Pokémon: The Golden Apocalypse, Chapter Thirteen

"Oh! Hello." The man peered at red, furrowing his brow. "I didn't expect to have a visitor. Not many people come by after..." He trailed off.
"Sir?" Asked Red, cautiously.
"Hm? Oh! What was I saying? Ah, that's right. I don't really get guests around here. Not for a long time. Where are you from, my boy?"
"I'm from Pallet, and I-"
"Pallet? You've met an Oak then, yes?"
"Yes sir, but why-"
"That's a man who you can trust. Samuel and I worked together for years. How is the old fellow?"
"He's well enough, but-"
"Good, good." The man lifted his glass and took a drink.
"Sir, I really don't understand why you-"
"I wrote this book with him, you know." He walked forward and set it on the table. The cover was worn and faded, and the letters were difficult for Red to make out. "The Compleat Encyclopaedia Pokémon. Samuel did most of it." He brushed the leather binding gently.
"Sir, this is all very interesting but-"
"So why are you in my house, my boy?" The man walked into his cooking alcove.
"I don't know. You brought me here."
"Did I? How odd. What would be the purpose? I love a good mystery." He began rummaging through his cupboard. "You must forgive me, I'm really not the same before I've had my coffee." He pulled a glass bottle from the shelf and poured a liquid Red was certain wasn't water into his glass. He ladled coffee from the pot on the stove on top of it, and headed back to Red. "I apologize for whatever I did. If I slept better and didn't wake with such a headache, I'd have been more gracious." He took a swig of his coffee, frowned, and walked to the kitchen to pour more into his cup from the glass bottle on the shelf. "You must forgive me, I don't really have anything to give you to eat. Living out here, I don't need to save a lot of food. Easier that way." He turned. His eyes fell o Nyoromo, still in Red's arms.
"Oh, you brought breakfast."

Late Again

I realize this is extremely late, but I was really not good last night, so here it is. I tried to make the evolved form of Scorchilli, but I don't like it as much, I will try and make it better over time. I think it's called Jalapyre. And just to say it, I've already started something pretty cool for next week. Here is a sneakpeakish thingy, there is a lot more to it than just that though, some of you may know what it is already.

Uselessness

Uselessness, Qupar is thy name. I asked a random paragraph generator to speak about Qupar, and this is what it gave me. I edited out the dull bits about Qupar beleaguering a convoluted melon.

Uselessness prefixes Qupar.

Amen.



Yes, he failed to post again. Shall we say strike two?



Let's.

Humiliation

Ashley Fuller giggled. Mr. Spencer was an old, clueless teacher--and the students in his sixth-grade class took full advantage of it. Today, for example, he thought nothing of all six girls going to the bathroom at the exact same time. It made what the girls were doing that much easier.

It's not like we're doing anything wrong, she rationalized. We just want to experiment with makeup. Our parents won't let us, so we just need to take matters into our own hands.

The laughing girls didn't hear the high heels clicking down the hall, coming closer...

As Ashley leaned closer to the mirror to apply eyeshadow, she heard a throat clear behind her. All six turned, and Ashley blushed scarlet.

Her mom had caught them.

"Girls, does Mr. Spencer know you're here doing this?"

Ashley gulped. "No, Mom."

Mrs. Fuller's eyebrows drew together in a frown. "I suggest you all get back to class now. Ashley, go up to your flute lesson. You're late."

All six girls filed meekly out the dorr. Ashley had never been more humiliated in her life.

Maybe sneaking out of class to mess around with makeup wasn't the brightest idea we've had...

Song(s) of the Week? (11): 'Image Deo', 'Chain Reaction' by Flexstyle, 'Aire Tam Break' by Fishy, and many others...

