Dan The Poke Man
MEGAMEGAMEGA
Now I wish that Kacen wasn't voted out. He was interesting.
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Poke Drama Island! (Pokemon Castaway V2)
- Thread starter octoboy
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MarshtompMan
DestinyTrainer 10yrs
LOL, Dewheart's entire DoD was OOC, Staro was COMPLETELY OOC, and Octo's portrayal of Kacen was just as OOC as mine.
octoboy
I Crush Everything
Nice LC, Marshtomp Man.
Ok, the deal is, if The Fad's going to stick around, it's going to be because he's good at his job, not because he acts like a brat. Listen up, Fad, I'll only let you keep the DoD job if you do good with it. If you whine about having some sort of right to do it, but continue to do a lazy job, you're outta here.
Ok, the deal is, if The Fad's going to stick around, it's going to be because he's good at his job, not because he acts like a brat. Listen up, Fad, I'll only let you keep the DoD job if you do good with it. If you whine about having some sort of right to do it, but continue to do a lazy job, you're outta here.
Dan The Poke Man
MEGAMEGAMEGA
Dun dun dun.
Plusle+Minun
fanfiction is life
xD At everything.
No, Prinplup, that was at Fad, and OOC = out-of-character = you don't portray them they way they're supposed to act.
No, Prinplup, that was at Fad, and OOC = out-of-character = you don't portray them they way they're supposed to act.
kuriboh361
Bearer of Peace
So.... Filler?
octoboy
I Crush Everything
;251;: Last time on Poke Drama Island: It was a little early for the campers to get tired just yet, but they sure were after the second contest: the Awake-o-thon. While Bello got the short end of the stick, becoming the nerd of the Groudon pack, Zip and the Professor butted their brainy heads to come up with a way to win the challenge, but a mishap caused the Kyogres to flop, and the Groudons to stay on top for a second time. At their second campfire meeting, the Kyogres decided to dispose of fifth-wheel Kacen and gave him the ride to Loserville. What's going to happen next? Will the Kyogres pull a first-time victory, or will the Groudons' string of success continue? All I can say is: Kacen's absence doesn't make much of a difference. Anyway, see for yourself tonight on this episode of Poke. Drama. Island!!!
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;062;: *puts some glop on April's plate* Enjoy your meal.
;424;: You know I will, babe! *winks at Cook, and goes to take her seat* Hmm... *takes out a scoop of the glop, and eats it* Blech, this stuff is awful. Milo! Come here and let me cleanse my palette with the inside of your mouth. *moves over to Milo, and starts making out with him*
;404;: I've just lost my appetite, and it isn't because what's on my plate just twitched.
;391;: This is terrible! We've been subject to two consecutive losses! If these defeats continue, our reduced number of team members will severely jeopardize our chances of victory! To put it bluntly, we're totally friggin' screwed, peoples!!!
;252;: Come on, Professor, why so negative? We can still win this, right Sunshine? *looks over to the sleeping Sunshine* ...Is she gonna be all right?
;474;: It must be the residual effects of my sleeping draft.
;277;: But we were given the draft too, and we're just fine!
;474;: Yes, but your speedy metabolism allowed you to recover more quickly. It's temporary. Sunshine can probably be revived when we need to.
;356;: I think we'd best let her sleep for now. I have a feeling she's not much of a morning person.
;308;: Ha ha. Look at you, Kyogres. There's your most lethal team member. Snoozing like a cat on the sidewalk.
;326;: Hey, nobody asked for your opinion, Ares. We're not completely incompetent. Mark my words, we're going to break this chain of failures!
;308;: As if. And when we win again, I bet it's you who's going to take the fall, you disgusting wad of filth! *walks off*
;326;: Can you believe her?
;194;: Well, you are pretty gross.
;326;: *glares at Spirette*
;194;: Sorry...
Confessionals: ;326;: I have had it with getting beat time after time. If Ares thinks she and her team are going to have their way with us a third time, they’re dead wrong! I will not rest until the Roaring Groudons have been defeated!!! *falls asleep* Zzzzzzzzzz…. *wakes up* Sorry, the Awake-o-thon really made me drowzy. Anyway, I’m going to break this string if it kills me!
;215;: Hey, guys, guys, look who's back!
;253;: The triumphant return of our team's victors! Everyone give a hand to Carl and Jamie!
;215;, ;198; & ;125;: *all start clapping*
;332;: *trudges into the mess hall, with multiple bags under his eyes* I haven't been this exhausted since my first night shift... *collapses*
;310;: *walks in, looking exhausted* So... Tired... *collapses right into Fiona's mashed potatoes*
;404;: Stylish.
;198;: Hey, guys, guys, give Jamie a break. *strokes Jamie's head with his wing* The poor girl's been up all night from the energy drink. That really knocks you out.
;251;: *walks in* Well, that's too bad for you guys. Because the challenge is about to start now. And believe me, this one really is a knock out.
