Emerald Bellossom It was a normal day in Summertime, and I had recently learned how to clone Pokemon on my Emerald version, thanks to my cousin. I was probably the happiest nerd you would find for miles at that time. Within a few months, I had all the Pokemon cloned that I had needed. Eventually I stopped playing my game altogether, since I had gotten bored of it, because I bought it used. It came with several legendaries, and the Elite Four beat more times than I could count. Then Pokemon Diamond and Pearl had come out. My mom had pre-ordered them for me for my birthday, and I was just completely ecstatic. I pulled out the guidebook, my collector styluses, and then finally the games. Immediately I opened the Pearl case, took out the cartridge and placed it into my DS system.
I played that game all summer long, and hardly ever touched my Pokemon Diamond. I was at Cynthia's last Pokemon, which was her Milotic.
It's All About FunI've been a Pokémon player for the longest time now. I think I started at blue, but my memories of that game are scarce. The farthest I could remember was Pokémon Crystal, which somehow still works even after all these years. But I digress.It's All About Fun5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have a Flygon. Game play wise it is not very remarkable, seeming to be your average Flygon with standard attacks and only at level 60; but it definitely my most prized Pokémon. I've had this Flygon since Pokémon Ruby, and it's been in every subsequent game I've had since then. Usually I've just had it in the Pc to keep with me, but sometimes I've used it to help out with the elite four. With the advent of the Second gen remake games, I've been taking it with me in my Pokewalker each day I've gone to school. Never the less, it's been with me for the longest time.
One day on Soul Silver, just because, I went to check on this Flygon's summary. It was all normal, had a regular
Muted EmeraldMuted Emerald5 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
Death All Over Again? My home I recognized every inch of it. It has been a long time, and I knew the Pokémon Tower from top to bottom. No one notices me. I am simply a departed soul, resting among the other spirits that had safely come to the tower.Death All Over Again?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watch the ghost Pokémon causing mischief among frightened and saddened Trainers. However, I cannot help but feel a pit of amusement for the Pokémon and anger for the Trainers. These Trainers cause these poor Pokémon's' death. They battle and fight to the death until one is the victor. Vicious teams of poachers force legendary Pokémon to battle for them. They capture and torture other Pokémon, and though Trainers are distraught and enraged by the others' ruthless actions, they don't have to feel it.
We feel the pain of being shocked continuously and mindlessly, of being sque
I Never ForgetI thought I had hidden myself good enough before the change.I Never Forget5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had stood still beneath the largest leaf.
I had covered myself with as many dead sticks as I could.
And yet I was still found.
The little children of Littleroot always found me. Then again I could never change my hiding spot... Mother told me I wasn't allowed to move when I was an tiny egg mixed in with hundreds of others just like me. That was before we evolved for the first time though.
Then again I was the only one who made it... It was right when we were hatching when a flock of Taillow found mothers nest. She tried to defend us. Her beautiful silky wings pushed them away time after time again, but they got her first. They tore her wings from her back, and they tore her apart, their beaks tearing into her body like a knife through butter.
And then they feasted upon my helpless siblings. I couldn't shiver in fear. The air was deathly silent. I realized that our vocals hadn't quite formed yet. We couldn't even scream for
SLASHER[The following groups of text were found inside of a small and abandoned home in a suburban area, underneath a purple Gameboy Advance, which is in the middle of the floor in a small bedroom, with the screen having six small scratch markings on it, a cracked frame, and a missing "B" button, along with a seemingly irremovable Pokémon Emerald cartridge left in it. The green light on the Gameboy is still on, though the screen is black. The stationary this was written on is crumbled and yellowed, while the edges seem to be ripped and cut.]SLASHER5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
July 2th, 2006
Words cannot express how happy I was to find it. Finally, something interesting in this place.
There is a small shop located in the far north of this neighborhood; my younger brother and I found it yesterday while browsing around our new home and introducing ourselves to everyone by mother's orders. I wasn't very keen on my family moving here; it's too quiet and sleepy. Nothing is here that was in our last neighborhood; no street light
Rotom is Watching You ...WARNING:Rotom is Watching You ...5 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
Hiding.You never know..Hiding.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
March 14 2010. Today I'm getting Pokemon Soulsilver. I'm happy, I've been saving up alot of money for today, And I heard the game was supposed to be good. It's a remake of one of my favorite Game Boy Advance games. I sent my mom out to buy the game since I wanted to play my Pokemon Diamond for a little while before I forget about it when I get my newer game.
