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« on: January 01, 2012, 07:34:40 PM »
Happy new year everybody. This new look is a take a while to get used to, but I'll adjust.
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« on: December 21, 2011, 03:45:54 AM »
Dover used an Ice Beam on the lock, freezing it. He then smashed it with his claw, and it hung open and loose. He darted out, and scaled the wall which his cage was indented in to, careful to steer clear of security cameras. Hidden by the night, he ran to freedom. Now, he had a new goal set in mind: Revenge.
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« on: December 20, 2011, 10:40:56 PM »
With his head resting on the concrete wall, Dover stared blankly out into the open courtyard, when two me in suits appeared. Dover's ears honed in on their conversation, and what he heard shocked him.
"Sir, the Pokemon form this section have been acting strange. They've begun to misbehave, and from what it seems, they may turn on the guards while at work. This is a big risk, and we need to take action."
"Big risk indeed. We can't allow any to escape, and if a guard is severely injured on the job, then we could be in trouble. Have all these pokemon exterminated. We'll get replacements within a few days."
A guard came rushing in. He was panting with exhaustion.
'Sir, you must come quick! Something happened at one of the hybrid labs, we're not sure what. But many pokemon and hybrids are escaping!"
"Send troops out there at once, we must find out what happened and catch the escaped hybrids!"
With that they ran off, and Dover was left with his thoughts. They're... They're going to kill us. Kill me! I won't go down like this, I must escape, and fast.
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« on: December 20, 2011, 02:39:19 AM »
The stone floor was uncomfortable, and the present breeze was bitter and chilly. Dover had been told by others to think of warm place when the cold gets to you, but Dover had no memories of a warm place.
Suddenly, his cage door was swung open, and into it walked a grimy-looking human, backed by two guards carrying guns. Scooping into a large crock pot set on a board with wheels, the man plopped a heap of of seemingly inedible gruel before Dover. They watched Dover closely, expecting him to pounce on the rations, and engulf himself like a wild beast. But Dover had more sense than that. He calmly walked to the pile of "food," scooped a clump of it in his hand, and threw it on the man's face. Enraged, he swung the ladle, which collided with Dover's skull. He fell to the ground, and the cage was quickly shut. Dover sat up, and then began to pick at the pile of mush left behind to nourish him.
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« on: December 19, 2011, 10:42:00 PM »
This is a waste of my talent. These cruel and vile humans think they can control me, torture me, use me. Someday they'll pay, some day... Despite the thoughts Dover filled his head with, the reality of the fact that the humans can and do all of those things simply won't change. Dover labored away, destroying buildings for reasons untold. With the presence of fire-arms, it seemed an explanation would be unnecessary. He imagined that the concrete walls were the humans, and obliterated them with powerful blasted fueled by rage.
When the job was finished he was ushered back into his cage. Three of the sides were made of a dull looking concrete, and etched on them were tally marks, signifying the days he's been imprisoned. The last wall was a swinging barred door made of a strong metal material. It was, in every way, a prison, in which its inmates were beaten and abused. Dover longed for the day when he would escape, which was at this point never heard of, but he would find a way.
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« on: December 19, 2011, 09:56:22 PM »
Name:Dover (Weavile) Level: 30 History: Taken from his home in the mountains at a young age by the government long ago, he was enslaved and forced to perform trivial tasks. He clings to his slowly fading memories of his home and family, as they were all slaughtered resisting capture. These memories provide his motivation to not only escape, but take revenge on those who took and destroyed what was his. Personality: He is grim in nature, but inside he is hopeful. He is closed to others, and his energy and thoughts are fueled by hatred. Appearance:  Species: Weavile
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« on: December 04, 2011, 06:28:55 PM »
Screw your logic! My pizza is a salad! (According to the U.S. Congress)
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« on: December 03, 2011, 03:21:59 PM »
Jynx nicknamed Prostitute
Prostitute used Lick
Prostitute used Sweet Kiss
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« on: December 01, 2011, 09:36:05 PM »
Yeah, I'm with Cortex.
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« on: December 01, 2011, 03:45:01 AM »
I happen to know many gingers who can still walk and talk, and they don't have souls.
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« on: December 01, 2011, 03:43:11 AM »
Yeah. those were in my ass... So have fun wit whatever disease you catch.
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« on: December 01, 2011, 03:41:50 AM »
Welcome back DarK_SouL!
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« on: December 01, 2011, 02:09:32 AM »
I will eat potato chips where I want to. If you don't like it then GTFO.
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« on: December 01, 2011, 12:04:25 AM »
Kthnxhai
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« on: November 30, 2011, 11:49:19 PM »
This thread is pointless. Someone lock please?
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