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You're also over the hill, grampa, nobody says "wapanese" or "weeaboo" anymore. Nowadays people just say "weeb".
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What do you think oldfag stands for? Hint it's old and grumpy ready to troll any surviving gaiafags who step on my glowing lawn.
I'm antiquated and proud of it
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“Wapanese” just makes me thing of that one sheboon niggerslop song that Ben Shapiro had a meltdown over.
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@milahu, A German user who signed up recently posts about his book and then openly doxes himself after his digital trail was posted.
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Only one out of the animes you listed I'm actually familiar with and the only anime I ever actually watched.
I might sound MATI, but that show is just awful. It's a vapid, unfunny, pile of horseshit where the only "humor" comes from unfunny running gags and sex jokes. And the worst part is how popular it is. Rodger Avary, the screen writer behind some of my favorite movies of all time, Pulp Fiction and, Reservoir Dogs, came out and said that the movie was the best thing he'd ever watched. Like I wish a fan of it would sit me down and genuinely explain to me why they enjoyed it so much because I've been seeing people who enjoy it for years now and I've never gotten it. Maybe I'm just not enough of a porn addict.
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I haven't watched anything in years besides one piece, sunk cost at this point.
But from reviews I was under the impression that the appeal is that it is "realistic" - Maybe that's what he enjoyed out of that show?
Also
This guy is a retarded fucking gift, his manifesto is pathetic and so funny, with so many wild and retarded ideas that you just can't avoid laughing at.
Thanks for sharing.
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the coomerbait is the worst part of it but it's one of the best comedies of errors ive seen
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That's a retarded cope for bad writing. All the "realism" just comes from the fact that the main character is an detestable prick and his party are all cute girls who are bad at their jobs. I've heard people compare it to the anime version of something like It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, even though that show's writing is a million times more clever and funny then the writing made by the hacks that wrote Konosuba, especially with jokes.
I usually like stuff like that but most of the time I just found it retarded, mean spirited, or just fucking stupid.
The thing he mentions about having a CP charge on his record is very weird. Like police aren't just gonna give you a CP charge without a reason.
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i wouldnt say its smart but its not retarded
do you remember any specific scenes you found dumb that arent just boobies
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It's been way too long to remember any specific scenes but I just remember thinking all the repetitive "le useless le explosion le masochist" jokes were retarded. I'll be honest, Aqua was my favorite character and by the time I was watching season 2 I was pretty much skipping through anything that didn't directly involve her because it was so painful.
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not to be a redditor but i think season 2 was way better in terms of comedy
fuck darkness she only exists so neets and teenagers have something to stare at
i didnt have a problem with megumin but i dont remember what she did in the first season
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I believe KonoSuba is intended to be a parody of the isekai genre, similar to how One Punch Man is a parody of the superhero and fighting genres. I only watched it because I kept seeing the damn characters everywhere. The film did have a funny joke, which I'll explain in this spoiler:
Watch Batman: The Animated Series instead, which beats the hell out of most all anime in every respect. The good Western cartoons from the 1990s are leagues better than most of that trash.
The Crimson Demons are introduced in one of the first episodes, and I found them to be ridiculous, because they're just normal people in appearance. The film explains their origin, and they are in fact normal people with minor differences. The scientist who created them was introduced at the end of the first season, turned out to be an idiot also sent from Earth like the main character, and had been given just enough intelligence to be dangerous. The Crimson Demons are a parody of the Chunibyo character archetype. This is slightly funny.
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@gamerweeb1 can correct me on whether or not this was merely a false positive, but judging from the content of the posts I came across when compared to his own on the Farms, I find this to be unlikely.
MAL Profile: Archive | Link
Some highlights:
The Miku figure inquiry led me to an Imgur upload [A] which almost certainly comes from the same person, given the presence of the Rem figure in his posts there.
Imgur: Archive | Link
"Silent Mode: On"
Even on ResetEra does he use the exact same name.
There were other accounts I discovered on Pokemon-related forums, though they were dearth of any particularly entertaining displays of autism.
Smogon (Archive)
Pokecommunity (Archive)
However, I did come across a Danganronpa x Pokemon inspired fanfiction - and, by extension, a TVTropes account, which, funnily enough, took a fanfic that was under a completely different username and outright confirmed it as being his own [A].
Archive was having some issues with the fanfic, so for the curious, here are the 4 chapters from within:
Having come across so many other connections to the same handle, I was compelled to give his account here a look, both for comedy's sake and any corroborating topics or interests, and was not disappointed there either.
Unrelated (probably?), but interesting crossover from the reacts.
Link
At best, an innocuous comment on its own, but a little curious when considering the blatant yellow fever and the prior post.
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There could be no one more qualified to judge the whiteness of the Japanese than a Danganronpa profile pic weeb who most likely still lives with his parents. Missed opportunity to have put a 14 in that name.
Link
MAL Profile: Archive | Link
Some highlights:
Bodypillow and figurine talk (including a slight dilemma from living with his parents; leads to an Imgur account later):
1 - Archive | Link
2 - Archive | Link
3 - Archive | Link
And a particular fixation on anime high school girls:
1 - Archive | Link
2 - Archive | Link
3 - Archive | Link
Furthermore, a true and honest GF (an Asian one, in fact):
Archive | Link
1 - Archive | Link
2 - Archive | Link
3 - Archive | Link
And a particular fixation on anime high school girls:
1 - Archive | Link
2 - Archive | Link
3 - Archive | Link
Furthermore, a true and honest GF (an Asian one, in fact):
Archive | Link
The Miku figure inquiry led me to an Imgur upload [A] which almost certainly comes from the same person, given the presence of the Rem figure in his posts there.
Imgur: Archive | Link
"Silent Mode: On"
Even on ResetEra does he use the exact same name.
There were other accounts I discovered on Pokemon-related forums, though they were dearth of any particularly entertaining displays of autism.
Smogon (Archive)
Pokecommunity (Archive)
However, I did come across a Danganronpa x Pokemon inspired fanfiction - and, by extension, a TVTropes account, which, funnily enough, took a fanfic that was under a completely different username and outright confirmed it as being his own [A].
Archive was having some issues with the fanfic, so for the curious, here are the 4 chapters from within:
Hello, and welcome to my first ever fanfiction. The concept of this story is to take 20 different Pokemon Trainers from the Pokemon series, and have them participate in a "Danganronpa-style" killing game. In this killing game, each trainer will be able to use their Pokemon as "murder weapons" to kill the other trainers.
(If you are not familiar with the Danganronpa series, I highly recommend looking it up before reading this story. It's an awesome murder-mystery series!)
To avoid having too many characters in this story, I will only be including characters up to Gen 5. So, there will be no characters from Gen 6 onwards in this story.
Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Game Freak and the Pokemon Company.
Pokémon: The Ultimate Killing Game for Ultimate Trainers
Prologue: The Pokémon of Despair (Part 1)
"Wake up, wake up! We need your help, Red!"
Red opened his eyes to find himself looking at someone who he had never met before. However, Red certainly recognised the man's face.
"What on earth… where am I? And what are YOU doing here? Steven Stone, am I correct?", Red asked, feeling like he was in some sort of dream.
"Ah… yes, Red. I am indeed Steven Stone," replied the blue-haired former champion. "I think it is an honour to meet you. Although, I wish we did not have to have our first meeting under such strange circumstances," Steven replied.
"Strange circumstances… how on earth did I get here? I thought I was at my home in Pallet Town last night. Did I get kidnapped by someone? By an obsessive fan? By a former member of Team Rocket?" Red asked, half-jokingly.
"Red, I don't know any more than you do," Steven replied in a unusually dour tone. "We should work together and find out what is going on here. We need to talk to the others."
