From: Cat-Gonk <gjani@iinet.net.au> Subject: Re: [PW!] The Big P Pokemon Race! Date: Friday, September 03, 1999 5:00 PM (To the Mt Moon Crew: I lost most of the e-mail addies and haven't been able to check Hotmail for a while for the new ones, this is all I have.) Meeh! Meeh meeh Wed, 01 Sep 1999 01:35:39 -0400, caheeh meeh meeh Roberto Perez-Vila <RobfromVoid@prodigy.net> meeh caheeh! >Fireworks burst in the bright blue sky, not a single cloud visible. A >voice on a loudspeaker announces: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to this >year's Pokemon challenge, sponsored by the Laramie Clan! Our course >takes our challengers over rugged terrain, to test their speed and >ability. Whoever clears all the obstacles and crosses the finish line >first is our winner. All Pokemon trainers who wish to compete must apply >at the Information Center." Felix finished the registration form with a flick of the pen, and handed it to the receptionist. A heap of people were showing up from out of the blue. "Done yet?" Kirsty waited from the doors. Her Dragonite sat patiently outside, sizing up the competition. Flying Pokemon had to stick to a very narrow path to make up for their wings, but someone would be sure to take an Electrode. "All done." He placed his foot in the bridle. Galahad had been fitted with a saddle to protect Felix from its poisonous barbs. Jon was having difficultly mounting his Jolteon, as one would have when trying to ride a Pokemon that had spines that could fire bolts of lightning. > Damian Fox and Drake, the Dragonite, walk up to the group. Damian lets the >group know, "Hey guys, go over to the Information Booth and fill in your >applications. Basically, they want to know your name, age, Pokémon used for >racing, and if it applies, Pokémon jockey. I've already filled mine out. I just >hope Drake doesn't change his mind." Drake crosses his arms, insulted that his >trainer would even consider him to break his unspoken promise. Kirsty's Dragonite glowered at Drake. Galahad lifted off into the air, hovering at a steady metre above the ground. He wouldn't be as fast as Jon's Jolteon, but he had one important advantage, flight. As long as no-one was riding an Aerodactyl, Galahad was sure that he'd come a position. "What are we racing for anyway?" asked Kirsty. "Fame! Honour! Love!" Rob struck a melodramatic pose, causing the group to sweatdrop in exeggurated SD style. TBC.... -- Cat-Gonk. ---------------------------- Do you believe in Goddish? The Kitty Litter Box. http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Jardin/1571/ - Real Server coming soon! Azure Heights Theorist Prime. http://www.geocities.com/~korelano Keeper of the Wigglytech. http://yoda.pagehub.com -GOT WIGGLY? Host of "Sunday Night with Cat-Gonk". http://members.xoom.com/pokezine AIM: CatGonk Over 3200 posts to alt.games.nintendo.pokemon, and counting.