*all the competitors start heading out of the mess hall*
;062;: Up-si-daisy... *slings the sleeping Sunshine over one shoulder, and carries her out*
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;251;: *leads the campers to a field* All right, campers. For this challenge, this field will be your battle grounds, and these will be your weapons. *holds up a red ball*
;253;: So, the challenge is dodgeball?
;251;: No, I did that in the first season. No, this is a little game I like to call "medic". The basic point of the game is to hit your opponent with one of these balls before the opponent hits you.
;253;: Just like dodgeball?
;251;: Yes, I'll get to the diversities soon enough. Unlike dodgeball, if you get hit, or throw a ball that gets caught by an opponent, you have to sit down in the middle of the field. That's where the titular medic comes in. The camper who is named the medic must then go over to the stricken player, and tag them, to heal them.
;253;: It's dodgeball.
;251;: The game is over when either the medic is hit, or if everybody on one side but the team's medic is hit. When that happens, the victory goes to the other team. Oh, and I suggest that you give the medic a pair of body guards. The medic is the most important member of the game. They'll need the protection.
Confessionals: ;253;: Yes! I was always the dodgeball champion back at school. "The Lean Sniper", they used to call me. Not only was I a tough target to hit, but my aim was exceptional. I think this team's up for a third win in a row.
;391;: All right, guys, I really think it's time we improved our strategies.
;326;: Yeah. If we wanna stop getting whipped, we've gotta up our game.
;391;: Who do we make the medic?
;252;: I think we should make Spirette the medic.
;391;: Are you insane? Someone of her diminutive nature a player of value?
;474;: Actually, Gonzalez has a point. Spirette can't very well do any throwing, so it would be best to make her the medic.
;391;: Can't argue with that logic. Tails, Tella, you be Spirette's body guards. You two are the fastest players.
;276;: Can do!
;424;: Uhh, Sprites?
;251;: What is it, dudette?
;424;: I'm kind of worried about this one. I mean, what if a ball hits my face? A bruise would totally ruin my look.
;251;: I sympathize with you, actually. Anybody who delivers a strike above the chest area is out of the game. No attacks to the head or face, especially mine. Hit me in the face, and you get an instant boatride. *walks over to the bleachers*
;215;: Okay, we'd better pick a medic.
;198;: I'd happily take the job. I can wait around for a long time, and as everyone knows, a good medic needs patience!
;310;: Ha ha ha! That's so funny... *falls asleep*
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;062;: *has placed a line of balls in the middle of the field* Have each of you assigned a medic?
;198;: Yep!
;194;: Sure have!
;062;: Well, then, game.... On! *points a toy laser gun into the air, and pulls the trigger, causing it to make fake laser noises*
Confessionals: ;062;: I suuure hope that court order preventing me from using firearms expires soon.
;253;: Time to kick butt! *throws a ball*
;474;: Whoa! *dodges it*
;326;: Take this! *throws a ball at Jack*
;125;: *dodges* Gotta be faster than that to hit the King!
;332;: *is struggling to keep his eyes open*
;252;: Aim for the front line!!! *throws a ball at Carl*
;474;: *hurls a ball at Jamie*
;310;: *takes a blow to the head*
;332;: *gets hit in the crotch with the ball* Ooh, that's gonna smart... *collapses*
;474;: Ha ha! That showed them!
;194;: Sure did, Zip, now you're out of the game.
;474;: No big deal. *skips over to the bleachers*
;198;: Oh no! Jamie!!! *rushes to Jamie* Medic, coming through! Jamie, are you ok?
;310;: *has a big welt on her head* Uuugh...
;198;: Jamie!! How many fingers am I holding up? Trick question, I don't have any fingers! Oh, Jamie and Carl are too tired to do this! We've got to let them rest. It's up to us now. *prepares to escort Jamie to the back of the field*
;125;: No problem. The King can win without a captain!
;404;: Murk, for goodness sakes, be careful!!!
;326;: Take this! *throws a ball at Murk*
;069;: Waugh!!!
;404;: *blocks the ball, is tagged by Murk, and follows him back to the medic zone* What's Bello doing as the bodyguard anyway?
;094;: Well, we couldn't very well put him on offense, he'd suck.
;326;: We're going to win this, you hear?!?
;308;: Bacon!!! You're going to pay for that, you grubby, filthy swine! *hurls a ball at Bacon*
;326;: *gets the ball sent right into his mouth like an apple, and collapses onto his tummy* @_@
;062;: Time out! He needs an infirmary trip!!! *takes Bacon away on a stretcher*
;251;: Ares, illegal head shot. You're out.
;308;: Well, at least I got to show Bacon a thing or two. *walks off to the cabins* Tell me when we win this thing.
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;062;: *puts some glop on April's plate* Enjoy your meal.
;424;: You know I will, babe! *winks at Cook, and goes to take her seat* Hmm... *takes out a scoop of the glop, and eats it* Blech, this stuff is awful. Milo! Come here and let me cleanse my palette with the inside of your mouth. *moves over to Milo, and starts making out with him*
;404;: I've just lost my appetite, and it isn't because what's on my plate just twitched.
