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 Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:28 pm
Mooch the Wingull
Level 6
COD: Critical hit from a lv8 Nincada
Cookie the Dustox
Level 10
COD: Critical hit from Roxanne's Nosepass
Post your fallen. emo
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:44 pm
Prinplup
Shellos
Beautifly
Staravia
MrAwesome(Cause he was Awesome), Requiem(Cause I opened a book, and that was the first name I saw), Gregorio(Female), and Articuno(Because it had GOALS and AMBITIONS crying ) respectively.
As the last Bite hits Articuno, Wylr sets down his Pokeballs and weeps, drops his bag, and never returns.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 5:21 pm
Haven't started yet, but I'm only a day or two away from doing so.
Reserving a cemetery plot yo.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 5:27 pm
Betty Kane, the greatest Bat-Girl there ever was and will be. Level 9 COD: Critical hit on Peck from a lvl 10 Hoothoot. As well as Scoria, the most kickass Onix. Level 13 COD: Critical hit from Bugsy's Scyther and its U-Turn. Update: 4/9/2010 Tickerton the Hoothoot, my first mon caught. crying Level 19 COD: Blasted by a Clefairy's Metronome'd Rock Wrecker. Update: 4/22/2010 Kamille the HM Mule Rattata Level 4 COD: Sacrificed so that Anastasia did not die George the Nidorino, sole reason for beating Whitney Level 22 COD: Mind flayed by a Drowzee's Dream Eater Barbara the Beedrill, beloved insect from the start crying Level 23 COD: Eusine's Electrode and it's magically never-missing Thunder Michigan J. the Poliwag Level 22 COD: Chuck's goddamn Primeape Shuckie the Shuckle Level 27 COD: Pryce's Piloswine and a critical hit from a Mud Bomb
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Sharkbutt The Orgiastic Crew
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 7:31 pm
4/12/2010:
The Word the Pidgey
Level 16
COD: Critical hit from a Machop's Karate Chop.
4/14/2010:
Paula the Charmeleon
Level 20
COD: OHKO'd by a Diglett.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 4:09 pm
RIP
'Lucky' the Raticate.
He died as he almost killed Lagarto, a Critical Hit from a Voltorb's Rollout.
You will be missed as an HM whore.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:51 pm
Im gonna start one, I just need to find Pearl so I can transfer my pokemans.
Reserving my Grave
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:46 pm
(I realize you cockheads lovies aren't all playing the same game, but since Cookie was first, the graveyard being used for all of you is in Lavender Town. :3)
Dropping his shovel on the ground, Carlos let out a sigh and sat down at the big oak in the middle of the graveyard. The sun was already setting, and Carlos was not done with his work. Soaked in his own sweat, Carlos longed for a shower back at home in Lavender Town. He pulled out his water bottle and drank deep from it.
Grave digging had to be done by a human, as live Pokemon were liable to either become scavengers or too scared to help out. Carlos was fine with such a thing. The absence of giving out orders gave the day's work a nice silence, one that helped Carlos get into his groove. It also allowed him to pay his respects to the recently deceased Pokemon.
He had already buried half of the Pokemon that came in this weekend. Kept cool in the Tower's Basement until ready for burial, it always seemed that when one was buried there as always another waiting.
Looking back for the weekend, Carlos tried to imagine the turmoil the Trainers felt at the death of a beloved partner. He always tried to imagine the battle the dead Pokemon perished in.
The first of the weekend was a Zubat. Carlos couldn't remember the trainer's name, but he felt something about the trainer. Something was weird, and yet, exotic. Wild. Carlos shook the thoughts away, it was just an observation, or at least a stretch of the imagination.
The Zubat seemed to had sustained a horrendous wound from a Flying Pokemon. Carlos could tell that the Zubat most likely died from blood loss. A well placed Peck was no laughing matter for any Pokemon.
Second, from the same Trainer, was an Onix. It seemed to have slash wounds on it. Most likely death from blood loss as well. It seemed that the somewhat overbearing, Manly-esque trainer had a problem with Pokemon that could cause 'bleeders'. It seemed once more to be a well-placed attack. Trainers should never underestimate the power of a critical-hit.
