Subject: [PW!] The revival of Erich.
Date: Tuesday, June 22, 1999 7:05 PM
P;OTP: Erich was stuck on the island.. for at least two months.
*And now, on with the show... right.*
Erich threw an apple core at the ground, and looked at the water. "Why
did everyone have to leave and strand me here? I never want to leave
His Pokémon looked at the water. They looked much stronger than before,
at least to Erich. At least all this time was good for the training, he
thought. He recalled his Pokémon, and walked towards the abandoned
Rocket base. The raft was almost done, he noted. Soon, he could get out
of this hell. Soon, he would be free.
He picked up a box of supplies from the base fridge, and tied it to the
raft. He stepped on top of it, and called out his Machamp. "All right..
The Machamp pushed the raft into the water, and was called back. As the
raft floated away with the tides, Erich stood up. "I'm king of the..
He gripped the raft as the water shook it around. "Okay, so no
"Water... water.." Erich gasped, looking at the sea. "How long has it
"Really? It feels like years..." Erich crawled over to the edge, and
looked down into the salty water. "Uh, did you just see.. that,
Erich gestured towards the obscured shape in the water. A huge shape.
The Machamp cowered. "Champ..."
"A gyrados? Oh, shit!" Erich exclaimed, as reached into his pocket.
"Let's see, water/flying.. what do I have for that? Oh, right.. Raichu!"
The Raichu popped out of it's Pokéball with a huff. Erich pointed at the
shape, which was rapidly closing in. "Raichu, thunderbolt that thing
when it gets closer!"
The shape suddenly dove deep under the water. Erich looked down, and
blinked. Weird, he thought. He'd never seen a gyrados do that.
The shape busrt out of the water in front of him, causing Erich to grab
onto the side of the raft in order to stay afloat. "Holy, what is that?"
"Gyrados, a water and flying type. It's furious temper," chimed Erich's
Pokédex, before Erich shut it up. "I know that, you mechanical
blabbermouth! Raichu, zap it!"
The Raichu dashed to the front of the raft, and clenched it's paws.
The resulting explosion sent the raft far into the air. Erich swore as
they smashed down into dry land. then he blinked. "Land?"
TBC? (Sure, maybe...)
"And here comes the question whether it is better
to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather
than loved. It might perhaps be answered that we
should wish both; but since love and fear can
hardly exist together, if we must choose between
them, it is far safer to be feared than loved."
--Machiavelli's 'The Prince'