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| Topic Started: Jul 9 2007, 07:51 AM (342 Views) | |
| Jolt | Jul 9 2007, 07:51 AM Post #1 |
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Reach for the stars, and you'll hit the roof.
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Toilet paper its a wondrous invention. Hell, after using leaves to wipe my ass, anything better would feel like a gift sent from god. The porcelain was cold, but was better that shitting in a pile of snow. Toiletries some of the things taken for granted. I washed my face with hot water and stared at the reflection in the mirror. I remembered the times I had taken no prisoners, and trained my pokemon in the same fashion. Time changes people, I guess. At any rate, I hated the person looking back at me. He was a pussy. The brightness of the white restroom was second to the pokemon center lobby. The florescent lights looked as though they had just been changed, and they held sunlight itself. Too bright entirely too bright. Trust me; it was more annoying that it sounds. The perkiness of Nurse Joy was annoying as well, but it was something I had gotten used to one of the few things a trainer has the luxury to get used to. She spoke, but I really wasnt paying attention to her. By her upbeat tone, I could tell that my pokemon were fighting fit once again. Sure enough, when I approached the counter she extended six pokeballs. I took them and left without a word, not even a thank you. Someone shouldnt be thanked for doing their job. Slumber City was a cold place. Normally this wouldnt sit well with me, but I had caught some powerful pokemon in the general area, so I couldnt complain. Well, I could but it wouldnt do any good. So, instead, I walked through the city and admired the sites. People seemed nice enough, but I still didnt like it. The whole aura of the entire area made me feel like I was in school again. The city was the football team while I was doing their homework. It wasnt their fault; it was just the way of things. There is no way around it. I spoke to nobody on my way through the town in fear of being put in a garbage can, and having my lunch money stolen. I finally arrived in the pokemon gym, the second stop on most of my city visits. Just standing there, I was overcome with power. The feeling was familiar the same thing happened in the forest to the south. It was frightening, so much so that I headed back to the blistering cold to the north. I wanted to do the same thing again (run), but something caught my eye. There was a sign outside of the gates. Call it curiosity call it the need to know if I could still read I had to check it out. Legendary Gym. Talk about cocky. Giving yourself the title of Legendary was just arrogant. Hell, maybe it was well-deserved. I would have to find out. Later. I had run into a streak of bad luck at gyms, and was in no hurry to continue it. I was content to leave without making a challenge. Some old fellow interrupted my train of thought with his raspy voice. Can you imagine a gym full of legendary pokemon> Ive never seen a single legendary pokemon, but. He kept rambling on, but I ignored him for the most part. Anyone talking about a gym that uses legendary pokemon didnt warrant my attention. I left, leaving him there to continue the conversation with himself old bastard. I reached the edge of town and looked north. Mountains loomed over the skyline no doubt filled with pokemon. Such a place probably hadnt been traversed by humans in a long time, so it would be ripe for training my new team. Without looking back, I started walking. I didnt know where I was going, just that I was going. It wasnt long before the land took a slight incline upwards. The base of the mountains, I assumed. Snow covered the ground for the most part, giving the place that cold-as-shit feeling. It wasnt just a feeling; it really was cold-as-shit. The slow rise in elevation made every step harder to take than the one before it. All in all, it wasnt a very good place to be. But, I continued in hopes of getting something out the ordeal. Hours passed and nothing had come up. There were pokemon tracks in the snow, but they looked to be those of a pack of wild Swinub or some other useless specimen. I checked the ground as I walked, and finally spotted something. Tracks, not from a pokemon though rather, some device or contraption. Two thick continuous lines looked to be those of skis to me. If so, then someone had come before me, and recently, too. That would explain the lack of excitement. I followed the tracks north in hopes of coming upon something this skier had dropped. To my dismay, there was nothing. The trail was clear. It was a bit of a let down, but that all changed when I spotted it a cabin. The tracks led to the makeshift dwelling, so I was naturally led to believe that someone lived there probably just some extreme sports junkie here for the fresh powder. I was approaching the cabin when I realized there was a steep slope directly behind it. There was no way to climb it without equipment or starting an avalanche, unless I found another route around