Hey, I'm Tempest, and I've decided to start this blog to record my life because, well, something strange happened yesterday, and I have a feeling life is going get pretty noteworthy from now on, and I need a place to gather all my thoughts. Two universes have collided, and nothing will ever be the same again. So, this is what yesterday was like:
Me and a friend of mine, Ragnarok (a nickname picked up from some mythology (Norse?) meant to be some big destroyer of worlds anyway, and he liked the sound of it.) were hanging out, and having a very nerdy afternoon of Nintendo. To be precise, Pokémon. We both grew up with it, and never really grew out of it. If you hate Pokémon, I suggest you stop reading now. Anyway, I'm on a Gap Year, (Yep, a 19 year-old that still likes Pokémon, dealt with it) and he's on that bit of Study leave at the end when nobody actually has an exam, so we had plenty of free time.
There we are, me playing Heartgold, Rag redoing Firered for about the hundredth time. He'd just chosen his starter, Charmander, and was being lectured by Professor Oak. I'd finished the plot of Heartgold, and was now just training a Rattata I'd caught because I've always liked Rattata. What's not to love about a cute little purple mouse? I'd bred one with an Arcanine, and now the Rattata I'd just hatched had inherited Flame wheel. As soon as I found out it could, I had to try it! It was level 5, and I was deciding what TM's to give it. I'll admit, I DO have an Action Replay for things like having all the TM's, but I don't go in for the whole 'Raise a bunch of legendaries to level 100 and crush all who oppose me' thing. I tend to only use it for getting items, and occasionally encountering certain pokémon.
'I hate how Pokémon can only four moves in these games. I swear half the ones on the cartoon know at least five. How can it be that easy to forget a move? Like water gun, or ember. If you make a Pokémon forget one of those to learn, say, Flamethrower or Hydro pump. They are essentially larger versions of the other moves. I find it highly unlikely that if it learns how to make a huge jet of fire, it forgets how to make a small one.'
Ragnarok smiled. 'Yeah, but if a Pokémon knows Hydro Pump, does it really need Water Gun?'
'More PP and accuracy, but god point. You know what I mean though.'
'It is annoying, yeah.'
At this point his battery ran out, so I said he could use my DS in a sec. We slotted the cartridge in while I was saving my game. All I had in my party was Rattata, and an egg. I was going to do more, but Rag wanted to see how much progress he'd lost (No chargers were around).
As the save completed, the world seemed to wobble. Bands of rippling purple light shot across us, and the room seemed to spin. There was a sort of pulse in the air in front of us, and a small tear opened up, full of a dark energy, with streaks of colour darting across it. In the second or two it was open, we heard a roar, and saw a flash of a white claw before a shard of pink light shot out. As the tear closed, it seemed to emit a wave of ferocious power, which caught my DS first. As I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder, my DS glowed, picking up a strange power. The wave of energy intensified, and exploded outwards, throwing me and Ragnarok back against the wall.
A minute or so later I groggily managed to sit up, in time to see both cartridges in my DS emit a glow, and spit out little balls of light, which grew, and faded to become two red and white balls, and a fairly large egg.
'What?!' Ragnarok had woken up too. I examined the bit of my right shoulder that was stinging. The shard had embedded itself in my skin, and become a slightly raised, rock hard, shiny bruise.
'I should probably get this looked at..'
'Eww. Wierd. Oh wow, Look!'
I returned my attention to the egg and, astonishingly, Pokéballs. The balls suddenly sprang open and released twin streams of red light. One solidified into a small purple mouse, the other into a little red dinosaur with a flaming tail. They looked around, confused, and a little scared, then saw us, seemed to recognize us, and trotted over.
'Ratta...ta?!'
'Ch-Charmander?!'
Hearing their names, they leapt on us, happy.
'Ratta! Ra! Rattata!'
'Char! Charmander!'
We embraced our pokémon, and turned to each other.
'This is..so Cool! What happened? That thing in your shoulder?'
'I don't know! But what the hell do we do now?'
I smiled down at Rattata, still in shock. This was going to be fun. Difficult, but fun.
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