From: Thatguyty <thatguyty@hotmail.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] Now What? (Was Re: [PW] IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS) Date: Thursday, September 16, 1999 6:16 PM In article <7rpjh5$em5$1@nnrp1.deja.com>, Thatguyty <thatguyty@hotmail.com> wrote: 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 the pair. TBC! I'm BACK! Booyah! -- ~Thatguyty Webmaster of "Tracking Mew" http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Arcade/4011 If ya smeellllll-lelelelellLA.... who the Duck...... is fucking. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.