From: Anonymous <wwwdotmar@aol.com> Subject: [PW!] New Year's Resolutions Date: Saturday, January 01, 2000 11:25 PM > He went down the stairs and left the hotel. It was still pretty early, >and >most places and people were closed or still sleeping. Forest walked down the >empty street, and came to the Viridian Gym. He planned to get all the badges, >and join Pokemon League. He would have to come back to this gym, since it was >the last gym, and had the strongest Pokemon out of all the other gyms. > > When he had the other badges, he would come back to this gym and win. > > Forest took one look at the gym, and turned around and went back to the >hotel. Mac, Diglett, Porygon, and Space were still asleep, so Forest went >into >the bathroom, and got a drink of water from the sink. After Forest fell asleep, Mac awoke suddenly. He'd had another nightmare. "That makes three this week," he whispered, so as to not wake the others. Mac took a moment to try to remember the details of his dream, but it was already fading from his mind. The only remaining tangible factor was his best friend Jake dying, killed by the coldblooded hand of Team Rocket, and himself, sitting at a terminal, powerless to assist the person who had done so much for him in life. In many ways he still felt guilty for the death of Jake, and would probably never forgive himself. As Mac pondered all of this, he remembered the promise he had made, to strike back at Team Rocket for the evils they had done. However, since then, he hadn't even attempted any sort of avenging, which he mostly attributed to his cowardice and his inability to finish a task. Though he hated Team Rocket with a passion, he didn't know what to do about it. A sudden flash of light outside the window made him jump. The light was accompanied by a loud boom. Had the lights not been of varying colors, Mac would have attributed it to thunder and lightning. "I haven't heard this much of a racket since the 4th of July... wait a minute, what day is it?" Glancing at his digital watch, Mac saw: 12:00 AM, 01-01-00 "How could I have forgotten? It's New Year's!" Laughing at himself for his folly, Mac stepped up to the window and admired the fireworks display. A new millenium had begun. A chance to start anew, and make up for mistakes made the previous year. Mac thought about his promise, and knew what his resolution was going to be... ------------ TBC -Anonymous (you know, the guy who wrote all the poems) --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--