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This is my first Fan Fiction on this site, so keep in mind that it might not be particulary good. Just keep reading. It'll be interesting. Trust me.
Before we begin, it's rated R for nudity and violence. There won't be much of either, but it pays to be safe.
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It was the year 2649 when it happened.
Strange, purple-black projectiles flew down into the Earth's atmosphere. These strange things contained an essence of toxins which was deadly to any lifeform on the planet, human, pokemon or plant alike. The toxins spread, and the human race was forced to live underground for several hundred years, many forgetting almost everything about the world they left behind. Next to no Pokemon were taken underground with them, and only those plants which served a purpose were taken.
After spending three and a half hundred years underground, humans had slightly evolved to suit the underground, although there was hundreds of little underground holds where people lived. Each one caused people to change differently. Some, nearer the core of the earth, got used to the heat, and therefore, were more heat-resistant. Others, on the other hand, were closer to the surface, and could even end up breathing in the toxins for small amounts of time, although they could not live in them for more than a couple of hours completely, lest they fell pray to the poisons that had killed off even the most obscure pokemon, such as Koffing and Magnemite.
Then, the day of salvation came. That was what some people called it. Others called it the day of freedom. Others yet, called it the day the world changed forever. But it would be marked as the day that the toxins were scoured from the planet forever.
The projectiles were not just some random space junk. They were really missiles made to wipe out entire populations. The race of creatures who made them had been at war, and had used the weapons to kill off their enemies, a ruthless army of near mindless killers with psychotic brains. However, not all the missiles had made the destination that had been fired towards, and instead they spiralled across the universe, propelled by the latest of space-warp tech, which allowed it to skip entire galaxies every few days, and hit the Earth. Then, when the war finished when the missiles hit the enemy planets and defeated them, the race that had fired the missiles looked to the Earth. It's leaders felt sorrow for the innocent lives that had been lost over a simple mistake in the missile's programing, and instead sent another set of projectiles, this time to allow the world to live again.
However, while this seemed to be a kind motive, you had to pity the people of Earth. These projectiles would dig into the ground, and release gases that would create lifeform copies of the creatures recorded to live on the Earth, in the seas, and under the surface. However, no or too few humans had been recorded on the surface, and the humans themselves had made special cloaking devices in case any one colony would decide to go after the others. Therefore, no humans would be reborn. To make things even stranger, the humans could be considered unwanted, and even a blight onto the world, according to the projectiles, so they would be desposed of at every turn. However, these projectiles could not kill, so instead they could slightly, mostly, or even completely transform a human into a pokemon.
These new projectiles pierced into the Earth's crust, some making it to random colonies. This is the story of one of the colonies that found a projectile...
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A small trio of men following a wolfen figure down a series of underground tunnels. To understand the scene, you should look at each person in turn.
The wolfen figure is nothing more than a bipedal Mightyena, with green eyes and a long tail. He doesn't talk much, simply walking along, showing the other three what he has found.
Two of the men are young, and talk about the object the bipedal Mightyena has found. The two of them wear only a loincloth each. They are both rather tall, have brown, tanned skin and brown hair. One of the young men also has brown eyes, while the other has blue eyes instead.
The final figure is an old man, so old he as forgotten his age, although he thinks that is is somewhere between eighty and one hundred and twenty. He doesn't have much strength left, and cannot perform any particulary difficult actions. He has white grey hair, tanned brown skin, and also only wears a loincloth. He has a small beard, and brown eyes.
The two young men talk about what's going on, and about how this could change life forever. The bipedial Mightyena joins the conversation once in a while, informing the two youths of what is going on. But the old man remains quiet. He does not utter a word. His mind is in a frenzy of activity, dispite his silence. What is about to happen could allow him to cheat death.
The group arrive at their destination: A small cavern with a strange, light violet sphere ontop of a gold and blue pedestal. The bipedial Mightyena motions the others to come forward, and, touching the sphere, is engulfed in light. In seconds, the formerly bipedial Mightyena drops to the ground, unable to walk on it's hind legs anymore.
The two youths rush towards the orb in interest, and are covered with a flashing white light. Not able to run away, they are taken by the light, and transform into beasts.
The first youth's loincloth rips, to reveal another, more refined piece of clothing beneath it. He loses his tan, and grows rippling muscles, as well as an extra pair of arms. He has become a Machamp.
The second youth's loincloth also rips, but this time there is no clothing beneath it. Instead, this youth completely loses his human traits for that of a complete animal's. He slightly shortens in size, grows slightly in width, and grows orange fur, with some white fur to cover up his body. He grows a pair of tails, a floatation sac, as well as a pointed snout and whiskers. He has become a Floatzel.
The old man watched the youths explore their new forms. He grins. This has been watch he has been waiting for.
He walks towards the sphere, and puts his hand on it. He starts to change. His body expands, his head changes shape, and he grows a tail that rips through his loincloth, although it has not been ripped like the other two. He also grows wings. Just as he is about to completely transform, he takes his hand off the sphere and moves away in time. A small piece of energy from the sphere remains, allowing him to make the final transformation at a time of his choosing. Unless he decides soon, however, he will slowly make the full transformation into a Charizard.
The two youths mess around with the Mightyena, as though they were children again. The old man watches in the distance, and then calls to the trio. They run towards the old man, who now seems somewhat stronger and younger, and listen to a request that he makes. The Machamp picks up the pedestal and sphere with surprising strength, and together the four leave for their small colony.