"Others?" Red finally looked around and realised that the building he was in appeared to be a huge Pokemon battling arena, with several rectangular areas marked with Poke Ball symbols, indicating locations appropriate for serious Pokemon battles. But it was not like any battling arena Red had ever been to before. All the windows on the sides of the arena were bolted shut, letting no natural light in. It was a stark contrast to the arenas Red was familiar with, which allowed sunlight to seep in from all directions. But more shockingly, Red saw that he and Steven were far from the only Pokemon Trainers in this arena. There were more than a dozen trainers scattered across the expansive arena.
Looking directly to his left, Red saw two more Trainers he never expected to see: Clair and Karen, both from the Johto region. Clair was known as the greatest Gym Leader in all of Johto; Karen was even more famous, being both respected and feared as the current strongest member of the Indigo Plateau's Elite Four.
"Steven, we need to talk to them!" Red exclaimed. Steven nodded and the pair approached the two female Trainers.
"Karen, Clair! What are you two doing here?" asked Red, talking unusually quickly and loudly.
"Red and Steven! You two really are the real deal… I couldn't believe my eyes," said Karen with a surprisingly big smile on her face. "Maybe we do have a chance of getting out of this."
"Karen, I think you overestimate their abilities," said Clair, deliberately rolling her eyes. "They may be former champions, but I don't think they are familiar with dealing with mass kidnappings of elite Trainers".
Red was stunned. So I might actually have been kidnapped… he thought, ashamed with the thought that he may have failed to protect himself.
"If we have really been kidnapped…" Red started, "then could have they taken some of our Pokemon as well? Oh no…" Red checked inside of his jacket, in which he usually kept at least one Poke Ball at all times. It was empty.
"Dear Arceus… they really took my Pokemon. Snorlax was in my jacket yesterday…" At this point, Red finally realised how awful this situation really was.
"That is no surprise to me!" argued Clair. "We may be known as powerful Trainers, but our 'power' only comes from the power of our Pokemon. Without them, we are merely normal, pathetic, insignificant human beings."
Red quickly accepted that Clair was right. He was known as one of the greatest trainers of the world, despite only being 16 years old. However, he knew he was not particularly strong physically or athletically, nor he was a genius outside of the realm of Pokemon battling. If Red had to fight back against his potential kidnappers, he didn't stand much of a chance.
After talking to Karen and Clair for a while, Red and Steven were left feeling more despair in their hearts than they had felt in years.
"Red, I know we are in a bad situation, but we need to stay calm," implored Steven, although he was clearly struggling to sound calm himself. "Let's split up for now. I'll go talk to that woman over there. You should talk to that boy." Steven pointed to a teenage boy standing about fifteen metres from them. Red nodded and walked towards him. While walking over, he turned to glance at Steven, and saw the woman Steven was now shouting out to was a tall blonde-haired woman he also recognised. What the hell? SHE'S here too?! Is this some very expensive prank? thought Red as he stepped closer to the teenage boy. Red realised that this boy was also someone he had seen on TV and in magazines before.
"Red! I'm glad you are here! I need as much help as I can get", the teenage boy explained with a big grin on his face.
"Lucas? You're the champion of the Sinnoh League, aren't you? I don't you think need help from a former champion like me," Red said in a self-deprecating manner.
"Red, sir, Mr. Red, Sir Red... should I call you that?" Lucas asked, barely containing his excitement.
"Just Red is fine with me…" Red said slowly, feeling reminded of many interactions with his most obsessive fans.
"Okay, Red, sir, I believe we are in much safer hands with you around. I'm certain of that. You may be young, but you are one of the most talented Trainers in the world."
"You're also a very talented Trainer, and you are even younger than I am," Red said, still surprised by how humble the Sinnoh Champion was being.
Red and Lucas chatted for a few more minutes, and then Red looked around for more Trainers to talk to. Red wanted to know everyone who was in this mysterious arena with him.
"I'm Bugsy, the Bug-type master! Nice to meet you, Red!" said the next person Red talked to. Red initially assumed he was a girl, and was surprised to hear he had a rather deep and masculine voice. Red had studied all of the active gym leaders in Kanto and Johto, but he realised he had completely forgot about Bugsy's existence until that conversation. Red privately thought it was a bit odd for one of the most infamously weak gym leaders to be in this arena filled with elite trainers, but Red kept such thoughts to himself.
"Hello, Red of Pallet Town. My name is Cheren. I am from the Unova region, I trust you have heard of it? You may expect me to shower praise on you as the others here have, but I am not a bootlicker. I will show respect to you only if you show genuine respect to me. Being a former Champion may make you a powerful Trainer, but it does not mean you are a good person." This bespectacled Trainer was one Red did not recognise at all. Red thought it was best not to question him, as he seemed very uptight and disinterested in further conversation.
"Red, it is great to see a familiar face. It was not long ago that we last met, but you are always someone I can rely on." Red was talking to Misty, the Water-type Gym leader of Cerulean City, who had become good friends with Red following his resignation from the Champion position. Red was glad to have a friend with him in this bizarre situation, although he also felt afraid for the potential danger Misty was in.
In one of the corners of the massive arena, Red saw a tall black-haired man wearing a dark suit and red tie, who was standing far away from the other Trainers. Red walked closer to the man to get a better look. Red's eyes widened as he accepted who he was looking at.
As he quickened his pace, Red shouted out:
"Giovanni… YOU'RE the one behind this, aren't you?!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you reading the first part of my fanfic! Future parts should be longer than this one. Please review and tell me how I can improve. Also, see if you can guess which other Trainers will be included in the killing game!
(If you are not familiar with the Danganronpa series, I highly recommend looking it up before reading this story. It's an awesome murder-mystery series!)
To avoid having too many characters in this story, I will only be including characters up to Gen 5. So, there will be no characters from Gen 6 onwards in this story.
Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Game Freak and the Pokemon Company.
Pokémon: The Ultimate Killing Game for Ultimate Trainers
Prologue: The Pokémon of Despair (Part 1)
"Wake up, wake up! We need your help, Red!"
Red opened his eyes to find himself looking at someone who he had never met before. However, Red certainly recognised the man's face.
"What on earth… where am I? And what are YOU doing here? Steven Stone, am I correct?", Red asked, feeling like he was in some sort of dream.
"Ah… yes, Red. I am indeed Steven Stone," replied the blue-haired former champion. "I think it is an honour to meet you. Although, I wish we did not have to have our first meeting under such strange circumstances," Steven replied.
"Strange circumstances… how on earth did I get here? I thought I was at my home in Pallet Town last night. Did I get kidnapped by someone? By an obsessive fan? By a former member of Team Rocket?" Red asked, half-jokingly.
"Red, I don't know any more than you do," Steven replied in a unusually dour tone. "We should work together and find out what is going on here. We need to talk to the others."
"Others?" Red finally looked around and realised that the building he was in appeared to be a huge Pokemon battling arena, with several rectangular areas marked with Poke Ball symbols, indicating locations appropriate for serious Pokemon battles. But it was not like any battling arena Red had ever been to before. All the windows on the sides of the arena were bolted shut, letting no natural light in. It was a stark contrast to the arenas Red was familiar with, which allowed sunlight to seep in from all directions. But more shockingly, Red saw that he and Steven were far from the only Pokemon Trainers in this arena. There were more than a dozen trainers scattered across the expansive arena.
Looking directly to his left, Red saw two more Trainers he never expected to see: Clair and Karen, both from the Johto region. Clair was known as the greatest Gym Leader in all of Johto; Karen was even more famous, being both respected and feared as the current strongest member of the Indigo Plateau's Elite Four.