Eventually my mom came back with my SoulSilver DS Cartridge. It was in a silver box that was shining, and had an odd texture to it. On the cover was Lugia in an attack-like pose with "Pokemon SoulSilver" marked on the near-bottom of the box. It also came with a Pokewalker, Which from what I heard was supposed to help kids get out more to raise their Pokemon.
Pleeease.. I said to myself quietly. I'm probaly not even going to use the silly thing anyways. Ignoring that thought, I opened up the case from the side to see my SoulSilver game Cover and my Pokewalker wrapped in some sort of packaging plastic.
pokemon safear Pokemon Safearpokemon safear5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hissed in impatience as I threw the spare room's door open. I was bored out of my skull and needed something to do and as this was the room of crap, there was bound to be something in it. I rummaged about, feeling the top of the wardrobe until my hand brushed against a large box. I grinned as I pulled it down, in it were all the multi-coloured games of my past. I laughed and dug around in the box until I snagged a deep blue GBA cartridge, I smiled as I looked at the title "Pokemon: Sapphire".
I dug around the box a bit more until I found my sleek (horribly scratched) GBA. The black tribal markings were almost unrecognisable on the front of the worn game sys
Arms of Crimson StainsThese walls... They crush against me a little more each day. All I can hear is the sounds of cracks running down my very spine. I feel trapped. I am trapped. I always will be trapped. Or will I? Each day that passes in the eternal darkness that is my hell grows a little more empty, yet I hear something. Dirt feels every nook and cranny of my body, and yet I hear the sounds of movement making it's way to me. Each day the sounds of wind can be heard echoing around inside of my head, each day I tell myself; I've waited long enough, yet I must wait longer still. My anger grows. Why must I put up with this torturous existence? It is when I'm about to curse everything that has ever existed that I hear the final crack... Wind gusts in my face... Air so stale that I almost wish dirt filled my mouth once more.Arms of Crimson Stains5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And there you are. You're a sickly looking man, eyes covered by glasses to conceal the look of greed upon your face. Yes, you see me, and yes you know what I am... Yet you do not know wha
Prototype ZeroEven as I write this, I realize my time is shortPrototype Zero5 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
Golett's SorrowShe had been in here for hours. But why? Most trainers just go further up, or go back down the stairs. Why was this one staying here, in this room?Golett's Sorrow5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My name is Golett. I'm not like the other Golett, though...I'm different. I have a different color.
The others...they were afraid of me, but when I started protecting them from trainers, they realized that I had good intentions, and that I was good.
I followed this trainer. She encountered many other Golett, but didn't attack a single one with the large, yellow dragon she had brought with her. Only dodged around them or walked away. Was she lost? Was she looking for something? Confused, but silent, I waited.
How long have I been in here? How many Golett have I encountered? I lost count. I quit caring.
