Post by myballsareadesert on Nov 29, 2012 4:30:28 GMT
Haha. How did you even end up here and with one pokemon? Seriously what was suppose to be an enjoyable trek through the Diglett cave and a visit back home before he set out on his own as an underaged youth with only a volatile monster to protect him from other more volatile monsters. Had oddly enough met a few hazards along the way in the form of miners who thought his music was disturbing the pokemon who naturally lined the caverns of Diglett Cave. "Little cretins were the ones who were messing up my jam." Digett's palms weren't heavy. The little mounds didn't even have hands. And yet they still saw fit to interrupt the workings of an Eminem---dubstep remix.
"Own brother ain't even here to tell me goodbye." I mean he got that the guy was busy and that he had dropped by on short notice. But that still doesn't justify the fact he didn't even leave a key beneath the mat or something. Strider forced to retreat to the Pokecenter like he was some kind of shoobie. This was his beach and yet here he was walking around in sneakers and asking where's a good place to park his hybrid. Deft trainer playing....BOOMING his lame choice in music through the resting lounges of the pokecenter. Numerous complaints. Nasty sneers. Dirty looks. The works. It felt good being king. It felt good.
Legs spread as Dave bounced his head to the sound of whatever pop song was playing across his ipod. He was attempting to keep a pokeball balanced on one finger all the while trying to stack on top of it. Not minding if he was disturbing the other patrons. "Untz untz untz."
"Own brother ain't even here to tell me goodbye." I mean he got that the guy was busy and that he had dropped by on short notice. But that still doesn't justify the fact he didn't even leave a key beneath the mat or something. Strider forced to retreat to the Pokecenter like he was some kind of shoobie. This was his beach and yet here he was walking around in sneakers and asking where's a good place to park his hybrid. Deft trainer playing....BOOMING his lame choice in music through the resting lounges of the pokecenter. Numerous complaints. Nasty sneers. Dirty looks. The works. It felt good being king. It felt good.
Legs spread as Dave bounced his head to the sound of whatever pop song was playing across his ipod. He was attempting to keep a pokeball balanced on one finger all the while trying to stack on top of it. Not minding if he was disturbing the other patrons. "Untz untz untz."