Part 1 is now over!
As there has been little activity on the forums lately, I am here to propose a way YOU can affect the development of Pokemon Universe.

This is a three part competition consisting of the following:

Part 1: Naming the professor (14th - 28th of December)
- Names must follow the 'tree' theme. E.g. Birch
- Names can be male or female, although there may be a bias towards the latter
- To prevent a huge wave of suggestions, users are limited to one name per day up to a maximum of 3, so think carefully.

Part 2: Creating a Bio (2nd of January - 14th of January)
- In this section, the prize goes to whoever writes the best background story for our professor.
- The bio must be short, with a maximum of 100 words.
- Users should be creative, and original.

Part 3: Create artwork (16th - 28th of January)
- In the final section, you must create a picture/sprites for the character.
- All sprites should be created in 48 * 48 pixels.

Rules
- Each part will last 2 weeks, with the winner being announced on Sunday evening (GMT).
- Any user may win, this means that all 3 sections could be won by one person.
- The PU Team has the final say on each decision and reserves the right to change any rules with no warning.

Prizes!
- Credit will be given to each winner for their contribution.
- Will be given exclusive access to a hidden area of the forum
- Will be first in line for any upcoming testing
- Will have secret dialogue options when talking to the professor

And also, you may attract our attention and be invited to join the team

Yet another amazing installation in the epic saga.
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His eyes watered from the harsh light emitted by the bare lightbulb dangling above his head; a dark man swam into view as they adjusted to the contrast. He was clean shaven and seemed to be in his early twenties. He had a dark complexion and was clearly of middle eastern descent. This surprised the boy, he hand't seen anybody so obviously foreign for years. It was an amazing feat that he had managed to avoid deportation.
He pushed himself into a sitting position, he still ached but the firey pain seemed to have subsided for now. He was in a drab empty room; the walls and ceiling were white, the floor stripped to boards. A curtain covered the single window, although sunlight crept through the dividing crack. 'An abandoned building, just like any other.' He thought to himself.

'Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty.' Stangely, the man's accent seemed to point to London middle class background.
'Where am I?' The groaned the boy. His voice was garbled and his tongue felt like a slug in his mouth.
'Not the most original line I guess...'
A previously unnoticed door in the corner of the room swung open squeakily on its rusted hinges.
A huge bulk stepped through the gap. His shoulders spanned the doorway and his head was dangerously close to the ceiling. Stubble covered his face, but it failed to disguise a jagged scar on his right cheek. His hair was short and straight; the impression he gave was not of somebody who took much care of his appearance.
'You're in one of our safe houses.' He growled. 'Camel has tended to your wounds, you'll be fighting fit in a week.' He indicated the dark skinned man. 'I'm Badger, we don't use real names here. After your display last night, you'll be known as Wolf.'

'What do you mean "our" how many of you are there?' Wolf only just realised his predicament.
'This is Kidnap, and this guy doesn't exactly look like he's gonna let me walk free...'

'I haven't counted our numbers, but we are not many. We represent those in society who have none to represent them. Namely foreigners.'

'What do you want with me? And what do you know about last night?'

'You're lucky we found you; not only did we patch you up but we have the CCTV tapes of your little scuffle.' Almost as an after thought Badger leaned in a little closer,
'Where did you learn to fight like that?' he whispered. His eyes glinted in awe.

Name: Declan
Age: 16
Location: United Kingdom
Quote: 'Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Give a man a fishing rod and he'll sit in a boat drinking beer all day'
Position: Secondary story/quest writer


1. Do you have pets? - A cat, Maximus (named after the gladiator in Gladiator) and a dog.

2. What is your favorite color? - Purple, dunno why. Apparently it's girly though ¬_¬

3. What kind of music do you like? - Mainly rock. I like all kinds so long as it's not too heavy. Old stuff is win too.

4. What do you do on your free time besides spending time on PU? - Judo, sail, hang out. Not much out of the ordinary.

5. What are your goals/dreams in life? - I've always wanted to invent something and name it after myself. And everyone would be like "I have to go use the Declan now"

6. What got you involved in PU? - Honestly? Spirit begged me to join. I quote "[23:45] <@Spirit42> i'm so lazy, i bascially hired a guy to keep me working"

7. What makes you different from the rest of the PU team? - Youngest member. Ooooh yeah *puts on sunglasses*

8. Who do you admire? Why? - I admire Nelson Mandela. Honestly a great man. If everybody had 10% of his greatness the world would be a better place.

