Subject: [PW!] Insanellama trudges on to Viridian Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 07:42:52 -0500 From: "Insanellama" <insanellama316@yahoo.com> Insanellama walked out of the cafe in Pallet Town, just as a very hard rain began. He brought out Darkhorse, and mounted up. Something just plain didn't feel right in his bones. He started at a slow trot north toward Viridian. 3 men in black trenchcoats stepped out of the trees and into the path. Insanellama made darkhorse stop. Then he dismounted, and walked over to one of them. He put the end of the assault rifle right over his heart. "TAKE ME, TAKE ME YOU SORRY SON OF A GUN! GET IT OVER WITH! YOU LOWSY PIECE OF TRASH, PULL THE TRIGGER!" The Man was rather suprised at the raving lunatic before him. "DAMN YOU, PULL THE TRIGGER!!" Insanellama was yelling at the top of his lungs, and almost leaving the ground on every word. Finally fed up with the man, Insanellama knocked the gun aside, spat in disgust, and began runing around like a raving lunatic. The lead man said, "Why would we do that, when we're your brother's old special forces buddies?" Insanellama stopped in mid yell, jerked his head around, "YOU WHAT?!?!" The man repeated, "We're his old special forces buddies." Insanellama calmed down visibly, slowly coming off the adrenaline rush. His shoulders were heaving, when he said, "My brother is dead, he died some time yesterday. Killed by Team Rocket." The man replied, "We heard, that's why we're out here looking for a bodies." Insanellama had a little confused look on his face, "Bodies as in plural?" The man smiled a bit, "Yeah, we figured if he went down, he probably took someone with him." Insanellama seemed to realise the logic in that, "Well, you guys better get back to work, I need to get to viridian and think for a while." Insanellama trudged back over to darkhorse, and mounted up. He charged through the night in a firey rage that would not be extenguished. He would, even if it took him the rest of his life, avenge his brother's death. He arrived in viridian at around midnight. The door on the pokecenter was locked. When he knocked, no one answered. He began slamming his fists into the steele outer door. One after another, in a bone crushing series. By the time a sleepy looking Nurse Joy answered the door, his knuckles were bleeding profusely. "Okay, okay, I'm up, come in." she said wearily. Insanellama stepped in, and threw his soaking wet body onto the couch in the lobby. He immediately fell asleep. TBC