From: MTSowbug <mtsowbug@aohell.com> Subject: [PW!] Prelude to The Grimore of the World Date: Tuesday, June 01, 1999 4:07 PM OOC: This is a prelude to what I am hoping will be one of the longest PokeWars! stories ever. I haven't posted for a while, schoolwork finals, you know... Previously, many things happened to Clan Caterpie, Icy, and Phoo, which eventually ended them up at Grandpa Canyon, and split up again. Phoo looked about him as the group split up, once again. "Hmm... the stability of us... is not of a definitive... quality. Icy... is probably in good hands, as fate shall deem it." Phoo looked behind the path he had trodden, and continued thinking. "Some way... I feel it... the balance in the world is changing... I don't feel how, though. Something with rockets... oh, I do not know. It drives my mind in circles..." Phoo stopped, and looked towards his pokeballs. "It is time for me to investigate this matter. What is behind me... what is before me... major ramifications could exist is I do not discover this misbalance. I wonder... what ever happened to Doppler these days? The mental trap I locked him in... broken... I assume it is due to the mindshifting nature of a Ditto. Hmm... all in due time... as it is said. I wonder where the nearest location of energy is from here..." Phoo thought, as he started to dust himself off, and look for a suitable direction to venture in. Sparse trainers meandered about, and Phoo moved swiftly to evade their seeing him. He lifted his antennae into the air, and held them steadily to the wind. After lingering for a few minutes, Phoo started off to the southwest. *** A mile away, in a land of scrub that surrounds Grandpa Canyon *** Larry first sprinted, then fell to his belly and rolled. He sniffed the ground, and stared at it. Larry noticed something special that he had observed for miles of trekking. "TINY COCKroach TRACKS... YES INDEEDY?!?!?!?! SPEWWWW!!! WE SHALLST meet again, Mr. Phoo!!! HEY, DOWN THERE!!!! Yes, I am talking to you, MR. MIMES. GET OUT?" With that blabbering of jabber, a pokeball fell out of Larry's shirt, and two Mr. Mimes emerged in a flash of light. Larry screeched to to one of the Mr. Mimes, "RICHARD SIMMONS MODE, NOW!!!!!!!" And with that, Larry scurried off, with a Richard Simmons impersonating Mr. Mime running right behind him. The other Mr. Mime started to complain, "Hey, Larry! It's salary time! Ka-ching! And I need a shave! And my legs also need to be shaved! I'm hungry, and are we there yet?" After the Mr. Mime noticed Larry was already far off, he started running after him, cursing and yelling for Larry's head. To be continued... "They taste salty" - Cassidy Wright No, my name isn't Cassidy! A wok is a Chinese cooking device oftentimes used to make stirfries. In a melodious voice, she cried out, "Chan-siiiiiii!!!" I am the holder of Goddish's Grimore of Lore! And Goddish's Neat Book of Stuff! (praise Goddish) Clefairy, Clefairy, Clefairy jump over the moon, Clefairy, Clefairy, Clefairy jump over the moon! The moon! The moon! The moon, the moon, the moon! KABOOM!!! (Clefairy used Metronome, and got Explosion) If you spontaneously combust, all is left is a rocking chair and your teeth. Secretly, in the depths of night, rocking chairs roam the earth, searching for YOU!!!! When a rocking chair finds you (and it will), BEWARE!!!! For if you accidentally sit in it, your doom shall fall. Hiding by day, Lurking by night, Beware the rocking chair! I *think* my e-mail address is mtsowbug@hotbot.com But why would you E-mail me? What is your secret motive? WHAT KIND OF CONSPIRACY ARE YOU HIDING?!?!?!?!