Channeler Keiya My name is Keiya. I'm the Substitute Gym Leader of Ecruteak, a Kimono girl, a Psychic and a Priestess, but I'm also one of if not the last of my class of trainer, you may remember us from Lavender Town, the Channeler Class. I was young when it happened. When they showed up Team Rocket.
I still have nightmares about what they did to that poor Marowak and what happened to me. I was I believe eleven or thirteen when it happened, it's hard to remember most of that day. I just remember that boy, the one whose name was the first color of the rainbow, Red.
He saved me from the spirit that had possessed me and I am forever in his debt. After that I couldn't look Morty and my Haunter in the eyes, I was afraid.
I didn't want to be bound to my home by duty anymore, but I couldn't leave my friend alone with his evil grandmother Agatha. So I stayed and decided I would become the substitute gym leader because I knew there were days when trainers would come an
The Haunting of Lavender TownThe Haunting of Lavender TownThe Haunting of Lavender Town4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Outside of the dismal, inky cave, to the south, there lurks Lavender Town. The purple hue that invests the area it is beautiful, but deceiving Each house stands still upon the rotten, dead grass, almost like an awful, unbearing stench The Name Rater lives here, but he has a cold, repelling aura on him; he acts happy and cheerful, but inside his heart, he is sad. This not just any sadness, but sadness that may lead to his own demise. Even the Pokémon Center and Mart seem rather strange; the people who run it are rumored to throw a menacing glare at their clients; keeping them from entering, even if their Pokémon are harmed and then, there is a tower. A tower riddled with the bodies of countless Pokémon, half of them forgot, even by their own trainers, some of them the hapless victims of the bloodthirsty Team Rocket, a more well know victim being the orphaned Cubone's mother But, there is an unknown force befallin
Pokemon: Lavender Lock-On Ed.As one of the Lavender natives, I always get strange looks at school. I go to school in Celadon, and they all think I'm some kind of psychotic freak. But in actuality, I'm a normal kid just like them. In fact, the Youngster sprite from my Pokemon Sapphire game looks just like me; except I don't wear those goofy shorts and I detest yellow. But the game is correct on one plane: we're both under ten. I just turned eight last month. Despite the fact that Pokemon is for kids ten and up, more like at least thirteen, I am an avid fan of the manga, cards, T.V. show and books. I even have my own Pokemon, a Snubbull that I left unnamed.Pokemon: Lavender Lock-On Ed.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lavender gets a lot of visitors, whether they just want to bury their Pokemon or just see the town of nutjobs and verging suicides. That's why I wasn't surprised when I saw a group of people, if you can call it a group, ask me to take them to Pokemon Tower. I walked them to it and they asked me to escort them to the top floor, as the stairs confused them into get
Cold as FlamesHe said that we'd always be together. He said that we'd be the greatest team in the whole world. He promised me that he'd never let me down. I did the same for him. But he was a liar from the start. Oh, how he lied.Cold as Flames4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can remember the first time we ever met. I was released from my poke ball in that laboratory. The boy smiled at me and loved me. He even gave me a name. He called me Icefire. I wasn't sure why, because ice and fire are complete opposites, but I gladly accepted the name. That was they day that our adventure started.
He caught many pokemon, but I was always his favorite. His party pokemon changed often, but I was never switched out. I was there for every gym battle, every trainer battle, heck, I was hardly ever inside of my pokeball. There was never a battle that we lost, not once did I faint during a fight. I loved him, and he loved me. I had evolved from a Charmander to a Charmeleon within no time. By the time he recieved his fifth gym badge I was a Charizard. I was sure
forgotten dataThe first Pokémon game I ever playedbut didn't ownwas Pokémon Yellow. It was my first experience with the game, but I already watched the show, obsessed over the cards, and collected every piece of Pokémon merchandise I could get my hands on. The other day, when I felt like reliving that old first-time rush, I trashed my room and found Pokémon LeafGreen version. It looked a bit weird, a little darker than I remembered it being, but maybe I was just imaging things. Having not played the remake game for about two years, I didn't remember all that much about it, other than the main player characters. Ready for that old wave of nostalgia, ready to see Blue and Red, I pushed the game cartridge into my red Gameboy Advance SP, and clicked the power switch to on.forgotten data4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The game started with the usually title movie, ending with the screen with Venasaur, and the command to 'Press Start.' Smiling, already immersed in the old memories made new, I pressed the s
A Fairy's Love"What is my favourite Pokémon...?"A Fairy's Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat down on my bed to think; it had been a rough few days helping my grandma moving in and I needed the time I had to rest. She was out of sorts because Grandpa, her husband, had just passed. I hadn't been close to him but I still missed him. My mother would be able to keep grandma calm - that I was sure of. Screaming echoed through the house.
