From: Jose L. Solano <jsolano199@aol.comlink> Subject: [PW!] Ok... Date: Sunday, August 29, 1999 1:14 AM Trent was once again training his Pokemon in the forest. As a warm-up excercise, he instructed his Pokemon to chase as many Pikachu as possible into a pen made of rocks (although the pen is weak, Pikachu usually use electricity to escape any situation. If it doesn't work, some will try other methods. Trent doubts they'll stay alive that long). Using a rubber glove, Trent grabbed one by the tail. "Beedrill, this is a new move I'd like to teach you. I call it 'drill needle'." "Slash..." "I don't care! Just go with the rest and do something else, I'm training Beedrill right now." "Sand..." "...Anyway, here's the plan: When I let this Pikachu go, you fly at it, with your spiked hands, or whatever the hell they are outstretched, spiraling at top speed. First, practive on a tree." "Bzzzzzz?" "Well, Pikachu aren't that common." Beedrill did as instructed but missed the tree he was aiming for. He headed straight for Trent, who was busy pissing the Pikachu off. By the time he noticed it was too late- His right arm had been lopped off-Again. Trent looked around to find his arm- Punching a Pikachu? He didn't understand what was going on, but the dismembered arm was floating low to the ground, punching a Pikachu. "armtwo armtwo armtwo" it said, making a mouth out of its thumb and index finger. "Armtwo?" "armtwo armtwo armtwo" "Uh...I'm Trent..." "Armtwo know. Armtwo don't care." "What's going on?" "Armtwo get cut off. Armtwo die soon. New Armtwo grow in place." "Huh?" "Armtwo once on Trent. New Armtwo grow on Trent. Armtwo die soon." "So...a new arm will grow, and you'll die?" "Trent, very stupid." Trent immediately stomped on Armtwo. As soon as he did that, another arm began to grow. "Ok, what the fuck is this?!" "Armtwo...die now...new Armtwo....grow...in....place...." Armtwo then disappeared. "Sandslash?" "I have no idea. Some shit about Armtwo. This is the most fucked up thing that's happened to me yet." "Sand slashsand Sandslashsand?" "Well, besides that. What do you think it means?" "Sandslash." "Hey, you're the crackhead, not me. Beedrill, c'mere." Beedrill reluctantly hovered towards his master. The rest just looked away. All they heard was a loud snap, and a wild buzzing noise. As soon as the buzzing stopped, everyone turned around to see Trent holding Beedrill in one hand- And Beedrill's head in the other. "Gol bat gol?!" "Because he deserved it. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you." He tossed Beedrill's parts aside and continued training as if nothing. His Pokemon, however, were just a little more than disturbed. Jose Luis Solano --------------------------------------- -The Unknown Regular- --------------------------------------- Official Member of the AFSH Stupid Brigade ---------------------------------------