The Beginning
There are bright hills in the middle of the summer, the sun directly behind us, the trainer's shadow stands tall. Moving into the mid-distance there are lopsided hills, on top of a hill on the right is the lab. The lab is a seemingly small thing from the outside, but it is actually the second story which sits right on top of the U hill that is mostly seen from this point of view. The first story is down below, after the hill and is enormous when spotted. Path winds sharply to right before leading to second story that is where you see the public door. As the path curves right, only moves across middle 1/3 of the image as there is a cliff that begins to develop in that last 1/3... down below that cliff is the town from which our soon-to-be trainer comes. The colors are bright pastels mostly browns, tans and greens. The image is cartoonish, bright, and cheery
"There it is! The professor's lab! After so many long years of waiting, it is finally time to begin your journey to become a Pokemon master.
Despite having walked the path to the lab many times as a child, you suddenly feel as if there are Butterfree in your stomach. Out of the corner of your eye you see your best friend. At first you consider approaching him, but decide not to since you aren't sure you can keep a conversation while feeling this nervous. You make sure to walk just a few steps behind him -- just far enough behind that he won't notice you. Suddenly, just as you settle into a comfortable following distance he turns and notices you. Now you know it's inevitable. He's seen you. You have to walk with him.
An awkward silence follows you as you both try to find a way to break the tension. You try to begin to say words, to ask a question, to make a stupid joke that you know he'll laugh at anyway, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out. The two of you slowly approach the same door that you have so many times before, but this time it seemed as if it was completely new to you. As you ring the doorbell and hear it's familiar dings and dongs, you feel somewhat comforted.
After what seems to be an eternity, your friend begins to wonder if perhaps the professor hadn't heard you and he tries ringing it again.
Several more seconds that feel like decades pass and so you shove your friend out of the way push it again. Nothing! You begin to ring it again and again and again. The sound is no longer comforts you, it seems to be mocking you almost as if to tell you that you are never going to get in and will never start your journey. You ring and you ring, wanting nothing more than to break the doorbell and force your way through that door. You ring and you ring and ring ring ri-suddenly the door swings open rather violently. More than a bit to your embarrassment, when you look up you see a quite displeased old man looking at you and your best friend pointing to you. What a great way to begin your journey.
There are bright hills in the middle of the summer, the sun directly behind us, the trainer's shadow stands tall. Moving into the mid-distance there are lopsided hills, on top of a hill on the right is the lab. The lab is a seemingly small thing from the outside, but it is actually the second story which sits right on top of the U hill that is mostly seen from this point of view. The first story is down below, after the hill and is enormous when spotted. Path winds sharply to right before leading to second story that is where you see the public door. As the path curves right, only moves across middle 1/3 of the image as there is a cliff that begins to develop in that last 1/3... down below that cliff is the town from which our soon-to-be trainer comes. The colors are bright pastels mostly browns, tans and greens. The image is cartoonish, bright, and cheery
"There it is! The professor's lab! After so many long years of waiting, it is finally time to begin your journey to become a Pokemon master.
Despite having walked the path to the lab many times as a child, you suddenly feel as if there are Butterfree in your stomach. Out of the corner of your eye you see your best friend. At first you consider approaching him, but decide not to since you aren't sure you can keep a conversation while feeling this nervous. You make sure to walk just a few steps behind him -- just far enough behind that he won't notice you. Suddenly, just as you settle into a comfortable following distance he turns and notices you. Now you know it's inevitable. He's seen you. You have to walk with him.
An awkward silence follows you as you both try to find a way to break the tension. You try to begin to say words, to ask a question, to make a stupid joke that you know he'll laugh at anyway, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out. The two of you slowly approach the same door that you have so many times before, but this time it seemed as if it was completely new to you. As you ring the doorbell and hear it's familiar dings and dongs, you feel somewhat comforted.
After what seems to be an eternity, your friend begins to wonder if perhaps the professor hadn't heard you and he tries ringing it again.
Several more seconds that feel like decades pass and so you shove your friend out of the way push it again. Nothing! You begin to ring it again and again and again. The sound is no longer comforts you, it seems to be mocking you almost as if to tell you that you are never going to get in and will never start your journey. You ring and you ring, wanting nothing more than to break the doorbell and force your way through that door. You ring and you ring and ring ring ri-suddenly the door swings open rather violently. More than a bit to your embarrassment, when you look up you see a quite displeased old man looking at you and your best friend pointing to you. What a great way to begin your journey.
