Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
A Spacro of Ambition
Chapter 42: Fashionable Injustice
Last time on B&T, Carl began thinking about whoopee cushions… uh, but you don't give a crap about that, right? More importantly, Yetis had challenged an unwaveringly calm yet strange trainer called Morris, and after some odd dialog, battle ensued. Yetis and Morris both chose their weapons, uh, I mean pokemon, and the battle went underway as Primape versus Murkrow. Morris went risky with the frenzy bulk empowering swagger strategy from Murkrow, followed by Psych Up to give Murkrow the same feral power without the loss of senses. In fact, it was so senseless, perhaps a bit of poetry will make things more reasonable:
Once the fight had gone most feral, there was little thought gone sterile
In feral rage it the creature, many times against the floor,
As simian had strangled bird, it nary muttered but a word
Unthinking as the killer unheard, unheard as tossed it to the floor-
And then be thrown gainst wall, then fell battered to the floor;
Quoth the raven nevermore…
Well, wasn't that fun? Maybe we'll do it again real soon; y'all come back now ye hear? …What? We're not done yet! Get back here, and we'll get on with the show.
***
Kim smiled as she looked amongst the females amongst her. Elise, the rather foolish, yet surprisingly intelligent in rare times of necessity had become quite a friend to her, though she hardly felt that secrets could dare be safe yet. After all, one slipped word, and Carl would be all over her about it, probably literally, and hungry for some lovin' he aint ever gonna get at this rate. Still, Elise could probably be tricked badly, but she wasn't going to let Carl weasel with his words to get a success story.
She then glanced to the once sea dweller, Tanya. The coral haired woman seemed to be learning fast. She hadn't taken too long to gain her graces and balance at all, and since culture beneath the ocean seemed perhaps as intelligent than humans above, if not more so. Though she walked with a slight quirk, it'd be hardly noticeable unless contributed to by an unyielding force called mother.
The green haired girl herself had been pleased too. She hadn't seen Carl once at all today since breakfast, and that was a good thing. The boy was… odd. When she first met him, he seemed timid of mind and even a bashful heroic when he saved her home, but winning the cruise seemed to give him hormonal rage that could put pimps out of business. She had liked him at first, and even might have cared. But those feelings proved to be short-lived. Yet, she still cared, perhaps with a sense of concern and fear. 'He might… get hurt.' After all, one can talk smack, but never provide it in its physical form. Fact was though, Carl wasn't only about woman + bed + as many other women = fun. He was actually a competent trainer. His strategy could be surprising, and his knowledge thin at times, but he was a decent battler.
As she thought about it, some of Carl's strategy would never have been without the fortune of the other male amongst them, Yetis. This red headed young man seemed quite a trainer, with half a decade or so under his belt, he sure as heck had to be, even if he was at times lust minded. Though he was hardly as perverse as Carl, he seemed to have many other things about him instead. In fact, she may have not understood, but she felt some sort of… attraction towards him. Maybe it was an odd thought of moving on to more intellectual men, maybe it was to make Carl learn a lesson; she couldn't rightly say. To keep the delusion under wraps, and as hardly a moron, Yetis was a good 5 or so years older than she, and fact was society could show great skepticism, distaste, and worse yet, criminal conviction. Carl was no more than a year above her in age, but acted so immature. She wasn't going to let mere personal thoughts intervene today, or sidetrack her in the least.
All of this brought her back to herself. They say that it is impossible to truly know, or understand one's own self, and Kim was no different than anyone else in this regard. As it were, she seemed the leader when amongst girls only ordeals, and also perhaps planner too. In a pokemon battle though, she always gave a sigh to herself about that. To say she paled in compare to Carl is just… well duh! But she felt she couldn't battle well at all, perhaps a sense of extreme over-doubting, though she hadn't seen much of battle from Tanya as of yet. There were more important things to worry about, like the upcoming fashion show. This was the special event of the day, courtesy of the cruise itself.
Regardless of her personal thoughts, the world would not stop just for her, and she knew it. Whether it was bad or not… well, it was actually not bad, mainly for the day's event would be fun, and courtesy of the S.S. cruise ship itself. "Attention passengers!" spoke a loud microphone empowered voice that seemed to start its vocal length from the stage.
***
"Alright Wilbur, I implore that you DON'T screw things up!" came the rather agitated voice of Jay. The youthful rocket seemed to have his prodigial mind in knots with worry. "There's probably many many fans out there." he grinned "We're gonna give em a run for their money!"