;391;: This is terrible! We've been subject to two consecutive losses! If these defeats continue, our reduced number of team members will severely jeopardize our chances of victory! To put it bluntly, we're totally friggin' screwed, peoples!!!
;252;: Come on, Professor, why so negative? We can still win this, right Sunshine? *looks over to the sleeping Sunshine* ...Is she gonna be all right?
;474;: It must be the residual effects of my sleeping draft.
;277;: But we were given the draft too, and we're just fine!
;474;: Yes, but your speedy metabolism allowed you to recover more quickly. It's temporary. Sunshine can probably be revived when we need to.
;356;: I think we'd best let her sleep for now. I have a feeling she's not much of a morning person.
;308;: Ha ha. Look at you, Kyogres. There's your most lethal team member. Snoozing like a cat on the sidewalk.
;326;: Hey, nobody asked for your opinion, Ares. We're not completely incompetent. Mark my words, we're going to break this chain of failures!
;308;: As if. And when we win again, I bet it's you who's going to take the fall, you disgusting wad of filth! *walks off*
;326;: Can you believe her?
;194;: Well, you are pretty gross.
;326;: *glares at Spirette*
;194;: Sorry...
Confessionals: ;326;: I have had it with getting beat time after time. If Ares thinks she and her team are going to have their way with us a third time, they’re dead wrong! I will not rest until the Roaring Groudons have been defeated!!! *falls asleep* Zzzzzzzzzz…. *wakes up* Sorry, the Awake-o-thon really made me drowzy. Anyway, I’m going to break this string if it kills me!
;215;: Hey, guys, guys, look who's back!
;253;: The triumphant return of our team's victors! Everyone give a hand to Carl and Jamie!
;215;, ;198; & ;125;: *all start clapping*
;332;: *trudges into the mess hall, with multiple bags under his eyes* I haven't been this exhausted since my first night shift... *collapses*
;310;: *walks in, looking exhausted* So... Tired... *collapses right into Fiona's mashed potatoes*
;404;: Stylish.
;198;: Hey, guys, guys, give Jamie a break. *strokes Jamie's head with his wing* The poor girl's been up all night from the energy drink. That really knocks you out.
;251;: *walks in* Well, that's too bad for you guys. Because the challenge is about to start now. And believe me, this one really is a knock out.
*all the competitors start heading out of the mess hall*
;062;: Up-si-daisy... *slings the sleeping Sunshine over one shoulder, and carries her out*
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;251;: *leads the campers to a field* All right, campers. For this challenge, this field will be your battle grounds, and these will be your weapons. *holds up a red ball*
;253;: So, the challenge is dodgeball?
;251;: No, I did that in the first season. No, this is a little game I like to call "medic". The basic point of the game is to hit your opponent with one of these balls before the opponent hits you.
;253;: Just like dodgeball?
;251;: Yes, I'll get to the diversities soon enough. Unlike dodgeball, if you get hit, or throw a ball that gets caught by an opponent, you have to sit down in the middle of the field. That's where the titular medic comes in. The camper who is named the medic must then go over to the stricken player, and tag them, to heal them.
;253;: It's dodgeball.
;251;: The game is over when either the medic is hit, or if everybody on one side but the team's medic is hit. When that happens, the victory goes to the other team. Oh, and I suggest that you give the medic a pair of body guards. The medic is the most important member of the game. They'll need the protection.
Confessionals: ;253;: Yes! I was always the dodgeball champion back at school. "The Lean Sniper", they used to call me. Not only was I a tough target to hit, but my aim was exceptional. I think this team's up for a third win in a row.
;391;: All right, guys, I really think it's time we improved our strategies.
;326;: Yeah. If we wanna stop getting whipped, we've gotta up our game.
;391;: Who do we make the medic?
;252;: I think we should make Spirette the medic.
;391;: Are you insane? Someone of her diminutive nature a player of value?
;474;: Actually, Gonzalez has a point. Spirette can't very well do any throwing, so it would be best to make her the medic.
;391;: Can't argue with that logic. Tails, Tella, you be Spirette's body guards. You two are the fastest players.
;276;: Can do!
;424;: Uhh, Sprites?
;251;: What is it, dudette?
;424;: I'm kind of worried about this one. I mean, what if a ball hits my face? A bruise would totally ruin my look.
;251;: I sympathize with you, actually. Anybody who delivers a strike above the chest area is out of the game. No attacks to the head or face, especially mine. Hit me in the face, and you get an instant boatride. *walks over to the bleachers*
;215;: Okay, we'd better pick a medic.
;198;: I'd happily take the job. I can wait around for a long time, and as everyone knows, a good medic needs patience!
;310;: Ha ha ha! That's so funny... *falls asleep*
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;062;: *has placed a line of balls in the middle of the field* Have each of you assigned a medic?
;198;: Yep!
;194;: Sure have!
;062;: Well, then, game.... On! *points a toy laser gun into the air, and pulls the trigger, causing it to make fake laser noises*
Confessionals: ;062;: I suuure hope that court order preventing me from using firearms expires soon.