9. Are you into sports? If so which ones? - Judo, Skiing, Sailing, Kayaking, Windsurfing

10. What is your dream job? - Engineer at ESA (European Space Agency)

11. What was your first screenname? - Hot_Choc_007

12. Do you have any piercings? - No, my body is a temple

13. Are you a lefty/righty? - Righty

14. Do you have any tattoo's? If not do you wish/plan to get one? - Nah, my body's perfect as it is.

15. Do you have any siblings?  If so, how many of each? - Younger Brother, younger sister, older sister.

16. What is your favorite website? - www.sickipedia.org , absolutely hilarious.

17. Do you play computer games?  If so, which ones? - Empire Earth, much better than this AoE crap the rest of the team plays.

18. Do you play video game consoles?  Which ones? - PS3 not that often though.

19. Are you married or planing to get married? - Not really thinking that far ahead yet, but yes hopefully.

20. Which languages do you speak? - English, Dutch, Bit of German.

21. Do you drink? - Yes, probably too much for somebody my age.

22. Do you smoke? - Never tobaccco

23. Do you have a license? - To kill? Yes
   a) Do you own a car? N/A
   b) Have you ever been stopped for speeding? N/A

24. Do you obtain a good amount of sleep daily? - Good solid 8 hours, providing I've not been out.

25. How do you sleep? - Surrounded by hot chics.

26. Have you ever been on an airplane? - Yes.

27. Have you ever broken a bone? - I broke my collar bone in Judo. I've also broken several bones of other people.

28. Do you wear jewelry?  If so what jewelry do you wear? - I have a leather bracelet. That is all.

29. How do you dress? - Jeans, hoody/ Jeans, t-shirt/ Jeans, polo. Depending on what's on the top of the pile.

30. How many keys are on your keyring? - 3, two keys for home and a school locker key. (We don't have combination lockers like in the states.)

31. What time do you go to bed?  What time do you wake up? - Weekend 2 am - 10 am. Weekday 11pm - 7am

32. What's the freakiest thing you have done? - Guessed somebody's birthday exactly

33. Do you live alone? - Nope, I have family

34. How many hours a day do you spend in the computer? - About 4

35. How many hours a day do you spend in PU? - About 4 (I usually have IRC running in the background)

36. What is your favorite beverage - coffee, tea, soda, beer, other? - Beer is most fun. But tastiest is Green creme soda.

37. What do you hate? - Football fanatics, Inequaltiy, being too lazy to go and get food, meeting new people.

38. What do you love? - Having a good time.

39. What is your religion? - the religion of awesome

40. What is your hair color? - Light brown

41. How tall are you? - 190cm or 6'3"

42. How much do you weigh? - 68kg or 11 stone

Also, you have one week to ask me any questions you feel I should have covered.

What with all these people writing stuff, I'd turn my hand to it. (Apparently it's in my job description)
Anyway, I've recycled a few old ideas, and if you've read my RP stuff it should be fairly obvious where my inspiration comes from.
Oh and finally, if my story sucks, don't worry the PU quest shouldn't, I put this together pretty quickly.
Here goes:

Snow covered the streets. It should have been cold. But anger is always hot.
Sweat poured down the faces of the crowd. It soaked into their clothes, melting the thin layer of white that had had a chance to settle.
The air felt as if it would rip under the stress of a thousand shouts and screams, punctuated by gunshots.

A teenage boy stood near the back of the throng. Baggy, ripped jeans covered his legs, and he wore a black hoodie, drawn tight to cover his face. He felt the anger surge through him.
It was infectious. It made him feel alive. It gave him a purpose.
How dare they come here and take what was his? Was he expected to give up what he'd spent his life making his?

His train of thought was interrupted as a man in front of him collapsed, blood spraying from his temple. A stray bullet had grazed his head. His lips were moving. Quickly the boy took a knee. The blood formed a pool around his head.

"Any sacrifice, any sacrifice" He murmured as life seeped out of him. Frantically the boy looked for something to stop the bleeding, but it was too late. Condensation had stopped curling upwards from his mouth. The pure dedication made the boy choke with emotion. He had to fight back tears for this man who he'd never known. For the first time he noticed what the man was wearing. A quote was scrawled by hand accross his shirt.
'I say a man who was nothing to die for, is not fit to live'
Forcing his sorrow to take a back seat, he stood up. This man had not given up even at death's door. He vowed that he would fight for these streets with tooth and nail.