"Right you are captain Jay!" the big W complied, "But I think this is the fiftieth time I said not to call me Wilbur." he looked behind the curtains, the sight made him a bit nervous, "Looks like a big crowd out there..." he said a bit discomforted.
"So what?" the youthful rocketter rettorted.
"Most of them are girls." Wilbur replied.
"Meh..." the youth seemed not to even care, "I'm 11 for Moltres flavored lemonade on a stick's sake." he despised women, for at this point, the age of cooties has not yet died. A sigh of defeat escaped his lips, "Look, d'ya wanna get promoted back to grunts or not?" he asked.
It was at this point that rocket lass Bonnie made herself known. "Yes we do!" she answered, her eyes fixed in an angry glare towards William. "I personally am tired of being a mere peon." she grinned. "We can be much more amongst these hordes as grunts, right?"
"Zugzug!" agreed William with a nod as he filled the story with a Warcraft plug.
"No Willy," Bonnie shook her head at the bad joke attempt, "Just... no."
"You remember the plan, right?" came Jay's voice in a most serious tone, recieving nods in response.
"Yes I do." went William, "You two send Fearow, Clefairy, Cyndaquil, Ledyba and your new Grottocera out with many different displays of the latest fashion to woo the audience greatly." he laughed with enthusiam, "I'll give Paras the signal to release the spores... they never fail."
The youthful grouop leader was a bit shocked "You... remembered? Wow! Well then, let's get this show on the road. Did you remember to collect the ticket sales Bon?"
She nodded, "Yes, we did quite well, Rock and Rockin company will like the good sales we made."
Rock and Rockin was indeed a fashion company, and as a privately owned buisiness, Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket had a good thirty percent ownership of the company in stocks and bonds. It was that company that made Rocket Brand uniforms, those with the funky letter R on them. Of course, the world of non crime syndicates would be intuned to more colorful displays. But regardless, this was their chance.
***
"Alright everyone!" came an announcery voice. "Now presenting the fashion world of Rock and Rockin as they unleash their newest fashions." the lights in the theatrical room dimmed, as more decorative and flashy colored lightx began to illuminate the stage. A small flying red bug known as Ledyba flew to the stage. Its many arms all holding what appeared to be different pairs of pants. They looked hip, stylish, and the in fashion of the millisecond.
There were collective Ooohs and utter awe amongst the audience.
Even our main lassies couldn't help but follow the crowd. "Wow!" went the once-mermaid, Tanya "Those jeans look so slick!" her tone sounding as though land of origin meant minor details like skin color or scaley tails. "But what pokemon is that?" she had no clue what the insect was truthfully.
"That's a Ledyba, it's a bug." Kim nodded in agreement, to the first part, but her Ledyban comment answered the seadweller's question. Then to the stage came a rather pudgey beast that looked to come up to the height of just an inch below the belt. It's face looked sturdy, as its extended growth seemed like hardened bone upon its scaley, light brown face, as squiggly patterns of different shades of deep browns and dark reds wavered upon its face and back. In short, it was a protoceratopian dinosaur, and upon its frill was a tiny set of four palm tree leaves. 'Grotto!' it said in a rather high pitched voice that betrayed its size and bulk. "What pokemon is that?" she wondered.
The eternal denseness of Elise surprises yet again "Kim, you silly fool! That's a Grottocera!" she smiled, "Marshland ceratopian." (and for all you who want the stats, it'll be at the bottom if you care.) Still, the creature was holding the latest in sexy dresses for women. Many eyes were hynotized by the sight of many skirts of all lengths and sizes. In fact, none noticed the effectual cloud that began to fill the room until it were too late.
Kim yawned, "Funny, I was kinda *YAWN*, enjoying myself." her eyelids grew heavy, she could not but become tired, her eyelids sealing themselves shut.
Tanya too had to agree, in a weakly sleepy voice "Yea! Well... *snore*". It seemed Tanya had a habit of snoring. An interesting site though, for her head fell to the side as she dozed off on spore, falling sideways towards Kim's lap. Everyone had fallen to the accurate narcotic snoozerator known as spore.
"Paras you've done it again!" congradulated the rocket trainer as he made way from behind the curtain, giving his buggy pokemon a hug for a job well done! 'Paras paras!' it cheered, the crablike shroom enducer clapped its claws happy with the praise. What a suckup!