Then there was a Wingull and a Dustox. The trainer bringing them in seemed listless, Carlos recalled. Deeply saddened. He had offered Soda but instead of drinking it herself, she put it in the Health section of her Bag. She seemed unwilling to accept that the Pokemon were dead however. To Carlos, it was just a blur. She seemed to move faster than light, taking her fallacy out on the Grave Digger. Carlos was forced to send out his Milotic just to calm her down. It worked though, and after she regained her senses, she disappeared before Carlos could collect his tip. It didn't bother him though, she seemed to need the Watts.
The wounds were unknown, and Carlos assumed them to either be trauma related, or due to internal bleeding.
A day later, early in the morning, there was a boy- Carlos was sure it was a boy- who came in with both a Bidoof and Shinx. Although Carlos was asleep, Machamp took care of the Pokemon this time, taking them to the Tower basement. Good thing Glalie and Snorunt were awake as things for Carlos might have been disastrous. He had told of Machamp that day, who walked off sulking. Officer Jenny managed to bring her home before midnight to Carlos' relief.
Today was the day Carlos got a new burial. A Raticate. The trainer who came in was older than most, and he seemed depressed. Possible that he had already been through this, although Carlos had never seen him before.
Carlos usually never saw the Trainers though. The bodies that came from Kanto, the trainers preferred to bring in the deceased themselves. The ones from Johto were usually brought in by the Magnet Train.
...
Not anymore it seemed. The train hadn't been to Kanto in a while. For now, work had been shipped using the S.S Anne. Carlos' Froslass was currently on board the ship, keeping the bodies cool to avoid decay.
In any case, this caused work to come in slower, which was always fine to Carlos.
Carlos stared at the newly dug grave, and walked to his wheelbarrow. Covered in a sheet was the dead Raticate. Carlos looked at it with a grimace. It didn't seem well-loved as a whole, but it seemed have been a useful companion. Most likely it was subject to the future most Rattatta and Raticates faced, an 'HM Whore'.
Carlos sighed and picked it up gently. It had massive bruising all over its body, and bones were broken in many places. Blood stained its fur.
Dead Pokemon couldn't be healed, not like knocked out ones. The machine that the Nurse Joy's used were unable to work for organisms with no vital signs. Even the Chansey's Eggs had no effect. The Pokemon stayed in the state that they died in.
Carlos knelt down beside the grave, and lowered the Raticate into the ground. There was no doubt that it was loved, but even love couldn't help when faced with what was obviously the violent and lethal outcome of Rollout. <******** Whitney. It's her fault Rollout got popular," Carlos muttered. "You didn't deserve this."
He said a few words, and wished for the Pokemon to return to this world in the form of a Ghastly, as was the custom for Grave Diggers.
Sighing, Carlos walked back to the oak tree and picked up his shovel. Picking up a spade full of dirt and hurling it into the grave, Carlos began to finish the last of his work load for the day.
Shhnk.
Thunk.
Shhnk.
Sckreen.
Thunk.
Shhhnk.
Thunk.
Sigh.
Shhhnk.
Thunk.
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problematic briefcase Crew
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 2:10 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:19 am
By the way gaiz, you get moar angsty the more your Pokemon die. It's natural I suppose.
Also, more. Yes. <3 I'll be doing them in fives. Don't forget to post what killed them. I like to realistically explain that. :3
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problematic briefcase Crew
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problematic briefcase Crew
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 10:21 pm
(I apologize for the wall of text when Wylr comes up. Apparently, him and Carlos are big on the philosophies of the Pokemon world and it's standard of battling. xD
Enjoy. :3 )
April 16
Banging on the door awoke Carlos from his sleep. He muttered, and sit upright, legs dangling off the bed. He rubbed his eyes, groaned and then pulled on his shirt. Carlos slept by the Tower in Lavender Town, more of a hut than a house. It was rent free at least, paid by both factions of the Elite 4 for his Graveyard duties.
It was still dark outside, the moon light shone from the window illuminating the right half of his room. Carlos could see the remnants of rain still stuck to the window pane. He sighed and began to shuffle his way towards the living room.
More banging on the door and Carlos yelled out about his impending arrival. He muttered something about the time- three in the morning- and reached the door without blindingly walking into anything. He twisted the knob and swung the door open.