I had heard rumors of people seeing a strangely colored Golett on this floor of Dragonspiral Tower floating around the town. The fire inside me built up and erupted at the thought of it. I knew at once that I had to have this Pokemon for my ow
rlly scery crepy pastaok so like 3 or 4 years ago I got dis game. it was pokemon channel. but like my mom said that she got it fr only 70 cents bcuz it was a yoosed game. so I was rlly happy bcuz I never played pokemon before. but when I tryed 2 pley the game the sound started to getting rlly lowd and high piched and it rlly hert my ears. I started to yell at the game evn tho it cant heer me cuz its a game. so then the sound got normal but then the scren sed Pokemon Channel of Deth. it wasnt the rite title so I got scered nd freked out.rlly scery crepy pasta5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
then suddnly pikachu apprd and 8 the words and he was all covered in blod and the screen got al red n blody and it made me rlly rlly rlly scered. but I was curius and wnted 2 kep playing. so then I started but it made me go into a alredy savd game. so I decide to c wat it was like. so pikachu was in the room with me nd he lookd rlly mad and scery and then a words apprd tht sed "DEATH hates u" it was rlly crepy bcuz his name was calld DEATH. I lookd closer at him and he was h
Queen Bee "Darn it, another Wurmple! Not again!" I let out a groan as the red caterpillar appeared on my screen. Once my Roserade was sent into the field, I selected the RUN option and fled from the battle. I sighed in disappointment and slathered more honey onto the tree. Grumbling to myself, I went to my party and had Staraptor use Fly from Floaroma Town over to Oreburgh City.Queen Bee5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hopefully this tree will have a better Pokemon I thought to myself as I headed north to the Cycling Road. I had already been to five other trees, and I had encountered two Wurmple, a Silcoon, a Munchlax, and a male Combee. I was ecstatic when I saw the Combee go across my screen, but that quickly faded as I saw it was a male. I pushed those thoughts into the back of my mind as I approached the next tree. It wasn't shaking hard, but I still pressed A, figuring that I didn't have anything to lose. The battle scene s
Pokemon Creepypasta- KamiWell hello there fellow reader, are you looking for a story? You're in luck then because I have a great one that I think you might like. I never told anyone this story not even my closest friend or my family, so you'll be the first one to read this tale. Do you feel special? Lets get started shall we?Pokemon Creepypasta- Kami5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is about a lad named Daniel. He was about ten years old of age and overall he was pretty much a normal kid. Daniel, like a lot of kids in his class, fell in love with pokemon when it first came out. The very first game he owned was Pokemon Red since his favorite color was red. Daniel found the game to be slightly addicting and he always had a hard time putting it down. He always carried around his Gameboy color with him along with Pokemon Red game, even to school. Daniel was a good boy though so he would only play his game when it was recess, then he wouldn't get his precious game taken away. When he got home Daniel continued to play the game, his best friend Michael
Creepypasta - Glitched TimeI probably shouldn't have messed with the game but I had to.Creepypasta - Glitched Time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I mean, who hasn't tried out one of the three 'Mew Glitch' methods out at some point? I know I had tried the first two methods before with no issues, and I wanted to give 'Method #3' aka the Ditto Method a shot.
I was playing through Yellow anyway after all, a Nuzlocke challenge that I had already beaten, and
my team wasn't doing much else anyway
I decided today would be the day I finally caught a glitch Pokemon, after all, I wanted to see what kind of damage this one could do in battle- I heard it was relatively safe to capture, and it wouldn't destroy my save data.
So, I went online and looked up how to do 'the Ditto method'. I knew that in order to catch Mew with this method, you had to have a Pokemon with a Special stat of 21, but as I was hunting for a glitch Pokemon, I had to have a Special stat high up in the 150 and over range.
As I was looking on Bulbapedia to see which glitch Pokemon were available
BLUE - I have a NameBLUE - I have a Name5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After spending a lot of my day reading some Pokemon Creepy-Pasta, I thought it would be nostalgic to start over my Red version.
I miss the old days, lots of fun, naming my rival a bunch of asshole names...
I always did that, it was the highlight of every laugh I've had in the Pokemon games!
Now what I'm about to say, is completely real, unlike a few pastas out there, but I now believe in quite a few of them because of this experience..
I played expecting nothing creepy to happen, so it was all good, nothing to really scare me at all. For some reason, my gameboy wouldn't load the game up, so I turned on good ol' Pokemon Stadium and put the cartridge in. Afterwards I transferred over some of my Pokemon to the storage on Stadium.
I then began my new game.
Intro went normally, names went okay, I decided to be un-clever and name my rival Douche, just like others have.
So my game begins, I access my PC, grab my potion, and save just to be clear.
