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Post by jay on Sept 11, 2011 16:45:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. With a very quirky smile plastered on his lucky face Jay quickly looked over the ominous sixth city like he was a beacon of light illuminating the dark aura that surrounded the gym. Not as if he was a hero, but more so in the sense that his overly good mood wouldn’t be brought down by any entity. Taking a few steps forward he quickly checked that he had six pokeballs on his belt, a very nervous habit but something he often did. The veteran trainer did have a few friends but really, with his journey overlapping years these Pokémon were his actual best friends, with Artemis (his Umberon) he’s learned how to speak to them through telepathic waves. He never used it in battle but when he was lonely, or needed a companion he would walk with one of them. It sounded a little bat-shit crazy but in a world like this, everyone had his or her own little vices.
Knocking on the door to the gym, he opened it as the door slowly creaked and the trainer was expecting a dark cold room (as he found a few years ago with the old gym leader) but in actuality, it was filled with the sweet aroma of food. A bit taken aback Jay cleared his throat before looking around and seeing a larger man cooking. ”Oh.” he commented, ”Did you take over this gym? I know that all the other gyms got a revamp, but you weren’t what I was expecting.” With a plethora of customers eating Jay maneuvered his way to the front. His left hand on Artemis’ pokeball, he wouldn’t disregard that this was a dining establishment, he was sure something would appear for them to battle, but regardless, he just wanted a fight and just a bit of this sweet smelling food.
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Post by FOTLY on Sept 12, 2011 15:58:44 GMT -5
Jones---
This man was indeed the proud owner of this diner/gym mixture. He was actually quite. . . Happy with the change. Instead of the always barren little building that he owned, it was now an always-full one - Even if the people had no clue what they were eating.
All of a sudden, a new challenger approached him. "Well hello there!" He thundered out, louder than much of the noise in his big building. "You don't happen to be here for a bite to eat, do you?" If he were a dog, and had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now. Every time someone came into his restaurant, it filled him with joy every time. He adored this secondary job of his, with a passion.
"Or perhaps you're hear for a battle?"
All of a sudden the stage in the back was sit up, and the cook clothed man was making his way to upraised platform. Whether the trainer wanted to or not now, he was going to get this battle. How lucky he was.
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Post by jay on Sept 13, 2011 4:22:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. A rumbling stomach hadn’t stopped Jay before and although the food looked ravishing and the aroma that filled the entire restaurant was so appealing that it left the poor trainer salivating a little. Biting his lip he heard what the gym leader had said and instantly noticed the boom in the mans voice, a very husky sort of person, his sound seemed to have been amplified, as if he wasn’t trying to be so loud when in fact, he was. ”Food might be good for after, but yeah. I’m here for a gym battle.” speaking quickly before the gym leader began his ascent to where the platform was. Small monitors began to appear beside the customers eating, a bit of well-deserved entertainment. ”Single battle right?” he called out as he grabbed for his very first pokeball. Jay was a bit jittery, excited that he was finally able to battle and essentially get closer to his ultimate goal of Pokémon master, it was so close he could feel it in his hands. ”Let’s do this friend.” he muttered under his breath before throwing his pokeball to the middle of the stage.
In a matter of seconds a large shadowy figure appeared with a malicious roar, the electric-type clasped his hands together and unleashed a electric bolt into the air, just a quick show of brute power. The Shadow Electivire had small sparks being released from his skin as he got into his ready position, a very firm stance with his left foot in front of his right and his hands in front of his torso ready to do whatever his trainer command. ”Let me introduce you to my darling friend, Zek.”
A very nostalgic moment brought itself up in Jay’s head as he smiled slightly, the fight he had to go through to get his little electric demon, the chaos and distraught he brought when he was turned shadows. All memories that he cherished and they really let him look back at his journey without any regret. Without a single hesitation he called out his first move, ”Zek. You know what you need to do. Get ready.” and with his initial command, Zek began to maneuver his fingers through the air as if he was a pianist and the air was his instrument connecting pieces together and ultimately building his Light Screen to protect him from special attacks for the beginning part of the battle. A very confident fighter, Zek was used to fighting with Mizu (Jay’s Blastoise) and single battles really brought out a more self-reliant Zek, where he could only rely on his own moves and not the very support-oriented water Pokémon. ”Now we’re ready. Bring on my opponent.” a quick smile as Jay looked out into the crowd/audience, he wasn’t sure if this was going to be a fair fight but he needed this win to move past these gym leaders and get to his final battles. It was an inevitable challenge but he was excited and ready for it.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 14, 2011 14:35:45 GMT -5
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Jones might've been a little meaty and had a booming voice, but he was actually the sole straight and male Gym Leader of Cheyenne. Of course Steve was entirely debatable due to his young age, but he was the role pillar of masculinity in the area. Jone's face seemed a bit pale from the lack of daylight, as if he didn't leave the kitchen often. A bit ironic for him, but he just loved that kitchen.
