Re-cap:
It’s 40 years after the war. A war that annihilated an entire world. The human race is nothing more than reduced to its animalistic ways - their presence merely a whisper in the vastness of a planet they ravaged. The planet crumbled under the pressure, and the human race went tumbling down with it.
Pokemon are not what they once were. Initially after the disasters, the lonely Mew drifted across a landscape that glowed red. Flames and embers flung themselves into the air, clouds shut the day out, 24 hour darkness smothered the world. Mew could not find any pokemon. The amazing ability for animals to survive saw the emergence of the first few survivors, but even after them, no pokemon were seen. Occasionally Mew would encounter a familiar face - the skull of a stantler, or the shell of a lapras. But still none of her children lived.
When she tried to contact the legendaries, even they were hazy, she wasn’t sure if she could sense the life forces of her first children. She couldn’t see or hear them anywhere, despite holding on to the hope that they were alive, and thinking if she believed she could sense them, then she would…
Never thinking this was ever going to have to happen, Mew set about bearing new guardians to her precious planet. She waited for the world to heal a little, before she looked for one of the few safe places left, a short distance from destruction. Fruit-bearing trees were beginning to mature, a stream flowed steadily near by, the sun beamed down gently. She had everything she needed. She was ready.
That night she left, with no intention of returning for now she had to rest. Under a dip in the ground was a clutch of eggs, each of varying size and colour, each containing a bit of mew‘s energy, which will take her a long time to reclaim. They were Mew’s hope for the future of all pokemon.
Mew stopped. She may have been miles away, but she could sense life. Not just any life, but consciousnesses in their masses. Something that made all the little fine hairs on her skin stand on end. There had been so many deaths… could she be hearing ghosts? She settled on the ground, a desert scrubland lit only by the moon. Loneliness was really kicking in. Those humans had cost her entire family, every pokemon… yet she was missing the humans just as much as the pokemon. It came to her realisation, that there were humans alive. She knew of it, and she had to remain alert and watchful to protect her young from the humans, and the humans from themselves.
The corridor was crisp, silent bar the hum of the generator, sterile. The floor was polished, the walls white, though they appeared a dirty blue in the energy-saving lights. Shoes clopped, the sound resonating down half a mile to the other side. A white lab coat floated to a locker, though the person in it looked barely awake. Grabbing a boxed salad, he clumsily slammed the locker and locked it, fumbling to insert the key into the lock. Returning from the room he came from, the skinny, stubbled, bald scientist flared his nostrils in frustration at his sheer exhaustion.
Worked like an animal, so he would himself describe, though it was more like 14-hour a day observation. The clones had to be in tip-top condition if Boss were to give him his ration-raise, any malformations, disease, imperfection in any way had to be eradicated from the project. If the weak could be weeded, the strong could receive more of the benefits, more mineral feed could be allocated to the tank-dwelling foetuses. Team Rocket would be the only owners in the entire world of not only pokemon alone, but super-grown pokemon. The humans surviving up on the surface would tremble at their feet… The Rockets would rule all.
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((normal RPG rules all apply))
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A sliver if light creeped across the horizon. The sky radiated red as the orange ball of fire grew bigger, rising higher into the red void. A black silhouette drifted across the sphere at an almost urgent pace. She saw the sun and remembered the dark days, where fire and light became the stuff of nightmares. The landscape raced past, reflecting off her large gleaming blue eyes. The way she looked at fear, was the way she looked at her world, for it was her world, and part of its delicate balance. But she couldn’t put herself down for failing to defend it, for failing to prevent it being used as a weapon… or used to set off the first bomb. Her previous legendaries had been far too weak, and she missed them with all her heart, but she had to believe that the new legendaries would prevail.
She settled near a pond, where she playfully lapped up a drink. Nasty! Her fur stood on end and her tail shot up as she winced at the taste. She should have known. Looking up, she noticed dead fish on the surface. Of course! The war might have been over, but it’s effects still lingered. Mew closed her eyes and took a relaxed breath. She was surrounded by a gentle pink glow - a protective bubble - and with that she was ready to look for the precise cause of the pollution, she suspected perhaps toxic waste that had not yet disappeared. After so long, it was likely that whatever contained the waste was starting to rust away, and leak out its foul contents.
Dry and warm in her bubble, she submerged herself into the water. She looked up - the morning light seemed unusually colourful through the ripples. There was definitely something sinister in this water. Not yet noticing any cause, she went deeper towards the middle of the pond, where the water seemed to ripple, like gas from an underwater black smoker, and seemed to exit from one point. But this was no volcano, getting closer to the source, she noticed it was coming from a metallic vent. Whatever it was, it was being actively used, and was coming from underground. As much as she wanted to explore further, it would have been unwise of her to transform into a fish and slip into the vent for she would almost surely be poisoned.
There was a splash on the surface as a pink bubble rose out of the pond. Mew looked about her, but could see nothing that would reveal any more clues. But she could sense beings. Her fur stood on end. Surely it couldn’t have been ghosts, not this time, nor the last. There were humans alive, and they were using the old ways. She set off at high speed to scout the area.