"Fairy magic resides in this house! The same magic and horror that stole away my husband will be the end of us!"
Someone screamed at the top of their lungs and as I went down I saw my mother crying softly. My father restrained Grandma from flailing too much, and I noticed my mother was holding onto something. As I went closer I saw that it was a small doll; a ragdoll, but she clutched it close. She looked up at me and glared. Deciding that she needed some form of comfort, I walked over to her and hugged her tight.
"Take this doll, Seb," she hissed while pulling me close, "it is very important it stays saf
A Very Black SoulI'm such a pitiful sight now, aren't I? Look at me...old, alone and full of regret. So much for the world's greatest pokemon trainer. I'm nothing more than a monster. I wish there was some way to go back to days of my youth and take back those words that sealed my fate.A Very Black Soul4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hm! You say you don't know me. I can't help but wonder if that's a good thing. You may not know my face, but surely you might have heard my name before? My name is Red. I was once declared the youngest champion in Kanto's history and the only one to hold the title for so long. But that title is a false one. I'm not a champion. I'm nothing more than a senile old man. I said something I shouldn't have. My mother always warned me that I should never make a wish out loud because someone might be listening.
Ah, so you do know who I am! That will surely save time. I'm guessing you've come to find me to ask me how I became the champion and how I managed to hold it. The tale is not a happy one and I am not eager to share it.
PerpetualSo I was a veteran of Pokemon; I had played them ever since the very first releases, and I was collecting the cards currently. Girafarig was one of my very favorites, even though I had never really owned one. Caught, sure; but I never trained them.Perpetual4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then one day, one of my friends, "Queen of Unicorns" - Queen, as I called her- offered to me, over our messenger service, a trade of friendship; we would trade Pokemon, and raise those friendship Pokemon to level 100 and keep them as reminders of each other, maybe even use them against each other in battles...
I liked the idea, so I agreed--and she traded me a female Girafarig named Ki. I traded her, in return, a male Nidoran named King. I wasn't horribly original, but it was cute, she said, so I was quite happy with that.
I told her afterward that I loved Girafarig, and she got excited; I wasn't sure, but her typing was almost unreadable so I assumed she was excited.
'I'm so happy!' she told me after that, and I grinned.
Then I told her I w
Muted EmeraldMuted Emerald4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Too often, I wonder if my existence is just a way for some higher power to have fun and kill time. I certainly started to think so when I decided to replay my Pokemon Emerald again. I had played through it once before and got over 700 hours on it from so much EV training, breeding and fighting in the Battle Frontier until I finally decided to send all my valuable pokemon and items over to my SoulSilver game. I was getting bored of doing the same thing over and over and I had only played through Emerald once before this. I wanted to re-experience it.
Once my Emerald boxes were cleaned out of my items and pokemon, I reset the game and began playing. It was a great experience getting to replay my second favourite Pokemon game (Crystal will always be my favourite one). I began with Mudkip and I soon caught a Poochyena, an Aron and an Electrike. I really wanted a Seviper and a Shuppet as well and I debated between getting Anorith or Trapinch as my last member. Everything was going normally
CynophobiaIt wasn't a new copy of Soul Silver I had gotten possession of. I already had Heart Gold, but...Cynophobia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My friend, Endgame, had finally informed me there were certain Pokemon you could get only in Soul Silver and only in Heart Gold, but I wanted both. It was fun to have both versions, really; I could be a girl in one and a boy in the other! Or maybe not.
Either way, Soul Silver--I had gotten one off of... where else? ...Ebay, and it was used, yes. But I was sure it wasn't hacked; for one thing, everything worked fine. No weird things happened!
