From: NMVdS <nmvds@aol.computers> Subject: [PW!] The Seafoam Massacre Date: Friday, May 21, 1999 9:57 PM "So what are we looking for, exactly?" asked the henchman. He had come as a lackey for Gil Bates to the Seafoam Islands. "We'll know it when we see it," said Gil. "How will we know?" the man asked. "We'll know," said Gil in a "I-know-what-I'm-talking-about-and-only-an-idiot-would-question-me" tone. "'Seafoam Coast.' What we've deciphered so far is sketchy at best, but we know it has something to do with this place." "Are you sure?" he asked. "Positive," he replied. He looked strait ahead and noticed something funny. It was like a refraction of light. If he were watching a movie, he would've sworn it was the type of artifact you observed when the film was damaged or the equipment was inferior. But here it was in living color, right in front of him. And then the winds started. "What the--" he thought. He threw a Pokeball at it. The Pokeball short-circuited. He threw a few more, and they all died out. "What's going on?!?" shouted the henchman. He was then sucked into the anomaly. His screams of agony were almost as intense as that winds. Gil had to act quick. And he did. He ran as far as possible. ************ "You claim you saw a worm hole?" asked Giovanni. "I think it was, at least," said Gil. "A glitch--a hole rather, in the fabric of space and time itself. It's results are unpredictable. Heck, Einstein only begin to approach full comprehension of these things. And that was only in the theoretical state." "We must find out why Steve Fugues has put so much interest in such things," said Giovanni. "Sure, I plan to," Gil said, "but no more tests until I figure out exactly what Steve has stumbled on. This is risky business to tamper around with the space time continuum like this. You could poke your at out that way. This guy had to die on me and some of my Pokeballs corrupted on me. I lost them all except for Alakazam and Marowak." "A pity," said Giovanni, "it is always a tragedy to lose Pokemon one works so hard to train. And a fellow Rocket? Why, that i--" "Yada, yada, yada, I don't care," said Gil. "Of course, that means I'm going to need a replacement team." "Of course," Giovanni told him. "I know of one place which should add nicely to your team." ************ "Hello, welcome to the Celadon City Prize Center!" greeted the man behind the counter. "Hello, I'd like a Sycther, a Pinsir, and a Porygon," Gil said. "Wow, that's a hefty purchase," said the man. "I didn't even know our coin cases would hold that many. You must be either great with the slots or rich." "That's what you think," Gil grinned. "I don't follow," said the man. "You will," Gil said as he pulled a gun from his pocket. "Now, looky here. I'm a member of team Rocket. A prominent member. One of these days, I'm gonna own this joint. So why don't you be a nice guy and hand those nice Pokemon over?" "Yeah, yeah, sure!" the man said, panicking. "And get me a bag of rare candies with that," said Gil. "Those steroid based sweets may not be as effective as hand training these Pokemon, but they do pack one heck of a punch in a short time." The man hand Gil a bag of candy along with four Pokeballs. "Thanks, pal!" Gil smiled. "I'll see to it that you keep your job when I'm in charge." He walked off laughing.