;253;: Time to kick butt! *throws a ball*
;474;: Whoa! *dodges it*
;326;: Take this! *throws a ball at Jack*
;125;: *dodges* Gotta be faster than that to hit the King!
;332;: *is struggling to keep his eyes open*
;252;: Aim for the front line!!! *throws a ball at Carl*
;474;: *hurls a ball at Jamie*
;310;: *takes a blow to the head*
;332;: *gets hit in the crotch with the ball* Ooh, that's gonna smart... *collapses*
;474;: Ha ha! That showed them!
;194;: Sure did, Zip, now you're out of the game.
;474;: No big deal. *skips over to the bleachers*
;198;: Oh no! Jamie!!! *rushes to Jamie* Medic, coming through! Jamie, are you ok?
;310;: *has a big welt on her head* Uuugh...
;198;: Jamie!! How many fingers am I holding up? Trick question, I don't have any fingers! Oh, Jamie and Carl are too tired to do this! We've got to let them rest. It's up to us now. *prepares to escort Jamie to the back of the field*
;125;: No problem. The King can win without a captain!
;404;: Murk, for goodness sakes, be careful!!!
;326;: Take this! *throws a ball at Murk*
;069;: Waugh!!!
;404;: *blocks the ball, is tagged by Murk, and follows him back to the medic zone* What's Bello doing as the bodyguard anyway?
;094;: Well, we couldn't very well put him on offense, he'd suck.
;326;: We're going to win this, you hear?!?
;308;: Bacon!!! You're going to pay for that, you grubby, filthy swine! *hurls a ball at Bacon*
;326;: *gets the ball sent right into his mouth like an apple, and collapses onto his tummy* @_@
;062;: Time out! He needs an infirmary trip!!! *takes Bacon away on a stretcher*
;251;: Ares, illegal head shot. You're out.
;308;: Well, at least I got to show Bacon a thing or two. *walks off to the cabins* Tell me when we win this thing.
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I Crush Everything
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;125;: *tosses the ball*
;391;: *is hit* Medic!!!
;194;: Emergency!! *hops onto Tails and Tella*
;277;: Weewooweewoo!!! *makes siren noises as she and Tella carry Spirette to the Professor*
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;252;: *tosses the ball*
;424;: *gets hit*
;198;: *flies over to April to heal her*
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;125;: *throws a ball, and hits Gonzalez*
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;094;: Bleh! *shoots out tongue, and uses it to catch the ball, and toss it*
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;252;: *tosses ball, but it hits the ground, and bounces into Tom's eye*
;356;: Owowowowow!!!
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;125;: *throws a ball, and hits Sunshine*
;134;: Zzzzzz...
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;215;: Milo, go long!!! *throws the ball far back*
;253;: *runs after the ball, but hits a tree*
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;125;: *throws a ball*
;391;: Hmm. If the ball is coming at me 25 mph from a distance of two yards, and the cross breezes are slightly north east, then I should make an evasive maneuver about... *gets hit* One second ago.
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;125;: *throws a ball, and hits Tom*
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;198;: *sees a ball about to hit Jamie* Noooooooo!!! *jumps in slow motion, and tackles Jamie out of the way*
;069;: 0_o *gets smacked by the ball*
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;326;: *is in a bed in the infirmary*
;062;: *is trying to pull the ball out of Bacon's gullet* Maybe I should deflate it first... *pulls out a pocket knife, and cuts the ball, causing it to burst* Yipes! *ducks* .... Did he survive that?
;326;: *coughs up the deflated ball*
;062;: *gets out cell phone, and dials it* Cancel the shipment of roasted pork ingredients. It looks like he's gonna live.
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;125;: *is sitting down* Hurry up, medic, the King does not like getting cramps from squatting this long.
;069; & ;404;: *shield Murk as he moves to heal Jack*
;194;: Uh-oh!
;125;: Time for another King-style smacking!!! *tosses a pair of balls at Tails and Tella*
;194;: *quickly heals Tails and Tella* We're getting hammered! Professor, watch out!
;391;: I can’t help it! *gets hit* According to the laws of physics, he shouldn’t be able to throw that fast!
;125;: Physics can’t stop the King! *throws a ball at Sunshine*
;134;: *gets hit by a ball* Zzzzzzz... *rolls over*
;194;: Come on, Tom, why aren't you doing anything? You haven't made a single offensive move!
;356;: Sports aren't my forté. *gets hit*
;252;: *is the only one left on the field* .....
;125;: *grabs as many balls as he can at once and starts slinging them at Gonzalez*
;252;: *speedily dodges a host of balls*
;125;: *is out of balls*
;069;: *is holding a ball*
;125;: *tries to snatch the ball out of Bello's hands and throw it, but accidentally throws Bello along with it*
;069;: Waaaaaauuuugh!!!
*the ball flies over Gonzalez's head, but Bello lets go*
;069;: *drops onto Gonzalez*
;062;: *blows air horn* Halftime!
*all the campers walk off the field*
;194;: Great, Bacon, you’re back.
;326;: How’s the game going?
;277;: Terrible! Jack is totally handing our tailfeathers to us!
