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>2001
>I'm in 1st grade
>At tennis meet my mom brought me to
>Have pokemon gold
>A bunch of third graders are there
>Our eyes meet
>All of the other third graders notice
>"who's got a link cable!"
>"Yeah they should battle!"
>He's got Silver
>My team was Murkrow, Gengar, Feraligatr, Ho-oh, Lugia, Pupitar
>His team was Meganium, Typhlosion, Snorlax, Lugia, Suicune, and Kingdra
>We link our gameboys and battle
>All of the kids are watching us rather than our parents
>Some parents are annoyed, dont remember if they did anything about it
>His pokemon are all level 55 or so
>Mine are varied with the lowest being 34 and highest being 79
>It comes down to our last pokemon
>His meganium vs my ho-oh
>My ho-oh is paralyzed from snorlax body slam
>Meganium takes Ho-oh down to half health
>Use Fly
>Paralysis kicks in after "flew up high" twice
>Ho-oh down to 1/3rd health
>"Can you imagine beating Ho-oh with meganium?"
>Use Fly again
>Get a critical hit and one shot Meganium
>All of the kids cheer at the text "critical hit"
>Feel like the coolest kid on the block
>"You beat a third grader, that makes you like a second grader anon!"
>Entire rest of the tennis thing is spent with third graders asking how my team is so good
>Only other thing I remember that day is my dad taking us out to a japanese restaurant for an unrelated reason
>Entire day I'm just spending my time thanking my Ho-oh for winning
>"Anon why are you on your gameboy, we're at dinner"
I lost him after my cart was corrupted...but man if Pokemon were real somehow I'd thank that god-bird-thing for being a real bro when I needed him.