He waited as Jay sent out his first Pokemon; a shadow Electivire that showed lots of power and experience just by looking at that expression. He didn't think his team would be able to hit Jay's team hard if they were all as strong as that, but they could damn well try. "Bon appetite, then." He said with a fake, mocking french accent. Sarcastic, really.
The light screen was up, so he sent out Steak. The Tauros appeared with sullen eyes, as if he had many issues to deal with. Of course he did; he was at risk of being eaten almost every day. He saw so many Tauros die to satisfy his trainer's hunger, and it was quite horrifying. Upon his head was a rocky helmet for protection, though against this kind of foe it probably wasn't going to be used.
"Work up then Zen Headbutt." Jones ordered, wondering if he should serve his opponent some food after their match. The Tauros stomped his feet on the ground with a sigh, boosting his physical and special attack before charging ahead with a brilliant Zen Headbutt at the electric type.
::Tauros:: STEAK ( M ) 58 ( Attack +1, Special Attack +1) ABILITY: intimidate & anger point ATTACKS: rest - payback - work up - zen headbutt - take down - swagger - thunderbolt - toxic PERSONALITY: dull . uninterested . depressed ITEM: Intimidate activatedWork Up and Zen Headbutt on Electivire
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 9, 2011 1:00:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
Micah stood behind his Pokémon as the battle went on then suddenly his santa bead began to itch; he scratched his chinny chin chin as he snorted at this fool of a Gym Leader. Gurrrl he did not just go there. Micah was ready to bring the snap snap in this battle, and that Tauros was just some beefy Oprah wanna be. "Oh hell no, let me finish this bitch." He snapped his fingers as he brushed back his hair, confident to finish this foolish fool of a chef off. He thought he was so resplendent, but Micah called it. All that chef was was evanescent shitstain, and he reeked of it too. His food was so nasty, it was like a horror of Dr.Seuss. "Bitch, use the secret technique passed down by the Hawaiians!" He demanded, pointing accusingly at the Tauros as it charged closer to his bitch.
<HAWAIIAN ROLLER COASTER RIDE! AH WIKI WI LAI LOCA LOCA!> The Electivire started to snap its fingers as it roared out a powerful burst of thunder on itself. The electricity was definitely flowing through him now like a bad mother fucker as the Tauros collided into him. It hurt, yes, but the Hawaiian roller coaster ride wasn't a force that could be stopped. The Electivire suddenly screamed like a terrorist and began making random punches at the normal type, trying to beat it into submission.
"Clover...I did it for you..." Micah started to cry manly tears, knowing this would be the final, decisive strike of the round. That Tauros wouldn't stand a chance against him; especially because his presence brought the boom boom pow. Micah turned away from the battle as two explosions erupted from the center of the field, making sparks and smoke fly everywhere as he remained unfazed by the destruction.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Oct 9, 2011 18:17:46 GMT -5
Gym Leader Jones ! Jones' face was like, bitch, bring it on when he saw Micah snap snap snappin' in his general direction. He was going to regret messing with this badass of a Gym Leader. Suddenly, his Electrivire screamed something that he couldn't comprehend. It was so majestic, yet seemingly primitive. The resplendently purple Pokémon began glowing a shade of yellow as he began tenderizing his Steak with his manly fists. Bleating with pain, the Tauros tried in vain to escape from zek's resix's unstoppable attack. It was useless, so useless.
WAIT, WHO DIVIDED BY ZERO.
and then unicorns shat on cheyenne which exploded like boom boom pow. the end.
STEAK ( M ) 58 ( Attack +1, Special Attack +1) ABILITY: intimidate & anger point ATTACKS: rest - payback - work up - zen headbutt - take down - swagger - thunderbolt - toxic PERSONALITY: dull . uninterested . depressed ITEM.
