Metallic Mantis Reborn
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Prologue: So Close, and Yet So Far
Night falls on the small, peaceful town of Pallet. It is almost 10:00, so most of the population has fallen asleep. But in one house, the light is switched on, and sound is blaring from a semi-open window.
"Come on Machamp! You can do it!" shouted a young boy of about eleven. He had golden hair, tinged with dirty blond here and there. He was tall, about 5'1", but was on the skinny side. At the moment, he was screeching and yelling like a Primeape with its head stuck in an oven. “And Pidgeotto uses its wing attack!” the TV announcer blares “This could end the match!” “Come on Pidgeotto! You can wipe out that four armed freak in Spandex shorts!” Pidgeotto’s trainer yelled as the bird Pokemons wings glowed light blue, then Pidgeotto sped off towards the four armed beast on the other side of the field. “Machamp, use your Endure attack! Show that turkey who’s the BOSS!” Machamp’s trainer commanded. The Superpower Pokemon grunted its approval, then put all four arms in front of it in a defensive position, then started glowing blood red. Conor held his breath as he watched the camera zoom out, showing the entire battlefield. Pidgeotto was a small, cream and brown speck below, where as Machamp’s four muscular arms looked like sticks. As Pidgeotto zoomed towards Machamp, Conor threw caution to the winds and started to scream. He was cheering Machamp on so loud, that he didn’t notice a woman open the door, come in his room, close the door again, then pick up the remote and switched off the TV.
Instantly Conor was quiet. Then a split second later, he spun around. “MOM!” he yelled “I WAS WATCHING THAT!” His mom, a woman of about 30, with bright red hair and a willowy figure, just laughed “Ah-ah-ah, you do notice you used the word ‘was’ “she said in a mocking way, the corners of her mouth twitching. “SO?!?!” yelled Conor “The word ‘was’ implies that you are talking about the past. So I agree, you WERE watching that, but now, you aren’t. True?” she smirked. Conor thought this over a few moments, and then said “But it still ISNT FAIR!” His mom laughed again “Life’s unfair. If you’re so bent about watching TV, then watch this.” She pointed the remote at the TV.
An elderly man wearing a lab coat and standing in a laboratory flickered into life. “Hello all you Pokemon rookies out there! I’m Professor Oak, the leading Pokemon authority in these parts. Tomorrow, I will be offering anyone above the age of 11, start there journey through Kanto off professionally! If you come to my lab on the morrow, I’ll give you one of these three Pokemon: Bulbasaur,”a picture of a frog like creature with a bulb on its back appeared at the top of the screen, “Charmander,” A small, bright yellow-orange lizard with a small flame took its place next to Bulbasaur, “or Squirtle” A tiny but adorable turtle appeared next to Charmander. The big surprise this year is that the Charmander we found was Shiny, meaning it is alternately colored and has better stats than the others. The consequence of course is that if you’re late, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait till next year!” he garbled off. Conor rolled his eyes “ON THE MORROW! Where does this guy think he is, the Middle Ages!” He grabbed the remote and switched the TV off.”
I wonder which Pokemon I’ll choose. Maybe Bulbasaur, he looks pretty strong. But of course, Charmander will have moves like flamethrower or fire spin. On the other hand, Squirtle will be pretty-” His mom cut through his musings “Alright Conor, you don’t even know if you’ll get a Pokemon. Go to bed.” Conor protested “But I don’t WANNA go to bed! To think that in 24 hours, I’ll be camping out under an open sky, with a glass of ice-cold water from my Squirtle. Or possibly roasting some marshmallows with my Charmander. Maybe me and my Bulbasaur will be laughing as I watch him frighten sleeping Pidgey with a well-aimed Razor Leaf. I could be-” His mom interrupted again. “Go to bed, and maybe you’ll dream what you’ll do on your journey.” Conor listened, climbing into his bed and pulling the covers up to his chin. “I’ll miss you mom, but I promise to visit a lot!”he said as his mom laughed at this remark “You better win to support you’re mother I could retire early!” she thought out loud. She was still muttering things like“not that I’m old, but youth doesn’t last forever” and “I don’t thing Pokemon battle winnings are taxed, but those taxmen” as she walked out the door.
Conor suddenly felt so tired. As he fell asleep, he though over all the choices. Squirtle…Charmander…Bulbasaur. When he did fall asleep, he dreamt off him standing in front of a table with Squirtle, Bulbasaur and Charmander. Faceless people were chanting “Which one?Which one?”