For some reason, there was a wall of letters o
Hells FireI was young and didn't have a family. I never had a mother. I hatched alone and lived the same, but thats before a little boy found me looking through trash for food. He loved me and cared for me. I liked the new life I had. His parents accepted me aswell, so I was part of his family. During my boy's younger years, I evolved to grow clean sharp silver horns and a whip like tail to replace the stub one a tail I had before. My boy cleaned and polished my horns when they got dull and sharpened them when worn down. He even took me to contests we both trained for. Sadly I has only managed to get through one round before I was defeated in the battle round againest some water creature. My boy didn't mind the losses and was kind-hearted to me. It was the life. Years went by and I grew older and less active, but the boy never lost intrest until another member of the family came about. A younger one was brought in and my boy, well I thought he was mine before it came. It seemed to like me as itHells Fire5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Flames5 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
PlayI'd always been a Pokémon fan, ever since I was little. I'd played almost every game, caught almost every Pokémon, and enjoyed reading creepypasta. The old games always had a special place in my heart - especially Pokémon yellow. The instant I heard about Pokemon Black and White, I was hooked. I'd stalked the web, looking for anything I could about the game, and when it came out in Japan, I caved in and ordered it off eBay, even though I can't read a single word of Japanese.Play5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I played the game for weeks once I got it. I tried out each starter, favoring Pokebu the most. Eventually, I played it enough times that I stopped for awhile, deciding to wait until the game came out in the US so I'd be able to read everything. Looking at squiggly writing I can't read gave me somewhat of a headache. After two weeks of playing Pokemon Yellow, however, I began to miss Black. I ignored my save file, looking at the large image of Reshiram as he flapped his wings. I erased my game, waitin
YamaskI remember when I was a human. A human with friends, Pokémon, a family, and a wonderful life. I adored my hometown as well; Unova is such a beautiful region, and I was never out of it once. I know I should have gone out and seen the world, but I didn't The region was, and is, too beautiful. Even as the thing I am now, I still only live here.Yamask5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I was a human, and young, I remember asking my mother as a toddler;
"Mommy, what would it be like to be a Pokémon?"
She had no answer for me, but this made sense; she was not a Pokémon, nor had she ever been one. But the thought still boggled my mind during my youth. What does it feel like to be caught in a Pokéball? What is it like to befriend something that isn't your species? What would it be like to use Flamethrower or Water gun? So many questions I was curious about Pokémon altogether.
Soon, I had much interaction with these creatures I turned ten, and Professor Juniper allowed me to choose my fi
7SINSI've always had a knack for bad luck. Anything that could go wrong around me usually did. The endless "no"s from boys since the 4th grade; running into snakes and large spiders; embarrassing situations; attracting all the weirdos; I'd run into it all, and had handled everything life had thrown at me pretty well up until the moment where I came across this damn game.7SINS5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The chip looked like every DS game I'd ever seen or owned, and had a solid black sticker. The sticker, which had some random font rather than the official Pokemon font, said in large, white font "POKEMON 7SINS". The facts that this person had a wacky space-bar and a caps lock addiction escaped me at the moment. Pokemon, whether we liked it or not, was always, and has always been, a child's game. I doubted the legitimacy of a game that directly pointed out the seven deadly sins, but took the game anyway, seeing as how the child that had dropped it carelessly in the school hallway was nowhere around to take it back.
As soon a
The shadow of LostlornThe shadow of Lostlorn5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The shadow of Lostlorn.
"Eh, I wouldn't go there if I were you."
A young girl with sandy blonde hair turned her head towards the voice that called out to her.
Approaching her was a young man with spiky black hair, and the girl noticed that he carried a huge backpack with him just like she did.
"Sorry if I scared you. My name is Stephen." He reached out his hand.
The girl smiled and shook it. "I'm Joanne. It's nice to meet a fellow backpacker."
"Uh-huh." He nodded before he continued talking. "I noticed you were about to go to Lostlorn forest. Am I right?"
Joanne smiled again. "Yup. I really love forests! The smell of fresh herbs, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the cheerful cries of wild Pokemon "
Stephen sighed. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I really don't think you should go there. It's probably just some paranoia of mine, but I always get the creeps when I visit that place. Not to mention that there's this suspicious woman there, living all by
GoneGoneGone5 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
SINNER.exe- Cinnabar Island Incident Log - By Dr. BlaineSINNER.exe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What happens when we play the role of the creator?
Typically, it's the same results as playing with fire.
Sometimes a life is created that shouldn't exist.
And as with the law of playing with fire, you'll end up burned.
It all began with a single test.
Slowly, pixels took to living.
Eventually, a form arose out of the programs.
A life was spawned before our very eyes.
Shapes of hard linear perspective taking to existence.
We dubbed it Porygon ---- Cinnabar Island Log.
And then all the effort put into it was wasted, the data disks containing this breakthrough in science was stolen from us. We tried to bring the island into lock-down, but it was to no avail. The Pokemon was long gone... -- Testimony
- Incident log: The following are recorded technical fai