From: Arcangel (arcangel@theseed.net) Subject: [PW!] I can write clearly now my writer's block has gone.... Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/16 *OOC: Finally decided to start Varait. After all, i did plan him, what, 2 months ago now? Saffron City. Big place, full of buildings, people, and lots of money. Money always attracts people. Where there is people, trouble will eventually show up. Trouble has many forms. Fights, riots, and even gang warfare are summed up in this one word. And where there are people with money, you'll find mercenaries.... Beneath the bars and restaurants, alleys lead here there and everywhere. Cellars full of those who shun the outer world, and darkened streets under streets where muggings and the like occur. In one such area, a group of mercenaries, tired from their marks of the day, sat around a table playing cards. Amongst the rabid group, Varait sat and watched the PC, awaiting a new contract he'd been tipped on. Finally, with a loud beep, the new mail came in. The mercs gathered around the screen, looking for new jobs. Amongst the usual unlabelled messages sat a tagged one: *CONTRACT: URGENT FOR AGENT VARAIT* *A HIGHLY ESTABLISHED FIRM SEEKS ONE VARAIT FOR A CONTRACTED MARK* *PLEASE GO TO CELADON CITY. MEET WITH A ROCKET OUTSIDE GAME CORNER FOR DETAILS* *MUST MEET BEFORE 3 DAYS HAVE PASSED* Before anyone could say a word, Varait was gone. Celadon City. Big, and full of intrigue. Around 3 day's travel by any normal route from Saffron, as route 7 was, well, a trainer road now. However, it's about an hour away when you steal a trainer's flying Fearow... TBC.... Long i know, but every character starts somewhere...