It all seemed to go so well. But... who is this? Oh no! OH NO!! It's Carl... and he's got a shiz eating grin upon his face, though shiz certainly doesn't taste very good, it somehow puts one helluva grin upon your face, though Carl didn't eat any such stuff, really! "Hello gir..." he suddenly outbursted, but found himself interupted by fate. "Eh, e-everyone's... sleeping?"he wondered aloud. He then proceeded to shout, "AHHH!!"
It wasn't a long shout, but it was loud, indeed Carl felt a great sense... of happiness? He is Carl Spacro, ya know. 'There's Kim! She's as sexy as ever... hmm, they must all be watching one boring show. Now I can finally find out just HOW good a bod I'm persuing. Yea!' he smiled like an insane wierdo. He approached the girl's table, 'And Tanya's in her lap. SWEEEETT!!' his mischevous grin began to reek worse than the breath of the grin he had before. The one of which he ate the crap. "Hmm, how many licks to get to the center?" he chuckled, the power of being at the advantage filling his mind with carnal lust and an overboistrously unhealthy (and unmoral) confidence.
Carl's shout of almost pre-hyjackulatory pleasure were not unheard, Wilbur noticed that all immediately. "Oh-sweet-freakin-gods-of-cheese-and-motza!" he said in a low shocked tone to his companions as he looked on at Carl as he tried to sneak his way into Kim's pants most literally.
Bonnie nodded, "He makes us look like charity saints." she commented quietly. "That kid certainly thinks he got balls..." she suddenly sniffled, "a-ACHOO!" she sneezed, sniffling afterwards... "Oops!" she shifted her eyes side to side in hope.
No avail though, for Carl jerked his head up, even though he hit the table he was crouching under. The pain went hand in hand with the shock he felt. "Oh?" he looked curiously, spotting the triad of rockets easily. "You!" he gasped in shock. "What're you guys doing here?"
"Obviously abiding by more forms of moral law than you are." responded Bonnie plainly.
It seemed that the commotion was not going to be left undisturbed. After all the shoutings, and heads thudding against table and floor, one simply can't ignore the universe in a nearby room. "What on earth is going on in here!" came a feminine yet authoritative voice. A familiar face, blue, spikey hair, a policewoman's uniform, and a badass cop attitude. Carl might recall her as Jenny. What the fates can have in store!
"These people are of Team Rocket!" Carl's voice exclaimed with worry. "I think they put everyone to sleep." The policewoman's eye stared murderous machetes towards the team of rocketry, but William blurted, "That guy's trying to take advantage of that girl while she sleeps!" And the tables turned.
"Yea right!" came Carl's voice, "You can't prove it!"
Then it was Jay's turn to ruin Carl's day, "Your hands are still nestled at the edge of her pants, sicko!" He was right. Despite Carl's shocked state, he wasn't going to let go of a good thing. "Officer, we are 'Rock and Rockin' Fashion salesmen." he explained.
"Ahh." the enlightened law enforcer nodded, "You guys do make great stuff. Get our police hats specially designed by them. Good stuff!" she glared utter paralyzing doom upon the perverse Spacro. "Let go of the girl and put your hands in the air!" she shouted.
Carl was petrified in fear. The ways of the law of sexuality seemed to be of utmost importance over laws of theiving. Yes, the law can be very screwed up, can it not. "But I..." Carl tried to protest, but he had indeed tried to lick too deep into the world of womanhood, a wording loaded with sexual innuendo beyond reason. 'I just want to have fun!' he cried within his mind. This just wasn't his day.
A/N: Well, another chapter up and running. Well, it seems I indeed set up a story for the life of Carl's father (if you noticed,) but there's gonna be complications with that. At first I thought war would be a fun adventure, and then I have my college courses telling about the severities, and they issued the good book. Huh? What the heck is a Bible? I'm talking about a book that smacks us in the face with reality, a book called 'War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning', by Chris Hedges. If you can, read it. It might just make you think differently about war. So that's gonna be put on hold. Let's see.. anything else, oh yes....
Grottocera
Type:Grass/Ground
Ability:Rock Head - takes no recoil damage
Dex info: Grottocera thrives in swampy grasslands and marshes. The seemingly muddy water is actually a way it maintains a homeostasis and prevents it's naturally high body temperature from becoming to fatal. On the same token, staying in the water too long can result in a hypothermia. When not in the wild, these problems are often easily avoidable.
Evolvution:Yes(I'm not giving it away, hmph!)
Anyways, toodloo fer now!
Keep writing, keep fight... no wait, the good book says that's just giving in to war's urges... just keep writing.
Reviews keep me extracreative and most inspired, do be dears and reviewed, or you make seen a sad protoceratops.
