(A/N Well this is a twist. I've actually been Nuzlocking the Pokemon games rather than writing fanfiction, and I've been documenting the runs via fanfiction. I figured it was time to upload one of my runs and see what fucking happens. The game is Pearl, and my ruleset is as follows:
*Fainting is death.
*Only one Pokemon per route.
*I'm only allowed to purchase 10 items from any given town, excluding the E4.
*No Pokemon that are caught can be used. They are to be used for trades alone. I'm only allowed to use the eggs and baby Pokemon given to me.
*Gift Pokemon in game are fine to use, but traded Pokemon take priority.
I'm actually about 9 chapters into the fanfic, so I'm gonna be reposting what I've written thus far. It should be noted that the story is told through a series of letters. If you don't like letters, then go phusks yourshelf. :3
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.)
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March 15, 20—
Dear Mrs. Rousseau,
This notice will certify that a judgment has been entered against you. The above named entity/individual respectfully requests that you immediately make payment on the amount of 4250.00. Please be aware that a judgment is a serious matter. Several methods of collecting a judgment are available to me. These options may include wage garnishment, bank levies, real property liens, till taps, or forwarding it to our lawyer or collection agency. Once paid, we will notify the courts that our judgment against you has been satisfied.
The is the last warning prior to taking further action on the judgment against you. Failure to respond to this notice will require us to utilize one of the aforementioned enforcement options against you. No further notice will be given prior to further enforcement actions on this judgment.
Respectfully,
Mr. D—
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March 16, 20—
Dr. Gautier Rowan,
I am truly thankful that you have decided to examine the newest arrival at Clements Orphanage per gratis. I am sending my son George to your clinic with the Chimchar in question; it was left in the box with a modest donation and appears to be healthy, but before I let it interact with the other Pokemon, I want to be sure of its health. It seems to be young, so I cannot sex it for certain, but I think it might be a male.
Again, thank you for your kindness and generosity towards the Pokemon at the orphanage.
Sincerely,
Babette Rousseau
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March 20, 20—
Dear Granny,
I made it to Sandgem just fine, the walk was pretty good and the weather was fine the whole way—no, I didn't sunburn, I just freckled. Dr. Rowan said he would be sending you a full report, I just figured that since I'm already writing, I oughta tell you that the Chimchar is fine, and it is a male. I went ahead and named him since you said I could name the next orphan. It's Vance. Not really fancy, but he likes it. You should really see him running about and swatting at things, Granny. No, he doesn't throw poop, we don't have to break him of that habit.
Dr. Rowan says that he suspects that Vance was bred for battling because he's so swatty. I have to admit, that got me thinking about something, Granny. I know about the bills and how the orphanage is doing, and I know we don't really have any more donors. I asked Rowan what the requirements were for trainers, and did you know that once you turn thirteen that you don't need a parent's permission to register for the League Challenge?
Granny, I know you're mad. I know what you're thinking and I know you're mad. Stop scratching at the arm on the chair, you've worn it barethreads. I'm fourteen, Granny, and I signed up for the League Challenge for us. I'm gonna send most of my money to you that I don't need to spend and I'll be the best that I can. I get money for battling trainers, so you're gonna see a lot of money soon. It will be great!
Pet Patches for me, even though that Purugly hates me. I'll write to you when I reach Jublife City. Wish me luck!
Your son,
George Rousseau