"Steven, we need to talk to them!" Red exclaimed. Steven nodded and the pair approached the two female Trainers.
"Karen, Clair! What are you two doing here?" asked Red, talking unusually quickly and loudly.
"Red and Steven! You two really are the real deal… I couldn't believe my eyes," said Karen with a surprisingly big smile on her face. "Maybe we do have a chance of getting out of this."
"Karen, I think you overestimate their abilities," said Clair, deliberately rolling her eyes. "They may be former champions, but I don't think they are familiar with dealing with mass kidnappings of elite Trainers".
Red was stunned. So I might actually have been kidnapped… he thought, ashamed with the thought that he may have failed to protect himself.
"If we have really been kidnapped…" Red started, "then could have they taken some of our Pokemon as well? Oh no…" Red checked inside of his jacket, in which he usually kept at least one Poke Ball at all times. It was empty.
"Dear Arceus… they really took my Pokemon. Snorlax was in my jacket yesterday…" At this point, Red finally realised how awful this situation really was.
"That is no surprise to me!" argued Clair. "We may be known as powerful Trainers, but our 'power' only comes from the power of our Pokemon. Without them, we are merely normal, pathetic, insignificant human beings."
Red quickly accepted that Clair was right. He was known as one of the greatest trainers of the world, despite only being 16 years old. However, he knew he was not particularly strong physically or athletically, nor he was a genius outside of the realm of Pokemon battling. If Red had to fight back against his potential kidnappers, he didn't stand much of a chance.
After talking to Karen and Clair for a while, Red and Steven were left feeling more despair in their hearts than they had felt in years.
"Red, I know we are in a bad situation, but we need to stay calm," implored Steven, although he was clearly struggling to sound calm himself. "Let's split up for now. I'll go talk to that woman over there. You should talk to that boy." Steven pointed to a teenage boy standing about fifteen metres from them. Red nodded and walked towards him. While walking over, he turned to glance at Steven, and saw the woman Steven was now shouting out to was a tall blonde-haired woman he also recognised. What the hell? SHE'S here too?! Is this some very expensive prank? thought Red as he stepped closer to the teenage boy. Red realised that this boy was also someone he had seen on TV and in magazines before.
"Red! I'm glad you are here! I need as much help as I can get", the teenage boy explained with a big grin on his face.
"Lucas? You're the champion of the Sinnoh League, aren't you? I don't you think need help from a former champion like me," Red said in a self-deprecating manner.
"Red, sir, Mr. Red, Sir Red... should I call you that?" Lucas asked, barely containing his excitement.
"Just Red is fine with me…" Red said slowly, feeling reminded of many interactions with his most obsessive fans.
"Okay, Red, sir, I believe we are in much safer hands with you around. I'm certain of that. You may be young, but you are one of the most talented Trainers in the world."
"You're also a very talented Trainer, and you are even younger than I am," Red said, still surprised by how humble the Sinnoh Champion was being.
Red and Lucas chatted for a few more minutes, and then Red looked around for more Trainers to talk to. Red wanted to know everyone who was in this mysterious arena with him.
"I'm Bugsy, the Bug-type master! Nice to meet you, Red!" said the next person Red talked to. Red initially assumed he was a girl, and was surprised to hear he had a rather deep and masculine voice. Red had studied all of the active gym leaders in Kanto and Johto, but he realised he had completely forgot about Bugsy's existence until that conversation. Red privately thought it was a bit odd for one of the most infamously weak gym leaders to be in this arena filled with elite trainers, but Red kept such thoughts to himself.
"Hello, Red of Pallet Town. My name is Cheren. I am from the Unova region, I trust you have heard of it? You may expect me to shower praise on you as the others here have, but I am not a bootlicker. I will show respect to you only if you show genuine respect to me. Being a former Champion may make you a powerful Trainer, but it does not mean you are a good person." This bespectacled Trainer was one Red did not recognise at all. Red thought it was best not to question him, as he seemed very uptight and disinterested in further conversation.
"Red, it is great to see a familiar face. It was not long ago that we last met, but you are always someone I can rely on." Red was talking to Misty, the Water-type Gym leader of Cerulean City, who had become good friends with Red following his resignation from the Champion position. Red was glad to have a friend with him in this bizarre situation, although he also felt afraid for the potential danger Misty was in.
In one of the corners of the massive arena, Red saw a tall black-haired man wearing a dark suit and red tie, who was standing far away from the other Trainers. Red walked closer to the man to get a better look. Red's eyes widened as he accepted who he was looking at.
As he quickened his pace, Red shouted out:
"Giovanni… YOU'RE the one behind this, aren't you?!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you reading the first part of my fanfic! Future parts should be longer than this one. Please review and tell me how I can improve. Also, see if you can guess which other Trainers will be included in the killing game!
Prologue: The Pokémon of Despair (Part 2)
"Red… I had hoped to see you again someday", replied the infamous Kanto criminal.
"So you admit it… that's why you kidnapped me and brought me here?!" shouted Red.
"Ha, Red, my dear boy… I'm afraid you are sorely mistaken about our situation."
"Why should I believe YOU? The evil mob boss who has caused so much harm to people and Pokemon across Kanto?"
"Red, I understand why you would not trust me. I admit that I am a cruel, selfish man. But I have no idea where we are, or how you and I got here."
Red was stunned. Was Giovanni lying, or he was actually being truthful? Who else could have done something as crazy as this? Red thought. Perhaps one of the criminal Teams from another region?
"Giovanni, I can't trust anything you say. But I will investigate this further. I will find out the truth of this place!"
"Hmph… good luck, Red," Giovanni said, surprisingly not expressing any sarcasm in his deep, booming voice.
Red walked away from Giovanni and looked around the arena once again. His eyes landed on a middle-aged man and a teenage girl who were talking to each other.
"RED! I'm so happy you're here!" The teenage girl was May, the Champion of the Hoenn region. She was giddy with excitement upon seeing the legendary Kanto trainer.
"May, it's great to see you too. I have seen many of your battles on TV, and I know you are absolutely one of the greatest trainers in the world," said Red, who truly did have great respect for the young Hoenn champion. His words were not flattery or hyperbole.
"Red, this is my father, Norman. He is a Gym Leader and taught me a great deal about Pokemon," explained May, who had immense respect for her talented father.
"Oh Norman, I know you too! So both you and your daughter are here… this is getting more and more unbelievable. How could so many talented trainers be kidnapped at once?!"
Red pondered many questions as he talked to other trainers in the arena.
"Hello, Red. You may call me N," said a young green-haired man wearing a black-and-white cap.
"N? N … you… you are… the former leader of Team Plasma! I would never befriend someone like you!" Red exclaimed confidently.
"Red, I know I have done terrible things in my past. It is hard to make people trust me. But I assure you, I have grown as a person and developed a better understanding of what it means to be a friend of Pokemon." said N, speaking softly and with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Hi Red! With you and all of these other strong trainers here, I'm all fired up! I'm not worried at all!" A young woman with spiky red hair and a large bust was now talking to Red. It was Flannery, the famous and beautiful Fire-type Gym Leader from Hoenn. Red wasn't sure if Flannery was really as unconcerned as she claimed to be about their situation, but he appreciated her apparent optimism.
"Red, I never thought I would meet someone like you… my name is Marley. I realise I am far less significant than the other trainers here. I'm not a Gym Leader or anything like that… I'm just an ordinary trainer from Sinnoh. I don't know why I'm here. I don't really like talking to people… so please Red, leave me alone. I can't help you anyway…" The black-haired teenage girl named Marley talked very slowly and quietly. She was clearly very shy, so Red did not stay near her for long. Red had no idea who Marley was, but he felt bad for her, and wanted to find out more about her.