Just as she left, dry soil puffed into the air. For a brief moment there was a surge of wind, until it died down. The ground had opened, a gaping hole, with ladders that led to the unknown depths…
It’s 40 years after the war. A war that annihilated an entire world. The human race is nothing more than reduced to its animalistic ways - their presence merely a whisper in the vastness of a planet they ravaged. The planet crumbled under the pressure, and the human race went tumbling down with it.
Pokemon are not what they once were. Initially after the disasters, the lonely Mew drifted across a landscape that glowed red. Flames and embers flung themselves into the air, clouds shut the day out, 24 hour darkness smothered the world. Mew could not find any pokemon. The amazing ability for animals to survive saw the emergence of the first few survivors, but even after them, no pokemon were seen. Occasionally Mew would encounter a familiar face - the skull of a stantler, or the shell of a lapras. But still none of her children lived.
When she tried to contact the legendaries, even they were hazy, she wasn’t sure if she could sense the life forces of her first children. She couldn’t see or hear them anywhere, despite holding on to the hope that they were alive, and thinking if she believed she could sense them, then she would…
Never thinking this was ever going to have to happen, Mew set about bearing new guardians to her precious planet. She waited for the world to heal a little, before she looked for one of the few safe places left, a short distance from destruction. Fruit-bearing trees were beginning to mature, a stream flowed steadily near by, the sun beamed down gently. She had everything she needed. She was ready.
That night she left, with no intention of returning for now she had to rest. Under a dip in the ground was a clutch of eggs, each of varying size and colour, each containing a bit of mew‘s energy, which will take her a long time to reclaim. They were Mew’s hope for the future of all pokemon.
Mew stopped. She may have been miles away, but she could sense life. Not just any life, but consciousnesses in their masses. Something that made all the little fine hairs on her skin stand on end. There had been so many deaths… could she be hearing ghosts? She settled on the ground, a desert scrubland lit only by the moon. Loneliness was really kicking in. Those humans had cost her entire family, every pokemon… yet she was missing the humans just as much as the pokemon. It came to her realisation, that there were humans alive. She knew of it, and she had to remain alert and watchful to protect her young from the humans, and the humans from themselves.
The corridor was crisp, silent bar the hum of the generator, sterile. The floor was polished, the walls white, though they appeared a dirty blue in the energy-saving lights. Shoes clopped, the sound resonating down half a mile to the other side. A white lab coat floated to a locker, though the person in it looked barely awake. Grabbing a boxed salad, he clumsily slammed the locker and locked it, fumbling to insert the key into the lock. Returning from the room he came from, the skinny, stubbled, bald scientist flared his nostrils in frustration at his sheer exhaustion.
Worked like an animal, so he would himself describe, though it was more like 14-hour a day observation. The clones had to be in tip-top condition if Boss were to give him his ration-raise, any malformations, disease, imperfection in any way had to be eradicated from the project. If the weak could be weeded, the strong could receive more of the benefits, more mineral feed could be allocated to the tank-dwelling foetuses. Team Rocket would be the only owners in the entire world of not only pokemon alone, but super-grown pokemon. The humans surviving up on the surface would tremble at their feet… The Rockets would rule all.
-----
((normal RPG rules all apply))
-----
A sliver if light creeped across the horizon. The sky radiated red as the orange ball of fire grew bigger, rising higher into the red void. A black silhouette drifted across the sphere at an almost urgent pace. She saw the sun and remembered the dark days, where fire and light became the stuff of nightmares. The landscape raced past, reflecting off her large gleaming blue eyes. The way she looked at fear, was the way she looked at her world, for it was her world, and part of its delicate balance. But she couldn’t put herself down for failing to defend it, for failing to prevent it being used as a weapon… or used to set off the first bomb. Her previous legendaries had been far too weak, and she missed them with all her heart, but she had to believe that the new legendaries would prevail.
She settled near a pond, where she playfully lapped up a drink. Nasty! Her fur stood on end and her tail shot up as she winced at the taste. She should have known. Looking up, she noticed dead fish on the surface. Of course! The war might have been over, but it’s effects still lingered. Mew closed her eyes and took a relaxed breath. She was surrounded by a gentle pink glow - a protective bubble - and with that she was ready to look for the precise cause of the pollution, she suspected perhaps toxic waste that had not yet disappeared. After so long, it was likely that whatever contained the waste was starting to rust away, and leak out its foul contents.
Dry and warm in her bubble, she submerged herself into the water. She looked up - the morning light seemed unusually colourful through the ripples. There was definitely something sinister in this water. Not yet noticing any cause, she went deeper towards the middle of the pond, where the water seemed to ripple, like gas from an underwater black smoker, and seemed to exit from one point. But this was no volcano, getting closer to the source, she noticed it was coming from a metallic vent. Whatever it was, it was being actively used, and was coming from underground. As much as she wanted to explore further, it would have been unwise of her to transform into a fish and slip into the vent for she would almost surely be poisoned.
There was a splash on the surface as a pink bubble rose out of the pond. Mew looked about her, but could see nothing that would reveal any more clues. But she could sense beings. Her fur stood on end. Surely it couldn’t have been ghosts, not this time, nor the last. There were humans alive, and they were using the old ways. She set off at high speed to scout the area.
Just as she left, dry soil puffed into the air. For a brief moment there was a surge of wind, until it died down. The ground had opened, a gaping hole, with ladders that led to the unknown depths…