So I've been gone for a while from the posting line up due to generally being busy with other stuff. I don't expect to really post a lot, but it looks like I might have to step it up a bit to keep everyone here sane (although The Golden Apocalypse is definitely the highlight of this blog right now and it's quite awesome actually). So here comes a song of the "week" but it's not coming from OCR for a change. In my long break from posting the folks at Protagonist Records have been keeping real busy by launching guest releases nearly every weekday. It's definitely keeping me busy with stuff to listen to and I'll run through a few of my favorites and the artists they got me interested in. First off I've started to like Flexstyle; a lot of sweet beats from this electronic artist and I've listened to Elements of Creation as well as A Sense of Urgency 2009 and they've both been pretty good albums and stuff I'll probably buy for his price once my iPod starts working again. Both guest tracks of his on Protagonist are pretty dang good; I love the beginning of Image Deo and Chain Reaction is very slick with an in your face attitude that is very dance-able. There's also a few other tracks and artists I should mention doing guest releases now; hollidayrain has some pretty good trance/techno that is worth a listen or two. Death Hill by Vitz and (get this song title) Ornamekias - A Slight Wave From the Hill Above by 12 Followers/Meteo Xavier also provided some very good chill stuff recently that I can't seem to stop listening to. I used Death Hill in a PowerPoint presentation already and it went over pretty well mixing in with the background. Pyroshock also got a guest track recently called An Integral Part (Reprise) it's some good trance stuff with a sweet breakdown section. After listening to it I checked out both of his EP albums. There's lots of great stuff up there so go check it out at http://protagonistrecords.net/ it's definitely worth the listen. Back to OCR... they've put up way too much stuff for me to cover since I've been gone, but a fairly recent mix posted around the end of 2009 is Aire Tam Break by Fishy with some excellent guitar work. Check it out on youtube; pretty sweet stuff. Now that I've hopefully given you lots of awesome music listen to something each week to make up for all the time I've missed. I hope I've kept you sane long enough to endure reading more Reogan, Elphaba, and Qupar or whatever his name is now. Actually they're doing great without me, so I'm content to read their awesome stuff while I sit back and do other things. No offense guys; I'm insane too, have a nice week :)

Shame, Humiliation, and Embarrassment

Qupar could not decide quickly enough. He wasn't sure the offer was good enough. "Why could the other kid just skip his stupid baseball game?" he thought to himself. After all, he was the one who wanted to do this. The idea of dressing in a shiny red dress and dancing in front of others was not appealing to him at all. However, they did mention one thing...ice cream. Ice cream was a great offer, Qupar loved ice cream. Not to mention, he should be more outgoing and less shy, but was this to far? He didn't know. He wasn't even completely comfortable dancing as a guy to the song "You Can't Stop the Beat" (from Hairspray) in front of hundreds of people, but participating in the annual 4-H variety show was a tradition of his. To make it even worse, he found he won an award at the end of the show. Mr. and Miss came up to the microphone and proclaimed that had one the "Dance Fever" Award. Qupar didn't even know if he should accept it, but the people sitting next to him in the large auditorium told him to go. He walked up on front of the stage and accepted his award, and now his group wanted him to cross dress and dance all across the County Fairgrounds. He had to be outgoing, he must do this, but he couldn't he denied it.

The next week, he was half regretting his decision. He thought maybe it will help my confidence. They asked again at the next practice, and he shamefully agreed. The next week, he went to the bathroom to change. He opened the plastic bag, and put on the dress and horrendous wig. He walked back into the lobby of the building. People laughed. He was so humiliated. He stood there, awkwardly, showing more chest cleavage than he felt comfortable, and then realized how nasty any guy showing chest cleavage in a dress was. It was time. Show #1, the chicken barn. At least he could dance correctly, he thought to himself. They moved to the cow barn for show #2. He noticed two people he knew, gaping at what they saw. After the show was done, the people he moved came over to him. "Qupar, what are you doing?" So much for no one recognizing him. He felt so embarrassed. They still performed two more times. The last on a stage.

It was over, he could become male again. He was so glad it was done. It was by far the second most humiliating thing he had ever experienced. He changed back into real cloths, looking forward to ice cream. When he came out...there was none. He decided maybe being outgoing is not such a great idea.

I am sorry if this is bad or poorly written, but there have been untrue stories of this event floating around, and I just want to clarify.

Story Two, Chapter Four

The speaker felt the small vibration in his ear before he heard the instruction. As soon as the message stopped, he turned, and began to walk briskly down the corridor. As he walked, the hallway began to slant downwards and turn slightly. The fluorescent lights guided him down the spiral for many long minutes. Finally, the hall straightened. A red carpet stretched above the previously barren floor to an etched stone doorway. Cameras clustered on the ceiling like bats, watching everything. The Sspeaker stopped for a moment, awed. Though the entryway was not particularly grand, that which it guarded held such meaning the speaker couldn't do anything but stare for a time. His ear vibrated again, and the message was relayed as before. Remembering himself, the speaker took a breath, and walked to the door. He raised a hand to knock as he had been told.

In the silence of the shadows, the scream was clear. The man in the shadows was again pleased. Not only was the speaker removed, completely erasing the existence of the previous guards, but his defenses still worked well. His hands cracked as he flexed them, and began to type anew.