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Post by jay on Oct 16, 2011 19:10:53 GMT -5
TTLY GOING TO POST, TTLY.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Oct 21, 2011 9:18:51 GMT -5
SUREEEE MICAH. SUUUURE. I BELIEVE THAT.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 13, 2011 17:48:03 GMT -5
SO MICAH, WHEN'S THAT POST COMIN'?
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 13, 2011 18:27:39 GMT -5
YEAH MICAH WE'RE STILL WAITING.
OR DO I HAVE TO POST AS YOU AGAIN?
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Post by jay on Nov 26, 2011 23:12:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. The euphoric moment was ruined as the fourth wall broke entirely into pieces creating a paradoxical battle. ”This will not do,” Jay raged as he bit his bottom lip and touch his itching balls, a very irrelevant but necessary procedure. ”Zak, Take the attack and use Screech and Thunder.” With the Light Screen up the idea of the attacks divided by zero meant nothing, as if trolls were trying to turn this battle into a kangaroo court.
The electric-type opened his mouth and let out a ear-piercing screech trying to lower the Tauros’ defense before spinning his arms to produce electricity. After a few seconds, the electric beast released his thunder aimed straight at the bull Pokémon.
NOT HIT BY DIVIDED BY ZERO. USED SCREECH & THUNDER. LIGHT SCREEN 3/5. ATTACK LOWERED BY INTIMIDATE. 100 LOL words | tagged; MODthree cheers for posting c: |
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Post by Kathryn on Nov 27, 2011 8:58:18 GMT -5
Gym Leader Jones ! The mod posting this post used the Justify tags, but nothing could ever justify this deranged battle. In a good way, of course. Noting that the Electivire is a whole twenty goddamn levels over the Tauros, this battle would end quite tragically for one or the other.
Thunder’s accuracy was difficult to work with though. When the colossal bolt of electricity flew at the Tauros, he flew into the air with explosive diarrhea streaming like cannons out of his ass. It literally propelled him into the air. He was literally shitting himself with fear.
“YOU DON’T HAVE ENOUGH BADGES TO TRAIN ME!” Roared the Tauros before using his shit-cannon and trying to ram the electric type with his head, which seemed to be glowing a bright pink by now. Gym Leader Jones was cowering behind a support pylon, ducking away from the incessant flow of shit coming from his Tauros’s butt. Usually it came from his mouth...
STEAK ( M ) 58 ( Attack +1, Special Attack +1, Def -2) ABILITY: intimidate & anger point ATTACKS: rest - payback - work up - zen headbutt - take down - swagger - thunderbolt - toxic PERSONALITY: dull . uninterested . depressed ITEM. Hit by Screech! Dodged Thunder! Used Zen Headshitbutt!
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Post by jay on Nov 27, 2011 14:31:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. As the shit storm began to run from the normal type’s ass all Jay could think about was his lovely night with Blaze, he was tearing up the Team Death’s leaders asshole and well, that story is exactly how you think it ended, with Blaze’s bowels filled with warm sperm. ”NOT THIS CHOCOLATE RAIN!” Jay cringed as he tried to dodge the shit as it landed all over the place. ”Control your pokemon. Zek, finish up this grotesque pokemon. Fabulosity mode enabled.” and with this being said Jay began his transformation into female drag queen. In an instant his name was now Quintessa Goodfuck. Zek spun his arms as he was hit with the shit-stained zen headbutt and tried to harass the Tauros by caressing his balls. This battle was a whole situation but Quintessa would be crowned the winner.
With a short pixie-cut wig on and a fierce dress, Quintessa cleared her mouth before commanding her Electivire to finish the battle. She spun in the air, ”Baby girl, use Focus Blast.” and with that the electric pokemon shot out the fighting type aimed right for his opponent. She winked at the gym leader before placing her arms on her rib cage and catour’d.
HIT BY SHITSTORM HEADBUTTUSED FOCUS BLASTLIGHT SCREEN 4/5 ATTACK LOWERED BY INTIMIDATE200 words | tagged; MODthree cheers for posting c: |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 27, 2011 15:31:50 GMT -5
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Steak was taken out after much fondling and ball cradling, making the normally passive Tauros make several expressions that were out of this world. The Focus Blast was devastating; knocking him out instantly as the rocky helmet rattled off of him, the only thing making a sound after that round. "Good." Jones approved of Jay the moment Steak was taken out so easily, returning the Tauros back into his Pokeball. "You'll go far." He commented, switching Pokemon now to hopefully gain more of a type advantage.
