do!"

    He stood there for some time longer, shouting words at the sky that are best not repeated, when he saw someone else.

    A girl.

    A girl who was looking right at him.

    "Oh no." He stuttered, covering himself.

    She looked to be about his age, and was laughing like a mad person.

    He was released hours later, after having suffered the cold and the girl enough to make him want to strangle the man responsible.

    (OOC: Ckret2, I would say he failed, but passed at the same time. You can decide which one.)
     
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