"Red, you're here?! I haven't seen you in years!" exclaimed Lorelei, an Ice-type master and former Elite Four member at the Indigo Plateau. Red was happy to see another familiar face. Lorelei was a strong trainer and a kind woman. Red got along well with her during the brief time when they were both working at the Pokemon League.
"Get away from me! I don't give a shit if you are famous… I'm not talking to you." This red-haired teenage boy, who Red did not recognise at all, dismissed Red arrogantly. Red calmly walked away from the angry young man, thinking it would be best to not get involved with someone like him.
"Hi Red, my name is Skyla! I'm the high-flying pilot girl from Unova! I love flying almost as much I love Flying-type Pokemon!" This cheerful redheaded young woman was a Gym Leader from Mistralton City in the Unova region. She was wearing a rather revealing blue outfit which exposed her midriff and accentuated her large breasts. Red tried his best not to stare as he talked to the pretty young woman.
Next, Red walked towards to a blonde-haired woman he had seen earlier.
"Cynthia, hello there! It is a pleasure to finally meet you!" Red was now the one fanboying over a Pokemon League Champion.
"Red, I was going to say the same to you. Steven Stone told me you were here. I will gladly work with you and Steven to find a way out of here. I checked all of the doors around this arena, and they are all locked. It is clear that some wicked person has imprisoned us here. However, I think I may know who did this," explained Cynthia in a soothing, mature voice.
"Really?! Who could have done this?!" questioned Red.
"That blue-haired man over there. His name is Cyrus. As you probably know, he was the leader of Team Galactic, and he tried to reshape the entire world. I never thought I would see him again… there is a lot of history between us. I would strongly advise against approaching him. If he is the person who has trapped us here, then he is extremely dangerous. He may even have the power of a legendary Pokemon on his side," Cynthia explained calmly, making Red anything but calm.
"Dear Arceus… that IS extremely concerning. I will keep my distance from him. But, I don't think we can jump to conclusions yet…" said Red, still struggling to process everything that had happened since he had woken up in the mysterious arena.
Heeding Cynthia's warning, Red did not approach Cyrus, who was standing by his lonesome with a blank, neutral expression to his face. Red searched the arena until he found a different person to talk to. This particular person was another one Red did not recognise at all.
"Um, uh… hi, Red. I don't think I belong here with the rest of you, but I appreciate getting to meet amazing Trainers like you. My name is Yancy. I'm from the Unova region", explained the pink-haired teenage girl who was wearing a wide-brimmed white hat.
"Nice to meet you, Yancy! I'm very sorry about the situation we are currently in, and I will do my best to help you. Why are you saying you don't belong here? Are you not a Pokemon Trainer?" asked Red, genuinely interested in learning more about this mysterious girl.
"Well yes, I am a Pokemon Trainer, but not a very notable one. I am only known in Unova for being the girlfriend of Champion Nate," said Yancy matter-of-factly.
"Oh wow! I know Nate is one of the best Trainers in the world. I doubt Nate's own girlfriend could be a crappy Trainer, hahahaha!" joked Red, making himself laugh at his not-so-funny joke.
"Aw thanks, Red. I know you are just trying to cheer me up… but I'm very worried about Nate. I suspect the real reason I was kidnapped was so I could be used as a hostage. I am worried Nate will try to save me and get himself hurt… or worse…" Yancy started crying as she thought about her boyfriend, who she loved more than anything else in the world.
"Please Red… I need to be left alone with my thoughts… I will talk to you again later…" Yancy's voice trailed off as she wiped her tears.
Red responded, "Yancy… I understand this is extremely hard for you. I promise you... we WILL get out of here. We can do this if we all work together."
Red left Yancy alone and then looked around the arena once again. Red realised that he had talked to every single person in the arena, except for the former leader of Team Galactic. Red sought out Steven Stone and they discussed what they had learned from their chats with the others in the arena. Steven explained that he had also been advised by Cynthia not to talk to Cyrus.
Red and Steven talked for about 20 minutes, until… BANG! A very loud smashing noise was heard across the expansive arena.
"Son of a bitch! What the hell was that?!" cursed the red-haired teenage boy who had previously dismissed Red's attempt at conversation.
Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched voice erupted across the arena.
"Ahem… ahem… testing, testing… Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres… it seems like I have gotten your undivided attention. Welcome, Ultimate Trainers!"
What in Arceus's name is going on? thought Red. The answers to that question would soon prove to be beyond anything Red had imagined...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading my fanfic! All of the participants of the killing game have been revealed, so exciting things will start to happen soon! The next chapter should be up within the next three days.
Please review and tell me your thoughts. I really appreciate feedback.
"Red… I had hoped to see you again someday", replied the infamous Kanto criminal.
"So you admit it… that's why you kidnapped me and brought me here?!" shouted Red.
"Ha, Red, my dear boy… I'm afraid you are sorely mistaken about our situation."
"Why should I believe YOU? The evil mob boss who has caused so much harm to people and Pokemon across Kanto?"
"Red, I understand why you would not trust me. I admit that I am a cruel, selfish man. But I have no idea where we are, or how you and I got here."
Red was stunned. Was Giovanni lying, or he was actually being truthful? Who else could have done something as crazy as this? Red thought. Perhaps one of the criminal Teams from another region?
"Giovanni, I can't trust anything you say. But I will investigate this further. I will find out the truth of this place!"
"Hmph… good luck, Red," Giovanni said, surprisingly not expressing any sarcasm in his deep, booming voice.
Red walked away from Giovanni and looked around the arena once again. His eyes landed on a middle-aged man and a teenage girl who were talking to each other.
"RED! I'm so happy you're here!" The teenage girl was May, the Champion of the Hoenn region. She was giddy with excitement upon seeing the legendary Kanto trainer.
"May, it's great to see you too. I have seen many of your battles on TV, and I know you are absolutely one of the greatest trainers in the world," said Red, who truly did have great respect for the young Hoenn champion. His words were not flattery or hyperbole.
"Red, this is my father, Norman. He is a Gym Leader and taught me a great deal about Pokemon," explained May, who had immense respect for her talented father.
"Oh Norman, I know you too! So both you and your daughter are here… this is getting more and more unbelievable. How could so many talented trainers be kidnapped at once?!"
Red pondered many questions as he talked to other trainers in the arena.
"Hello, Red. You may call me N," said a young green-haired man wearing a black-and-white cap.
"N? N … you… you are… the former leader of Team Plasma! I would never befriend someone like you!" Red exclaimed confidently.
"Red, I know I have done terrible things in my past. It is hard to make people trust me. But I assure you, I have grown as a person and developed a better understanding of what it means to be a friend of Pokemon." said N, speaking softly and with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Hi Red! With you and all of these other strong trainers here, I'm all fired up! I'm not worried at all!" A young woman with spiky red hair and a large bust was now talking to Red. It was Flannery, the famous and beautiful Fire-type Gym Leader from Hoenn. Red wasn't sure if Flannery was really as unconcerned as she claimed to be about their situation, but he appreciated her apparent optimism.
"Red, I never thought I would meet someone like you… my name is Marley. I realise I am far less significant than the other trainers here. I'm not a Gym Leader or anything like that… I'm just an ordinary trainer from Sinnoh. I don't know why I'm here. I don't really like talking to people… so please Red, leave me alone. I can't help you anyway…" The black-haired teenage girl named Marley talked very slowly and quietly. She was clearly very shy, so Red did not stay near her for long. Red had no idea who Marley was, but he felt bad for her, and wanted to find out more about her.