The next one up was Scrambled, a very timid and shy looking Exeggutor that looked on at his opponents with submissive behavior. He looked down a lot, mostly at his feet as if he didn't feel worthy. Perhaps he was more concerned about being used in one of Jones's meals. "Hypnosis." The command was given, and Scrambled had to man up. The Exeggutor's eyes changed to a gentle blue coloration, psychic rings aimed at the shadowy aura, trying to penetrate right through it. <Sleeeep.> Scrambled's three heads all chimed, looking fucking creepy.
"Bomb it." Jones kept with his simple commands, and Scrambled easily understood them. Giant seeds appearing from its palm tree top, they launched the thick seeds into each other, which made rough 'pop' sounds when they made contact. Like a fire cracker, almost.
Fainted ::Exeggutor:: SCRAMBLED ( M ) 59 TYPE: grass / psychic ABILITY: chlorophyll ATTACKS: seed bomb - hypnosis - confusion - psyshock - egg bomb - wood hammer - ancientpower - toxic PERSONALITY: afraid . skittish . meek Hypnosis and Seed Bomb on Electivire
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Post by jay on Nov 29, 2011 3:14:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. The amount of troll that was happening in this entire gym battle was atrocious, the wonderful Quintessa Goodfuck cleared her voice once more before looking at her Electivire and smiled as he took down the Tauros so quickly with his fighting move. ”G’Job, Baby.” she clapped her hands with enthusiasm before watching him get put instantly to sleep by the Eggsecutor. ”Feck.” she mumbled under her breath before returning her Electivire back into her pokeball and calling out her strong Kaen, the fiery bird pokemon. ”Less go bby.” she called out as the Blaziken appeared and caw’d loudly showing that he was there to win this battle and not derp around with these inferior pokemon. He wasn’t even sure what the problem was, why they were doing all this extra training, Kaen was confident enough to win the pokemon league but Quintessa wasn’t going to let this happen.
Kaen couldn’t attack but he just stared at the grass pokemon, spitting flames onto the floor to prove that this battle would be over soon. Overconfident and cocky, just like every other fire pokemon, but that’s exactly how Quintessa would have it. ”Just wait Kaen, it’ll be over soon and we’ll get you what you deserve.” and all they could do was wait.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 29, 2011 10:51:46 GMT -5
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So the Electivire was being returned this time? Jones wasn't surprised to see what Jay had replaced the electric type with, but simply bared with it for now. Even Scrambled could be useful against fire types, well, the fighting part that the Blaziken had within it. "Returning it won't make the sleep condition any shorter." He informed him, sighing as he took a pocket watch from out of his shirt pocket, glancing at the ticking second hand that ticked and ticked and ticked. This battle wasn't going to be long, he could tell.
He slipped it back in with a gruff order to his Exeggutor, who seemed to snap back to reality with a frightened stare at her foe. "Toxic and Confusion." Sometimes he wondered why he didn't try double battles, since they would be faster. The chaos always ended up annoying him though, and one on ones were ultimately more direct and made the most sense.
The Exeggutor's leaves turned a bright purple as a coconut sprouted from her neck, leaving the other heads to stare at it in horror as it dropped to her foot. It was right then that she kicked the toxic coconut at the Blaziken, shivering at the toxic weapon in disgust. Her eyes then all glowed a faint blue as they sent various psychic waves at the fire type, trying to spin it around in many circles to make it dizzy.
SCRAMBLED ( M ) 59 TYPE: grass / psychic ABILITY: chlorophyll ATTACKS: seed bomb - hypnosis - confusion - psyshock - egg bomb - wood hammer - ancientpower - toxic PERSONALITY: afraid . skittish . meek Toxic and Confusion on Blaziken
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Post by jay on Nov 30, 2011 0:01:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. This was such a chaotic mess, ”Kaen. Bulk-Up and Fire Punch. Quickly.” Quintessa smiled as she looked at her shiny Blaziken who took the confusion attack and the toxic, the poor fire Pokémon was now confused and badly poisoned sapping a good amount of damage in that short turn, he was lucky he was high leveled so he still had a good chance of still fighting and winning this battle. ”Cheap shot.” the grungy priss spat out at the trainer as she looked at her Pokémon who used bulk-up raising his attack and defense but luckily he was able to use fire punch on his enermy.
