If only more spambots could be like "!runescapeismygame".
ANYWAYS, NEW STUFF.
I did an art trade with
Latsy, and this is the result.
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There have been many tales of pokemon trainers over the years. Tales of trainers leaving their hometown at the ripe ol' age of ten determined to become Pokemon masters, some of which actually had an influence on the world's events. Some trainers saved the world on numorous occasions.
But this isn't a tale about those trainers.
This is a tale about a girl named Yam. She's a sweet lass at the age of 17. She refuses to conform to the current fashion trends and hates the color white with a passion. She also has an eyepatch over her right eye. Turns out she got in a fight with her kid sister over Pokemon, which then turned ugly.
It's been a couple of weeks since Yam began her journey to become a Pokemon master, but she's taking a break from the stressful life of a trainer to enjoy a slice of cake.
Yam: I've been working my butt off the whole journey, I deserve this break. Plus Celadon cakes are awesome.
Unfortunatly for Yam, a set of evil eyes are set on the delicious pastry.
Team Rocket Grunt: Man that cake looks so good. I don't feel like paying for one, though. Those prices are highway robbery!
Then the grunt had an idea.
Grunt: Of course! I could just steal her cake! Genious!
Yam was just about to dig her fork into the delcious flesh of the cake, when the grunt called out to her.
Grunt: Hey, there's a rare Pokemon over there!
Yam: What? Where?
With Yam looking for the supposed rare Pokemon, the Grunt takes the opportunity to steal the cake. I'm surprised that actually worked.
Yam: There was no rare Pok-My cake!
Yam finally noticed that not only was her cake gone, but the Rocket grunt had stolen it.
Yam: Growlithe, chase after that guy!
Yam threw a red and white ball. The ball opened up and relased a small red dog with yellow-ish fur on its tail, face and head. The dog soon gave chase to the Grunt with Yam following close behind Growlithe.
Grunt: You pest! Zubat! Use Super Sonic!
The grunt threw his own ball, which relased a small blue bat. The bat screeched softly, which confused Growlithe. Growlithe tried to continue the chase, but found it difficult as the dog Pokemon stumbled with every other step. Yam recalled Growlithe and continued the chase.
Yam then cornered the grunt in an alley.
Yam: Give me back my cake!
Grunt: Make me!
Yam and the Grunt then engaged in an entirely uninteresting battle. Why was it uninteresting? The Grunt had six pokemon: One Zubat and five Magikarps. Yeah. I'm not putting you through that pain.
Having won the Pokemon battle (If she had lost, she'd be considered a lousy trainer.) Yam resumed her previous task of eating the cake. Just as she was about to take a bite of her well earned prize, a Fearow swoops down and snatches the cake.
Yam: Ah! My cake!
Yam then gave chase to the Fearow, ultimately contributing nothing to the world. Eventually she did have her cake, and ate it too.
Then Hero popped up from out of nowhere.
Hero: Why is everyone in this script a [bleeping]ing monster tamer?!
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