"What the hell do you wa-" Carlos began and was cut off by the realization that nothing was there. Carlos looked right, and then left, and then down. Something was here. The small, mangled lifeless body of a Hoothoot lay on Carlos' doorstep, rested upon a small comforter. A note was laid by the bird Pokemon's body, and Carlos first picked it up.
I'm sorry for leaving my beloved Hoothoot like this. I can't face you again. It's embarrassing and too admitting of defeat. I blame Clarence for my Pokemon's death, and only Clarence.
It was unsigned. Carlos flipped the note over, staring at the unmarked side.
"Who the ******** is Clarence?" Carlos asked the darkness. He shook his head, and then bent down to pick up the Hoothoot.
"Sno runt?" A voice called out, and Carlos felt a brush of cold over him. Carlos turned around and smiled at the Snorunt rubbing it's eyes. He was a bit embarrassed at having awoken the young Pokemon, but he would have had to waken one of the ice types up anyways. He beckoned it closer, and frowned.
"It's alright Ennie. Someone just dropped off another burial."
"Runt!" Ennie exclaimed and rushed forward to see the deceased Pokemon. Carlos picked up the Hoothoot and gave a look of disgust.
"What the ********?" He exclaimed.
"Sno?"
"All the bones are broken!" Carlos cried out. He bent over and picked up the comforter, and wrapped the bird Pokemon up.
"Why do people send bird Pokemon against Rock types anyway? Just get a water type, honestly." Carlos said, his voice low. It was sad to see this type of death. Bird Pokemon were still like birds, they had hallow bones, and people still figured their Pokemon could take more than a couple hits of a Rock-type move. They just didn't care so long as they won.
Shaking his head, Carlos closed the door behind him.
"Come on Ennie, we'll take this to the basement now. Marly should still be up keeping her work cold. She'll help you start with this one."
"Snorunt!" Ennie roared and she threw a piece of ice at Carlos.
Thok
"Ow! What the he- I didn't mean it as an insult!"
The ice Pokemon chittered with happiness, and rubbed against Carlos as they entered Pokemon Tower.
The Next Day
Carlos waved and said his goodbyes to a young trainer leaving the Tower, her sobbing still ringing in the Gravedigger's ears. Carlos felt sorry for her, as she revealed that she had just experienced her first two Pokemon deaths. She was still young, too young to experience the harsh nature of life. The only one to blame was Professor Oak and Professor Elm. It was thanks to them that people began to assume that it was perfectly natural for ten year olds to begin their adventure. Some of them were quite successful, like the girl who had just come to bring her deceased. She was older than the usual assortment of trainers who either came for the burial, or those who came to grieve. It was surely more of a blow for her than for others. The girl was born in Kanto, Carlos could tell. Her Charamander was now being kept cool until it was ready.
It's death was simple. It was unable to restart it's flame during a battle with a Diglett. Damn hole-making pests. There was no counting the amount of times Carlos had tripped in their holes when he went to visit certain Gym Leaders.
The Gym Leaders were difficult. Emotionally unstable and more likely than not, they would go bat-s**t insane. Every once in a while, a trainer would come by demanding a badge. It would seem that the only way they could prove themselves worthy was to off the Leader's team. The new trainers were evil little things.
Carlos focused on the Charamander instead. It cause him pain to look at its defeated body.
Carlos had a Charamander at one time, when he first began his position at Pokemon Tower. He used to preform cremations for trainers who requested the ritual. That was until a distraught trainer attacked Charamander while it was in the middle of the cremation. He had slipped by Carlos and by the time Carlos had heard what was going on, it was too late. The trainer had apparently thought it was appropriate to set a Scizor onto a working Charamander. Despite the type differences, the speed of the Scizor was unprecedented to the fire lizard. Cleaning took three days, and Carlos was given a leave of absence. The trainer was convicted of Slaughter, and his Pokemon were released while he wastes away in a mental hospital.
Carlos sat at his desk in the front area of Pokemon Tower. Holding his head, he began slowly breathing in and out. After a couple minutes, he went to examine the other Pokemon the girl brought in.
