Subject: [PW!] A Poké-Debut Date: 5 Apr 1999 05:48:41 GMT From: ig88sw82@aol.com (Ig88sw82) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "Hello there," Professor Oak proclaimed. "Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak. People call me the Pokémon Professor!" Mark felt like he would die of complete boredom. Since his class was within the age group of earning a Pokémon trainer's license, it was part of the school curriculum to show him and his classmates the Wonderful World of Pokémon, via a 5-year old low-quality video tape. Not that he didn't enjoy the little creatures, but how hard can it be to get a few badges? Suddenly a still picture of a Nidorino flashed across the video screen. "This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon!" at which a cheap video game imitation of the Nidorino's cry sounded. Honestly, his Game Boy had higher-quality sound than this! The video continued: "For some people, Pokémon are pets. Others use them for fights. Myself..." and at this Mark thought he could feel an air of vanity, "I study Pokémon as a profession," after which the video stopped, the lights were turned on, and Professor Oak began to speak. "Remember, children, in one week from today, new Pokémon trainers are to come down to my laboratory for their first Pokémon. Originally, only three monsters were available for choice: Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle. Now that my lab has received new funding, a much wider range is available. I would advise that you think deeply about your decisions for the next week." "Mark, are you paying attention?" Mark's teacher, Mr. Satoshi, was staring straight at him through his myopia-reducing eyeware. "We are using a lot of Prof. Oak's valuable time! What are you murmuring about that is so much more important than the day's lesson?" "I was just wondering what was so important about this little presentation. I can be a Pokémon trainer. All I have to do is fly down to Cinnabar Island, surf up and down the coast for awhile, then..." "Please, Mark!" Mr. Satoshi interrupted. " We shall hear no more such nonsense in this classroom. Missingno.s indeed!" He then turned to the Professor. "I deeply apologize for Mark's behavior. Always making up wild stories..." "No need to apologize, sir," Oak kindly stated. "I shall look forward to seeing you next week, Mark. Your vivid imagination would make you an excellent Pokémon trainer. Now, if you'll excuse me," at which point he addressed the entire class, "I have important business to attend to. Good luck on your Pokémon journies! Hope to see you next week!" And he left the room right as the bell rang. A red-faced Mr. Satoshi excused the class. "Well, Mark, your gift of sharp tongue has saved you this time, but be careful out there. It's a dangerous world, and don't expect to hold off an angry Rhyhorn with sarcasm." Mark went home to his warm bed for what would probably be the last time, falling asleep to the cheery thoughts of a bright and wonderful future..." ----- Boy, was that cheesy! Oh, well, I'm new at this!