From: SleepyAlakazam (chadderh@aol.comhggfass) Subject: [PW!] Oolanko's Decision Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/15 Warning: This PokeWars! fanfic may contain graphic depictions of nudity/gore/human and pokemon misery. Reader discretion is advised. "Mmm...What a wonderful rest. Now for my clothing." Oolanko said, rising from his resting place at the back of the clothing store. Now nighttime, stealth came in use for him. Placing his left hand on the knob, he turned slowly. Open? How convenient. He opened the door, cringing at every creak. Hopefully noone was here. "I need a cloak and gloves. Where am I now?" Oolanko thought to himself. Eyeing his surroundings, he caught a glimpse of a human hand. Not good. "Ladee da...being a guard sure is boring." said an old-sounding voice. Two feet, one by one, walked through where the hand was. Oolanko didn't want to do this, but stealth was his only option. As the torso of the guard came through the hallway, Oolanko raised his right hand to cover the person's mouth. With his left hand, he squeezed the neck of the guard, waiting for him to go unconscious. "At least I didn't have to kill him." Oolanko said, easing the unconscious body to the floor, and covering it with a nearby cloth. Slowly creeping down the hallway, he peered to his sides. Ah, the bounty! Cloaks, hoods, shoes...all a person would need. He peered to each side once again, and raced to the various racks of cloths. "Just like...shopping with my mother..." Oolanko remembered. His mother. He hadn't seen her for years, being dead and all. Surely she knew of his death. Oh, how he longed to see her. A tear managed to creep from his right eye. "These emotions cannot interfere with my operation. This will be dealt with later." he said, quickly grabbing a long, flowing, black cloak and a pair of black leather gloves. He also took a thin, full body undergarment. "This should be fairly suitable. Now to get out." - Oolanko walked down Pewter City's main street, clothed in his new-found clothes. Daytime annoyed him, but he had to get around. Pedestrians seemed to be afraid of him; Oolanko simply looked at the various structures, ignoring their foolishness. He stopped. "Ha...ha...ha. That operation last night...fun, really. So thrilling, so enthralling. So...wonderful." he cocked his head up, smiled, and laughed his loudest. Birds flew off, and people stared, seeming to pick up a faster pace. "Crime...a good lifestyle. I could have anything I wanted, anytime...Hahaha. Maybe I will do this. It would be a fun experience." he walked on, down the street he would soon control with fear. Will Oolanko become a..criminal? Does Oolanko have good fashion sense? Will he see his mother again? Find out, in the next exciting installment! ------------------------------------------------------------- (_(_) Butt. (_(_) Did you know that the Bible has been translated into Klingon? Heh fools stop reading.