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Night falls on the small, peaceful town of Pallet. It is almost 10:00, so most of the population has fallen asleep. But in one house, the light is switched on, and sound is blaring from a semi-open window.
"Come on Machamp! You can do it!" shouted a young boy of about eleven. He had golden hair, tinged with dirty blond here and there. He was tall, about 5'1", but was on the skinny side. At the moment, he was screeching and yelling like a Primeape with its head stuck in an oven. “And Pidgeotto uses its wing attack!” the TV announcer blares “This could end the match!” “Come on Pidgeotto! You can wipe out that four armed freak in Spandex shorts!” Pidgeotto’s trainer yelled as the bird Pokemons wings glowed light blue, then Pidgeotto sped off towards the four armed beast on the other side of the field. “Machamp, use your Endure attack! Show that turkey who’s the BOSS!” Machamp’s trainer commanded. The Superpower Pokemon grunted its approval, then put all four arms in front of it in a defensive position, then started glowing blood red. Conor held his breath as he watched the camera zoom out, showing the entire battlefield. Pidgeotto was a small, cream and brown speck below, where as Machamp’s four muscular arms looked like sticks. As Pidgeotto zoomed towards Machamp, Conor threw caution to the winds and started to scream. He was cheering Machamp on so loud, that he didn’t notice a woman open the door, come in his room, close the door again, then pick up the remote and switched off the TV.
Instantly Conor was quiet. Then a split second later, he spun around. “MOM!” he yelled “I WAS WATCHING THAT!” His mom, a woman of about 30, with bright red hair and a willowy figure, just laughed “Ah-ah-ah, you do notice you used the word ‘was’ “she said in a mocking way, the corners of her mouth twitching. “SO?!?!” yelled Conor “The word ‘was’ implies that you are talking about the past. So I agree, you WERE watching that, but now, you aren’t. True?” she smirked. Conor thought this over a few moments, and then said “But it still ISNT FAIR!” His mom laughed again “Life’s unfair. If you’re so bent about watching TV, then watch this.” She pointed the remote at the TV.
An elderly man wearing a lab coat and standing in a laboratory flickered into life. “Hello all you Pokemon rookies out there! I’m Professor Oak, the leading Pokemon authority in these parts. Tomorrow, I will be offering anyone above the age of 11, start there journey through Kanto off professionally! If you come to my lab on the morrow, I’ll give you one of these three Pokemon: Bulbasaur,”a picture of a frog like creature with a bulb on its back appeared at the top of the screen, “Charmander,” A small, bright yellow-orange lizard with a small flame took its place next to Bulbasaur, “or Squirtle” A tiny but adorable turtle appeared next to Charmander. The big surprise this year is that the Charmander we found was Shiny, meaning it is alternately colored and has better stats than the others. The consequence of course is that if you’re late, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait till next year!” he garbled off. Conor rolled his eyes “ON THE MORROW! Where does this guy think he is, the Middle Ages!” He grabbed the remote and switched the TV off.”
I wonder which Pokemon I’ll choose. Maybe Bulbasaur, he looks pretty strong. But of course, Charmander will have moves like flamethrower or fire spin. On the other hand, Squirtle will be pretty-” His mom cut through his musings “Alright Conor, you don’t even know if you’ll get a Pokemon. Go to bed.” Conor protested “But I don’t WANNA go to bed! To think that in 24 hours, I’ll be camping out under an open sky, with a glass of ice-cold water from my Squirtle. Or possibly roasting some marshmallows with my Charmander. Maybe me and my Bulbasaur will be laughing as I watch him frighten sleeping Pidgey with a well-aimed Razor Leaf. I could be-” His mom interrupted again. “Go to bed, and maybe you’ll dream what you’ll do on your journey.” Conor listened, climbing into his bed and pulling the covers up to his chin. “I’ll miss you mom, but I promise to visit a lot!”he said as his mom laughed at this remark “You better win to support you’re mother I could retire early!” she thought out loud. She was still muttering things like“not that I’m old, but youth doesn’t last forever” and “I don’t thing Pokemon battle winnings are taxed, but those taxmen” as she walked out the door.
Conor suddenly felt so tired. As he fell asleep, he though over all the choices. Squirtle…Charmander…Bulbasaur. When he did fall asleep, he dreamt off him standing in front of a table with Squirtle, Bulbasaur and Charmander. Faceless people were chanting “Which one?Which one?”
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