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Keep the story going!
stephenkill2:
Unfortunately, Gibble is a half-dead zombie husk of its former self and reeks of alcohol because the dragon shaman is a drunk and puked on him, and after committing illegal poke-mutation crimes , state pokeists come and maim the dragon shamon.
RIP Dragon Shaman
Age: 72
TOD: 10:10 AM
Cause: Fed to Sharpedos
Jerry:
However, after the Shaman's intervention, Gible was now an undead pokemon and could withstand multiple hits without getting tired.
obi:
Suddenly the trainer heard a faint voice. "Kid.... kid.... kid?!" Nurse Joy snapped the trainer back into reality. "You gonna take this Rattata, or what? I gotta go help the Pokemon that aren't beyond hope". Drake looked sorrowfully at his Gible laying there, body battered and breathing labored. The Gible caught his eye and gave him a look as if to say "Don't look so sad. This is why I was born. Remember...the good times...." Suddenly, Whitney Houston's voice emanated out of nowhere 'And Iiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeiiiiii will always love yooooooouuuuooooowhoooaaa', as flashbacks of the trainer and Gible frolicking in the meadow flashed by. Drake holds his Pokemon's lifeless corpse close to his bosom and bawls uncontrollably, as Nurse Joy and the other Pokemon at the Center look on uncomfortably.
stephenkill2:
She puffs smoke in his face and offers the 10 year old a rattata and a pack of cigarettes, and she said she'll search the back for a few beers. >.>
spirit:
Suddenly, spirit walks in, holds a magic staff high in the air, and exclaims: "What has happened here? For all your stupidities, I shall now end this world, and bring us into a new, parallel, universe, where people actually write at least half decently!"
THE END
Sorry, the last like 10 (or something) comments just got on my nerves way too much, and believe me, if something is seriously bugging me enough to do this, it is definitely no good!
Ok, time for story number three, and let's try to keep it from turning out like this one shall we?
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Zoe was laying on her bed, embracing the soft pokeball sheets, and staring at her clock on the wall, waiting for the time when she would be able to go out and meet with her friend teddiursa in the forest behind her house.
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