Amon G. Sus, an Unovan homeless teen is on an all expenses paid vacation to Alola. He is exploring, exploring the town, exploring the girls, and exploring his skills as a trainer. But what will happen next?
>Previously Amon and "Kiryu", the delinquent Alola League Champion in disguise are using the Battle Carnival to train Amon in tactics. They are in a heated double battle against a Kadabra and a Stunfisk against Amon's Croagunk and Kiryu's rental Comfey.
Foongus: Timid and cowardly, you met him at age 7 when foraging for food. You thought he was a Pokeball due to hunger and he ended up crying due to being afraid. You gave him a last morsel of food to calm him down and he followed you into the city. Now your bros for life. He's more brave during battles as long as its not TOO rough. Ability: Effect Spore Mega Drain Stun Spore Sweet Scent And Clear Smog
Castform: Was met a few months after Foongus. Some faggot with green hair saw you looking for shelter in the rain and offered you Castform to turn the days sunny after "hearing the voice of your Foongus...you meet weirdos amongst the homeless. It worked too! He gave you your original 6 Pokeballs too as means of apology for not being able to do more. You never saw him again. Castform is chipper and sunny! Which is odd given how much he feels like a bag full of water. He always tries to cheer you up! He is pretty bad at battles compared to the rest of your team. He lacks the "killer instincts" but he's loyal! Ability: Forecast Weather Ball Sunny Day Rain Dance
Croagunk: A spacey chill Pokemon you met him during training Castform and Foongus. You tried to battle him but he kind of just...laid on his back. You tried catching him and it worked. Then when a wild Purrlion tried to steal the berries you scrounged up he Low Kicked the fuck out of it and sent it running for the hills. He seems...odd. Very much at his own tempo and logic. You haven't exactly figured it out yet but he's still a loyal companion. Ability: Poison Touch Poison Sting Drain Punch Astonish Mud Slap
Sigilyph: Flew into town after a particularly bad storm hit through the desert region. Which happens from time to time. You rescued him from being stuck in a tree and he joined you in gratitude. He's the most protective and on guard of your Pokemon. His Whirlwind attack has kept wild pokemon at bay and Hypnosis has kept would be scroungers from taking your shit. Ability: Wonder Skin Hypnosis Whirlwind Air Cutter Confusion
You are USA President Donald J Trump. You've made america great again, fixed the economic inflation, solved peace in the middle east, and it's not even time for dinner yet. There's not much you can't do if you put your mind to it.
You have a few free minutes, what are you going to do?
>Read a military report >Read a civilian report >Watch old episodes of fear factor eating challenges >Ask NSA for help spying on Melania
The sorcerer is broken, his body shattered and weapon split apart. You have no use for his conniving ways or frail magics. You answer his plea with an invisible blast from your pistol. You leave his limp corpse to smoulder as you turn your attention to the space port. You have already surveyed within its walls a system ship sufficient to speed you to Ger V and the warband there. It is a safe guess to assume the sorcerer intended to send aid to his compatriots by the vessel, and it undoubtedly is still ready for departure.
Your decision now is to head off to face the unknown warband alone, or to drag the remaining cultists in Tiller’s Landing into your assault.
>Take the ship and move towards Ger V >Intimidate the cultists into joining you >Write-in
You're an alien. You're a Grey, which also happens to be your name. You crash landed on Earth and unfortunately all of your fellow Greys are dead. But, "luckily" a friendly South American tribe that lives along the Amazon river has found you and is willing to help out! You think, you can't actually understand them. They've brought you before their tribal chieftain and shaman. The Shaman being a man of the world wears a Baseball cap from a time some UN delegation visited him and dropped off a bunch of stupid tat while doing an exploitative photo shoot for a charity drive none of them ever saw a dollar from. You of course don't know this, nor give a shit. Not going to mince any words about your situation. You're well and truly fucked. Think fast and be smart, Otherwise, it's game over. You decide to...
