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Before you read this there's a couple things you should know. It's not very long, it's over one page but not very long. Alot of points in the story are NOT explained, and I'm not explaining them! It's for YOU to think about on your own. Anyway! Enjoy!
THE DAWN OF MEWKIND
Dr. Rukario held his glasses up, looking at his patients wound. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it! It seems as though you’ve been attacked! But by what?” the doctor exclaimed. “Well I’ll tell you what, put some of my patented Bruise Cream on it, and if it doesn’t help come back and see me!” With that his patient was out the door!
He immediately reached for his pocket and pulled out a cell-phone. “Boss, it lives” he told the man on the other line. Then a raspy voice came on. “Impossible, it was destroyed! Annihilated!” the voice came. “I know, I know, but no actual evidence of its destruction was found.” the patient replied. Too late his boss had hung up!
The patients’ name was Fred Prima or the Sales-slash as he was called. He could sell crappy Pokemon products better than any other door-to-door salesman. He was rich because of this fact, complete with penthouse apartment, and rooftop swimming pool, all at the heart of LA! Some people say he got his money another way though.
Fred was hardly a trainer but he did have several strong LV.100 Pokemon with impressive move sets, a Whiscash, Nidoking, Altaria, and Swellow.
The streets of LA were crowded and smog infested with many winding alleyways and gangs raring to attack, however there was nothing special about them. They mostly carried Koffings, sometimes a Weezing or a Muk. But nothing special. Frank turned down an alleyway called Death Alley; he pulled out a key and unlocked a metal door. Inside a voice immediately came…
“You’re late Frankenstein!” “LATE” The man pulled a fat cigar from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke at Frank’s face. “You know I like my customers on time!” the man said grinning. “Listen, I had a doctor’s appointment, alright!? So here’s your money, now tell me what I want to know!” Frank firmly stated while shoving his cash in the man’s face! “Alright, alright! Just because you’re a Millennium Admin doesn’t mean you have to get all huffy-puffy!” the man replied. “Anyway, that creation of yours! Let’s see what info I got on it!” he said…
Mr. Benjamin Craydilly! A master of extinct Pokemon, subscriber to Fossil Monthly magazine, uses his Kabutops and Armaldo as guards! Well he had just finished a heated battle with a friend, when his friend sadly had to go. His friend had sound so sudden! Next thing Craydilly was gone! Police said his house looked as if a twister had run through it!
Then all of the sudden the door ripped open! There stood a pair of burning glowing red eyes. They looked like something out of a horror movie! It was the figure of evil, MEWTWO!
Frank and the man were never seen again Mr.Craydilly’s body was found dead somewhere in northern New York state. And Mewtwo’s rampage mysteriously stopped all of the sudden!
THE END…. OR IS IT?
THE DAWN OF MEWKIND
Dr. Rukario held his glasses up, looking at his patients wound. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it! It seems as though you’ve been attacked! But by what?” the doctor exclaimed. “Well I’ll tell you what, put some of my patented Bruise Cream on it, and if it doesn’t help come back and see me!” With that his patient was out the door!
He immediately reached for his pocket and pulled out a cell-phone. “Boss, it lives” he told the man on the other line. Then a raspy voice came on. “Impossible, it was destroyed! Annihilated!” the voice came. “I know, I know, but no actual evidence of its destruction was found.” the patient replied. Too late his boss had hung up!
The patients’ name was Fred Prima or the Sales-slash as he was called. He could sell crappy Pokemon products better than any other door-to-door salesman. He was rich because of this fact, complete with penthouse apartment, and rooftop swimming pool, all at the heart of LA! Some people say he got his money another way though.
Fred was hardly a trainer but he did have several strong LV.100 Pokemon with impressive move sets, a Whiscash, Nidoking, Altaria, and Swellow.
The streets of LA were crowded and smog infested with many winding alleyways and gangs raring to attack, however there was nothing special about them. They mostly carried Koffings, sometimes a Weezing or a Muk. But nothing special. Frank turned down an alleyway called Death Alley; he pulled out a key and unlocked a metal door. Inside a voice immediately came…
“You’re late Frankenstein!” “LATE” The man pulled a fat cigar from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke at Frank’s face. “You know I like my customers on time!” the man said grinning. “Listen, I had a doctor’s appointment, alright!? So here’s your money, now tell me what I want to know!” Frank firmly stated while shoving his cash in the man’s face! “Alright, alright! Just because you’re a Millennium Admin doesn’t mean you have to get all huffy-puffy!” the man replied. “Anyway, that creation of yours! Let’s see what info I got on it!” he said…
Mr. Benjamin Craydilly! A master of extinct Pokemon, subscriber to Fossil Monthly magazine, uses his Kabutops and Armaldo as guards! Well he had just finished a heated battle with a friend, when his friend sadly had to go. His friend had sound so sudden! Next thing Craydilly was gone! Police said his house looked as if a twister had run through it!
Then all of the sudden the door ripped open! There stood a pair of burning glowing red eyes. They looked like something out of a horror movie! It was the figure of evil, MEWTWO!
Frank and the man were never seen again Mr.Craydilly’s body was found dead somewhere in northern New York state. And Mewtwo’s rampage mysteriously stopped all of the sudden!
THE END…. OR IS IT?