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What do you think? Post your notes on the story so far, and tell me how I should continue it.
Before we begin, it's rated R for nudity and violence. There won't be much of either, but it pays to be safe.
---------------------
It was the year 2649 when it happened.
Strange, purple-black projectiles flew down into the Earth's atmosphere. These strange things contained an essence of toxins which was deadly to any lifeform on the planet, human, pokemon or plant alike. The toxins spread, and the human race was forced to live underground for several hundred years, many forgetting almost everything about the world they left behind. Next to no Pokemon were taken underground with them, and only those plants which served a purpose were taken.
After spending three and a half hundred years underground, humans had slightly evolved to suit the underground, although there was hundreds of little underground holds where people lived. Each one caused people to change differently. Some, nearer the core of the earth, got used to the heat, and therefore, were more heat-resistant. Others, on the other hand, were closer to the surface, and could even end up breathing in the toxins for small amounts of time, although they could not live in them for more than a couple of hours completely, lest they fell pray to the poisons that had killed off even the most obscure pokemon, such as Koffing and Magnemite.
Then, the day of salvation came. That was what some people called it. Others called it the day of freedom. Others yet, called it the day the world changed forever. But it would be marked as the day that the toxins were scoured from the planet forever.
The projectiles were not just some random space junk. They were really missiles made to wipe out entire populations. The race of creatures who made them had been at war, and had used the weapons to kill off their enemies, a ruthless army of near mindless killers with psychotic brains. However, not all the missiles had made the destination that had been fired towards, and instead they spiralled across the universe, propelled by the latest of space-warp tech, which allowed it to skip entire galaxies every few days, and hit the Earth. Then, when the war finished when the missiles hit the enemy planets and defeated them, the race that had fired the missiles looked to the Earth. It's leaders felt sorrow for the innocent lives that had been lost over a simple mistake in the missile's programing, and instead sent another set of projectiles, this time to allow the world to live again.
However, while this seemed to be a kind motive, you had to pity the people of Earth. These projectiles would dig into the ground, and release gases that would create lifeform copies of the creatures recorded to live on the Earth, in the seas, and under the surface. However, no or too few humans had been recorded on the surface, and the humans themselves had made special cloaking devices in case any one colony would decide to go after the others. Therefore, no humans would be reborn. To make things even stranger, the humans could be considered unwanted, and even a blight onto the world, according to the projectiles, so they would be desposed of at every turn. However, these projectiles could not kill, so instead they could slightly, mostly, or even completely transform a human into a pokemon.
These new projectiles pierced into the Earth's crust, some making it to random colonies. This is the story of one of the colonies that found a projectile...
------------------------
A small trio of men following a wolfen figure down a series of underground tunnels. To understand the scene, you should look at each person in turn.
The wolfen figure is nothing more than a bipedal Mightyena, with green eyes and a long tail. He doesn't talk much, simply walking along, showing the other three what he has found.
Two of the men are young, and talk about the object the bipedal Mightyena has found. The two of them wear only a loincloth each. They are both rather tall, have brown, tanned skin and brown hair. One of the young men also has brown eyes, while the other has blue eyes instead.
The final figure is an old man, so old he as forgotten his age, although he thinks that is is somewhere between eighty and one hundred and twenty. He doesn't have much strength left, and cannot perform any particulary difficult actions. He has white grey hair, tanned brown skin, and also only wears a loincloth. He has a small beard, and brown eyes.
The two young men talk about what's going on, and about how this could change life forever. The bipedial Mightyena joins the conversation once in a while, informing the two youths of what is going on. But the old man remains quiet. He does not utter a word. His mind is in a frenzy of activity, dispite his silence. What is about to happen could allow him to cheat death.
The group arrive at their destination: A small cavern with a strange, light violet sphere ontop of a gold and blue pedestal. The bipedial Mightyena motions the others to come forward, and, touching the sphere, is engulfed in light. In seconds, the formerly bipedial Mightyena drops to the ground, unable to walk on it's hind legs anymore.
The two youths rush towards the orb in interest, and are covered with a flashing white light. Not able to run away, they are taken by the light, and transform into beasts.
The first youth's loincloth rips, to reveal another, more refined piece of clothing beneath it. He loses his tan, and grows rippling muscles, as well as an extra pair of arms. He has become a Machamp.
The second youth's loincloth also rips, but this time there is no clothing beneath it. Instead, this youth completely loses his human traits for that of a complete animal's. He slightly shortens in size, grows slightly in width, and grows orange fur, with some white fur to cover up his body. He grows a pair of tails, a floatation sac, as well as a pointed snout and whiskers. He has become a Floatzel.
The old man watched the youths explore their new forms. He grins. This has been watch he has been waiting for.
He walks towards the sphere, and puts his hand on it. He starts to change. His body expands, his head changes shape, and he grows a tail that rips through his loincloth, although it has not been ripped like the other two. He also grows wings. Just as he is about to completely transform, he takes his hand off the sphere and moves away in time. A small piece of energy from the sphere remains, allowing him to make the final transformation at a time of his choosing. Unless he decides soon, however, he will slowly make the full transformation into a Charizard.
The two youths mess around with the Mightyena, as though they were children again. The old man watches in the distance, and then calls to the trio. They run towards the old man, who now seems somewhat stronger and younger, and listen to a request that he makes. The Machamp picks up the pedestal and sphere with surprising strength, and together the four leave for their small colony.
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What do you think? Post your notes on the story so far, and tell me how I should continue it.