From: Pétér <peter@stallard.clara.co.uk> Subject: [PW!] The beginning of something larger Date: Sunday, November 28, 1999 7:22 AM This is my introductory piece, I'd love comments, and since this is my first, I would like to know if I've done anything wrong. Or right. :) Title: The beginning of something larger Creator: peter@stallard.clara.co.uk He sat, drumming his fingers on the chair-arm nervously. 'How much longer can this take?' exclaimed Peter, pausing for a second to look at his watch; 'Its been 3 hours.'. Nurse Joy of Lavender town turned to face him, 'Your Pokémon was badly injured,' she said 'Recovery is not instantainous, and by the looks of your Pokémon, Recovery may not be possible; how could you let it get hurt this badly?'. Peter spun on his heel 'Its not my Pokémon, and dont accuse me of being careless', he lowered his voice slightly and sat back down 'It may not be mine, but, I...'. Joy looked at him, then turned back to her computer, 'You wish it was, dont you?' she whispered, still facing the computer. A red light blinked on, accompanied by a loud tone, 'What was that' said Peter looking up. 'Your Pokémon is recovering, your lucky!', 'I told you before,' he shouted, 'Its not my...'. Nurse joy looked back at the computer once again, 'Oh' said Peter. Opening his eyes, the soft morning light flooded in, he stood up letting the blanket Joy had covered him with fall to the floor. The nurse had already woken, she and a dozen chanseys were scuttling around preparing for the days visitors. Another person had also spent the night at the Pokécenter, a young girl was asleep on the couch adjacent to him, Peter payed little atention to her thinking more about 'his' Pokémon than anything else. He manged to catch up with Joy, 'Where is it?' he said. 'Where is what? Oh, head down there, you can see it in the recovery room.' she said, extending her finger towards a long corridor. Peter pushed open the double doors, and looked around, in the far corner of the room, he saw a bed with a small blue and white figure lying on it. As he approached, the small Polywhirl turned its large black eyes towards him burning into his soul. He sat down in the chair next to it, and looked back at the small Pokémon. 'I tried to help you,' he said, 'but you'll be alright'. 'Nurse Joy wants you to be my Pokémon, would you like that?', the Polywhirl attempted to speak but was silenced by the pain that rushed through it. Peter looked away, 'I'll take care of you.'. The doors closed behind him, as Peter left the Pokécenter. This time however, he had a Pokéball on his belt. He began to walk, not knowing where to. Maybie nowhere. -- - Pétér The guy _behind_ the curtain. µ: Someone mentioned that they shipped 1.8 copies on the 17th Andrusi: How does one go about shipping four-fifths of a game cartridge? (i thought this was real funnie) Eagles may soar, but weasles dont get sucked into jet engines! If you drink and drive, dont park, accidents cause people.