From: Roberto Perez-Vila <RobfromVoid@prodigy.net> Subject: [PW!] Resisting the Pokemon Resistance Date: Saturday, October 23, 1999 10:00 PM A small Slowpoke sits behind bushes on the route that goes from Pewter City to Mt. Moon, resting after a long while of very slow walking towards Mount Moon. He watches as two human beings, one male and one female, and a Mankey run towards the city where he was beaten by Brock, "Why are they in such a hurry? Is it that they sense Luthor's awesome psychic power and are wise enough to fear it? Or do they fear another power which I can ally then betray?" Luthor stretches out his forepaws and stands up, "There's only one way to find out, since my henchmen have fainted." By the time Luthor gets back on the path, a demented psychic floats by, his legs paralyzed, his feet dragging on the floor. The human doesn't stop for the Slowpoke, since he doesn't see him and since he has other thoughts on his twisted mind. Luthor frowns, turns around, and shouts at the human's back, "How dare you not pay your respects to the great Luthor?! Can you not see that Luthor is wearing Shorts, you blasted fool?!" Luthor turns his head to reassure that he is still wearing the Hawaiian Shorts that he recently acquired, sees that he is, wonders how the psychic didn't find this impressive, and faces east once again. He sees both the peak of Mount Moon in the distance and the peak of a giant Soda Bottle, "That is truly odd." Luthor pauses and remembers all the different beverage advertisements he read in his comic books. He never thought they were so large, "I believe I will obey my thirst, since wherever there is fun, there's always Coca-Cola." The detour from his usual path eventually brings Luthor to a scorched wasteland. Luthor smells destruction in the air, "There has been a full-fledged battle here." The Slowpoke hears an annoying noise weaving through time and space, a noise that only psychics can hear. Since he is Half-Psychic, he also hears it, "So much residual psychic power!" "<Of course there's going to be residual psychic energy!>" A sickly looking Shellder covered in dirt, who has one eye popping out of his face much like his long dry tongue, explains, "<Mewtwo was here as well as another powerful being known as Vorge. If it weren't for Master Doppler and the Pokemon Resistance, Vorge might have won and destroyed everything. He winded up destroying me, actually, but Master Doppler's brother came and saved many of the dead. The Pokemon Resistance celebrated the victory and went back to HQ. Only a few zombies and humans remain here.>" "What is the Pokemon Resistance?" Luthor asks, tilting his head to the side. "<You haven't heard?>" The Shellder is glad to explain, "<We are for a world where people and Pokemon are equal. A world where people realize Pokemon are sentient and don't treat us like slaves! You could join us if you...>" "You wish Luthor to join the side of the super heroes?" Luthor turns up his nose in disgust, "You wish Luthor to fight for what is good and righteous? If you haven't noticed, Luthor's army consists of slaves... and *you* are about to join it, you hero wannabe! Luthor will teach you how to be an excellent villain, and you will realize how foolish you were to follow that liberal super hero you call 'Master' Doppler!" Luthor grabs a Pokeball off his belt and throws it at the Shellder! The Pokeball bumps into the Shellder, and slides off, rolling back to Luthor's paws. The Shellder is just as surprised as the Slowpoke that the Pokeball didn't work, "<The Pokeball must not work on undead Pokemon. It does work on Ghost Pokemon, but I am a corpse. The Pokeball must not recognize corpses. You've made a 'grave' mistake, Luthor, pun intended.>" The undead Shellder gets ready to shoot an Aurora Beam, but instead gets engulfed in a Fire Spin! Though the Water Type would usually be enough to protect a Shellder from a Fire Spin attack, the fact that undead creatures are naturally destroyed by flames due to their dry liquid less bodies, causes the Shellder to faint in one round of the attack. The fact that the white Charizard dealing the attack is of a very high level helps explain the phenomenon, too. "Espio!" A brown haired, blue eyed young woman calls out, "The Pokemon Resistance was on our side, remember?" "I'm *pissed*, okay? Get off my case, Jessica." Espio, the white Charizard, expels a furious Flamethrower attack from his mouth to emphasize this, "War makes for strange bedfellows, but zombies are just too strange for me." Jessica Sullivan sighs, and looks down at the still burning corpse of the Shellder on the ground. Next to the corpse, she sees an angry looking Slowpoke that wears Hawaiian Shorts, a belt with Pokeballs, and a backpack, "How cute!" "Cute?!" The Slowpoke scowls, and stands up on his hind legs, "More like the epitome of ultimate power! Do you think that these 'Vorge' and 'Mewtwo' characters are powerful, female human? Luthor laughs in their general directions! Bwa ha ha ha..." Luthor decides to explain further when the girl coughs and the Charizard rolls his eyes, "Behold my power!" Luthor stares intently at Jessica's shoes. He concentrates. His head starts to rumble ever so slightly. He looks like his head is about to explode from attempting to use his psychic power. One shoelace on Jessica's shoe undoes itself! Luthor collapses onto four legs, panting wildly, "See?! See how Luthor undid your shoelace without lifting a single paw?!" Jessica simply blinks at Luthor, wondering if she should chuckle at or feel sorry for the insane Pokemon. Espio doesn't have any such dilemma running through his mind. He is angry that his friend has to suffer. He is angry that the Slowpoke is so egotistical. He doesn't find him the least bit humorous. "Should I roast him or just fricassee him?" "Calm down, Espio..." Jessica pats the white Charizard on the back, "There are healthier ways to deal with your rage. There is no reason to harm this poor little lost Slowpoke just because you're angry. After all, he hasn't done any..." Jessica is cut off when she feels one of her socks getting wet. She looks down and sees Luthor standing right next to her feet with one hind leg raised. One of her socks is now yellow. Jessica's skin turns light blue, "Why... did you... do that?!" Having answered nature's call, Luthor lowers his hind leg and narrows his eyes up at Jessica, "You weren't astounded by Luthor's display of incredible power, and believe it or not, SLOWPOKE have feelings just like human beings. Being a villain through and through, Luthor responds to sadness the only way he knows how - through revenge! Bwa ha ha..." Espio the Charizard's tail flame burns a brighter shade of blue, emphasizing a sudden realization, "You know, Jessica, I think you're right. We shouldn't deal with our problems through rage, we should exercise self-control and discover..." "He's mine!" Jessica interrupts Espio's speech through grinding teeth, while reaching for her leather belt. Luthor continues his slow maniacal laughing, oblivious to the fact that he's about to enter a Pokemon battle unprepared... -Luthor