Story Shards: 1337s & Levers

"Oh lol," laughed Evita, plucking another hor d'oeuvre from the tray. "Vincent, you really are almost too droll."
"Thx, my dear, thx. But tell me how your Reginald's oil prospects are coming. I heard he had procured quite a large drilling site in Brazil. From Charles here, if I'm not mistaken."
"Hax," murmured Charles under his breath. He took a large swig of champagne. It would be a long night.
Evita glared at him. "O rly? Pics or it didn't happen!" Charles sighed, defeated. Evita continued, "Well, it won't be easy to drill for a while. The natives seem to fail to realize that all their base are belong to us." She caught a faint curse from across the room, and turned to see Reginald fighting of an extraordinarily long feline.
"No, you may not haz cheezburger!"
"It seems I need to go rescue my husband. The party was grand though. Simply grand." Evita began to leave when Vincent's voice stopped her.
"Kthxbai."

"Thus, if a lever long enough can move the world, a lever long enough could move the universe." The keynote speaker droned on, as the entire summit began to nod off. Irene D. Powd actually slept for a short time, before waking to the ominous words from the speakers. "...Metaphysical enough could move your soul." Irene felt a horrible wrenching in her gut as laughter boomed from the speakers. The speaker was pushing one finger downwards on a small point just beyond the physical universe. The mechanical advantage was too great, and Irene felt her soul slip away.

Pokémon: The Golden Apocalypse, Chapter Twelve

Red didn't have a chance to speak before he an oaken staff slammed into his face from the left. "Whaddya think yer doin' in mah city, yeh lil whippersnapper?" The man took Red's neck n his feeble hands and begun to shake him about. "In mah day we had laws about trespassin' an' whatnah. Nah tha' i' stopped any of yeh trainers from waltzin' across mah property. Jus' cause I's got the only way t' Pewter don' mean I's willin' to let yeh go rippin' up mah lawn. An' now yeh' think jus' cause everyone's up an' left means yeh' can have mah city?"
"I just-" Red's words were silenced by another blow from the staff. The man took Red by the ear and began to drag him into the city. Red struggled, but when he broke free, the man tripped him with his staff, and beat him. When he was satisfied, he began to drag Red once more.
"No respect. Tha's the problem wit' yeh youngins. Yeh got no respect fer yer elders. Now back in mah day, we obeyed our elders, an' we was thrashed iffin we disobeyed. But we din't! We din't disobey, because we had respect!" Red saw a faint blue sphere waddling after them. He dared not call out to his pokémon, though, as the man seemed quite capable of bludgeoning the poor thing to death.
Still grumbling, the man pulled Red into a small house on the north side of the city. Red was pushed into a chair, while the man fumbled about a small kitchen. "Now yeh jus' wait there while I gets mah coffee, an' then we'll see about gettin' yeh yer thrashin'. He was too absorbed in his cooking to notice the poliwag tumble through the still-open door. It looked about confusedly for a minute, and then began to head to Red's captor.
"Nyoromo!" Red hissed. The man turned, holding a mug of coffee, and glaring at Red. He failed to see the pokémon at his feet.
"Noromaro? Is tha' sum kind of newfangled expletive yeh kids are sayin' now? Back in mah day, we respected our elders. It was all yessir and no sir. None of this noonamero stuff yeh kids are sayin'. Now yeh wait righ' here while I gets mah belt. Yeh've got a beatin' comin'." The man fumbled to the door, and locked it. He placed the key in his breast pocket, and trudged into a back room. The second he was out of sight, Red leapt out of his chair and grabbed his pokémon.
Nyoromo was in surprisingly good shape. He had recovered most of the weight lost from dehydration already, and his wound, uncovered at this point since the threads were water-soluble, was nearly gone. Red marveled for a second, before thinking to try the door. It was locked. He knew he'd need to fight the man to escape, which worried him, but with Nyoromo on his side he might have a chance. Just as he began to walk to the back room, the man turned the corner, holding only a large book,his coffee cup, and a pipe between his teeth.

Failures

Sorry, I have been sick the past few days and am still not up to par, this is as soon as i could post safely. I found a few things I had saved.

Here are some recolored sprites, the Venasaur is colored as a Blastoise, the Charizard is colored as a Venusaur, and the Blastoise is colored as a Charizard.

This is a graveler, filled in with magnimite eyes and I think it's got Gengar eyes.

I made an evil looking togepi and togetic.

This is a houndoom that's light blue.