Dancing Mad
Verin
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Lightning crackles in the black night, you clutch your first prize in your hand, with every jolt of power from the sky it glints with a malicious light. As you crest a hill, you hear low murmurs to the east, as you approach the macabre voices the air chills around you , your breath hangs in the air around you as you approach the rotting doors of a LARGE cathedral, adorned with large stone figures of pokemon long since dead and gone.
A loud voice startles out of your reverie, Hateful and full of malice.
"Well, are you going to stand daftly outside my gym, or are you going to ENTER?"
Compiling to the voice, you walk awkwardly into the gym, and, as expected, you are greeted by the leader himself, his red eyes glowing in the dark, an unnatural fire amongst the chill prevalent in the room.
"So, i guess you are another child, come to think they can tarnish my legacy? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, I have NEVER lost a match, believe me when i say it, BOY, i have seen trainers come and go, you think you will amount to anything? you think YOU can beat the champion?”
Grinning broadly, the young man stands, a bottle of wine clutched in his pale hand. With a sudden flourish, he begins to waltz around the room, a serene look melting over his face.
“SEIN GEWESEN ZU LANGE verpasste ich das wunderbare Blutvergießen eines Kampfs, der Ebben und Flüsse vom Kampf, es lässt mich mich .... lebendig fühlen.”
Then as quickly as the calm started, the storm began, lightning crackled outside the windows, wind howled throughout the cathedral, rain poured in through the broken roof. “I AM VERIN VERDELET, GHOST LEADER OF HALLOWPOINT WOODS! AND THIS IS WHERE THEY WILL PLACE YOUR GRAVE”
With a loud cackle, the crazed man pulls out a pokeball, bouncing it in his palm. His gaze grows cold as he slams it into the ground, over the bright light of the ball, and the sound of the raging storm, he calls out in a haunting melody, swaying in rhythm to the chaos around him.
“Can you dance to the screams of the dead? Let us find out!”
A loud voice startles out of your reverie, Hateful and full of malice.
"Well, are you going to stand daftly outside my gym, or are you going to ENTER?"
Compiling to the voice, you walk awkwardly into the gym, and, as expected, you are greeted by the leader himself, his red eyes glowing in the dark, an unnatural fire amongst the chill prevalent in the room.
"So, i guess you are another child, come to think they can tarnish my legacy? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, I have NEVER lost a match, believe me when i say it, BOY, i have seen trainers come and go, you think you will amount to anything? you think YOU can beat the champion?”
Grinning broadly, the young man stands, a bottle of wine clutched in his pale hand. With a sudden flourish, he begins to waltz around the room, a serene look melting over his face.
“SEIN GEWESEN ZU LANGE verpasste ich das wunderbare Blutvergießen eines Kampfs, der Ebben und Flüsse vom Kampf, es lässt mich mich .... lebendig fühlen.”
Then as quickly as the calm started, the storm began, lightning crackled outside the windows, wind howled throughout the cathedral, rain poured in through the broken roof. “I AM VERIN VERDELET, GHOST LEADER OF HALLOWPOINT WOODS! AND THIS IS WHERE THEY WILL PLACE YOUR GRAVE”
With a loud cackle, the crazed man pulls out a pokeball, bouncing it in his palm. His gaze grows cold as he slams it into the ground, over the bright light of the ball, and the sound of the raging storm, he calls out in a haunting melody, swaying in rhythm to the chaos around him.
“Can you dance to the screams of the dead? Let us find out!”
As the chaos swirls around you, the melody warping the leaders mind creeps into your head.
