From: Anonymous <anakin0327@aol.com> Subject: Re: [PW!] On The Road To Viridian City (via Diglett's Cave) Date: Friday, December 24, 1999 1:44 AM > <Diglett!> > > "What was that?" > > "What?" Mac said, looking around. > > "I heard something," Forest said. > > <Diglett!> > > "Ah!" Mac cried. "The Diglett!" > > The Diglett popped out of the ground, right in front of Mac. It looked >up >at its friend, happy that it had found him after such a long walk from its >home. > > "I thought I lost that thing!" Mac wailed, "Why did it follow me?" > > Forest smirked at his friend. "I think it likes you." > > "But I don't want it to like me!" Mac cried out again. > > The Diglett could tell his new friend was happy to see him. It could >tell. >The Diglett was so happy it could speak English so well, that it knew what >its >friend wanted. > > It quickly decided it would follow his new friend where ever he went, no >matter how far away it was from its home. Mac ran to the right. Diglett followed him. Mac jumped to the left. Diglett followed him. He began walking in a tight circle, and Diglett followed right at his heels, all the while enjoying the game. <<Maybe we should leave you two alone?>> "Shut up, you! This isn't how I wanted to spend the holidays, with a pyromaniacal Porygon and a-" <<Say, that reminds me...>> Porygon zipped from the scene. Moments later, a loud explosion was heard, and Porygon zipped back. <<Boy, it's been a while...>> "Anyway," said Forest, eager to get indoors and away from the intense cold that had suddenly brewed up, "let's go heal our Pokémon, then find us a hotel." <<Don't worry about me! I'm fighting fit! Why, I could->> Mac silenced the Porygon with a sledgehammer, then smiled. "Boy, it's been awhile." --- After healing the Pokémon, Mac and Forest checked into a hotel and unpacked what little they had. Diglett, who refused to stay away from its companion, stood diligently by Mac's bedside. "Hey Forest, now that I've got this Diglett, what do I do with it?" "Well, many trainers enjoy naming their Pokémon. It gives them more of a personal feel, I guess." "That sounds reasonable... but what's a good name for it?" Porygon, who was chained to a chair in the far corner, took the opportunity to speak up. <<How about, "Porygon"?>> "Why bother? One deranged lunatic is enough for me." "Of course," said Forest, "you don't have to name your Pokémon if you don't want to." "Yeah, I think I'm content with Diglett... not that I'm very content with owning a Diglett in the first place." "Diglett!" the mole Pokémon absorbed all of this nonsensical babble with interest. <Unbeknownst to the humans, Diglett had hatched moments before Mac had stumbled upon its nest. In Togepi-esque fashion, it imprinted on Mac permanently. Because it had never heard the human language (and very little Diglettese), most of its lengual skills were still under development. This information is not exactly pivotal to the story at this time, the author just felt it necessary to mention it to the frequenting readers (should there be any).> ------------ TBC -Anonymous (you know, the guy who wrote all the poems) -=-=-=-=-