Subject: Re: [PW!] Now What? (Was Re: [PW] IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS)
Date: Thursday, September 16, 1999 6:16 PM
In article <firstname.lastname@example.org>,
Score's eyes cracked open to a bright ray of sunlight burning
his retina. He had a horrible taste in his mouth and he had a terrible
headache. He tilted his head and noticed his back pack. He sat up and
stared at his clothes. His favorite "Orgy" t-shirt was ripped and
stained. His white cargo shorts were now a dark brown. Stumbling to his
feet, he took a quick look at his surroundings. Tall trees, rolling
hills, and a rolling river.
"What in the name of Goddish all mighty is going on here!?"
yelled Score. He lifted a dirty hand and reached deep into his pocket.
All four of his pokeballs were just where he had left em. He ran his
free hands threw his hair and cursed under his breath.
"Spanky!" said Score, releasing the Pidgeotto from his ball,
"Can you see anything?" Spanky squaked flew high in the air. He flapped
down to a low tree branch and pointed his wing toward the north.
After a few minutes of stumbling blindly and hitting his head
on four seperate occasions, he tripped over a rock and fell face first
onto a hard path. He saw a sign that read, "Misty's Gym, this a way".
Score realized he was probably outside of Cerulean.
20 minutes later, and $74 cents from pedestrians thinking he
was a bum, Score arrived outside a hospital, and noticed the slash on
his leg. It looked pretty infected. "May as well stop," he said. Upon
entry, he noticed a guy and a girl he recognized from a long time ago.
"Hooooly crap..." he whispered under his breath. He walked up to greet
TBC! I'm BACK! Booyah!
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