A Pidgey. There were no cuts, (oh god the blood), and there were no obvious signs of elemental damage. Carlos moved it's head, and at the ease of movement knew what was wrong. A well-placed Karate Chop at the neck area. No doubt the impact caused the Pidgey's spinal chord to shatter. A broken neck.
"Who the hell uses a Karate Chop on a Pidgey?" Carlos cried out incredulously. "Overkill much?"
He set the Pidgey beside the Charamander, both resting on a trolley, and he began to push towards the small door near the double doors leading to the basement.
Squeak
Squeak
Squeak
"Holy Arceus that noise is annoying as all ********! Why isn't this greased properly?" Carlos bellowed.
Ding
There was an automated mini-elevator for the sole purpose of bringing the corpses down, and Carlos waited for it to reach his level. The elevator was usually slow, mostly because of all the ice coming from the basement. There was a button down there that brought it up, but none of the Pokemon seemed to be capable of pushing it after Carlos brought more Pokemon down.
His teeth chattered and he shivered as the door to the elevator slid open. He was grateful, it was usually frozen shut on most days.
After the bodies went down, and the elevator stayed put, Carlos sat back down at his desk. He really wasn't in the mood to do any burials today, but he knew he had to. If he didn't, the work would pile up and he'd be in over his head soon enough.
Carlos didn't manage to get anymore sleep after his late night visitor. He was unable to get back to sleep, mostly out of worry for the trainer who left his or her Pokemon. Carlos pushed back the chair, and put his head on the desk, groaning.
That's when the door banged opened causing Carlos to stand abruptly.
"D-did you know dead P-P-Pokemon c-can't be recalled? I mean, into their Pokeballs." A voice stuttered. A sob escaped from the voice, and then a sniff. The figure still didn't enter the Tower.
"Hey are you-"
"NO I'M NOT OKAY, YOU UNOBSERVANT ASSHAT! Why else would I be here?" The voice screamed.
"Huh... Well, now that we have an idea as to why were barging in here; can you come in all the way?" Carlos quietly asked.
The figure sniffed again, and walked in dragging a dog sled behind them. Carlos recognized the trainer, but didn't say anything.
"Is that a Ponyta?"
The trainer grunted and nodded his head.
"There's also my Medicham and my Buizel. I had no other way to get them h-here. I r-ran out of m-money," He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "The smell is making me sick." The boy began to sway. Carlos pointed to a chair on the opposite side of Carlos' desk. The boy left the sled by the day, and walked over to the chair, and flopped onto it. He buried his head in his heads, and began to shake his head.
Carlos walked over to the wall by the entrance. Faintly, a buzz could be heard from the basement, and the calling out of a Froslass. Carlos turned and walked over to the desk, sitting opposite of the trainer.
"It's alright. The decaying process doesn't- Uhm, nevermind. Can you tell me what happened?"
They trainer shook his head.
"I don't really want to." He said, exhaustion hanging on his breath.
Carlos nodded his head, and looked towards the basement. He got up and walked towards a little fridge kept on a table a couple feet away. He came back to the desk and gave the trainer a can of soda. He then threw his hands up, to give attention to the area around them.
"Shitty office space, but I'm not supposed to be in doors, you know? By the way, talking about what happened, it helps. It's part of the grieving process." Carlos heard the basement doors open up a bit, and felt the room get a bit colder. "Ah. Marly can you take these down?" Carlos said, not looked at the basement, but pointing at the sled.
"Froslass." Marly uttered, and without any physical contact, the sled began to move.
Carlos stared at the trainer, who had opened up the soda and began to drink it.
"I lost five Pokemon already. Five. I haven't even been on this journey for long, I just managed to get my first Pokemon weeks ago. Most trainer I know haven't lost the same amount. Wha- what did I do? What did I do to deserve this? I mean, what are the chances of a Force Palm landing from an almost defeated Pokemon who's paralyzed?" The boy spoke quickly, and full of surprise.
He really did believe that something was against him. Sometimes luck was all that was needed to win, or the absence of it to lose. No doubt the boy was shaken.
"It doesn't seem like a lack of common knowledge is what did your Pokemon in. s**t happens kid, all the time. It sucks that this kind of stuff happens to you young trainers."