With his renewed strength he looked around, ready to take on any figure of authority. But there was a change in the feeling of the crowd. A cheer rippled through the people. They had done it. They had won.


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Ok so for some of the older members here's a great pokemon game I found whilest searching the net. Now I know there are quite a few versions out there, I found this works the best (Not too many rules to remember)

1. Everytime the word pokemon is said, 1 gulp
2. Everytime pikachu says his name, 1 gulp
3. If brock gets a boner over any female (officer jenny for example) 1 gulp
4. If team rocket decides to show up, 1 sip.
5. If someone is not singing along to team rockets theme song, a slap and a gulp are in order for the guilty party.
6. If a pokeball is thrown, you must take 1 gulp
7. If a legendary pokemon is mentioned or appears, 1 gulp for the sheer honour.
8. If ash turns his hat, down your drink and prepare for the crap to go down.
9. If psyduck makes an appearance,1 gulp for his sheer incompetence.
10. If psyduck falls on his arse, down it
11. The first person to shout Gary is a bellend, as he appears can nominate one unlucky trooper to down his drink
12. Sip everytime togepi says his name (he never shuts up)
13. When team rocket blast off (again) 1 gulp.
14. If team rocket decide to do the good thing for once down your drink refill and drink again.

Some notes: I've tried this with many drinks but the best seems to be cider or beer. You don't want somebody throwing up on your carpet after all...

EDIT: Feel free to make up some of your own rules. I'll add them if I like them.

Okay, here's a short story I wrote for my GCSE English. Unfortunatley, I only got a B. Please tell me what you think.


