Subject: Re: [PW!] To Send Or Not To Send (Attn: Karnivax) Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 00:34:03 GMT From: Karnivax <karnivax@my-deja.com> Organization: Deja.com - Share what you know. Learn what you don't. Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon > The Poliwhirl's usually wide open eyes close under Rampage's constant > attack. Using his final breath, he cries out, "Whirl..." Even after the > enemy Pokemon dies, Rampage continues to tear his limbs apart. > > "Aww, cripes!" David Bradley swears, wincing at the carnage, "I didn't want > ya ta kill it, ya oaf! Look, Minax, I'm sorry about..." He looks up and > notices that Minax has already disappeared into the darkness. > "Pitiful. Truly pitiful," remarked Proteus, trundling over to David. "You couldn't even deal with a two-bit femme fatale." "Shut your ugly face, Proteus," snarled David. "We've 'eard enough out o' you. You can go tell your great and powerful master that 'e can find 'imself a new pair o' minions. Goliath and I 're outta this crappy outfit." Proteus scowled. He quickly took on Rampage's gargantuan form and grabbed David by the scruff of the neck, lifting him off the ground. "No one deserts the master...not even obstinate human trash such as you!" Proteus snarled. The pseudo-Rhydon gave David a powerful right backhand to the face, and blood dribbled from the Australian man's mouth. Goliath backed off, knowing he stood no chance against Proteus. "I beseech you," Goliath monotonously begged, "Spare the man. He intended no disrespect to your master." "Insubordination is inherently disrespectful," Proteus shot back. "And I am merely dispensing standard repercussions." "I believe backhanding him will be sufficient," Goliath noted. "Lay the least bit of physical punishment upon David, and he will...how do sapients say it...'fold like a card table.' I am sure he will be more than happy to serve you now." "That isn't good enough!" Proteus boomed. "He will be taken back to headquarters for reconditioning. This time we will bereave him of all independent thought." Proteus then reached over with his empty hand and grabbed Goliath by one arm. "And then we will do the same to you." While all this was happening, David grunted, "Rampage...Dig." Rampage, finished eviscerating the Poliwhirl, looked up from the horribly mangled and dismembered Pokémon corpse and turned around, observing his master within the clutches of an unfamiliar rust-colored Rhydon. "Rhyyyyy!!!" he roared. He leaped several feet into the air, and came down with enough force that he drove himself right into the ground. Proteus felt a distinct rumble beneath his feet as the subterranean Rampage dug its way toward the Ditto. Then the ground shifted and broke wide open, and Rampage erupted from the break, hammering Proteus in the left side of the head with a giant uppercut. Proteus dropped David and Goliath and keeled over sideways. David quickly recalled Rampage, amazed that the behemoth had obeyed an order. Then he and Goliath made a run for it. They did not make it far, however. They had barely gotten out of the alleyway when suddenly they were engulfed by a bright purple light and were teleported away. _I appreciate your timely assistance as ever, master,_ Proteus said telepathically, _but the situation was under control._ _You are beginning to sound like Panopticon,_ Proteus's commander telepathically replied. _It seemed to me that young Bradley and his Golem companion had escaped you. So I recalled them. And I will recondition them personally._ There was a brief pause. _Now, if I am not mistaken, you have an assignment to complete, Proteus. You still have yet to bring me Mewtwo or Doppler._ _I understand perfectly,_ Proteus grudgingly responded, in a bit of a mental sigh. _I shall not fail you._ _We shall see, Proteus. We shall see._ With that, Proteus returned to his innocuous black Ditto form and slithered out of the alleyway. That was fun! --K * A * R * N * I * V * A * X-- "Awesome! I'm poisonous! Those idiots who work at McDonald's won't forget to give me napkins and fancy ketchup ever again..." --Torrasque Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.