From: Mushboom <garrett.green@home.com> Subject: [PW!] Omni-Cinder's death Date: Sunday, January 09, 2000 7:07 PM Cinder finally landed in Cerulean with Herc his Geodude. "Wow, that was a long fly..." Cinder paused for split second to ponder the meaning of life. In that split second, Herc had been stolen. "Oh no! Now I'm down to 5 Pokemon, 4 of which I got in my first three posts. Boy I'm lucky!" He shrugged it off and wandered through the streets of Cerulean, "I wonder what's in here," Cinder opened the door of a big, abandoned warehouse. The young teen moved through a bunch of boxes, he heard talking in the distance. "There's people here! I'll investigate!" Cinder, always the curious one, hurried towards the noise. He came upon a Rocket beating up an old man, "I can show you how to catch a Pokemon," pleaded the battered fogey. "I don't care, you old coot! I want the Pokemon you've all ready caught!" "I have over a billion Weedles," the old man offered a sack of Pokeballs. "No good!" the Rocket tossed the bag aside and punched the old man in the gut, sending him to the floor. He then proceeded to beat him dead with a fold-up steel chair. "Hey, you're a meany!" shouted the stupid Cinder. "How much did you see?" the Rocket inquired. Cinder paused for a moment, "Um...all of it!" He charged the evil-doer who responded by knocking the teen on his ass. "Gimme your Pokemon, kid," he held the chair high. "Never!" Cinder shouted. The chair caught him in the side of the head and he fell unconcious. The Rocket snickered and swiped Cinder's Pokemon. He glanced at the felled punk and contemplated his options. He shrugged and pulled out a grenade, he shoved it in Cinder's mouth and pulled the pin. The Rocket sprinted from the building as the explosion rocked it to its very foundation. A chunk of Cinder's flesh smashed through a window and nailed the Rocket in the head, killing him on impact. The entire grisly event was witnessed by a balding, obese man. The man simply said, "Ew," and moved on, forgetting the whole thing ever happened. Back in the real world the author was laughing maniacally and drinking a no-name brand diet cola. TBC.....? Um.....No. -Mushboom