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Down with the Dynasty
A new era is about to begin, where pokemon break free from their world, and venture into ours.
In the quiet, cosy town of Valerigde, seven pokemon fans have been gathered
by a Johto man named Toxy, claiming that they are the only hope to protect our world against the Dynasty - an organisation hell bent on dictatorship over the entire Earth using super powerful, genetically engineered pokemon. The governments of our world have hidden pokemon from our view, using the games as a cover up for their existence. We of the outside world are forbidden from ever using them.
It is nightfall in Valeridge’s children’s play park, and the moon is bright tonight, giving the grass, trees and the metal climbing frames a bluish shine. A cricket’s chirp is all that can be heard, while most of the town’s residents sleep soundly. Clouds drift across the sky silently, illuminated by the moon’s rays. The silence is abruptly shattered by the rattling, motorized sound of a garage door.
Toxy stands at the foot of the lock-up. The pokemon fans peer inside. It looks much bigger on the inside than it does on the outside, almost making it as a large room. There are pad-locked shelves and cupboards everywhere, and the place looks quite messy, with scattered pokeballs, metal objects, a motorbike with a cover over it, and a lot dust.
“Quickly.” Toxy whispers, looking shifty and uneasy, “Inside!”
Everybody scurries in, followed by the silent wings of a Dustox who perches himself on the motorbike, setting his wings flat on his back. Toxy shuts the door, which makes a loud crashing sound, causing him to wince, as if he doesn’t want anybody to hear it. Looking round, he sees that everybody looks a little nervous, but apart from that, he gets straight to the point.
“You will all need a pokemon to begin with. I’ll teach you all how to train it.” He stops unlocking one of the cupboards. “However, you will need to be willing to leave your town.” He looks at everybody expectantly. They all look at each other. How could they pass up an opportunity to train real pokemon? Nods emerge from the group.
“Good.” He tries to take seven pokeballs out at once, but three of them drop on the floor, causing him to take two journeys to put them on the table in the middle of the room. “I want to be fair, not everybody will be able to choose the pokemon they want. So, they are numbered from 1 to 7.” He points to the numbers written on sticky yellow notes on the pokeballs. “Each of you – pick a number from 1 to 7. Go!”
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Down with the Dynasty
A new era is about to begin, where pokemon break free from their world, and venture into ours.
In the quiet, cosy town of Valerigde, seven pokemon fans have been gathered
by a Johto man named Toxy, claiming that they are the only hope to protect our world against the Dynasty - an organisation hell bent on dictatorship over the entire Earth using super powerful, genetically engineered pokemon. The governments of our world have hidden pokemon from our view, using the games as a cover up for their existence. We of the outside world are forbidden from ever using them.
It is nightfall in Valeridge’s children’s play park, and the moon is bright tonight, giving the grass, trees and the metal climbing frames a bluish shine. A cricket’s chirp is all that can be heard, while most of the town’s residents sleep soundly. Clouds drift across the sky silently, illuminated by the moon’s rays. The silence is abruptly shattered by the rattling, motorized sound of a garage door.
Toxy stands at the foot of the lock-up. The pokemon fans peer inside. It looks much bigger on the inside than it does on the outside, almost making it as a large room. There are pad-locked shelves and cupboards everywhere, and the place looks quite messy, with scattered pokeballs, metal objects, a motorbike with a cover over it, and a lot dust.
“Quickly.” Toxy whispers, looking shifty and uneasy, “Inside!”
Everybody scurries in, followed by the silent wings of a Dustox who perches himself on the motorbike, setting his wings flat on his back. Toxy shuts the door, which makes a loud crashing sound, causing him to wince, as if he doesn’t want anybody to hear it. Looking round, he sees that everybody looks a little nervous, but apart from that, he gets straight to the point.
“You will all need a pokemon to begin with. I’ll teach you all how to train it.” He stops unlocking one of the cupboards. “However, you will need to be willing to leave your town.” He looks at everybody expectantly. They all look at each other. How could they pass up an opportunity to train real pokemon? Nods emerge from the group.
“Good.” He tries to take seven pokeballs out at once, but three of them drop on the floor, causing him to take two journeys to put them on the table in the middle of the room. “I want to be fair, not everybody will be able to choose the pokemon they want. So, they are numbered from 1 to 7.” He points to the numbers written on sticky yellow notes on the pokeballs. “Each of you – pick a number from 1 to 7. Go!”