Blog Three: Toil and Trouble
Greetings once again, my ever eager readers!
I haven't been online for the past few days, and I must say I was thrilled to see how many people have read my blog since I've been gone! I was hoping for a few visitors, but I'm nearly reaching ten thousand hits! Thanks for all the support everyone: it's time to show the Pokemon League you don't need a fancy starter to kick some serious gym leader booty!
I had a very very very odd day the other day (Vanessa Backlot levels of odd! Remember that Sinnoh chick from the news? Messed up!). It all started when a lovely girl named Sandy decided to try crushing my head. In her defence, she did fall out of a tree. In my defence, my head still hurts. I think I win :D
Anyway, Sandy turned out to be quite nice, and we had a brilliant little battle that Paige drew against her Butterfree. Girl got some moooves! I was glad to finally find a Bug trainer in this forest that doesn't wet themselves every time I order Quick Attack, and the battle was probably one of the best I've had so far!
The oddness meter kicked up a few notches when (drumroll please… no drums? Oh well!) the reality stars showed up! If any of you are in awe of the fact I saw Damian, Chloe and Lachlan, leave my blog now and don't befoul it with your lack of brain cells again. Chloe wanted a rematch after the fact I KICKED HER ASS last time we fought, and Lachlan and Sandy joined in for a ripper of a double battle! By ripper, I mean fizzler, and by double battle, I mean that Bulbasaur and Squirtle got schooled at double the volume! Holla! (I watched a rap video before writing this… pardon my temporary lack of sanity.)
Just as I savoured our victory and laughed at the lol worthy faces Chloe was pulling, someone just had to scream and ruin the day! A quick, healthy, knee scaring run through the forest brought us out to a large hole in the middle of a clearing (no pun intended, filthy minds!) I wasn't too fussed about the fact Damian might have fallen down a hole, but than a found a white shoe.
You ever get the feeling when you know you have to do something, even though you REALLY don't want too? Well, that's what happened when I realised the shoe belonged to my little ex neighbour Mitchell. He is the sort of hyperactive little moron who will see a giant hole as some big adventure, so naturally he would have fallen in as well. My mother would kill me if she knew I didn't save him, and I know my momma's got some skills, yo. (Apologies again)
So, I did the incredibly dumb thing of climbing down a vine into a pitch black hole, no idea what was going to happen. Of course, it seemed smart at the time. So did swinging the vine I was climbing down due to the fact Chloe was on it. And I'm sure someone, at some point, thought this bloody hip-hop thing was a smart idea too. Anyway, the vine snapped, and we all managed to get caught up and went tumbling down into a large pile.
It kind of sucks when having someone fall on your head and than fall down a hole doesn't make your day awful.
A herd of Beedrill were waiting for us, and these things were a strange mixture of cult, army and serious stick-up-their-stingers. I must admit, I was a weeee bit frightened by the hoard of stinger wielding Pokemon, and than they went and tied us up in sticky string before I could say 'we come in peace!' Damian and Mitchell were there, so at least we'd fell into the right bug infested, about to be killed hole ;)
So while the others began crying and wetting themselves, I realise that I have a) a knife b) no Paige as she and Butterfree are away and c) something is making a hell of a lot of noise. I use the knife first to free myself, obviously (I'm not that stupid) and begin freeing the others.
But this HUUUUGE skyscraper tall Beedrill comes out at is – I mean HUUUUUUUGGGGGEEEEEE! It looked like a horror movie, and I was beginning to seriously freak out at how large and nasty this thing was.
I didn't go on this journey though to simply wet my pants every time the going gets tough! NO SIR! It was time to fight, and I knew just what to do to defeat this thing.
Everyone is freed, we line up against the Beedrill, our Pokemon all ready, their stingers raised, Chloe still bawling like a baby – and we thrashed them!
Paige and Butterfree pulled a sick use of Gust off, and than we charged through to the other side. I can't really describe the scene, as I was being blinded by dust and deafened by the noise. Yet when we got through to where the big Beedrill was, I don't think we were as scared anymore, as we'd just defeat half the Beedrill.
Than things went wrong.
Butterfree redirected a mass Solarbeam, causing the roof to cave in. The Big Beedrill got a bit annoyed at how we'd just kill all its followers, so we began to get abused. Sandy, Damian and I stayed to fight, and Darwin and I got some vines around it. There was a mass blast of attack, and guess what: the Beedrill was a robot! It began to malfunction after we blew a stinger up, and we were left to run up the hill as the thing exploded behind us.
It's been a few days since then. I've been taking it easy, recooperating from that incident and nursing my injuries. I left the others behind and carried on by myself, preferring to think this over in my own head rather than aloud. Sandy was a nice girl and I hope to see her again. It was good to have a friend for those, what, two hours?
I want your feedback on what happened, as I just can't work things out by myself. It was just such a weird thing to happen. I've been through several forests, and never come across anything quite like this. What do you think happen?
Do you think the Beedrill lived there already?
Who do you think created it?
Was it maybe sent after us?
I'm heading to Pewter City now: my first gym challenge awaits! I'm going to let this matter settle for a while as I deal with trying to defeat those blasted rock types. Keep your suggestions coming, and I'll try and add some more thoughts next time. Wish me luck: if I don't win this match, this whole journey will be a bit pointless, won't it?
Until next time dearies: avoid those blasted bugs!
Alaska
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