;391;: And it’s no thanks to Lazybones over here! *points an accusing finger at Tom*
;356;: Well, you’re one to talk, a slowpoke has better reflexes than you!
;194;: Guys, please! Now, things are looking really bad for us, and I don’t know how we’ll make it, because, no offense, you guys are doing terrible!
;474;: We need a strong leader to coach us to the win! Wait, I know! How about Sunshine?
*everyone looks at the sleeping Sunshine*
;194;: She doesn’t look in much condition to play.
;474;: Yes, but my sleeping draft should have worn off now. A simple slap to the face should wake her up.
;356;: Are you sure we want to do that? That chick’s as ferocious as an angry herd of rhinos.
;474;: Exactly. It’s that kind of aggression we need to win. It’s either that or the campfire again.
;194;: Okay, who’s going to go wake her up?
;356;: Don’t look at me!
;391;: Most certainly not!
;252;: Leave it to me, you guys! *walks towards Sunshine, while everyone looks at her, dumbfounded* I’ll get her up for you!
;326;: Heaven be with her soul… *covers eyes*
;252;: *goes over to Sunshine and tail-slaps her in the face*
;134;: *wakes up* Ow! Who the… You! *grabs Gonzalez around the neck* You think you can interrupt my dream about world domination, you irritating, hyperactive little…
;194;: *gets between Sunshine and Gonzalez* Sunshine, please! Our team’s losing really bad, and we’re all going to lose if you don’t help us!
;134;: Wait a minute… There was a challenge, and you didn’t tell me?!?
;356;: Well, none of us wanted to end up like her. *points to Gonzalez*
;252;: *is going blue in the face from the grip tightening on her neck* Can’t… breathe…
;134;: *realizes she’s still holding onto Gonzalez, and drops her* All right. I’ll do everything I can to prevent another downfall, but you all have to help too. Which means, you’ll do as I say. Got it?
*everyone nods*
;356;: Yeah, but sports aren’t really my forté…
;134;: Got it?!?
;356;: *looks frightened* Yes!
;276;: *flutters above the Kyogres* Half time almost over! Cook’s about to sound the horn!!!
;134;: All right. I’ll try to tell you my strategy quickly. *gets everyone into a huddle*
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;062;: Game will start again in three… two… one… *blows air horn*
;134;: All right, team! Remember one thing: Be ruthless!!!
;134;, ;252;, ;326; & ;356;: *all toss balls across the field*
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;215;: *gets smacked by a ball*
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;424;: *is knocked over*
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;094;: *is hit hard*
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;125;: Ha ha ha! *punches a ball away from him*
;251;: The ball still connected, Jack, that’s a hit.
;125;: *folds arms, and sits down*
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;134;: Prepare to fire!!!
;326;: *sticks a ball into his anus*
;356;: *slings Bacon over his shoulder like a bazooka, and aims with him, as he uses farts to propel the ball*
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;310;: *gets hit* Medic!
;198;: *goes over to Jamie, and heals her*
;310;: *is hit again* Medic!
;198;: *heals Jamie again*
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;134;: Come on, Professor, use your instincts!
;391;: Should that be my survival instincts or my primal instincts? *gets hit* I'm guessing survival.
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;252;: *flings the ball, causing it to move in a curve pattern*
;215;, ;069;, ;404; & ;253;: *are all hit by the curving ball, which goes right back to Gonzalez like a boomerang*
;252;: *catches the ball and blows the dust off it*
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;215;: Bello! Incoming! Twelve-o-Clock!
;069;: *is stunned*
;094;: …BOO!!!
;069;: Aaahh!!! *leaps out of the way of the ball, but it hits Fiona*
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;125;: *tosses the ball*
;391;: *is hit* Medic!!!
;194;: Emergency!! *hops onto Tails and Tella*
;277;: Weewooweewoo!!! *makes siren noises as she and Tella carry Spirette to the Professor*
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;252;: *tosses the ball*
;424;: *gets hit*
;198;: *flies over to April to heal her*
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;125;: *throws a ball, and hits Gonzalez*
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;094;: Bleh! *shoots out tongue, and uses it to catch the ball, and toss it*
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;252;: *tosses ball, but it hits the ground, and bounces into Tom's eye*
;356;: Owowowowow!!!
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;125;: *throws a ball, and hits Sunshine*
;134;: Zzzzzz...
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;215;: Milo, go long!!! *throws the ball far back*
;253;: *runs after the ball, but hits a tree*
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;125;: *throws a ball*
;391;: Hmm. If the ball is coming at me 25 mph from a distance of two yards, and the cross breezes are slightly north east, then I should make an evasive maneuver about... *gets hit* One second ago.
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;125;: *throws a ball, and hits Tom*
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;198;: *sees a ball about to hit Jamie* Noooooooo!!! *jumps in slow motion, and tackles Jamie out of the way*
;069;: 0_o *gets smacked by the ball*
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;326;: *is in a bed in the infirmary*
;062;: *is trying to pull the ball out of Bacon's gullet* Maybe I should deflate it first... *pulls out a pocket knife, and cuts the ball, causing it to burst* Yipes! *ducks* .... Did he survive that?