Rebel on the Run
   Hundreds of people had been killed; people that were later found innocent. Hate and distrust of the police coursed through the public like poison through a body. They took to the streets to express their anger. They held placards emblazoned with slogans, while unimaginative they conveyed their feelings. “LESS POLICE MORE FREEDOM”. But one man felt that this was not enough. They had been subject to violence, and so they should respond in the same way, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. He threw the first brick. He killed the first policeman. He started the Mayday Riots.
   Jimmy cleared the wall and carried on sprinting as bullets pinged into the brick. He’d been found by the police and that meant the safe house wasn’t safe anymore. And if the safe house wasn’t safe then no where in this country was. Jimmy needed to get out. He felt a searing hot pain pass his cheek; the first policeman had climbed over the wall and had taken a shot. He put on a burst of speed, he tried to find an alley to escape into, but the openings were skimming by too fast. Running was sapping all his energy; the policemen would soon catch up. As Jimmy rounded a corner he ducked into an open doorway and ran up the stairs. Out of the window he saw the law enforcers miss the doorway and go past. Jimmy collapsed from exhaustion on a bed
   For starting the riots and murdering the riot police Jimmy had been sentenced to life without parole. Life was hard in prison he discovered. The other prisoners treated him with disgust but were angels compared to the guards. They spat in his food and swore and insulted him. He couldn’t take it. Luckily however, there was something Jimmy was very good at. Escaping. He persuaded the prisoners. They revolted and killed the guards. He didn’t care that he let thousands of criminals escape. Most of them were political prisoners anyway, ex-soldiers that had resisted the BNP’s takeover and the police-state.
   Light crept across the room to the bed where Jimmy slept and woke him. He was dazed at first but after coming to his senses he realised how lucky he was that he wasn’t found and captured. The room smelt wet and mouldy. He got up and looked around. The carpet was a brown colour with patches of green. Other than the bed the room was empty. He checked under the bed and found a 9mm pistol with a full clip, the firearm that the BNP had given out to every British citizen over 18. He opened the door and found himself in a lounge there was a rotting sofa which he carefully avoided. The other furniture in the room solely consisted of a bookcase and a desk. On one of the bookshelves he found a map of the United Kingdom. He crouched down by the desk and plotted his route out of England. France would be easiest but further east would be more preferable. 5 years ago this would have been simple but since the country went into lockdown all boats and planes out of the country had been suspended and the Eurotunnel had been demolished. He had never learned to fly a plane which left hijacking a boat or swimming. Either way the best place to make for would be Dover. A small noise startled him in the bedroom, but it was only a mouse. His mind was made up he would travel to Dover. The light outside was beginning to fade. Jimmy left.
   The journey to Dover was only a day’s walk away, but it was getting dark and Jimmy needed somewhere to stay the night that would be safe from the police. He was walking through an empty park with a breeze gently blowing through his hair and unidentifiable objects crunching under foot when he had an idea. After double checking the map he headed towards the woods in the centre of the park. As he approached, he could see a body of water past the large tangle of brambles and weeds. He clambered over a tree and found himself in the small space between the huge wall of greenery and the water’s edge. After ten minutes frantic search he found what he had been looking for, an old rowing boat. He gingerly sat in the boat and found that it still took his weight. He rowed out into the middle of the pond where he knew he would be virtually invisible and slept. Jimmy had come here as a child and slept under the stars, it had been his secret hiding place, but he hadn’t been here since he left to go to University.
   He awoke to a chorus of bird song. A glance at his watch told him that it was 6:34, he’d never been one for early mornings and groaned as he sat up, rocking the boat in the process. In the daylight he could make out the details of the forest. The pond was no more than a large pond, about thirty metres across in both directions. The trees surrounded it on all directions and domed in wards meaning that daylight only really reached the surface of the algae covered water in the middle, where he was now. In all the years since he’d been here something had changed, before the place had been littered with empty bottles and dog ends of cigarettes. Now he realised what the objects he had been walking on last night were. The area was littered with shell casings, the true evidence of what had happened when the riots had put the country on the brink of civil war.
He rowed to the nearest bank and clambered out. He heard something coming from the other side of the pond beyond the undergrowth. It was a number of voices. One talked with a sense of authority. Jimmy froze and held his breath with his mouth open to make as little noise as possible. There was a gunshot; the Police had found him again. Thrusting his way between plants he made his way into the open, as he came into the field he broke into a run, his eyes frantically searching for any cover. There was nothing. Spurts of dust sprang into the air around him as the mechanical explosions of gunfire started. After covering 5 metres he felt something smash into his back, he was thrown forwards onto the ground and the gunfire stopped. Nothing but his breathing was audible to Jimmy. He felt his back; it was covered in sticky liquid. Then the pain hit him, he desperately tried to crawl but he couldn’t move his arms from underneath him. He couldn’t understand how had the police found him? For some reason this was all that was important. Using all his effort he rolled onto his back. He screamed in pain as his wound touched the ground. But now he had the answer. On his right shoe was a green sticker, a tracker. Obviously the police had found him in that apartment.
Now he had solved the riddle Jimmy felt better. He was pretty sure the bullet hadn’t hit his spine, it wouldn’t kill him. A policeman was approaching but this didn’t scare him, he wouldn’t kill him. The police had kept Jimmie alive before, apparently he was useful. He first began to doubt this when the officer pulled a handgun out of his vest. Suddenly every sense sharpened itself. He could hear birds in the distance and the chatter of the distant policemen. He could smell the dampness of the forest just a few metres away. He could feel the long grass prickling his arms. He could taste the mud in his mouth from when he fell. And lastly he could see the determined expression on the man approaching him; he could see the words on the side of his pistol. The approaching man stopped and cocked his weapon. Jimmy became aware that he was speaking, he could hear them but they didn’t seem to make any sense. The man stopped talking and pointed the gun at his head. Time slowed down. He thought back to the men he had killed. He was surprised to find that he remembered the face of every single one. Suddenly his eyes focused on the gun. They zoomed in like binoculars on the finger on the trigger. He saw it pull back. And that was the last thing Jimmy ever saw.
Chris was bored. The museum was boring. Due to all of the wars in the last 200 years mankind used similar technology to that of the early 21st century. This meant that while everyday objects from 500 years ago were artefacts. Everyday objects from 2015 were still everyday objects, the only things that had changed was style. And Unfortunately for Chris recent wars hadn’t really occurred with the preservation of historical artefacts in mind. He had already visited the exhibit of vacuum cleaners and had realised that if you look really, really closely you can just about tell the difference between a modern vacuum cleaner and one that was 200 years old. However this particular exhibit seemed more interesting. “Criminals of the 21st Century”. As he walked in he was disappointed and turned to leave but one name caught his eye. “James “Jimmy” Daws”. Chris approached and read the information underneath. “Jimmy was the leader of the revolutionary militia which organised the Mayday riots. Jimmy himself was caught and jailed for this offense. Ministers called for his execution but as he pleaded guilty he could not be given the death sentence. However after 2 years of imprisonment he escaped with many political prisoners. Luckily within months a crack squad of secret policemen hunted him down and executed him. This prevented him from overturning the government with exiled rebels. He was considered the BNP’s biggest threat in its early years. Following Jimmy’s execution the police were able to hunt down the last remaining members of the revolutionary militia and UAF (United Against Fascism) and dispose of them.”