I had attained a party of Marble, an Eevee(who I wanted to evolve into an Umbreon); Ruffles, a Wigglytuff; Lynched, a Poliwhirl; Chi the Espeon(I bred her for my Eevee); a Typholsion named Fluffy; and lastly, a Girafarig named Ki.
After a month or so of owning Soul Silver, Endgame suggested to me Platinum--that way, I'd have even more fun! After all, just the first two generations wasn't quite so fun; platinum would have two further generations, so to s
Robbed Soul -Silver-Hello. Sorry, but I'm a little busy right now, just give me a secondRobbed Soul -Silver-4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alright, I'm done. I was finishing what I had left of the log I was keeping. You came at a convenient time; listen to what I have written. But, let me just say this, so my log will make sense to you.
You see, I, along with a few select others, am a researcher for a special topic. Hacked games and hidden glitch exposures. But not just any hacked games These hacked games or of the children franchise "Pokémon", but they have been given modifications that made them dark, gory, or simply depressing. Please note, the hacks are either from used cartridges, or hacked internet ROM downloads. I had heard of, and read, Lost Silver, Creepy Black, Tarnished Gold They intrigued me, along with others that certain individuals had written about and theorized, including the death of Blue's (or Green's, depending on where you reside from) Raticate via the S.S Anne battle, and, of course, the effects of the save-da
Still None[If you are reading this as of now, I apologize for being absent at the moment; I've stepped out for a while. I know what you've come for To hear more, correct? Well, because I am obviously unable to directly speak to you, I have left my most recent log for you to take a look at. It is under this note. ]Still None4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Date: January 28, 2011
Time: 7:00: 04 PM
Game Acquired: 5: 00: 32 PM
Hack of: FireRed (or LeafGreen?)
Alternate Name?: Still none
(If this makes little sense to you, please refer back to the "None" log from the other day.)
Judging by the title of this, you may have taken the notion that this is the same game as before. You are correct, though this is, rather, an update on it. It wasn't finished yet. After I was finished with it that day, I gave it to my partner for blind examination, because his Blastoise, which he had nicknamed "Hydro" in his youth, wanted to see him, like my Charizard, nicknamed "Flamewing" by my own self, wanted to see me.
Aroma Lady DaisyAroma Lady Daisy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally, they're off~" I cheered, spinning around as I walked into the house. After six years of having braces, I was quite glad to have them off finally. I kept bouncing around until my head started hurting, which caused me to fall back onto our cream-colored love seat. My dad shook his head, laughing at me, before telling me that he was going to go take a nap, and that I should wake him up in about an hour. I agreed, yawning myself. Having gotten up with only four hours sleep, I was quite tired as well.
I became aware of just how comfortable the love seat was, snuggling into it. "Stay awake." I muttered, knowing that I had to. My naps normally lasted about two hours, and my Dad would be late for his appointment if I didn't wake him up. I flicked on the TV, watching Animal Planet for a while. It was some show about parasites, so I quickly lost interest. After a bit, I realized I was dozing off, and became more determined to stay awake. I rolled over to look down the side of the love
The Hard Way OutDarkness.The Hard Way Out4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing I smelt when I came too, was the wretched stench of scorched metal. What the hell had happened? I could easily taste blood in my mouth. Energy hummed through the air as I tried to force my eyes to readjust to the darkness... Wait, hadn't this place been littered with sources of light? Only two things could be possible judging by this. One was a structural collapse, but due to the fact that I was perfectly able to stretch my four small legs and still walk around with ease. As my heart beat stabilized and adrenaline flowed out of my body, I realized that my face was in agonizing pain. My fears were confirmed... The explosion, whatever had caused it; had blinded me. I cried out "ANYONE!!!!" but all those empty halls echoed were the faint sound of my cry "IVYSAURRRR!!!!"
I struggled to remember what had happened. A vivid smell quite unlike the burnt surroundings flowed through my brain. The smell of toxic material.
