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Note: Apology as some of my terminology is different to what you guys may be used to. Feel free of course to use it in the thread, I don't expect you not to, I'm just not upto speed myself.
It was a cold night in the Pokevilliage of Montabooloo. Surprisingly cold for a Summers' morn. In the last year the villiage had received a lot of attention from other nearby villiages, towns and even cities for its rich soil that made it perfect for farming and of course inhabiting.
However, this also bought the unwanted attention of some very greedy individuals. Particularly a group of evil Pokemon that want the villiage and its rich soil all for themselves. It was a clever plan. Inflitrate the plan gradually over the course of the last year. But two days ago the Mafia Don arrived.
The mafia was complete and now begins their plan to take over the town. One Pokemon at a time.
In the stillness of the night the mayor of Montabooloo was strolling from the south church to the market. He liked sitting under the densely leafed/leaved trees as he watched the Psyducks rest by the lake. Today was no different. He sat underneath his favourite tree.....but there were no Psyducks.
Strange.
Looking around he started to feel anxious and got up to return to the safety of his hut. He arrived home, and opened the door. Lying on the floor was Lapras, the mayors Pokewife. Her neck has been snapped, her collarbone piercing through her brilliant blue skin. A pool of blood surrounded her and the mahogany carpet had darkened from the leaking red liquid. Whoever had gotten to her had taken pleasure in its murder, that much is clear.
The mayor dropped to the floor and whept. His mourning was short lived as a clenched fist smashed him from behind. The attacking Pokemon relentlessly assaulted Mayor Vaporeon until he was not recognisable. The vicious Pokemon smirked and walked out of the hut casually. He glanced up at the rising sun and headed for the washing pond, not a care in the world.
oh just read the right up its evil pokemon... clearly this is upsetting since pokemon are not evil they just take the traits of there master.... oh well its just a game ;P
vote: Truffles we know who she's not. why not who she is?
Give us the Flying Dutchman's Ghost.
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