"Red, you're here?! I haven't seen you in years!" exclaimed Lorelei, an Ice-type master and former Elite Four member at the Indigo Plateau. Red was happy to see another familiar face. Lorelei was a strong trainer and a kind woman. Red got along well with her during the brief time when they were both working at the Pokemon League.
"Get away from me! I don't give a shit if you are famous… I'm not talking to you." This red-haired teenage boy, who Red did not recognise at all, dismissed Red arrogantly. Red calmly walked away from the angry young man, thinking it would be best to not get involved with someone like him.
"Hi Red, my name is Skyla! I'm the high-flying pilot girl from Unova! I love flying almost as much I love Flying-type Pokemon!" This cheerful redheaded young woman was a Gym Leader from Mistralton City in the Unova region. She was wearing a rather revealing blue outfit which exposed her midriff and accentuated her large breasts. Red tried his best not to stare as he talked to the pretty young woman.
Next, Red walked towards to a blonde-haired woman he had seen earlier.
"Cynthia, hello there! It is a pleasure to finally meet you!" Red was now the one fanboying over a Pokemon League Champion.
"Red, I was going to say the same to you. Steven Stone told me you were here. I will gladly work with you and Steven to find a way out of here. I checked all of the doors around this arena, and they are all locked. It is clear that some wicked person has imprisoned us here. However, I think I may know who did this," explained Cynthia in a soothing, mature voice.
"Really?! Who could have done this?!" questioned Red.
"That blue-haired man over there. His name is Cyrus. As you probably know, he was the leader of Team Galactic, and he tried to reshape the entire world. I never thought I would see him again… there is a lot of history between us. I would strongly advise against approaching him. If he is the person who has trapped us here, then he is extremely dangerous. He may even have the power of a legendary Pokemon on his side," Cynthia explained calmly, making Red anything but calm.
"Dear Arceus… that IS extremely concerning. I will keep my distance from him. But, I don't think we can jump to conclusions yet…" said Red, still struggling to process everything that had happened since he had woken up in the mysterious arena.
Heeding Cynthia's warning, Red did not approach Cyrus, who was standing by his lonesome with a blank, neutral expression to his face. Red searched the arena until he found a different person to talk to. This particular person was another one Red did not recognise at all.
"Um, uh… hi, Red. I don't think I belong here with the rest of you, but I appreciate getting to meet amazing Trainers like you. My name is Yancy. I'm from the Unova region", explained the pink-haired teenage girl who was wearing a wide-brimmed white hat.
"Nice to meet you, Yancy! I'm very sorry about the situation we are currently in, and I will do my best to help you. Why are you saying you don't belong here? Are you not a Pokemon Trainer?" asked Red, genuinely interested in learning more about this mysterious girl.
"Well yes, I am a Pokemon Trainer, but not a very notable one. I am only known in Unova for being the girlfriend of Champion Nate," said Yancy matter-of-factly.
"Oh wow! I know Nate is one of the best Trainers in the world. I doubt Nate's own girlfriend could be a crappy Trainer, hahahaha!" joked Red, making himself laugh at his not-so-funny joke.
"Aw thanks, Red. I know you are just trying to cheer me up… but I'm very worried about Nate. I suspect the real reason I was kidnapped was so I could be used as a hostage. I am worried Nate will try to save me and get himself hurt… or worse…" Yancy started crying as she thought about her boyfriend, who she loved more than anything else in the world.
"Please Red… I need to be left alone with my thoughts… I will talk to you again later…" Yancy's voice trailed off as she wiped her tears.
Red responded, "Yancy… I understand this is extremely hard for you. I promise you... we WILL get out of here. We can do this if we all work together."
Red left Yancy alone and then looked around the arena once again. Red realised that he had talked to every single person in the arena, except for the former leader of Team Galactic. Red sought out Steven Stone and they discussed what they had learned from their chats with the others in the arena. Steven explained that he had also been advised by Cynthia not to talk to Cyrus.
Red and Steven talked for about 20 minutes, until… BANG! A very loud smashing noise was heard across the expansive arena.
"Son of a bitch! What the hell was that?!" cursed the red-haired teenage boy who had previously dismissed Red's attempt at conversation.
Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched voice erupted across the arena.
"Ahem… ahem… testing, testing… Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres… it seems like I have gotten your undivided attention. Welcome, Ultimate Trainers!"
What in Arceus's name is going on? thought Red. The answers to that question would soon prove to be beyond anything Red had imagined...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading my fanfic! All of the participants of the killing game have been revealed, so exciting things will start to happen soon! The next chapter should be up within the next three days.
Please review and tell me your thoughts. I really appreciate feedback.
Prologue: The Pokémon of Despair (Part 3)
Everyone in the arena looked around in confusion. Nobody could tell where the high-pitched voice had come from. But before anyone could speak, the voice spoke again.
"Everyone, please make your way through the blue door in the southwest corner of the arena. Do not delay!"
All of the Trainers in the arena turned to see that the blue door in one corner of the arena had suddenly swung open.
"Whoa, the door is actually open! Let's get out of this place!" exclaimed Flannery, not at all hesitant about this unexpected development.
Giovanni shouted in response, "Ha, you guys are idiots! This is obviously a trap by our kidnappers. I refuse to listen to them."
"No, you will NOT refuse my orders! Unless you wish to be PUNISHED most severely!" boomed the strange high-pitched voice.
Giovanni's face turned to disgust. He actually felt somewhat afraid of this mysterious presence, who had seemingly pulled off an astonishing crime even he could not have conceived of.
"Well Giovanni, I think you should consider listening to what this voice has to say. You have no Pokemon, and no weapons. How do you expect to defend yourself?" asked Lorelei quizzically.
"Hmph… I guess I'll play along… for now," said Giovanni, trying to hide his fear.
After some hesitation, all the Trainers made their way through the blue door, including Red. They found themselves in a long hallway with several doors on both sides.
"Thank you for following orders, ladies and gentlemen! Now, please go through the door marked 'Main Stage'."
Red followed the other Trainers into the 'Main Stage'. It was a large, spacious room with a wide stage in the front, currently covered by black-and-white curtains. Red and the other trainers all stood in the room and looked towards the stage.
"Thank you, Ultimate Trainers! Everyone is here! Now, it's finally time to introduce myself!
Red stared at the curtains intently. He wanted to be brave, but inside, he felt a fear he had not felt since his first year as a Pokemon Trainer. He knew he was about to see the kidnappers who had taken him and so many other Trainers hostage.
The black-and-white curtains rose up. It only took a few seconds, but it felt much slower to Red. Once the curtains had risen, Red's eyes almost bulged out of his head… not in fear, but in confusion.
On the stage, there stood a single Pokemon Red knew very well: a Snorlax. Red's own Snorlax was one of Red's closest friends, and had been one of the six Pokemon he used on his team to defeat Blue and claim his place as the Indigo League Champion. But this Snorlax was unlike any Snorlax had ever seen before: it was not blue and white, but rather half-black and half-white. The right side of its body was a bright white, while its left side was pitch black. Its white side had the cheerful smile typical of a Snorlax, but its black side had a wide, toothy grin that was strangely creepy to Red.
Upon seeing this unusual creature, nobody knew what to say. The Trainers looked around, absolutely befuddled by what they were seeing.
After a long silence, Norman was the first Trainer to have the courage to speak up.
"So… that's it?! A Snorlax, seriously? You brought us here to show us a Snorlax you covered in paint? Very scary, guys!"
"DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME!" The high-pitched voice emerged again, louder than before… but this time, the Trainers could see the source of the voice. The Snorlax on the stage was opening and closing its mouth as they heard the loud voice. The Snorlax is… speaking? No, no, no… this is a trick. An illusion. This is absurd… thought Red.