it. I would inevitably have to make my way back down the mountain, so I figured I would try to rest here for a bit. I knocked on the wood door, and nobody answered. I knocked again, a little harder, causing snow to fall off of the slanted roof. Still, no answer. Obviously nobody was home. With nothing else better to do, I circled the place peeping in the windows. I spotted a fireplace and a kitchen equipped with a stove, along with a shower in the bathroom. I had to get in somehow. Breaking and entering wasnt my thing but for hot food and a shower, it was something I would gladly do. The windows were the kind that didnt open you know, those glass block things. There was no back door, so that left the front one. I was getting frustrated, and felt like the cabin was mocking me. I turned the doorknob in an effort to get someones attention on the inside. To my surprise, it opened without much of a fight. I guess it wouldnt make sense to lock a door in the middle of nowhere, would it? The cabin looked better on the inside. It was warm, cozy even. I immediately went for the fireplace and used what wood was there to create warmth. It felt wonderful almost orgasmic. Almost. I made my way to the kitchen and made a can of soup. It wasnt my pick, but I had little choice. The cupboards didnt have much corn, green beans, peas I was never much for vegetables. There were a few cans of ravioli and spaghetti-Os, but I needed something warm. Soup would have to do. I warmed it on the oven and brought it near the fire to further enjoy myself. I sat on the couch, an old looking thing like something out of an antique magazine. The table in front of it was a bit newer wood, covered in scattered magazines and paperwork. I ate. Each sip of broth went down warmer than the one before it. Not being a slob, I took my bowl to the kitchen and placed it in the sink for the owner to clean. I ventured my way to the bedroom on search of a bathrobe of sorts. I needed a nice shower, but on my way, I spotted something on the table with the clutter. A badge. At first it looked like that of a cop. It wasnt, rather one of a pokemon ranger. A fucking pokemon ranger wonderful. I hated them. I hated their morals. I hated everything they stood for. This gave me reason to stay a while, and fully partake in the luxuries this place had to offer. I still needed a shower, but if I was in it when the ranger came back, I would be screwed. So I did the only thing a pokemon trainer could do, and released a pokemon. It was Hashmal, my loyal Zubat. It had been with me for as long as I could remember, and I knew she wouldnt have a problem doing what I asked of her. She flew to my face and nuzzled my face before I could giver her instruction. This was customary, though, and I expected it. My orders were simple attack anything that walks through the door, preferably something that renders a foe helpless something like a Poison Fang would do nicely. She chirped, and took flight, roosting herself in a corner of the room overlooking the door. This left me to enjoy myself. I found a robe in the bedroom. It was blue and made of cotton, and quite warm. I also rummaged through the drawers for some clothes. Oddly enough, this ranger was my size. A backpack was in the closet, so I filled it with socks, pants, anything that I could fit in it. I placed the bag by the door as to not forget it when I left, and gave one last nod to Hashmal before heading to the bathroom. The steam from the hot water filled the room. It felt good just standing there. When I stepped in the shower, a strong sense of relaxation and pleasure took over. It was just like home, except better. It must have been too long since my last shower, because I noticed I had an erection. I immediately begun thinking that I needed a female, and soon. I thought back to the last one I had been with. I met her at a battle tournament of sorts. She was a knockout not very bright, but real easy on the eyes. I forgot her name, but I vividly remember her ass. When I woke up form my fight with King Dirigible, she was gone. Up until now, I hadnt thought much of it. I turned off the water, dried off, and dressed myself in the newer warmer clothes. The steam stayed in the room, making it near impossible to see in the mirror. So, I opened the door to let it escape. A sudden noise broke the monotony of the situation. It was an odd noise, but a familiar one. I rushed into the main room to see what was causing it when I saw it. A man was on the floor. He was about my size, laying there propping the door open with his limp body. I ran over him and closed the door as to not let the heat escape. Help... He spoke in a low voice. I could barely hear him at all. Apparently he was hurt. I bent down to inspect the situation, and saw the wound. A bite mark was on his leg, and around it was a purplish liquid. I instantly knew that Hashmal had gotten to him. She had done her job well, because he was laying here near death. I looked around for her, and spotted her roosting in the same corner, still overlooking the door. The only difference was that now she was exhausted and gasping for