01-03-2007, 05:55 AM
Pushing his tinny noggin out through a rather light clump of soft leaves, Squirtle surveyed the path that lie ahead of him. He had only been in the patch of trees for a few minutes, and it seemed he had already reached some type of temporary break or termination in the forest. As far as he could see to the left and right, the ground was black, hot, and solid, with a vibrant sun-colored strip down the center. The trees continued on the other side of the stretch of manmade dirt.
The Tiny Turtle suddenly heard the most horrible, loud rumbling noise. Turning his small cranium, he was alarmed by the presence of two huge, glowing eyes rushing toward him. Letting out an infantile squeak, the Pok?mon fled back to the relative safety of the brush. He would continue his trek some other way that didn?t intercede with the horrific machinations of Homo sapiens. With his head held low to the ground, Squirtle sprinted north, the same direction from which the shiny-eyed beast had originated from.
A sudden, bright object suddenly caught the attention of the charging reptilian. Stopping in his tracks, the amphibious superstar slowly approached the discarded object. It was a massive, red quadrilateral that was emblazoned with a hemisphere in the center. Squirtle waddled over to the apparatus and ran his tiny digits over the letters on the cover. The first part of the word was rather easy to understand, as it was the first half of the azure reptile?s esteemed species?Pok?. The last three words were a little harder for the Pok?mon to understand, but after a few minutes, Squirtle managed them.
?Pok??dex. Pok?dex.? The tiny reptile said, smiling gleefully at how easily it was to pronounce the human language. It wouldn?t take him much longer to master the rest of it, but the thoughts of such a miniscule victory were shortsighted when Squirtle recalled the usage of the apparatus before him. A Pok?dex was what the humans had been using for years to catalog the hatchling?s people as if they were nothing but mere animals. The mere thought of the device made the young revolutionary?s blood boil.
The decorative object embedded on the cover of the machine was a Pok?ball. It was what the oppressive Homo sapiens used to trap Pok?mon. Pushing his little fingers down into the crevice in the center of the apparatus, Squirtle wrenched the dreaded machine open. Beneath the cover, a screen and a slew of buttons were erected?their actually purpose completely unknown to the device?s current, unfamiliar user. Hopping onto the rows of buttons, Squirtle performed a rather erratic dance until he hit enough buttons to activate the machine.
After flashing for a while and spouting some verbal greetings in the human tongue, the Pok?dex popped up the last entry that had been access?Number 007: Squirtle. The mere sight of his race documented like some type of cheap plant in a biology book made the Tiny Turtle want to desperately harm something of the human orientation. Before his malignant thoughts could come to any fruition, the Pok?mon was startled by the sound of a branch snapping behind him.
Turning sharply, Squirtle saw the goliath-sized human and reacted swiftly. Releasing as potent a deluge from his maw as he could, the cyan reptile managed to divert the projectile before it managed to strike him. The look of surprise on the human attacker?s face was almost equal to the amount of rage displayed on Squirtle?s countenance. The Water Pok?mon watched with a frustration-induced twitch to his eye as the Pok?ball rolled away?a few splashes of water still clinging to its metallic surface.
The cap wearing kid retreated a few steps from the rather diminutive turtle. His eyes had fallen to the device that he must have left as a means of bait, but when he went to move forward again to retrieve it, Squirtle retaliated. Bringing a massive amount of his internally-produced water into his mouth, the Tiny Turtle lunged forward like a caged animal?firing the fluid in the form of a translucent sphere. The bubble attack slammed into the lad?s eyes, eliciting a squeal of surprise and a subsequent and rather hasty retreat.
Grinning victoriously, the small reptile walked over to the device that had failed in its intended goal to enslave him. With a widening smile, he proceeded to kick it as far as his tiny legs could. As the Pok?ball rolled down an incline, Squirtle walked over to the other apparatus the trainer had left behind, and he then proceeded to saturate it with water. The Tiny Turtle didn?t stop until tiny columns of smoke were drifting up from the Pok?dex.
