From: Hedgehogey <hedgehogey@aol.comidiocy> Subject: Re: [PW] Christmas at ground zero: The morning after Date: Sunday, December 26, 1999 11:39 PM "I can't believe those cheapskates ruined Christmas for these trainers!" Mike shouts. Everyone in the group noticed 6 year olds crying because they where hoping to get their first Pokemon. "Good thing they didn't take the real presents." Lewis says. Everyone turned to Lewis and asked, "Huh????" "The POkemon Detective Agency and the police from several different cities have been working together to track this Pokemon Resistance. What they took were homing devices! The real presents are being distributed right now!" Lewis explains. Suddenly, and Officer Jenny rushes up to them and says, "Lewis! They didn't take the homing devices! We found the homing devices stores in the forest!" "But if all the presents are here, and if the homing devices aren't there, what did the Resistance take?" Lewis asks. Meanwhile... "Ha ha! Quickly, open the boxes and release the Pokemon!" Cinder says. The Pokemon there quickly opened the boxes. Sitting inside, were lumps of coal, and a note. One of the Pokemon picked up the note and read, "Dear Pokemon Resistance. You have been very naughty on my list this year, trying to ruin Christmas. But I thought it would be wrong if the the police managed to catch you with the homing devices they planned, so I just made them actually bring you lumps of coal. Try to stay good, Merry Christmas, Sincerely, Santa Clause.">>> The next day, at the resistance mobile hq: Cinder clenched his claws together and tried to concentrate through the rage which clouded his mind, urged him to lash out and destroy, even if the only thing he would accomplish would be to destroy the fire that crackled over their defeat. "Santa clause...where have I heard that name before?" Cinder said, eager to find out who this guy was and show him some resistance vengeance. Kadabra piped up: "He's got quite the record sir. Big overwheight white guy. Wears a lot of fur. Uses cheap Jynx labor. Breeds pokemon in miserable conditions. Drastically overworks his rapidashes." Cinder considered intercepting him on his route and showing him how naughty oppresion on that scale really was by shoving a coal lump where the arctic winds don't blow but remembered a news clipping about him already being intercepted by some crazy ditto, one of the few crazy ditto who wasn't doppler. "Well kids, looks like we've been beaten yet again. I'm not going to give a sappy speach about it's not important that we win or lose like some fucking afterschool special. I just wanto say this: Since when are machines affected by sleep powder?!! Damn incompetent magnetons." Cinder snapped. The mechanical spheres hung their multiple heads and hovered dejectedly away. "Can't fucking believe i've been beaten again. Everytime we try a major sorty some kid defeats a large number of highly trained agents then pulls off some nearly impossible feat to leave us limping away with our tails between our legs. What keeps causing that?" Cinder wondered aloud. Just then Flavor D.X. walked in from the snowstorm outside, clutching something under his arm. "Ah wouldn't say defeated yet boss-man. Check this out!" Cinders eyes narrowed and he purred lowly, gestures which indicated contentment among charizards. For there on the front page of the Celadon post Flavor was holding, read the front page headline: "Pokemon resistance attempts stealing/liberation of christmas present pokemon." with the subcaption "One shorts kid killed, city is glad to be rid of him, more on this event in the editorial section". "This is all over the papers, plus a huge scandal's going If you ask me, press of this magnitude is good press." Cinder felt his bad mood soften. As if to prove his point something peeped from inside one of the unopened coal-presents. A little baby pidgey stuck its beak and then its head through the wrapping that imprisoned it then climbed out and stretched its tiny wings, revealing its shimmering white plumage. Cinder felt his blood pressure fall. "It really is a wonderful resistance! Merry christmas." Cinder said in a wamer voice to his comrades in arms, unaware that the source of his defeat was watching him from across the room.... TBC? Not this time, finally Hedge Man is quite insane. He would not know how to make a maggot yet invents gods by the dozens.-Montaigne Wilson hussars real identity is revealed: Clan wolverine!-guy on rgm Tv is more alluring than thinking-Rich