air. Judging by the wound, she gave her all into making sure this guy didnt make it very far. I congratulated her on a job well done, and returned her to the confines of her pokeball for a rest. The poison was taking over this guys body, and fast. He was pale, almost cotton white, but there was nothing I could do to help him at this point. If there was, I probably wouldnt have. He was a ranger after all. So, I checked him for valuables. He didnt have much rope, two-way radio, poketch, basic survival garbage. I placed his things on the already cluttered table, and drug his limp body to the fireplace. It had died down substantially, but when I placed the body in the fire, it picked up once again. The smell was horrendous, but I was used to awful smells. Still, it made me gag on several occasions while the flesh and bone burned to nothing. I was willing to gag for heat. Another noise caught my attention. This one came from outside, so I ran to the window to see what it was. Another ranger, this one was female. I didnt come across any female clothing in the drawers, but I chalked that one up to me not looking for any. I reached for the rifle I had been carrying around with me, and waited for her to walk in. It took mere seconds before she did, and after walking into the cabin, I made my presence known. The butt of the rifle acted as a ram, as it was forced into the back of her head. She fell to the floor like a log, unconscious. I rolled her onto her back to check if she was breathing. She was, but I cringed when I spotted her mug. It wasnt deformed or anything like that, just ugly as hell. It was safe to say this one wasnt someone the boys in school fought to have a romp in the sheets with. She was gross, pure and simple. I couldnt help but notice her body in the situation I was in. Contrary to her face, it seemed like she was pretty well-put-together. My lust had returned, as my erection reared its ugly head once again. I wanted to leave her be, but it would seem that my penis had won, because before I knew it I was dragging her into the bedroom. I used the rope I had come across on the male ranger and tied her to the bed. I was hesitant, but I commenced in cutting off her clothes with my faithful blade. She didnt look too bad. Her breasts werent too big, but werent too small either maybe about a 32B. Her stomach was flat, and her hips were a bit wide, giving her curves. The vaginal area was shaved, all except a small patch of hair. I believe the kids nowadays call that a landing strip. Her legs were nice, and her feet were well-groomed. But her face ruined the picture. She was a butterface, in that she was attractive everything butterface. The thing about butterfaces is that its easily fixable. All you need is a paper bag. I looked in the kitchen for one, but came up empty handed. I found a plastic bag, but I couldnt use it. Fucking a corpse was something I wasnt about to do. But there was nothing else. So, I cut a hole in the bag over where her mouth would go so she could breathe. With the worst part covered, my penis took over, and the deed had begun. She woke up about halfway through, screaming for help and things of that nature. I backhanded her to try to shut her up, but it only worsened the situation as she screamed even louder than before. I was tempted to knock her out again, but I didnt. Instead, I finished my business and left her in the room to scream. Now, most people would call what I had done rape. But, I think rape is a bad word. I like to think of it as having sex with a woman without her permission sounds a lot better. Hours passed and she hadnt quieted down. I had it long enough. I stormed the bedroom with my knife in hand. Without hesitation, I slit her throat. She immediately stopped screaming. In its place were random gurgling and gasping sounds. In seconds, she was gone. I took her body, and did away with it in the same fashion I had done the previous ranger. The cabin was again filled with the dead stench, but also heat. I contemplated leaving then but this cabin, it still had food and a shower. So, I stayed. My team of pokemon enjoyed romping a frolicking in the snow, while I enjoyed stuffing my face and being warm. It was all quite nice. Nice, though short. The food lasted only a few days, and wood for the fireplace had run dry. With no reason to stay, I left. With a backpack full of clothes, I set out into the cold once again. I took a few steps into the snow before I realized how much this sucked. Looking back at the cabin, I realized I couldnt simply leave everything there. My prints were all over the place, and more rangers would probably come. I had to leave in style. The only thing in my mind at the time was heat probably because I was cold again. I released Famfrit, my Houndour, and told him to burn the place to ashes. The playful pokemon eagerly complied, and in minutes, the cabin was in flames. Just looking at the blaze was providing heat. But, I knew the fire and smoke would attract others, so I headed down the mountain slope toward the city. The trek was boring to say the least. I guess it was for the best, because I was