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Liberal_L33t posted bonus content:
Viridian City Homicide Division
DATE: May 8, 2113
TIME: 1:37 A.M.
REPORTING OFFICER: Detective Eric Powell
CLASSIFICATION: Homicide, Pokemon related
Captain, I know you've told me a thousand times not to sermonize in these things, but I can't help it. I can't help but muse on the nature of humanity when I'm confronted with shit like what we found in Mt. Moon tonight. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
At 11:40 this evening, I was just getting ready to punch out and leave the office when the report came in over the radio. Seems a young boy hiking in the caverns of Mount Moon noticed a strange, foul smell and a large swarm of Zubats picking at a pile of stones he hadn't noticed on his way in. The officer he reported it to took a look, and she reported that the pile of stones was deliberately piled up, and whatever was hidden was far too large to be an indigenous pokemon. The smell was definitely decay.
I hopped onto my bike, revved the engine, and tore off without even bothing to grab my helmet. I don't know why I was in such a hurry; getting there faster wasn't going to help anyone. I guess I was still hoping it was just a dead zubat or meowth in there. I forgot my damn pokemon repellant, so I had to drive off those damn zubats the old fashioned way, with old Vileplume. Not the most popular Service Pokemon, but I've grown fond of the old gal. She drove them off without much trouble, and helped move away the crudely piled stones.
Fucking Team Rocket punks. I know I don't have any evidence, it could have been the Celadon Mafia settling a score or a revenge killing, but it's all Team Rocket style. The pros tend to use Pokemon that don't leave any of their own DNA behind; electric types, ghost types, that kind of shit. Team Rocket, they just maul the hell out of the poor bastard with whatever Pokemon they have on hand and leave 'em in Mount Moon to let the Zubats take care of 'em. The smell would have been too much for most men and Pokemon, but I've been on the squad a good 10 years and Vileplume's seen her share of grisly scenes.
The carcass was still pretty fresh, no more than a month, but unrecognizable, as the Pokemon had got to it first and eaten most of his face and abdomen. The rest of the body was a little smashed, but claw marks (probobly a Sandshrew) and bloated bite marks (likely from an Ekans or other poison type) definitely point the finger at Team Rocket. I'm going to have to get his dental records analyzed to determine the body's identity, but the cadaver was wearing the shredded remains of a lab coat, and a pair of glasses was found nearby. Probably one of those science wiz kids who come in here to look for Moonstones. Did the Rockets murder some poor kid just for a few glowing rocks? Fucking Hell.
Just a month earlier, I bought my daughter her first Pokemon. It was hard as hell for me, since over the years I've come to see them as weapons more than pets, but the wife insisted; she is 14, and most of her friends are training Pokemon. It all seems so wrong to me, letting children play with these... these living weapons. You know, at the dawn of time, we humans relied on weapons of our own? Clubs, spears, whatever we could use to protect ourselves from these monsters we share the world with. But ever since man first learned to domesticate the monsters we now affectionately call "Pokemon" in the past hundred years, he has never needed to make weapons of his own. And now, I'm smacked in the face again by what her cute little Mareep can do.
Who needs a long stick with a stone tip when the Lord has given you an abundance of beasts smart enough to understand your commands, but weak-willed enough to serve, and lethal enough to overcome any man? Sure, sure, the little cute Pikachus and Weedles and Rattattas that kids keep as pets and goad into cute little nonlethal 'fights' aren't gonna kill anybody, but, well, a Raichu can cook a man alive, a Beedril's poison can kill in a matter of hours if untreated, and a Raticate will tear a man's face off in one vicious bite. Even when humans couldn't press a button on a little electronic ball and keep them in stasis in a pocket dimension (or however the hell those things work), it was very rare for a Pokemon not to obey it's "master". If the master said fight, it fought. If the master said kill... My father fought in the last great war, you know. He told me what things were like; a solid wall of every kind of those poor, stupid beasts, marching, crawling and scuttling forward, not understanding what was happening, at least not at first. Then, when they made contact, when they smelled the gore and saw the blood-slick earth, they understood in an instant; pops said there's nothing like looking into a Pokemon's eyes when, after a lifetime of pampering and seperation from the brutal struggle for survival that is nature, it realizes that its beloved master is telling it to strike to kill. The creature's eyes are so sad in that moment, it rips your heart in half, and then it lets loose a bloodthirsty call like you've never heard before, and charges into the fray.
Captain, I think I need to take a vacation.
Amaya posted fanart:
blackflare posted fan... baking?:
I cant really draw so I made you a cake, red.
Amaya posted fanart:
If time somehow made some sort of paradox, and Misty, Roxy, and Sammy got together and went shopping... Well, they'd have to find something to do, right?
Amaya posted fanart:
Foxy? Oh...Um... She's not doing very well right now...The Mattybee posted:
Needs more Foxy
(seriously, though, that's ADORABLE