I had been used as one of the Pokemon to sense su
Strangled...So, you've played through all of the original pokemon games huh? You beat the Elite Four, trounced your rival, and even ventured into that mysterious cave and took on Mewtwo. You've raised a party of Level 100s, have every pokemon in the game, hell, you even did the Mew glitch as well didn't ya? You've got em all, probably caught a MissingNo or two just to tempt fate and came out on top, without even your Hall of Fame scratched.Strangled...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But there is something you've probably not seen. We all have our theories what lies in that tall grass beyond the impassible walls to the west of Pallet Town. Sure, you can glitch over it with a game shark and wander the vast expanse of the field for fun, but game sharks have a nasty habit of messing things up, in this case, using one deletes the final secret held within the Pokemon Red version. If you want to see the secret the game shark shields you from, it is not hard.
Upon your complete conquest of the Elite Four and completing your Pokedex, ret
Pokemon: False RubyFalse RubyPokemon: False Ruby4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was it. I couldn't wait one more minute for Pokemon's fifth Generation, for Black and White, and for the grass-type starter I knew for a fact I would have to name "Smugleaf." Unfortunately, there were still a few months until the games' American release, and I would have to satisfy my need for hardcore Training with the Pokemon games I already had. Sighing, I tore into my case of DS and GBA games and immediately came face-to-cartridge with the first Pokemon game I had ever bought: Pokemon Ruby version.
Oh, the nostalgia. I had bought the game randomly as a child, wasting a month's allowance on a video game simply because it was named after my birthstone. Good thing it turned out to be a quality game as well; before long I was entirely caught up in the adventures of my Trainer, ANNA, (This was before I discovered pressing the select button would allow you to enter lowercase letters on the naming screen. I just assumed all characters had to have their name enti
Evil Pokemon Society"The job interview is here, right...?" You mumble to yourself, glancing down at a piece of paper as you walk down a dimly-lit hallway.Evil Pokemon Society4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is this a 6 or a 5?" You ask yourself, squinting your eyes to see it clearer.
"I think it's a 6," you then glance upwards. There is a door that is cracked open slightly, the number of the conference room is 161. Just to make sure it's the correct place, you peek into the room. You are surprised to see that there are.. Pokémon sitting at the table? You keep your breath low, as not to draw attention to yourself.
"Greetings, my name is Glitched Charizard. You can just call me Charizard though. I will be hosting this evening's discussion. Today we have a new member joining the EPS group. So would everyone please stand up, tell us who you are, a little bit about yourself and why you are here." The large Charizard spoke.
"I'll begin. My name, as you all should know, is Glitched Charizard. Everyone I've known in my life has called me fake, useless and a
EAsTeR EGGThey say the new Pokémon games are nothing compared to the old ones. They say it was all better, the Pokémon were believable(what). They don't see the new generations are also beautiful and enjoyable. I've always loved the new generations, generation 4 being my favorite.EAsTeR EGG4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That must be why it chose me.
They say the new Pokémon games have no glitches, so they hear, and some live, gory and creepy stories from the games back in the nineties. But trouble still lurks in new generations, enraged and violent for being forgotten and ignored. I knew that.
IT lives in generation 4. It knows I understand how it thinks.
So it chose me.
That day, I was with my *original, untouched* Soul Silver cartridge, playing around with my Pokémon. My friend came along with her r4, with no hacks in it or nothing. We traded Pokémon, we chatted, and we battled, like we always did. Then, I got a good idea. I looked at my Egg box, and saw a lonely Egg stored there. I didn't even know I had
Rotom is Watching You ...WARNING:Rotom is Watching You ...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm afraid that the same thing that happened to my dear friend, Michaela, will happen to me and you. Remember, Rotom is always watching you ...
Okay; you may call her a weirdo. Michaela mostly kept to herself. Even in the summer, she was never seen outside, but rather playing her Pokémon games in her room. She was the typical kid who got bored over summer vacation, so she restarted her Diamond game. Over and over she'd reset it, and she'd complete the entire game. She only ever forgot one part - that mansion in Eterna Forest. She may love Pokémon, but she was petrified to death of ghosts and scary movies - she never even dared to set foot in Eterna Forest again after she went through it the first time. Towards the end of summer, she got bored playing it over and over. She wanted something new. HeartGold and SoulSlver wouldn't be out until March, though, and the only other Pokémon game she had was Ruby. She didn't much like playing the GBA Games, so she instead d
ReturnI was in my egg, born from a Yanmega; a little brother possessed me, but then he'd traded me to his sister. His sister was so shy, I felt sorry for her, even before I was born...Return4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her brother was pretty mean, but he had been nice in giving me, in an egg, to her--and in return, she gave him a Wailord that was... level 89. I was worth that much?