;326;: *coughs up the deflated ball*
;062;: *gets out cell phone, and dials it* Cancel the shipment of roasted pork ingredients. It looks like he's gonna live.
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;125;: *is sitting down* Hurry up, medic, the King does not like getting cramps from squatting this long.
;069; & ;404;: *shield Murk as he moves to heal Jack*
;194;: Uh-oh!
;125;: Time for another King-style smacking!!! *tosses a pair of balls at Tails and Tella*
;194;: *quickly heals Tails and Tella* We're getting hammered! Professor, watch out!
;391;: I can’t help it! *gets hit* According to the laws of physics, he shouldn’t be able to throw that fast!
;125;: Physics can’t stop the King! *throws a ball at Sunshine*
;134;: *gets hit by a ball* Zzzzzzz... *rolls over*
;194;: Come on, Tom, why aren't you doing anything? You haven't made a single offensive move!
;356;: Sports aren't my forté. *gets hit*
;252;: *is the only one left on the field* .....
;125;: *grabs as many balls as he can at once and starts slinging them at Gonzalez*
;252;: *speedily dodges a host of balls*
;125;: *is out of balls*
;069;: *is holding a ball*
;125;: *tries to snatch the ball out of Bello's hands and throw it, but accidentally throws Bello along with it*
;069;: Waaaaaauuuugh!!!
*the ball flies over Gonzalez's head, but Bello lets go*
;069;: *drops onto Gonzalez*
;062;: *blows air horn* Halftime!
*all the campers walk off the field*
;194;: Great, Bacon, you’re back.
;326;: How’s the game going?
;277;: Terrible! Jack is totally handing our tailfeathers to us!
;391;: And it’s no thanks to Lazybones over here! *points an accusing finger at Tom*
;356;: Well, you’re one to talk, a slowpoke has better reflexes than you!
;194;: Guys, please! Now, things are looking really bad for us, and I don’t know how we’ll make it, because, no offense, you guys are doing terrible!
;474;: We need a strong leader to coach us to the win! Wait, I know! How about Sunshine?
*everyone looks at the sleeping Sunshine*
;194;: She doesn’t look in much condition to play.
;474;: Yes, but my sleeping draft should have worn off now. A simple slap to the face should wake her up.
;356;: Are you sure we want to do that? That chick’s as ferocious as an angry herd of rhinos.
;474;: Exactly. It’s that kind of aggression we need to win. It’s either that or the campfire again.
;194;: Okay, who’s going to go wake her up?
;356;: Don’t look at me!
;391;: Most certainly not!
;252;: Leave it to me, you guys! *walks towards Sunshine, while everyone looks at her, dumbfounded* I’ll get her up for you!
;326;: Heaven be with her soul… *covers eyes*
;252;: *goes over to Sunshine and tail-slaps her in the face*
;134;: *wakes up* Ow! Who the… You! *grabs Gonzalez around the neck* You think you can interrupt my dream about world domination, you irritating, hyperactive little…
;194;: *gets between Sunshine and Gonzalez* Sunshine, please! Our team’s losing really bad, and we’re all going to lose if you don’t help us!
;134;: Wait a minute… There was a challenge, and you didn’t tell me?!?
;356;: Well, none of us wanted to end up like her. *points to Gonzalez*
;252;: *is going blue in the face from the grip tightening on her neck* Can’t… breathe…
;134;: *realizes she’s still holding onto Gonzalez, and drops her* All right. I’ll do everything I can to prevent another downfall, but you all have to help too. Which means, you’ll do as I say. Got it?
*everyone nods*
;356;: Yeah, but sports aren’t really my forté…
;134;: Got it?!?
;356;: *looks frightened* Yes!
;276;: *flutters above the Kyogres* Half time almost over! Cook’s about to sound the horn!!!
;134;: All right. I’ll try to tell you my strategy quickly. *gets everyone into a huddle*
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;062;: Game will start again in three… two… one… *blows air horn*
;134;: All right, team! Remember one thing: Be ruthless!!!
;134;, ;252;, ;326; & ;356;: *all toss balls across the field*
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;215;: *gets smacked by a ball*
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;424;: *is knocked over*
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;094;: *is hit hard*
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;125;: Ha ha ha! *punches a ball away from him*
;251;: The ball still connected, Jack, that’s a hit.
;125;: *folds arms, and sits down*
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;134;: Prepare to fire!!!
;326;: *sticks a ball into his anus*
;356;: *slings Bacon over his shoulder like a bazooka, and aims with him, as he uses farts to propel the ball*
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;310;: *gets hit* Medic!
;198;: *goes over to Jamie, and heals her*
;310;: *is hit again* Medic!
;198;: *heals Jamie again*
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;134;: Come on, Professor, use your instincts!
;391;: Should that be my survival instincts or my primal instincts? *gets hit* I'm guessing survival.
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;252;: *flings the ball, causing it to move in a curve pattern*
;215;, ;069;, ;404; & ;253;: *are all hit by the curving ball, which goes right back to Gonzalez like a boomerang*
;252;: *catches the ball and blows the dust off it*
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;215;: Bello! Incoming! Twelve-o-Clock!