This wasn’t how how this battle was supposed to go, Quintessa grunted angrily waiting for something to happen, because this turn just didn’t work out.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 30, 2011 12:03:32 GMT -5
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Scrambled couldn't dodge that fast attack, especially when the Blaziken's power was boosted like that! The swift Fire Punch was more than enough to take out the Exeggutor, leaving it a scrambled up mess on the ground. "I like my eggs over easy..." Jones grumbled at the sight, returning the palm tree Pokemon back into its Pokeball as he debated what he should try next. It was worth a shot to use Leftovers, if he wanted to take advantage of the Blaziken's badly poisoned condition.
He sent out the Garbodor, who appeared with a cackle upon being used in his first gym match in a while. Hardly anyone challenged him, and he figured that it was because his body was too much for them to handle. <HAHAHA. VICTORIA'S SECRET IS MINE.> He snapped, pointing accusingly at the Blaziken as if it was about to steal the secret from him. Oh no, that was not allowed to happen. So much nope in this battlefield.
"Stockpile and Venoshock." Jones was losing so hard, with 2 of his Pokemon already down, making him wonder if he'd ever knock out one of Jay's Pokemon. The Gym Leader's strategy seemed to be clear though; take advantage of poison. As the Garbodor's tentacles slithered across the field, wrapping themselves around a garbage can and swallowing the contents entirely, it laughed as it tossed it aside carelessly. It was piling up its energy, slowly but surely! <You've...you've been a bad chicken. Bawk bawk.> He snickered, using his large trashy arms as whips to harm the Blaziken with a poisonous Venoshock.
Fainted::garbodor:: LEFTOVERS ( M ) 60 (Def +1, Sp. Def +1) TYPE: poison ABILITY: stench & weak armour ATTACKS: body slam - gunk shot - amnesia - clear smog - stockpile - swallow - venoshock - toxic PERSONALITY: deranged . mad . delusional Stockpile and Venoshock on Blaziken
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Post by jay on Dec 1, 2011 4:09:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;]just dance me across the sky ~ melting on the table, in parking lots and markets. This battle was filled with a ton of nope and trolls, it was amazing how quickly his pokemon were just going through these as if they were nothing. Kaen was a grumpy as fuck battler, it was nothing but straight battler with the fire pokemon and it’s crazy, Jay was slightly irritated as he tried to get back into his Quintessa persona. Smiling and playing with a piece of her hair, Jay yawned and did a hand motion making little movements and really showing her fishyness to the trainer. ”Kaen, sparkles and shine baby, sparkles and shine.” Quintessa roared as she blew some glitter into the air letting it rain down on her as she did a few vogue movements. The shiny Blaziken rolled his eyes as more of the poison began to seep more of his health.
Kaen scoffed at how lightly his trainer was taking all of this, but as he ran closer to the Garbodor and he tried to use a move but was confused and for this entire turn he wasn’t able to hit anything or anyone. Kaen was also hit and was not pretty low in health, at this level it was crazy to think how much damage the poison was doing.
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Post by FOTLY on Dec 1, 2011 17:20:50 GMT -5
you know i can make your GYM LEADER JONES ! This whole battle was more than just nope and br. It was passionately thrown in, like the extra ingredients to the fantastic soup next door. There was a difference, and it was expected that this challenger to be known that, or he shall be forever cast away to the depths of Mormon Satan's domain. Oh, and now, there was no Air blowing around down there. It was Mormon Satan, not some oxygen mixture floating around in the distant breeze. Gosh. The pile of trash watched, and laughed. Laughed one of those loud laughs that is sure to make anyone go mad. Except, funny thing being, he was already mad! Oh god, the irony! A string of purple goo shot out of the green mouth, aimed straight towards the bird, before he used a special move called swallow. The stock pile that was built up was essentially swallowed, and whatever hp he might have lost was regained. If he lost anything. >BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR< What nonsense was he spilling out? LEFTOVERS ( M ) 60 (Def +1, Sp. Def +1) TYPE: poison ABILITY: stench & weak armour ATTACKS: body slam - gunk shot - amnesia - clear smog - stockpile - swallow - venoshock - toxic PERSONALITY: deranged . mad . delusional [ USED GUNK SHOT // SWALLOW !]
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