Subject: [PW!] [PKMN-Auction] Alcohol, now! (and Porygon stuff) Date: 8 Apr 1999 16:01:38 GMT From: mtsowbug@aol.com (MTSowbug) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Recently Phoo's Krabby has fallen off a seaside cliff, in the middle of Celadon. Through the night, Phoo has lamented Krabby's passing with Acropomider, Lickitung, and his new Farfetch'd. A crowd of gawking onlookers has stayed with them the entire night, staring at the cockroach pokemon trainer, that also happened to talk. The sun is rising, and Phoo is still in the middle of the circle of gawkers, who are starting to break up. Phoo mumbled to himself, "... ... damn... rockets... rockets... rockets... Krabby... rockets... death..." Phoo had not moved the entire night, and neither had Acropomider. Phoo did remember to return Lickitung to his pokeball during the night, however. But the Farfetch'd was still next to Phoo, slumbering. A flock of seagulls flew in from the ocean cliff, and started to scavenge amoung the auction's food scraps. Acropomider had been trying to give consolence to Phoo throughout the night, but just now, realized that there was a crowd of people staring at them. "Um, Phoo? Don't you realize that we can't have so many people seeing us? Foomyama would not be happy about that... and you, Phoo, I doubt anyone should know about," Acropomider said. Phoo's mind briefly lit up, in recall of this fact. "Hmm... yes. You're right. Hmm... I think I know how to take care of this," Phoo said softly, to Acropomider. The two of them started to communicate with each other, silently, probably through psychic link. *** Moments later... *** After a short period of psychic communication, Phoo spoke up. "All right, we know what to do now. But what about this Farfetch'd? Surely, you wouldn't suggest..." Acropomider interjected, "Yes, I do." Phoo nodded his head, and pulled out a pokeball from his belt. He held it up to the Farfetch'd, who was waking up, and looking at Phoo curiously. The Farfetch'd sniffed the ball, then started rubbing against it with his cheek, like a cat. Suddenly, the sphere opened up, and Farfetch'd was sucked inside, in a burst of energy. Phoo had made Farfetch'd become his pokemon. Acropomider watched, and soon said, "Okay. That's settled. Now, to deal with the gawkers. Remember, around the cliff, and to the mansion. Just run, no teleporting or anything, or we'll stir up more attention than we already have." Phoo acknowledged this message, and then fell still, along with Acropomider. After a brief pause, Acropomider shouted, "Go!" and the two of them dashed off, towards the cliff. One of the gawkers looked at this, and then said, "Look! They're getting away! Come on, we have to stare at them!" Soon the entire crowd of gawkers was chasing Phoo and Acropomider, except for one man. A dark man in a trenchcoat, with newspaper clippings attached to his clothing. He mumbled, "Heh, heh. Story of the century, here comes me. Oh boy, Phoo... GWARBAG!!! SPEW!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW TO follow HIM IN secret??" The shadowy man strided behind the onlookers, taking an unknown, shorter route to where Phoo and Acropomider were going. *** Back to Phoo *** Phoo and Acropomider were running madly, leading the gawkers across the top of the cliff, to the east. Phoo asked, to himself, "When did a seaside cliff, and ocean, for that matter, appear in Celadon? Celadon should be in the center of this land mass, not the edge..." Just then, Phoo saw a sign, that read, "New attraction! Coming to your hometown! Seaside cliffs, only $649,000 apiece! What a great deal! Brought to you by Divinity Real Estate." Phoo comtemplated this sign, and then, with a sigh, mumbled, "Oh..." The two of them had led the crowd about half a mile, but the gawkers were relentlessly chasing. Just as Phoo was about to tire out, Acropomider yelled out, "There it is! Celadon mansion! To the fire escape, hurry!" Phoo and Acropomider rounded a corner, and found themselves at the back of famous Celadon mansion. They started to hurriedly walk up the fire escape. Another one of the