A Spacro of Ambition
Chapter 42: Fashionable Injustice
Last time on B&T, Carl began thinking about whoopee cushions… uh, but you don't give a crap about that, right? More importantly, Yetis had challenged an unwaveringly calm yet strange trainer called Morris, and after some odd dialog, battle ensued. Yetis and Morris both chose their weapons, uh, I mean pokemon, and the battle went underway as Primape versus Murkrow. Morris went risky with the frenzy bulk empowering swagger strategy from Murkrow, followed by Psych Up to give Murkrow the same feral power without the loss of senses. In fact, it was so senseless, perhaps a bit of poetry will make things more reasonable:
Once the fight had gone most feral, there was little thought gone sterile
In feral rage it the creature, many times against the floor,
As simian had strangled bird, it nary muttered but a word
Unthinking as the killer unheard, unheard as tossed it to the floor-
And then be thrown gainst wall, then fell battered to the floor;
Quoth the raven nevermore…
Well, wasn't that fun? Maybe we'll do it again real soon; y'all come back now ye hear? …What? We're not done yet! Get back here, and we'll get on with the show.
***
Kim smiled as she looked amongst the females amongst her. Elise, the rather foolish, yet surprisingly intelligent in rare times of necessity had become quite a friend to her, though she hardly felt that secrets could dare be safe yet. After all, one slipped word, and Carl would be all over her about it, probably literally, and hungry for some lovin' he aint ever gonna get at this rate. Still, Elise could probably be tricked badly, but she wasn't going to let Carl weasel with his words to get a success story.
She then glanced to the once sea dweller, Tanya. The coral haired woman seemed to be learning fast. She hadn't taken too long to gain her graces and balance at all, and since culture beneath the ocean seemed perhaps as intelligent than humans above, if not more so. Though she walked with a slight quirk, it'd be hardly noticeable unless contributed to by an unyielding force called mother.
The green haired girl herself had been pleased too. She hadn't seen Carl once at all today since breakfast, and that was a good thing. The boy was… odd. When she first met him, he seemed timid of mind and even a bashful heroic when he saved her home, but winning the cruise seemed to give him hormonal rage that could put pimps out of business. She had liked him at first, and even might have cared. But those feelings proved to be short-lived. Yet, she still cared, perhaps with a sense of concern and fear. 'He might… get hurt.' After all, one can talk smack, but never provide it in its physical form. Fact was though, Carl wasn't only about woman + bed + as many other women = fun. He was actually a competent trainer. His strategy could be surprising, and his knowledge thin at times, but he was a decent battler.
As she thought about it, some of Carl's strategy would never have been without the fortune of the other male amongst them, Yetis. This red headed young man seemed quite a trainer, with half a decade or so under his belt, he sure as heck had to be, even if he was at times lust minded. Though he was hardly as perverse as Carl, he seemed to have many other things about him instead. In fact, she may have not understood, but she felt some sort of… attraction towards him. Maybe it was an odd thought of moving on to more intellectual men, maybe it was to make Carl learn a lesson; she couldn't rightly say. To keep the delusion under wraps, and as hardly a moron, Yetis was a good 5 or so years older than she, and fact was society could show great skepticism, distaste, and worse yet, criminal conviction. Carl was no more than a year above her in age, but acted so immature. She wasn't going to let mere personal thoughts intervene today, or sidetrack her in the least.
All of this brought her back to herself. They say that it is impossible to truly know, or understand one's own self, and Kim was no different than anyone else in this regard. As it were, she seemed the leader when amongst girls only ordeals, and also perhaps planner too. In a pokemon battle though, she always gave a sigh to herself about that. To say she paled in compare to Carl is just… well duh! But she felt she couldn't battle well at all, perhaps a sense of extreme over-doubting, though she hadn't seen much of battle from Tanya as of yet. There were more important things to worry about, like the upcoming fashion show. This was the special event of the day, courtesy of the cruise itself.
Regardless of her personal thoughts, the world would not stop just for her, and she knew it. Whether it was bad or not… well, it was actually not bad, mainly for the day's event would be fun, and courtesy of the S.S. cruise ship itself. "Attention passengers!" spoke a loud microphone empowered voice that seemed to start its vocal length from the stage.
***
"Alright Wilbur, I implore that you DON'T screw things up!" came the rather agitated voice of Jay. The youthful rocket seemed to have his prodigial mind in knots with worry. "There's probably many many fans out there." he grinned "We're gonna give em a run for their money!"