The boy gave a listless chuckle. "I'm not a kid. I'm quite old. That's why I wasn't expecting this to happen. When your my age, and you're a trainer, it seems that people expect a level of expertise from you. All because some p***k managed to wipe out Team Rocket half a decade ago at the age of ten doesn't mean every trainer is like that. I just... I just want to know why people put so much expectations on us. You know?" The boy drank more of the soda, coughed, and then sighed.
"I know who you're talking about. That kid, Red, he really isn't so great. So many Pokemon came this way because of him. He hurt a lot of people. He hurt the Leaders of Kanto badly. Professor Oak's grandson, Blue? Yeah, he at least comes around to pay his respects. He lost many Pokemon to Red. I mean, even I lost something from Red. The bad thing about him was that he never cared. He never cared for his own Pokemon, the Pokemon of others, even wild Pokemon. He just wanted to win, to 'be the best'. For some reason people look up to him. They think that what he did was so great, and that all his actions were, 'for the greater good.' Since when was genocide the greatest thing ever? He only ever got off because he got rid of Team Rocket.
"It's wrong for the adults to put so much stock into the new trainers, it really is. No one else has the capacity to be that cruel. You kids are all brainwashed into that acceptance of cruelty." Carlos stopped and stared at the double doors leading to the basement. He turned to the boy, who still wouldn't look at Carlos.
"They expect us to be so good, to be able to kill anything that gets in our way. Not everyone is like that, not everyone disrespects life like that. There needs to be a better way than this. Why do we need to prove our greatness at the destruction of another's dreams? Why do we need to be superior by taken away the things they love?" The boy looked at Carlos, tears in his eyes.
Carlos looked down. He didn't know how to answer the question. Death always happened, but it was never this bad before. It was never so competitive. Ever since Red and Blue raced to become the best, everything became different. Pokemon casualties sky rocketed. Everyone was catching on, this whole new side of Pokemon, of being the best.
The trainer had begun to cry.
"I can't even keep my own Pokemon alive. How would I even become a Gym leader much less a Champion? It-it's... IT'S ******** BULLSHIT THAT'S WHAT IT IS!" He shouted standing up, and then he grabbed the table and flipped it. Carlos stood up, but backed away. His instinct was to get away from the boy, even though he was able to hold him down. <******** ******** ******** ******** FUUUUUUCK! WHO DECIDED THAT THIS WAS ALRIGHT? NO ONE STOPPED TO THINK TH-THAT... THAT MURDER WAS WRONG?" The trainer grabbed at his head, and began to scream wordlessly. Carlos grabbed an Ultraball from his belt, and he held it out.
"Harly, come out." Carlos whispered, as the boy continued screaming. A white light flashed and a Milotic appeared form the source of the light. It cried out, and then sensed that something was wrong with the boy beside his Trainer. A warm red light emanated from the Milotic and the boy's screaming stopped.
"Harly can you stay with him for a bit? Take him outside?"
The Milotic cried out, and started to slide towards the door. The boy wordlessly followed it outside. Carlos looked at the mess. It was small as he didn't keep too much on the desk, but one of the corners was dented.
"Ugh, I'm going to start keeping that Milotic out whenever a trainer comes in." He muttered as he lifted the table up.
When he was done, he sat down and looked out the window. The boy was facing away from the Tower, and Harly was coming back to the Tower. The door slid open, and the Pokemon made its way towards Carlos.
"Did he calm down?"
The Pokemon nodded.
"He'll be alright. I hope." Carlos snorted. He knew the boy was going to be different. He was unsure if it was in a good way or in a bad way.
Harly nudged Carlos with his head, and was given a good hug from the Gravedigger.
"s**t's messed up Harly. It really is. This isn't the right mindset we should be teaching the new trainers. This s**t's messed up big time."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:04 pm
R.I.P.
Kitty- Meowth
Cause of death:
Training level 11 Meowth. Caught by wild Ekans "Snare" attack. Unable to retreat. Held out for a decent number of rounds before succumbing to the level 15 Ekans.
Ape - Mankey
Cause of death:
Fierce battle with rival Gary. Only pokemon defeated during battle.
Haru - Diglett
Cause of death:
Wild Dugtrio in Diglett cave overcame the lower leveled Diglett with sheer force of might.
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