;069;: *is stunned*
;094;: …BOO!!!
;069;: Aaahh!!! *leaps out of the way of the ball, but it hits Fiona*
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octoboy
I Crush Everything
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;474;: *goes over to Tom* What did I tell you? After getting Sunshine into the game, our team is winning!
;356;: I wouldn’t quite say “winning”. Improving, sure, but Jack’s still got a colossal upper hand, and the opposing team’s racking up some easy points by using the Professor as target practice.
;125;: Time for the sun to set, Shiney! *hurls a ball at Sunshine*
;134;: *is hit* Medic!
;194;: *goes over to Sunshine to heal her*
;277; & ;276;: *are covering Spirette, and notice two balls on the ground* Hmm… *pick up the balls, and throw them*
;424;: *catches both balls with her tail hands* Not today, birdies!
;277; & ;276;: *sit down*
;424;: Get ‘em while the guard’s down!!!
;125;: *grins* Gladly… *prepares to hold a ball at Spirette*
;194;: *looks terrified, as the ball reflects in her eyes*
;252;: If that killer ball hits Spirette, the game’s over!
;125;: *tosses the ball*
;134;: Well, we’d better make sure she’s not what it hits! *picks up Gonzalez and throws her into the path of the ball*
;252;: *gets hit straight in the head with the ball, and collapses*
;125;: Oh no!
;251;: That was a head shot, Jack! You’re out!
;125;: *sadly walks off the field*
;094;: He was our main line of offense!
;253;: It’s not over yet. THIS IS FOR CREAMING CARL’S FAMILY JEWELS!!! *throws a ball at Bacon, which hits him*
;424;: Hya! *throws a ball at Spirette*
;356;: *blocks the hit* Oh no! Now the only one out’s the Professor, we’re doomed!
;404;: Time to finish this! *steps out, and throws a ball at Spirette*
;194;: Aaahh!!! *braces herself for impact, but the ball is caught inches away from her* Huh? Who did that?
;391;: *has caught the ball* I’ve found my inner instincts.
;404;: *sits down*
;094;: Get ‘im!!!
*all the Groudons start throwing balls at the Professor*
;391;: *is dodging everything the Groudons throw at him*
;062;: Wow, he’s avoiding balls like you avoid paying me a check.
;424;: Give him all we’ve got!!! *throws a ball at the Professor, along with Josh and Jake*
;391;: *stands on his tail, and catches all three with two hands and a foot* My turn… *twirls around, throwing the three balls*
;253;: *ducks to avoid a ball*
;332;: *is hit by another ball*
;198;: Oh dirty angry monkey nuts… *gets hit dead-on by the third ball, causing feathers to fly*
;062;: Groudons’ medic is defeated! The win goes to the Raging Kyogres!!!
;474;, ;277; & ;356;: Yaaaaaayyyy!!! *all carry the Professor off the field on their shoulders*
;252;: *is taken off the field on the stretcher with a nasty head injury* I’m coming, Amelia… @_@
;094;: I can’t our team got beaten!
;215;: I can’t believe that moose isn’t pummelling Murk.
;198;: *has been knocked clean off the field, and is now tangled in a moose’s antlers* A-buh...
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;308;: *is sitting in the Groudon girls’ cabin, reading Seventeen, when she sees the other Groudons come in* Did we win?
;424;: No! The Professor beat the tar out of all of us!
;308;: What?!? Are you saying that thanks to this team of incompetents, there won’t be a Kyogre elimination, and I’ll have to put up with Bacon for another day?!? Well, I guess we’ll all have to choose somebody to vote off. Might as well be Carl. He was no help at all.
;332;: I apologize for my failure *hangs head in shame* In the army, I learned much about honour. And in a defeat, the honourable thing to do is admit when you’re at fault.
;253;: Hey, guys, I don’t think it’s fair to blame Carl and Jamie. It’s not their fault they got given energy drinks last challenge, and besides, that’s what won us the game. It’d be ungrateful to just get rid of them after that.
;308;: Well, you guys had better find somebody to vote off this show. I’ll see you at elimination. *goes back to reading the magazine*
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Well, it couldn’t be avoided. The Groudons have lost. A vote off is just what the doctor ordered, so… VOTE!
;474;: *goes over to Tom* What did I tell you? After getting Sunshine into the game, our team is winning!
;356;: I wouldn’t quite say “winning”. Improving, sure, but Jack’s still got a colossal upper hand, and the opposing team’s racking up some easy points by using the Professor as target practice.
;125;: Time for the sun to set, Shiney! *hurls a ball at Sunshine*
;134;: *is hit* Medic!
;194;: *goes over to Sunshine to heal her*
;277; & ;276;: *are covering Spirette, and notice two balls on the ground* Hmm… *pick up the balls, and throw them*
;424;: *catches both balls with her tail hands* Not today, birdies!
;277; & ;276;: *sit down*
;424;: Get ‘em while the guard’s down!!!