"Right you are captain Jay!" the big W complied, "But I think this is the fiftieth time I said not to call me Wilbur." he looked behind the curtains, the sight made him a bit nervous, "Looks like a big crowd out there..." he said a bit discomforted.
"So what?" the youthful rocketter rettorted.
"Most of them are girls." Wilbur replied.
"Meh..." the youth seemed not to even care, "I'm 11 for Moltres flavored lemonade on a stick's sake." he despised women, for at this point, the age of cooties has not yet died. A sigh of defeat escaped his lips, "Look, d'ya wanna get promoted back to grunts or not?" he asked.
It was at this point that rocket lass Bonnie made herself known. "Yes we do!" she answered, her eyes fixed in an angry glare towards William. "I personally am tired of being a mere peon." she grinned. "We can be much more amongst these hordes as grunts, right?"
"Zugzug!" agreed William with a nod as he filled the story with a Warcraft plug.
"No Willy," Bonnie shook her head at the bad joke attempt, "Just... no."
"You remember the plan, right?" came Jay's voice in a most serious tone, recieving nods in response.
"Yes I do." went William, "You two send Fearow, Clefairy, Cyndaquil, Ledyba and your new Grottocera out with many different displays of the latest fashion to woo the audience greatly." he laughed with enthusiam, "I'll give Paras the signal to release the spores... they never fail."
The youthful grouop leader was a bit shocked "You... remembered? Wow! Well then, let's get this show on the road. Did you remember to collect the ticket sales Bon?"
She nodded, "Yes, we did quite well, Rock and Rockin company will like the good sales we made."
Rock and Rockin was indeed a fashion company, and as a privately owned buisiness, Giovanni, leader of Team Rocket had a good thirty percent ownership of the company in stocks and bonds. It was that company that made Rocket Brand uniforms, those with the funky letter R on them. Of course, the world of non crime syndicates would be intuned to more colorful displays. But regardless, this was their chance.
***
"Alright everyone!" came an announcery voice. "Now presenting the fashion world of Rock and Rockin as they unleash their newest fashions." the lights in the theatrical room dimmed, as more decorative and flashy colored lightx began to illuminate the stage. A small flying red bug known as Ledyba flew to the stage. Its many arms all holding what appeared to be different pairs of pants. They looked hip, stylish, and the in fashion of the millisecond.
There were collective Ooohs and utter awe amongst the audience.
Even our main lassies couldn't help but follow the crowd. "Wow!" went the once-mermaid, Tanya "Those jeans look so slick!" her tone sounding as though land of origin meant minor details like skin color or scaley tails. "But what pokemon is that?" she had no clue what the insect was truthfully.
"That's a Ledyba, it's a bug." Kim nodded in agreement, to the first part, but her Ledyban comment answered the seadweller's question. Then to the stage came a rather pudgey beast that looked to come up to the height of just an inch below the belt. It's face looked sturdy, as its extended growth seemed like hardened bone upon its scaley, light brown face, as squiggly patterns of different shades of deep browns and dark reds wavered upon its face and back. In short, it was a protoceratopian dinosaur, and upon its frill was a tiny set of four palm tree leaves. 'Grotto!' it said in a rather high pitched voice that betrayed its size and bulk. "What pokemon is that?" she wondered.
The eternal denseness of Elise surprises yet again "Kim, you silly fool! That's a Grottocera!" she smiled, "Marshland ceratopian." (and for all you who want the stats, it'll be at the bottom if you care.) Still, the creature was holding the latest in sexy dresses for women. Many eyes were hynotized by the sight of many skirts of all lengths and sizes. In fact, none noticed the effectual cloud that began to fill the room until it were too late.
Kim yawned, "Funny, I was kinda *YAWN*, enjoying myself." her eyelids grew heavy, she could not but become tired, her eyelids sealing themselves shut.
Tanya too had to agree, in a weakly sleepy voice "Yea! Well... *snore*". It seemed Tanya had a habit of snoring. An interesting site though, for her head fell to the side as she dozed off on spore, falling sideways towards Kim's lap. Everyone had fallen to the accurate narcotic snoozerator known as spore.
"Paras you've done it again!" congradulated the rocket trainer as he made way from behind the curtain, giving his buggy pokemon a hug for a job well done! 'Paras paras!' it cheered, the crablike shroom enducer clapped its claws happy with the praise. What a suckup!
