Hail Kinak,
Diane and I made our way up the steep path. About halfway up, we stopped to take a rest. We only had a minute before we were disturbed. Some shirtless geek in a sleeveless black leather jacket with a mohawk pulled up to us on his hog. He began rambling on about how this was his turf, blah blah blah, wanted a battle, yadda yadda yadda. In all honesty, in my half awake daze, a randomly chose a ball and threw it before going back into my rest. I hope whoever was in there would be all right.
Squishy, my Tentacool, grew from the broken orb. He flailed his tendril wildly from his laying place on the ground. It was not the wisest of things to use one out of water, but I was not aware of which one I had chosen. The punk sneered and threw out his ball. As it hit the ground, it seemed another Pokeball was inside, but it was not, of course. Squishy tried to aim his eyes at his opponent, but had very bad luck at doing so. He would just wait for it to approach him.
With great haste, the Voltorb rolled at him. Squishy quickly covered it with his tentacles, which was not he brightest of moves since now after each rotation, he found his head slammed into the ground. After clobbering for a while, the machine began to discharge a ringing noise that shattered Squishy's concentration. He returned in kind, but with waves of a different length. The frequency must have altered the ball's control center, for now it ran out of control, spinning to and fro.
Squishy latched back onto the thing and began to squeeze it. He squeezed until he strained his appendages. Accepting that he would have to find another way, he propelled his venomous skewer through it metallic shell. Another bad move on its part. Not only could it not poison something that had no flesh, but his stinger punctured a wire, and he received quite a jolt. The surge cast him off the Voltorb, delivering him into my lap. It regained control of its actions, and now split its body into top and bottom halves, revealing some sort of electric gun, from which it fired Cannons of Thunder. As chance would have it, it had terrible aim. I sat up, yawning and rubbing my eyes.
"What? You're still fighting that thing?," I questioned the limp figure on my legs as bolts strayed from their path all around us. "Just blast it and get things over with." I picked it up so its tentacles hung loosely. The scarlet gems on each side of his soft head gleamed as his eyes faded a bleached white. Instantaneously, he threw all of his limbs up in a equidistant pattern. A thick beam of sudsy foam leapt from his mouth. The thick white stream crashed against the Voltorb, knocking it back.
The dense lather had now coated its body. Constantly slipping in the bubbles, it struggled to straighten itself, but soon gave up. It choose just to resume fire from its current position. Finally, the other Pokemon made the mistake for the day. As it opened its body unveiling the electric weapon, the thick foam rushed in to fill the space. The poor thing began to short circuit and violently shake. Bright rays of light began to break past cracks forming in its shell. It was going to blow.
I catapulted my body and Squishy behind the lounging rock, and, after a few moments of wait, knowing it would be safe, pulled Diane down, too. The machine Pokemon detonated in a dazzling bang, sending debris in all directions. When I peered over the stone, I noticed the punk was gone. Regaining our lost vigor, we finished our way to Celadon City. There, I had Squishy, and all of my Pokemon, rest. Waiting no longer, we set out to Viridian. There really is not a path to there from this city, so we cut straight through the wilderness.
Growlithe, my shop's guard dog, was taking a short vacation from his post. He now ventured with me for the time being. My shop holds a raffle for customers every week, and I needed a prize to give away. Growlithe kept a sharp eye in the grass. The night was very much like the one I found him. A full moon shone down on our shoulders, dimly lighting our way through the otherwise jet black surroundings. Growlithe (who I have named ‘Fred' in this log, just because its easier to write) froze without warning, his head turned off the path.
"What is it, Fred?" I asked my not-really dubbed monster. Ignoring my question, he ran off into the bushes. The grass rustled brutally, and I could here a whine and barks. Out from the weeds popped a Bellsprout. It plopped on the ground before my feet, and Fred leaped on its back, crushing it. His mouth began to smoke, but the plant threw him off before he could light up. Displaying stunning reflexes, Fred caught his footing, and flame leapt from his mouth to the bud. Its body ablaze, I tried to beat it out with my coat. Unfortunately, my ‘Good Samaritan' Act turned to disaster as I knocked the Bellsprout unconscious. I shrugged, not really caring about how it became tame or a few scorch marks, and tossed a Pokeball...
From the desk of Jackdaw
