Part 1:
http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14490783Part 2:
http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14550632 +
http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14609303--------------------------------------------
A mysterious humanoid carries out the daunting task of trudging up the treacherous hill. To a normal individual, it wouldn't seem that difficult of a task, but the withering man here is an old scone who hasn't but a crumble left in his lifetime before inevitable expiration.
It's hard as shit for him, but he doesn't care.
With two stones in one hand, mysterious illegible words carved into them, and a great staff of power in the other, he pants and pants as he ascends the hill. When he finally reaches the top, he pauses to catch his tiring breath.
And when he's done, he looks down at the region of Kalos from below. It's kind of a gigantic hill, to be honest.
"This world... is too small... ...and linear."
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You are Calem, the ambiguously aged 15-16 year old from Vaniville Town. You've just started on your journey basically, not much has really happened, but you did manage to make a few friends, as well as a questionable acquaintance who refuses to let out any clarifications to you yet, but does admit she's only following you to write a biography about your journey. Presumably to tell the boys back at her office that a woman *can* write a big scary report.
On top of that, you've also rescued a Spewpa's kingdom from being taken over by a few thieving monkeys from the medieval ages who were displaced due to things beyond your control. At the end of the day, you pitched up a tent in a shortcut to Santalune City, just to get some early shut eye before that big gym leader match in the morning.