It all seemed to go so well. But... who is this? Oh no! OH NO!! It's Carl... and he's got a shiz eating grin upon his face, though shiz certainly doesn't taste very good, it somehow puts one helluva grin upon your face, though Carl didn't eat any such stuff, really! "Hello gir..." he suddenly outbursted, but found himself interupted by fate. "Eh, e-everyone's... sleeping?"he wondered aloud. He then proceeded to shout, "AHHH!!"
It wasn't a long shout, but it was loud, indeed Carl felt a great sense... of happiness? He is Carl Spacro, ya know. 'There's Kim! She's as sexy as ever... hmm, they must all be watching one boring show. Now I can finally find out just HOW good a bod I'm persuing. Yea!' he smiled like an insane wierdo. He approached the girl's table, 'And Tanya's in her lap. SWEEEETT!!' his mischevous grin began to reek worse than the breath of the grin he had before. The one of which he ate the crap. "Hmm, how many licks to get to the center?" he chuckled, the power of being at the advantage filling his mind with carnal lust and an overboistrously unhealthy (and unmoral) confidence.
Carl's shout of almost pre-hyjackulatory pleasure were not unheard, Wilbur noticed that all immediately. "Oh-sweet-freakin-gods-of-cheese-and-motza!" he said in a low shocked tone to his companions as he looked on at Carl as he tried to sneak his way into Kim's pants most literally.
Bonnie nodded, "He makes us look like charity saints." she commented quietly. "That kid certainly thinks he got balls..." she suddenly sniffled, "a-ACHOO!" she sneezed, sniffling afterwards... "Oops!" she shifted her eyes side to side in hope.
No avail though, for Carl jerked his head up, even though he hit the table he was crouching under. The pain went hand in hand with the shock he felt. "Oh?" he looked curiously, spotting the triad of rockets easily. "You!" he gasped in shock. "What're you guys doing here?"
"Obviously abiding by more forms of moral law than you are." responded Bonnie plainly.
It seemed that the commotion was not going to be left undisturbed. After all the shoutings, and heads thudding against table and floor, one simply can't ignore the universe in a nearby room. "What on earth is going on in here!" came a feminine yet authoritative voice. A familiar face, blue, spikey hair, a policewoman's uniform, and a badass cop attitude. Carl might recall her as Jenny. What the fates can have in store!
"These people are of Team Rocket!" Carl's voice exclaimed with worry. "I think they put everyone to sleep." The policewoman's eye stared murderous machetes towards the team of rocketry, but William blurted, "That guy's trying to take advantage of that girl while she sleeps!" And the tables turned.
"Yea right!" came Carl's voice, "You can't prove it!"
Then it was Jay's turn to ruin Carl's day, "Your hands are still nestled at the edge of her pants, sicko!" He was right. Despite Carl's shocked state, he wasn't going to let go of a good thing. "Officer, we are 'Rock and Rockin' Fashion salesmen." he explained.
"Ahh." the enlightened law enforcer nodded, "You guys do make great stuff. Get our police hats specially designed by them. Good stuff!" she glared utter paralyzing doom upon the perverse Spacro. "Let go of the girl and put your hands in the air!" she shouted.
Carl was petrified in fear. The ways of the law of sexuality seemed to be of utmost importance over laws of theiving. Yes, the law can be very screwed up, can it not. "But I..." Carl tried to protest, but he had indeed tried to lick too deep into the world of womanhood, a wording loaded with sexual innuendo beyond reason. 'I just want to have fun!' he cried within his mind. This just wasn't his day.
A/N: Well, another chapter up and running. Well, it seems I indeed set up a story for the life of Carl's father (if you noticed,) but there's gonna be complications with that. At first I thought war would be a fun adventure, and then I have my college courses telling about the severities, and they issued the good book. Huh? What the heck is a Bible? I'm talking about a book that smacks us in the face with reality, a book called 'War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning', by Chris Hedges. If you can, read it. It might just make you think differently about war. So that's gonna be put on hold. Let's see.. anything else, oh yes....
Grottocera
Type:Grass/Ground
Ability:Rock Head - takes no recoil damage
Dex info: Grottocera thrives in swampy grasslands and marshes. The seemingly muddy water is actually a way it maintains a homeostasis and prevents it's naturally high body temperature from becoming to fatal. On the same token, staying in the water too long can result in a hypothermia. When not in the wild, these problems are often easily avoidable.
Evolvution:Yes(I'm not giving it away, hmph!)
Anyways, toodloo fer now!
Keep writing, keep fight... no wait, the good book says that's just giving in to war's urges... just keep writing.
Reviews keep me extracreative and most inspired, do be dears and reviewed, or you make seen a sad protoceratops.