Hello there! I am Teeter. I like to draw Pokemon. I am also a failure at being normal.
Sometimes I draw stuff other than Pokemon, but it's like
1% of the time.
Those are only a few words to describe how the red scavengers felt after they witnessed their superior, Wren, almost get run over by a ghost train. Only for it to simply faze through him.
The guilds knew they should chase after the mystical machine.
Get the key that it held on its snout.
But the shock and confusion kept them rooted to the ground beneath them (…which also happened to be above them, and beside them….what a strange place this was indeed.)
A few moments later the ratata had regained his composure and the teams where informed with the plan of action. Everyone set out in the general direction the phantom train, which is how they decided to call the machine, had gone.
Snagglez: So basically. Find train. Get key. Get out…heh sounds easy if you ask me!
Kellin: It would be if the train didn't disappear into the darkness.
The mon didn't sound very confident in the s