Norman's body shook after hearing the threat towards him, seemingly coming from the strange creature. "I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry! I won't mock you again!" Norman pleaded.
"Thank you, thank you, I accept your apology. It's OK! Just know that if any of you mock me again, the punishment may be very, very, very, very, VERY harsh! Pahahaha!"
The strangely coloured Snorlax continued to speak, "Alright, ladies and gentlemen. I'm gonna tell you guys what's really going on here. No lies, just the truth. Please hold your questions until the end!"
At that point, Red tried to stop wondering about how a Snorlax could be speaking at all, and focus on what it was saying.
"Ahem… my name is Monolax! I am the king of all Snorlax in this universe, and the Pokemon of Despair! I have brought all of you here together for one purpose: so you can enjoy playing the Ultimate Killing Game for Ultimate Trainers!"
Ultimate Killing Game… Red struggled to think clearly after hearing those words. It can't mean… ACTUAL killing, can it?
Monolax continued, "I looked all across the regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Unova. I assessed the Trainers from each region, and chose four powerful Trainers from each to represent their region in the Ultimate Killing Game. Now you are all assembled here: the twenty Ultimate Trainers! The twenty Trainers who will compete in a game of life-and-death to prove your mastery of training and battling Pokemon! The winners of this game shall receive a great reward: the right to escape from this prison! Only one or two Trainers may reign victorious. The rest of you must suffer the consequences of your lack of talent, courage and luck. As long as you remain alive in this place, you play by MY rules. You break them, and you face a punishment of MY choosing… anyway, onto the rules. The aim of the Ultimate Killing Game is very simple: murder a fellow Trainer, get away with it and escape!"
Red felt the world around him fading away into darkness as he heard those words coming from Monolax's mouth. Red had accepted that whoever had kidnapped him and the other "Ultimate Trainers" was a huge threat, and thus this wasn't just some extraordinary prank. The people who brought them to this strange place had done so to get them to play a twisted game, one in which they would have to murder each other. Red no longer felt any optimism or faith that they would all escape alive. Red could only feel one single emotion threatening to burst from deep within his heart.
Despair.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for this chapter taking much longer to come out than it was supposed to. I hope to release chapters at a more consistent pace from now on.
Anyway, please review and give your thoughts! Which characters do you hope survive the killing game?
Everyone in the arena looked around in confusion. Nobody could tell where the high-pitched voice had come from. But before anyone could speak, the voice spoke again.
"Everyone, please make your way through the blue door in the southwest corner of the arena. Do not delay!"
All of the Trainers in the arena turned to see that the blue door in one corner of the arena had suddenly swung open.
"Whoa, the door is actually open! Let's get out of this place!" exclaimed Flannery, not at all hesitant about this unexpected development.
Giovanni shouted in response, "Ha, you guys are idiots! This is obviously a trap by our kidnappers. I refuse to listen to them."
"No, you will NOT refuse my orders! Unless you wish to be PUNISHED most severely!" boomed the strange high-pitched voice.
Giovanni's face turned to disgust. He actually felt somewhat afraid of this mysterious presence, who had seemingly pulled off an astonishing crime even he could not have conceived of.
"Well Giovanni, I think you should consider listening to what this voice has to say. You have no Pokemon, and no weapons. How do you expect to defend yourself?" asked Lorelei quizzically.
"Hmph… I guess I'll play along… for now," said Giovanni, trying to hide his fear.
After some hesitation, all the Trainers made their way through the blue door, including Red. They found themselves in a long hallway with several doors on both sides.
"Thank you for following orders, ladies and gentlemen! Now, please go through the door marked 'Main Stage'."
Red followed the other Trainers into the 'Main Stage'. It was a large, spacious room with a wide stage in the front, currently covered by black-and-white curtains. Red and the other trainers all stood in the room and looked towards the stage.
"Thank you, Ultimate Trainers! Everyone is here! Now, it's finally time to introduce myself!
Red stared at the curtains intently. He wanted to be brave, but inside, he felt a fear he had not felt since his first year as a Pokemon Trainer. He knew he was about to see the kidnappers who had taken him and so many other Trainers hostage.
The black-and-white curtains rose up. It only took a few seconds, but it felt much slower to Red. Once the curtains had risen, Red's eyes almost bulged out of his head… not in fear, but in confusion.
On the stage, there stood a single Pokemon Red knew very well: a Snorlax. Red's own Snorlax was one of Red's closest friends, and had been one of the six Pokemon he used on his team to defeat Blue and claim his place as the Indigo League Champion. But this Snorlax was unlike any Snorlax had ever seen before: it was not blue and white, but rather half-black and half-white. The right side of its body was a bright white, while its left side was pitch black. Its white side had the cheerful smile typical of a Snorlax, but its black side had a wide, toothy grin that was strangely creepy to Red.
Upon seeing this unusual creature, nobody knew what to say. The Trainers looked around, absolutely befuddled by what they were seeing.
After a long silence, Norman was the first Trainer to have the courage to speak up.
"So… that's it?! A Snorlax, seriously? You brought us here to show us a Snorlax you covered in paint? Very scary, guys!"
"DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME!" The high-pitched voice emerged again, louder than before… but this time, the Trainers could see the source of the voice. The Snorlax on the stage was opening and closing its mouth as they heard the loud voice. The Snorlax is… speaking? No, no, no… this is a trick. An illusion. This is absurd… thought Red.
Norman's body shook after hearing the threat towards him, seemingly coming from the strange creature. "I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry! I won't mock you again!" Norman pleaded.
"Thank you, thank you, I accept your apology. It's OK! Just know that if any of you mock me again, the punishment may be very, very, very, very, VERY harsh! Pahahaha!"
The strangely coloured Snorlax continued to speak, "Alright, ladies and gentlemen. I'm gonna tell you guys what's really going on here. No lies, just the truth. Please hold your questions until the end!"
At that point, Red tried to stop wondering about how a Snorlax could be speaking at all, and focus on what it was saying.
"Ahem… my name is Monolax! I am the king of all Snorlax in this universe, and the Pokemon of Despair! I have brought all of you here together for one purpose: so you can enjoy playing the Ultimate Killing Game for Ultimate Trainers!"
Ultimate Killing Game… Red struggled to think clearly after hearing those words. It can't mean… ACTUAL killing, can it?
Monolax continued, "I looked all across the regions of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Unova. I assessed the Trainers from each region, and chose four powerful Trainers from each to represent their region in the Ultimate Killing Game. Now you are all assembled here: the twenty Ultimate Trainers! The twenty Trainers who will compete in a game of life-and-death to prove your mastery of training and battling Pokemon! The winners of this game shall receive a great reward: the right to escape from this prison! Only one or two Trainers may reign victorious. The rest of you must suffer the consequences of your lack of talent, courage and luck. As long as you remain alive in this place, you play by MY rules. You break them, and you face a punishment of MY choosing… anyway, onto the rules. The aim of the Ultimate Killing Game is very simple: murder a fellow Trainer, get away with it and escape!"
Red felt the world around him fading away into darkness as he heard those words coming from Monolax's mouth. Red had accepted that whoever had kidnapped him and the other "Ultimate Trainers" was a huge threat, and thus this wasn't just some extraordinary prank. The people who brought them to this strange place had done so to get them to play a twisted game, one in which they would have to murder each other. Red no longer felt any optimism or faith that they would all escape alive. Red could only feel one single emotion threatening to burst from deep within his heart.
Despair.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for this chapter taking much longer to come out than it was supposed to. I hope to release chapters at a more consistent pace from now on.
Anyway, please review and give your thoughts! Which characters do you hope survive the killing game?
Prologue: The Pokémon of Despair (Part 4)
"Th-th-this is a joke, right?! This can't REALLY be happening!" Bugsy tried to loudly express disbelief at what he was seeing.