gawkers screamed, "THERE THEY ARE!!! Up there, on the stairwell! Who's going first after them?" One man stepped forward towards the chain of stairs, but another man blocked him. "I want to go first!" "No, I wanna go first!" one man cried. "Me, me, me!!!" said another. "No, it's mine for the climbing!" yelled somebody else. "Mommy! SAVE MY SOUL!!!!!!" shrieked one more. Soon a massive quarell had broken out among the gawkers. They were all arguing over who got to ascend the fire escape, first. Soon it turned into a fistfight, and insults could be heard about people's mothers. Phoo and Acropomider continued up the fire escape. *** Another few moments later, about the duration of time it takes to drink a cup of coffee *** Phoo and Acropomider had reached the fourth floor of the Celadon mansion. The crowd below was still fighting, and there was a slightly rusted, locked, metal door in front of Phoo and Acropomider. Acropomider spoke, "Here it is. I'll open this." Acropomider lifted up both his hands, and the lock on the door broke. The hinges on the door creaked, and it opened. Phoo and Acropomider stepped into a large, fairly dark, storage room. The room was full of kegs of beer and spirits. Acropomider said, "This is the primary alcholic storage center for Celadon city. We'll just roll out a keg of the stuff, and the drink inside will spew all over the crowd below. No one will believe the gawkers' stories when they are drunk and covered in beer." Phoo and Acropomider pushed the heavy barrell out of the room, and onto the fire escape, where they let it crash down near the gawkers below. As planned, the beer splattered everywhere, and not a person was spared. A gawker screamed, in a shrill voice, "Ahh! Beer! Ack! We're all gonna die!!!" The fighting escalated, and soon most of the gawkers had fainted, others ran off. Just then, a brief flash of light appeared out of the shadows, and some of the conscious gawkers cringed. After a short time, police sirens could be heard. Some police cars pulled up to the crowd of drunken gawkers, and a swarm of several dozen Officer Jennys popped out. In unison, they all said, "We're Officer Jennys, and you're under arrest for pokemon poaching... no, wait, we meant disturbing the peace! Now come along!" The Officer Jennys dragged the crowd away, leaving only droplets of beer behind. *** Back to the fire escape *** Acropomider turned to Phoo, and spoke, "Well, that is that. No one knows anything, anymore. No one will believe a bunch of drunken lunatics. Now, I must be off. Good luck to you, Phoo! Ta ta!" With that, Acropomider jumped off the fire escape, and strode off towards the forests of Celadon. Phoo was a bit overwhelmed, as a lot had happened in a short time. But due to the excitement of running away from the gawkers, he momentarily forgot about Krabby. "Hmm... now what to do? I could always see the man who knows everything, again. Hmm... no wait, I'd rather not. He's a bit long winded... well, I guess I'll just explore Celadon mansion," Phoo thought to himself. He walked off into the mansion, and closed the door behind him. *** Back on the street, behind a darkened corner *** The strange man was laughing to himself, concealed in the shadows. "Yes... now I have a picture of the cockroach... TEE HEE HEE!!! I LOVE self-developing CAMERAS!!!" he cried out, berserkly. The man was holding a camera, and a photograph was coming out of it. Once the photograph developed, the man grabbed at it and looked. "Now I'll SEE PHOO!!! Wait a second... NO!!! I DIDN'T aim THE CAMERA correctly? ALL THIS picture shows IS A BUNCH OF DRUNKS fighting! No... not again! GWARGH!! LARRY SHALL HAVE HIS REVENGE!!!" he screamed. The man then tore up the picture, and walked back into the shadows, grumbling. Well, now I'm set up for the Porygon show. I'll write another story within a half hour, but I have to eat breakfast, um, err... lunch. Please don't end the Porygon show, yet!!! "They taste salty." - Cassidy Wright No, my name isn't Cassidy. Hey, my character Phoo is the unofficial arch-rival of Random in the PokeWars! (E-mail at mdtfv@aol.com)