;125;: *grins* Gladly… *prepares to hold a ball at Spirette*
;194;: *looks terrified, as the ball reflects in her eyes*
;252;: If that killer ball hits Spirette, the game’s over!
;125;: *tosses the ball*
;134;: Well, we’d better make sure she’s not what it hits! *picks up Gonzalez and throws her into the path of the ball*
;252;: *gets hit straight in the head with the ball, and collapses*
;125;: Oh no!
;251;: That was a head shot, Jack! You’re out!
;125;: *sadly walks off the field*
;094;: He was our main line of offense!
;253;: It’s not over yet. THIS IS FOR CREAMING CARL’S FAMILY JEWELS!!! *throws a ball at Bacon, which hits him*
;424;: Hya! *throws a ball at Spirette*
;356;: *blocks the hit* Oh no! Now the only one out’s the Professor, we’re doomed!
;404;: Time to finish this! *steps out, and throws a ball at Spirette*
;194;: Aaahh!!! *braces herself for impact, but the ball is caught inches away from her* Huh? Who did that?
;391;: *has caught the ball* I’ve found my inner instincts.
;404;: *sits down*
;094;: Get ‘im!!!
*all the Groudons start throwing balls at the Professor*
;391;: *is dodging everything the Groudons throw at him*
;062;: Wow, he’s avoiding balls like you avoid paying me a check.
;424;: Give him all we’ve got!!! *throws a ball at the Professor, along with Josh and Jake*
;391;: *stands on his tail, and catches all three with two hands and a foot* My turn… *twirls around, throwing the three balls*
;253;: *ducks to avoid a ball*
;332;: *is hit by another ball*
;198;: Oh dirty angry monkey nuts… *gets hit dead-on by the third ball, causing feathers to fly*
;062;: Groudons’ medic is defeated! The win goes to the Raging Kyogres!!!
;474;, ;277; & ;356;: Yaaaaaayyyy!!! *all carry the Professor off the field on their shoulders*
;252;: *is taken off the field on the stretcher with a nasty head injury* I’m coming, Amelia… @_@
;094;: I can’t our team got beaten!
;215;: I can’t believe that moose isn’t pummelling Murk.
;198;: *has been knocked clean off the field, and is now tangled in a moose’s antlers* A-buh...
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;308;: *is sitting in the Groudon girls’ cabin, reading Seventeen, when she sees the other Groudons come in* Did we win?
;424;: No! The Professor beat the tar out of all of us!
;308;: What?!? Are you saying that thanks to this team of incompetents, there won’t be a Kyogre elimination, and I’ll have to put up with Bacon for another day?!? Well, I guess we’ll all have to choose somebody to vote off. Might as well be Carl. He was no help at all.
;332;: I apologize for my failure *hangs head in shame* In the army, I learned much about honour. And in a defeat, the honourable thing to do is admit when you’re at fault.
;253;: Hey, guys, I don’t think it’s fair to blame Carl and Jamie. It’s not their fault they got given energy drinks last challenge, and besides, that’s what won us the game. It’d be ungrateful to just get rid of them after that.
;308;: Well, you guys had better find somebody to vote off this show. I’ll see you at elimination. *goes back to reading the magazine*
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Well, it couldn’t be avoided. The Groudons have lost. A vote off is just what the doctor ordered, so… VOTE!
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Dittoman97
Piplup?
I vote Jack, the future athletic challenges will be near impossible for the Kyorgres if Jack remains...
Dan The Poke Man
MEGAMEGAMEGA
I vote Ares. She's being real stuck-up/snotty/... well, that pretty much does it. 
Waterpokes
Well-Known Member
Ares, that %&"!¤ can go home, and die alone!
She basically quit during todays challenge and she is annoying me.
It's no Carl, Jack, Jaime or anybody, except you Ares, who is going home.
!"#¤ you, &%¤#"!
She basically quit during todays challenge and she is annoying me.
It's no Carl, Jack, Jaime or anybody, except you Ares, who is going home.
!"#¤ you, &%¤#"!
kuriboh361
Bearer of Peace
I don't think I'll vote Ares since she's actually making contact with Bacon even though it is a brute one. I think I'll vote Jack for being a little too hot headed and arrogant. Besides, Jack reminds me of my other friend too well....
I vote Ares for being such a stupid b****. She talks big game. Plays no game. No point of keeping a trash-talker with small skills and a b***** personality. Sure she may have hit Bacon, but she got out of the game. she's letting her very weak skills get controlled by emotions.
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Sharpedo Boy
< Don't take drugs!
Ares for being pretty much a lazy *****.
Plusle+Minun
fanfiction is life
I vote Ares for being stuck-up and assuming the Groudons could win, not doing anything but an illegal shot...>>
MarshtompMan
DestinyTrainer 10yrs
Now, I would vote Jack, but this might be a good chance to get rid of Ares.
It probably wouldn't matter anyway.
So, I vote Ares for quitting, then getting angry when her team didn't win.
It probably wouldn't matter anyway.
So, I vote Ares for quitting, then getting angry when her team didn't win.
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