In Red's mind, he wished he could avoid believing everything he had seen and heard since he woke up in that strange arena. But deep in his subconscious mind, Red knew the harsh truth: this was real.
"Well, Mr. Monolax… whoever you really are, I must admit I feel a level of respect for your boldness. This little 'game' of yours sounds very intriguing to me. Please tell us more, and I can decide if you are truly worthy of my time." Giovanni stared at Monolax with an intense fire in his eyes as he spoke those words.
"You are truly despicable, Giovanni," said Norman calmly but firmly. "You think that whether a person lives or dies is just a fun little game? It seems that even a child taking down your criminal enterprise could not change the darkness in your heart."
"SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!" boomed Monolax. "Stop with the clever jabs. Only I'm permitted to make those!" Monolax paused for a moment while everyone looked up at the strange creature on the stage. "Just to be clear, that's not an actual rule. But since that nice Giovanni fellow kindly asked me to, I shall now explain the actual rules of the Ultimate Killing Game to you all."
"I don't care about your bullshit rules! We're getting the hell out of here!" exclaimed Flannery, in a desperate act of defiance.
"And how do you plan to escape? There is no escape… except through murdering each other! Pahahahaha!"
"Urgh… damn you…" Flannery couldn't muster up a longer response. There was nothing she could do except stand and listen to this huge maniacal Pokemon.
"Okay, no more interruptions, or there will be some PUNISHMENTS for you all! I could throw you all into the depths of Mt. Chimney if I wished to!" Monolax continued, "In this game, you will each be provided with murder weapons to kill your fellow Trainers. You must aim to kill another Trainer without being caught in the act. Once a Trainer's corpse has been discovered by at least two Trainers, excluding the devilish killer, an investigation will begin. Your must use your wits and talents as trainers to figure out whodunnit! After enough time has passed, you will all be called into Monolax's personalised super-awesome Pokemon Gym! In the Gym, you must discuss as a group who you think the mischievous murderer is, and then cast one vote each. If you get it right, then the murderer will be punished in a most creative and amusing way! But if you get it wrong, then the murderous Trainer escapes without any harm… except perhaps to their own moral code! Pahahahahahaha!"
Red struggled to comprehend the words streaming out of the strangely coloured Snorlax's mouth. While getting his thoughts together, a different Trainer spoke up.
"Well, these rules seem fairly simple," said Cheren. "But what exactly made you think that 'Ultimate Trainers' were the most suitable participants for your twisted murder game? While I may be intelligent enough to solve murder cases, I doubt most here have the mental brainpower required. Nor do most possess the physical strength and dexterity needed to effectively handle a murder weapon. You will be sorely disappointed if you expect all these famous Trainers to stand a choice in this game. Why not devise a game better suited for the talents of the twenty people you have kidnapped?"
Red was stunned by how calm Cheren was while the young man while questioning Monolax. Red was also concerned that Monolax would respond aggressively.
"Pahahahaha!" Monolax laughed yet again. "You think this game is designed poorly? I haven't even explained the best part! Your murder weapons… will be your precious Pokemon!"
A cold chill swept over Red's body. My Pokemon… no… that's too horrible to imagine. They could never kill anyone… right?
"You're a monster!" shouted Marley, shedding her soft-spoken voice from when Red had talked to her earlier.
"There's no way our Pokemon would murder!" exclaimed Norman. "We train them for battles built on mutual friendship and respect!"
Monolax responded, "Oh Norman, so naïve… don't pretend you don't know what Pokemon do in the wild. I know very well… I'm a Pokemon myself, after all. The Pokemon of Despair! Wild Pokemon hunt, they kill their prey, they eat each other, they fight to the death for their own survival. Pokemon murder each other all over the time!
The green-haired young man known as N replied, "No, that's not murder! That is the natural order of the world. But for a Trainer to command a Pokemon to murder… it is barbaric beyond belief!"
Monolax smirked with a creepy grin. "Oh, you pathetic humans. You think you understand the minds and hearts of Pokemon, Mr. Harmonia Gropius? Either you do not understand, or you are lying about what you hear from them. Pokemon love killing! If a human they trust commands them to kill, they will do so without hesitation!"
Red didn't want to believe that… but he did not know if Monolax was lying. He had never once considered the insane possibility of ordering his powerful Pokemon partners to take another living being's life.
"That's enough talk about murder morality! It's the moment everyone's been waiting for; time to choose your instruments of murder! Please turn your eyes to the green door to the right of the stage. Past that door, you will find a Pokemon PC. I have generously placed all of your Pokemon in your private PC boxes, even those you had on your person before you arrived here."
"Oh, now how did you do that?" asked Steven, not expecting a proper answer. "Your resources must be extremely vast if you were even able to hack into our top-security PC Boxes. With access to all our Pokemon, you could potentially assemble the strongest team of Pokemon ever seen. And yet, you choose to pit us against each other in this stupid game? Just what is your goal here?
"NO MORE QUESTIONS!" boomed Monolax.
Red looked at the unassuming green door. If Monolax was telling the truth, he could finally see his friends again, the friends who gave him his purpose in life. But did he really want to see them in this horrible place? Were they better off staying away from their Trainer? Red's feelings of despair had grown even stronger.
"I will call out your names one by one," explained Monolax matter-of-factly. "When I call your name, you will have five minutes to choose exactly three Pokemon from your PC. No more, no less. If you do not choose within the generous time limit I have provided, you will be punished most severely."
"Mr. Monolax… what is this punishment you are referring too?" asked Skyla. "Wait, that's a question! I'm so sorry!"
"Ugh, fine… I'll tell you…," Monolax said as the strange creature rolled its eyes. "Each punishment will be different. In this case: you will have some fun with poisonous gas! You will be trapped in the room while many Poison-type Pokemon fill the room with noxious chemicals. You will slowly lose your ability to breathe as you die a most painful and agonising death from some nasty, vicious Pocket Monsters. But if you don't want to play the Killing Game, then there's one way out for you! Pahahahaha! Ooh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it!"
Red did not want to play in this disgusting Killing Game, but he could never allow himself to die a sad death without seeing his Pokemon partners safe and happy again. Red quickly resolved that he would not let the toxic gases end his life. He accepted that, for now at least, he would have to do as Monolax said. Looking at Monolax's creepy face reminded him of the face of his own Snorlax, who he desperately wanted to see again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is BACK from the apparent grave! I honestly never intended to leave it behind, but a lot of stuff happened in my life over the past five months (and in my free time, I may have spent a biiiiiit too much time playing video games... *cough*Persona5*cough). The events of recent months included the start AND end of my relationship with a girl; on the bright side, now that we have broken up, I have more time and more motivation to focus, stop procrastinating, and write this story. I promise the next chapter will come out MUCH quicker!
If you are reading this, I would really appreciate you leaving your feedback on this story so far!
"Th-th-this is a joke, right?! This can't REALLY be happening!" Bugsy tried to loudly express disbelief at what he was seeing.
In Red's mind, he wished he could avoid believing everything he had seen and heard since he woke up in that strange arena. But deep in his subconscious mind, Red knew the harsh truth: this was real.
"Well, Mr. Monolax… whoever you really are, I must admit I feel a level of respect for your boldness. This little 'game' of yours sounds very intriguing to me. Please tell us more, and I can decide if you are truly worthy of my time." Giovanni stared at Monolax with an intense fire in his eyes as he spoke those words.
"You are truly despicable, Giovanni," said Norman calmly but firmly. "You think that whether a person lives or dies is just a fun little game? It seems that even a child taking down your criminal enterprise could not change the darkness in your heart."
"SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!" boomed Monolax. "Stop with the clever jabs. Only I'm permitted to make those!" Monolax paused for a moment while everyone looked up at the strange creature on the stage. "Just to be clear, that's not an actual rule. But since that nice Giovanni fellow kindly asked me to, I shall now explain the actual rules of the Ultimate Killing Game to you all."
"I don't care about your bullshit rules! We're getting the hell out of here!" exclaimed Flannery, in a desperate act of defiance.
"And how do you plan to escape? There is no escape… except through murdering each other! Pahahahaha!"
"Urgh… damn you…" Flannery couldn't muster up a longer response. There was nothing she could do except stand and listen to this huge maniacal Pokemon.
"Okay, no more interruptions, or there will be some PUNISHMENTS for you all! I could throw you all into the depths of Mt. Chimney if I wished to!" Monolax continued, "In this game, you will each be provided with murder weapons to kill your fellow Trainers. You must aim to kill another Trainer without being caught in the act. Once a Trainer's corpse has been discovered by at least two Trainers, excluding the devilish killer, an investigation will begin. Your must use your wits and talents as trainers to figure out whodunnit! After enough time has passed, you will all be called into Monolax's personalised super-awesome Pokemon Gym! In the Gym, you must discuss as a group who you think the mischievous murderer is, and then cast one vote each. If you get it right, then the murderer will be punished in a most creative and amusing way! But if you get it wrong, then the murderous Trainer escapes without any harm… except perhaps to their own moral code! Pahahahahahaha!"
Red struggled to comprehend the words streaming out of the strangely coloured Snorlax's mouth. While getting his thoughts together, a different Trainer spoke up.
"Well, these rules seem fairly simple," said Cheren. "But what exactly made you think that 'Ultimate Trainers' were the most suitable participants for your twisted murder game? While I may be intelligent enough to solve murder cases, I doubt most here have the mental brainpower required. Nor do most possess the physical strength and dexterity needed to effectively handle a murder weapon. You will be sorely disappointed if you expect all these famous Trainers to stand a choice in this game. Why not devise a game better suited for the talents of the twenty people you have kidnapped?"
Red was stunned by how calm Cheren was while the young man while questioning Monolax. Red was also concerned that Monolax would respond aggressively.
"Pahahahaha!" Monolax laughed yet again. "You think this game is designed poorly? I haven't even explained the best part! Your murder weapons… will be your precious Pokemon!"
A cold chill swept over Red's body. My Pokemon… no… that's too horrible to imagine. They could never kill anyone… right?
"You're a monster!" shouted Marley, shedding her soft-spoken voice from when Red had talked to her earlier.
"There's no way our Pokemon would murder!" exclaimed Norman. "We train them for battles built on mutual friendship and respect!"
Monolax responded, "Oh Norman, so naïve… don't pretend you don't know what Pokemon do in the wild. I know very well… I'm a Pokemon myself, after all. The Pokemon of Despair! Wild Pokemon hunt, they kill their prey, they eat each other, they fight to the death for their own survival. Pokemon murder each other all over the time!
The green-haired young man known as N replied, "No, that's not murder! That is the natural order of the world. But for a Trainer to command a Pokemon to murder… it is barbaric beyond belief!"
Monolax smirked with a creepy grin. "Oh, you pathetic humans. You think you understand the minds and hearts of Pokemon, Mr. Harmonia Gropius? Either you do not understand, or you are lying about what you hear from them. Pokemon love killing! If a human they trust commands them to kill, they will do so without hesitation!"
Red didn't want to believe that… but he did not know if Monolax was lying. He had never once considered the insane possibility of ordering his powerful Pokemon partners to take another living being's life.
"That's enough talk about murder morality! It's the moment everyone's been waiting for; time to choose your instruments of murder! Please turn your eyes to the green door to the right of the stage. Past that door, you will find a Pokemon PC. I have generously placed all of your Pokemon in your private PC boxes, even those you had on your person before you arrived here."
"Oh, now how did you do that?" asked Steven, not expecting a proper answer. "Your resources must be extremely vast if you were even able to hack into our top-security PC Boxes. With access to all our Pokemon, you could potentially assemble the strongest team of Pokemon ever seen. And yet, you choose to pit us against each other in this stupid game? Just what is your goal here?
"NO MORE QUESTIONS!" boomed Monolax.
Red looked at the unassuming green door. If Monolax was telling the truth, he could finally see his friends again, the friends who gave him his purpose in life. But did he really want to see them in this horrible place? Were they better off staying away from their Trainer? Red's feelings of despair had grown even stronger.
"I will call out your names one by one," explained Monolax matter-of-factly. "When I call your name, you will have five minutes to choose exactly three Pokemon from your PC. No more, no less. If you do not choose within the generous time limit I have provided, you will be punished most severely."
"Mr. Monolax… what is this punishment you are referring too?" asked Skyla. "Wait, that's a question! I'm so sorry!"
"Ugh, fine… I'll tell you…," Monolax said as the strange creature rolled its eyes. "Each punishment will be different. In this case: you will have some fun with poisonous gas! You will be trapped in the room while many Poison-type Pokemon fill the room with noxious chemicals. You will slowly lose your ability to breathe as you die a most painful and agonising death from some nasty, vicious Pocket Monsters. But if you don't want to play the Killing Game, then there's one way out for you! Pahahahaha! Ooh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it!"
Red did not want to play in this disgusting Killing Game, but he could never allow himself to die a sad death without seeing his Pokemon partners safe and happy again. Red quickly resolved that he would not let the toxic gases end his life. He accepted that, for now at least, he would have to do as Monolax said. Looking at Monolax's creepy face reminded him of the face of his own Snorlax, who he desperately wanted to see again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is BACK from the apparent grave! I honestly never intended to leave it behind, but a lot of stuff happened in my life over the past five months (and in my free time, I may have spent a biiiiiit too much time playing video games... *cough*Persona5*cough). The events of recent months included the start AND end of my relationship with a girl; on the bright side, now that we have broken up, I have more time and more motivation to focus, stop procrastinating, and write this story. I promise the next chapter will come out MUCH quicker!
If you are reading this, I would really appreciate you leaving your feedback on this story so far!
Having come across so many other connections to the same handle, I was compelled to give his account here a look, both for comedy's sake and any corroborating topics or interests, and was not disappointed there either.
Unrelated (probably?), but interesting crossover from the reacts.
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At best, an innocuous comment on its own, but a little curious when considering the blatant yellow fever and the prior post.
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There could be no one more qualified to judge the whiteness of the Japanese than a Danganronpa profile pic weeb who most likely still lives with his parents. Missed opportunity to have put a 14 in that name.
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Look guys, I'm in the screencap!
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The reset era one seems to be a coincidence since the account there is a liberal while the one here is a RW. Although not impossible he did an 180 on his politics as terminally online people often do
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I have a headache so I could be wrong, but his most recent post seems pretty critical of Trump to me. Maybe he's just a right winger that's anti-Trump?
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No, you are right, now that I am looking at it again. He is probably the guy in all this accounts then
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I wasn't too sure on it initially; while he has lambasted Trump a few times on here, there is enough resentment for Trump that it could have been someone else.
However, other search results for ResetEra involving the username bring up thread topics ranging from Nintendo, Star Wars, and DC/Marvel, which didn't seem too relevant initially, but there was one last thing that caught my attention:
A reddit account under the same name. (and also suspended, lol) [Archive]
Search queries for "reddit gamerweeb1" return discussions on Pokemon, Hatsune Miku, and, relevant to the ResetEra posts, Star Wars.
Inference alone would have been enough to justify it being the same, but it was an additional detail I figured worthwhile to stack on.