From: Newton P. Haights (newhaights@aol.comanyte) Subject: [PW!] [LEAGUE] [ATTN: Catgonk, LordLocke, Dernam's Author] I'm Leaving... Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/02/29 ...the Games. (Gotcha...) Seriously, I'm burnt out. I had no idea how hard it would be for (poor ol' procrastinator) me to write battles back-to-back like this. I'm, what, end-of-R4 and there are already R7 matches going on? Uh-uh. No more. Anyway, Lordlocke and I have other PW! stuff to do. If I don't bail out now, I probably never will. CG, I'm still taking the win, it's already been decided and it'd be too confusing to switch that. If you want to write R5 where I never did, go ahead. Dernam's author, you get the win by forefeit. Lordlocke, feel free to continue this if you wanna. ************************** Andrew sat in his chair, in a deep funk. He was weeks behind in the Pokemon League Games; he didn't know where the time ever went, but he hadn't done a single battle in almost two weeks, last time he checked. The battle with Kirsty had to be postponed, and postponed, and even when it finally happened, the two were both in a rush... The way things were going, he was lucky to have battled this much. Being out of practice, plus the shame he was feeling, still just out of Round 5 when everyone was at LEAST Round 6, put him in no mood to continue. He called the Central Office. "You have reached Indigo Plateau Central Office. If you would like to speak with a League Representative, press 1..." '...Mom and Dad were so proud of me...' "...to dial an outside line, press 2..." '...what'll they think when I tell them the news?...' "...to announce a resignation, press 3..." *beep* '...and what'll Gads and Mara think?...' "Before you decide to resign from the League Competition, remember that this decision is final, and will give the win to whoever is your current opponent. You are still allowed to use the facilities, but have been downgraded from 'trainer' to 'spectator.'" '...what'll my Pokemon think...' "Please enter your initials, followed by the pound key..." '...most of all...' "...followed by your ID number." '...how will I handle it?' Andrew dialed his resignation in, and sighed. Then he went to his backpack and pulled out the locket his mom had given him for his 10th birthday. "Numquam depono - Nullus refert pretium," it said. "Never give up, no matter what the cost," written in the best Latin she could muster. 'Heh..."Numquam depono," indeed.' Andrew stood for a minute, then threw the locket out... TBC? -- NewHaights: Pokemaniac for hire | AGNP Semi Regular DORK #19, DORK-lite, Score: 11 | AMWA Newbie, Al-Team # log_10 27 The Super Poke-Mart: http://members.aol.com/newhaights/index.htm Pokemania...DORKism...not just a job, they're an adventure!