I meant that much to her?
I was so excited that, when I finally burst of my egg, I didn't give my usual cry. Instead, I just beat my wings hard and waved my tail; she looked surprised behind her glasses, but I could tell she was excited.
Eventually, it was time for her to put me down, but not before she taught me Return. I promised myself that I would make my Return as strong as possible; I had to mean everything to her, and she meant everything to me...
Instead of turning off the game I was in, she instead left it on, plugging in the charger--I understood, though. She looked somewhat scared as she turned off the lamp that was on the table I was o
GoneGoneGone4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No matter how many times I saw the ending to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon 2, I would always cry. Call me whatever you want; I don't care. Watching my partner being left alone by the unavoidable fate of me sacrificing my own self to save time and space after a devastating, time consuming, and Reviver Seed wasting fight It was heart wrenching every time, even though I knew I would come back. It was such a wonderful, emotional game.
One day, after I had finished Explorers of Time for the eighth, I wanted to get Explorers of Darkness next. I went to a game store for it, but, unfortunately, they had no new copies, so I had to buy a used copy. I didn't mind though; I just wanted to play the game. When I finally got to play it, I put it in my DS and turned the power ON. Everything seemed normal at first; the introduction was the same as EOT, except the "Press Start" screen showed a picture of a volcano rather than a forest, and, of course, said "Explorers of Darkness". I pressed S
Prototype ZeroEven as I write this, I realize my time is shortPrototype Zero4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Haraway. I am a scientist, or I was once upon a time.
For the longest time we have wondered, "What is a Pokémon?" in the same way that we have wondered, "What is man?" We began our research in a simple enough way, setting up programs to emulate basic Pokémon actions and reactions.
This was long before we were able to truly understand Pokémon, even before the first forms of the modern day Pokéball were developed. We knew that they were something to be feared and respected. Quite a few people had developed bonds with Pokémon but many of these were fleeting and offered no real potential for us to study said Pokémon.
The emulators fixed this, allowing us to take any information no matter how fleeting and study its possibilities. We were able to gather personality traits, possible origins, anything, and study them; this technology was invaluable and would eventually become the basis for the Pokéde
Invaded LeafGreenOh! You surprised me Nice to see you back again. You do remember what my job is, correct? If not, I'll remind you again; I research hacked Pokémon games. You remember now? Good. How ironic for you to appear at this time; I have just recently completed another log of a recent findingInvaded LeafGreen4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My partner Yes, the same companion of mine that gave me the "Robbed Soul[Silver]" cartridge a few days ago... sent me a link, meaning that this next one was not a cartridge, but a hacked ROM. I braced myself; I knew, by previous experiences, that ROM hacks tended to be more unnerving than hacked cartridges, mainly because they were easier to alter. They are often disguised as normal Pokémon game ROMs, having the official title. But, they are far from the real thing. It also seems as if only certain people meet the effects of the ROM, while others play the game normally Why this is so, I've yet to find out What I do know is that I seem to be one of those certain people,
Haunter's Next VictimHaunter's Next Victim4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know we should have listened.
It started on one of those cold, foggy nights. You know, the ones that are perfect for telling scary stories. Me and my friend, we were little kids. My mom made us hot cocoa and we sat in a circle with my brothers in the basement. My oldest brother started to tell us a story about a ghost pokemon.
"It hides in dark places and waits for it's next victim. Nobody ever sees it coming. As the person blindly walks through the dark, it silently sneaks up behind them and saps the life out of them with its tongue!" My brother whispered eerily.
My friend and I huddled closer together. "W-what does it do with body? Does it eat them?" I asked.
My brother shook his head. "No, it floats over their bodies and watches in pleasure as they slowly die. If you get licked, you are paralyzed and fall to the ground. Your body keeps shaking and shaking and you suffer like that until you die!"
"How do you know all of this?" My friend tried to sound brave.
My brother leaned in cl