>Say hi
>Scream threateningly at them
>Vaporize somebody with your glowing stick o' pain
>Make a universal gesture of peace and love. You stick your finger into the air and pretentiously draw a circle in the air. Much wow, very deep.
>Flip one of them off with the universal sign of displeasure. This is a much less flattering gesture. Combining this with vaporization might be a good combo, I dunno.
>Do something else. Your ship and all other gear from it is gone, so it's pretty much you and your primary stick o' death and pain. Don't worry, only you can use it and it never runs out of pain juice. However, you can also apply it for non homicidal or sociopath actions. Like for example, performing clean (but simple) surgery. Sort of cutting wood (burning through it). And, making fires.
So, I saw these posts of a redditor who sounds eerily similar to someone I know irl and I'm just gonna say I just think its them except they tend to lie and more importantly impersonate and while they explicitly didn't mention what country they are in they being too vague to the point. I know the person irl lies a lot and has impersonating trendies. At the same time the redditor also seem extremely familiar with the country we both reside in which confuses even more. Like I just need to know for sure which region or country they are from to confirm my suspicion.
The rebels had won, they had taken everything from you, even your <span class="mu-s"> precious daughter </span> , She who was blessed with the <span class="mu-s"> Ichor of the gods </span>. You were too late to save your precious Seleno in time. Her crystallized soul was entrapped in a body besieged by rot and decay, You have done what you could throughout the last few days but you could not stop the inevitable especially as an usurped king unless...
<span class="mu-r"> "Do you wish to free me? A copy of a copy of your kingdom's nightmares?" </span> said the last shard of Frenkesia, the mother of all that was unholy. Only your royal bloodline knew where she was trapped. Your entire body would shiver about her unsightly and mostly featureless face. An blasphemous <span class="mu-s"> adoll </span> that should not exist in the first place...
"I seek your forbidden knowledge so I may forge a new body for my daughter. No tricks of mine can sustain her rotting body." you kneeled before her, desperation had bent your knees. You would do anything for Seleno.
<span class="mu-r"> "Fool me not, o young king. I know of your forefather's curse. I will be bound to your body, i will not taste true freedom unless you exchange something... dear to you for my services, what will it be, your 'highness' ?" </span>
>My kingdom, ravage it at your will. >My flesh, you can burrow into it once my daughter can breathe again. I will be your perfect host. >Wealth beyond measure, with your knowledge, I can make an army of adoll to take over what is rightfully mine >A steady supply of Ichor. The very blood of the gods courses freely in whatever adall we will fashion together >No...I will bring ruin it all, you are evil incarnate. I can not set you free.
It is beautiful. You never had a thing for gems, but this one you cannot look away from. In part because you see it whether your eyes are closed or open, true, but also from how eye-grabbing it is. It was so small, if not for the way it shone, you would have never picked it out before it flew at you. It looks like a ruby, if a ruby had an inner glow to it, and looked as if it couldn't decide how it wanted to be cut from one second to the next.
This strangeness is amost enough to distract you from what has happened. They'd started it. It wasn't your fault. But now they are dead, and next thing you know that stone flew at you, straight through you actually. Your clothes are intact, you felt nothing but a splash of heat on your chest, but when you turned around it wasn't there, and now here it sits in your vision, like the sun's afterimage. And you suddenly know more than you did a scant few minutes ago.
This. Is a bloodstone. It forms inside a person when they kill another. When killed in turn, they...turn on? Activate? Awaken? Come alive? It's hard to say, you're parsing thoughts that don't feel like your own. Point is, something very rare has happened to you, perhaps the only good thing about this mess you find yourself in.
More informations spontaneously flows into your mind, as if your brain had known all along and was helpfully volunteering a memory. But you know that to be false. You skip most of it as one part jumps out at you, barely needing translation. Power. Strength, health, all that you desire. This stone can give it, but it can do better. Let you home in on others. Inside other people. You could take them. They are murderers. But so are you. You could ignore it. Even as you think that the vision of the stone fades, but the thoughts linger. You could be more. This...this is what you wanted, isn't it? This is destiny. You can reach for it, or let fate consume you.