soon right outside of Slumber City. Before I even stepped into town, that arrogant aura came over me once again. This place wasnt somewhere I liked. Hell, I could care less if the whole place ceased to be I stopped and started to think. What was to stop something like an avalanche from burying this place? Nothing that I could think of. Who in the hells puts together a city at the base of a steep mountain covered in snow anyways? In fact, it serves them right if they think they can defy nature. So, with nothing stopping me, I released Zeromus, my Golem, and stared up at the mountains. They were intimidating just to look at them. I told Golem to use an Earthquake. The heavy pokemon was not dumb, and knew what would happen. He looked at me like I was drunk or high or maybe both. I looked back down at him with a stone-face, and he knew I wasnt joking. The Earthquake came, followed by the mountains awakening. It didnt seem too happy as it rumbled and moaned. I looked up and saw nothing but snow mounds of snow, all barreling down the slope. It was a matter of time before the place was buried. I quickly returned Golem, and began running south and eventually, after traversing through ice and bitter coldness wound up back here. |
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | |
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| Jolt | Jul 9 2007, 07:53 AM Post #2 |
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Reach for the stars, and you'll hit the roof.
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Explinations OK... I first want to thank jc for making me loathe pokemon rangers so much. Thanks bud. I know alot of this is filler. The main goal of this is to bury Slumber City and the people that live there. The whole thing with killing rangers was an after thought. I tried to tone down the whole raping and killing stuff as to not offend people. I didn't know how to end it, so thats why it just kinda... stops. Also, you may notice that this freeform is in first-person, which is something I don't do. Reasoning behind that is that I am telling Thor, my Turtwig what happened in the pokemon center in Pontarctica. I swapped him out for Golem during the freeform. I didn't divide it up into chapters or seperate posts because of that as well. For logistics sake, the cabin was at the edge of the landmark Steep Slope 2 near the Guardian Mountians. The Earthquake that cuased the avalanche was done in between Steep Slope 1 and Steep Slope 2 by Slumber City, so the snow was coming from 2 directions on the city itself. I guess what I am looking for is maybe -:fp, Slumber to be buried, me to be at Pontartica, and maybe (if it even applies here, I doubt that it does). Any questions, post them here or PM me.
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Profile APL - 68.4 Crobat, Rhyperior, Kingdra, Houndoom, Persian Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you - very homosexually. -Peter Griffin Your mama wears cowboy boots to bed. How do I know? I had sexual relations with your mama. -Steve Carell If I can't do it, homie it can't be done. -Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson I'm a dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude. You a dude that don't know what dude he is! -Robert Downey Jr. | |
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| York | Jul 21 2007, 08:32 AM Post #3 |
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Well. I thought this would have more to do with actually trying to cause an avalanche. The fact that the apparent point of the whole thing amounted to two paragraphs randomly tacked onto the end made the whole thing a bit more ridiculous. Frankly... this whole thing is boring. Nothing of interest happens; what does happen isn't interesting because it's so devoid of motivation or impact. The way it's written is utterly bland and unengaging; I have no idea why you chose to write about what you did in the first place (the details of getting into the cabin and what you decided to eat were fascinating in the first place, I'm sure, but it didn't quite communicate to me). In the simplest terms, the whole thing just seems gratuitous to me, so I'm not approving the burial of Slumber, and I'm not giving you any experience. You can be in Pontarctica, though. |
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| Jolt | Jul 21 2007, 08:47 AM Post #4 |
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Thank you sir. -If I did a freeform trying to set up an avalanche, it would be probably one paragraph long. I can only say an Earthquake caused it and extend it for so long without getting stupid. But, I agree that the whole thing came about abruptly at the end. The rest was pretty much filler because, as I stated previously, a freeform with just an avalanche would have been ridiculously short. My character usually doesn't need motivation to do things... he just does then. From a grading perspective, I see now that there was not enough background or reasoning for the whole thing. I'll work on that, I suppose. Again, thank you sir. |
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