Subject: [PW!] Oh No! Pokémon Paralyze Panic! Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2003 23:01:38 +0100 From: "Steffan Alun" <steffan.alun@virgin.net> Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "Whis? Whis?" Whismur had been chasing a Rattata and had now lost track of Mike. Not that Mike mattered to Whismur, of course, but he still had Whismur's ribbon. Whismur ran towards a nearby beach. He saw that something was already there. "Mur?" It was a Slugma. Blessed by a similar language, the Pokémon could understand one another. "<I'm rather embarassed to say that I'm lost, in a manner of speaking,>" said Whismur. "<I've had the gravest misfortune of losing my human associate.>" "<You wha?>" asked Sugma. "<Yer trainer you mean?>" "<No, no, no. He's not my TRAINER. Heaven forbid I should be OWNED by someone of his class and upbringing, let alone TRAINED. No, he's taking care of me while my rich mistress is on holiday.>" "<Yeah, right, son,>" replied Slugma. "<And my trainer's Rumplestiltskin.>" "<No, I'm telling the tru...>" Whismur was cut off by the sound of a motorbike. "Look, everyone!" shouted its rider. "Two Pokémon! Let's mob them!" The rider released an Electrode. "Electrode, Thnder-Wave!" "<Hahahaha! I will do da T-Wave on you and you will die a second death!>" claimed Electrode. "<Pardon?>" "<You what?>" "<You stupid. Too stupid for oobar-leet Electrode!>" "<Leet?>" "<Oobar?>" Electrode, tired of stretching its mental capabilities to threatening Slugma and Whismur, unleashed its Thunder-Wave attack. PokéWars!: Mike Smith "Oh No! Pokémon Paralyze Panic!" Steffan Alun "<How rude,>" complained Whismur, barely able to move. "<That was bloody annoying,>" confirmed Slugma. "<Serial paralyzers. I didn't realise they ventured so close to cities.>" "<So wha'do we do?>" "<Wait, probably. I'll get someone's attention now.> WHAAAAAAAARGHAAAAAHA!" Whismur kept crying until a man with an annoyingly loud voice turned up on the scene. "OH NO POOR POKÉMON! YOU HAVE BEEN PARALYZED BY SOMEONE VERY VERY NAUGHTY!" "<Shut up, you,>" said Whismur, but the man assumed that Whismur's babblings were words of thanks. "I WILL TAKE YOU TO THE POKÉMON CENTER AND THEN MAYBE THE POLICE! OH DEAR WHO COULD HAVE DONE SUCH A THING!!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the Pokémon Center, Chansey took a look at the Pokémon. "I HOPE THEY'LL BE OKAY!" "Chan." "RIGHT!" Chansey was clearly new to the job, and paralysis was causing her to become flustered. She needed to get Nurse Joy. Nurse Joy was in the process of speaking to Trousle Undrhil. > Nurse Joy smiled > sweetly at him as her Chansey came running in yelling, "Chansey! Chan > Chansey Chan!" Nurse Joy turned to the Chansey with a look of dismay, "Oh > no ... not the Slugma too." She turned back to Trousle. "I'm sorry, > Trousle, but I have to get to the back. There's a Slugma and a Whismur > back there who we just cannot cure of Paralysis. We can talk more tomorrow. > Go get some sleep now, ok?" > > Nurse Joy took one last moment to smile sweetly at Trousle and then dashed > quickly through the door leading into the back area of the Pokemon Center. > Trousle smiled to himself, quickly becoming infatuated with the cute > Nurse. Nurse Joy, with her extensive experience of healing Pokémon, cured Slugma and Whismur fairly quickly. "THANKYOU NURSE JOY YOU ARE SO..." "Hey, sir! Please be quieter. You're in a Pokémon Center." "OKAY I'M SORRY I'LL BE..." "PLEASE, sir. Don't be quite so loud." "I'M NOT LOUD I HAVE A CONDITION!" "..." "SORRY." "Anyway, you can take your Pokémon now." "THEY'RE NOT MINE I FOUND THEM! YOU LOOK AFTER THEM PLEASE!" "ALRIGHT," said Nurse Joy, picking up the habit of shouting. "I mean...ok, I'll make sure they're fine for now." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mike walked into the Pokémon Center. A lot of money was riding on Whismur, and he didn't really know where else to search. "Excuse me, Nurse," he said. "I don't suppose a Whismur's turned up here?" "By some extraordinary coincidence, there has," replied Nurse Joy. "It's yours, is it?" "I'm taking care of it for a friend. Its PokéBall here should serve as proof of ownership." Nurse Joy checked the ball and took Mike through to the back. Trousle was taking care of Whismur. "This is Trousle," said Nurse Joy. "He's helping out here because he needs money." "Don't we all?" muttered Mike. "Hi, Tousle. My name's Mike." TBC? -- Steffan http://iceduck.pkmn.co.uk Go there now. No, NOW.