Although the victory would go unseen to the masses, the reptilian radical and fledgling Pok?mon activist would never forget his first triumph over man. Leaving behind the ruined technology, Squirtle resumed his trek toward the large city he had seen on the horizon while traveling down river.
The Tiny Turtle suddenly heard the most horrible, loud rumbling noise. Turning his small cranium, he was alarmed by the presence of two huge, glowing eyes rushing toward him. Letting out an infantile squeak, the Pok?mon fled back to the relative safety of the brush. He would continue his trek some other way that didn?t intercede with the horrific machinations of Homo sapiens. With his head held low to the ground, Squirtle sprinted north, the same direction from which the shiny-eyed beast had originated from.
A sudden, bright object suddenly caught the attention of the charging reptilian. Stopping in his tracks, the amphibious superstar slowly approached the discarded object. It was a massive, red quadrilateral that was emblazoned with a hemisphere in the center. Squirtle waddled over to the apparatus and ran his tiny digits over the letters on the cover. The first part of the word was rather easy to understand, as it was the first half of the azure reptile?s esteemed species?Pok?. The last three words were a little harder for the Pok?mon to understand, but after a few minutes, Squirtle managed them.
?Pok??dex. Pok?dex.? The tiny reptile said, smiling gleefully at how easily it was to pronounce the human language. It wouldn?t take him much longer to master the rest of it, but the thoughts of such a miniscule victory were shortsighted when Squirtle recalled the usage of the apparatus before him. A Pok?dex was what the humans had been using for years to catalog the hatchling?s people as if they were nothing but mere animals. The mere thought of the device made the young revolutionary?s blood boil.
The decorative object embedded on the cover of the machine was a Pok?ball. It was what the oppressive Homo sapiens used to trap Pok?mon. Pushing his little fingers down into the crevice in the center of the apparatus, Squirtle wrenched the dreaded machine open. Beneath the cover, a screen and a slew of buttons were erected?their actually purpose completely unknown to the device?s current, unfamiliar user. Hopping onto the rows of buttons, Squirtle performed a rather erratic dance until he hit enough buttons to activate the machine.
After flashing for a while and spouting some verbal greetings in the human tongue, the Pok?dex popped up the last entry that had been access?Number 007: Squirtle. The mere sight of his race documented like some type of cheap plant in a biology book made the Tiny Turtle want to desperately harm something of the human orientation. Before his malignant thoughts could come to any fruition, the Pok?mon was startled by the sound of a branch snapping behind him.
Turning sharply, Squirtle saw the goliath-sized human and reacted swiftly. Releasing as potent a deluge from his maw as he could, the cyan reptile managed to divert the projectile before it managed to strike him. The look of surprise on the human attacker?s face was almost equal to the amount of rage displayed on Squirtle?s countenance. The Water Pok?mon watched with a frustration-induced twitch to his eye as the Pok?ball rolled away?a few splashes of water still clinging to its metallic surface.
The cap wearing kid retreated a few steps from the rather diminutive turtle. His eyes had fallen to the device that he must have left as a means of bait, but when he went to move forward again to retrieve it, Squirtle retaliated. Bringing a massive amount of his internally-produced water into his mouth, the Tiny Turtle lunged forward like a caged animal?firing the fluid in the form of a translucent sphere. The bubble attack slammed into the lad?s eyes, eliciting a squeal of surprise and a subsequent and rather hasty retreat.
Grinning victoriously, the small reptile walked over to the device that had failed in its intended goal to enslave him. With a widening smile, he proceeded to kick it as far as his tiny legs could. As the Pok?ball rolled down an incline, Squirtle walked over to the other apparatus the trainer had left behind, and he then proceeded to saturate it with water. The Tiny Turtle didn?t stop until tiny columns of smoke were drifting up from the Pok?dex.
Although the victory would go unseen to the masses, the reptilian radical and fledgling Pok?mon activist would never forget his first triumph over man. Leaving behind the ruined technology, Squirtle resumed his trek toward the large city he had seen on the horizon while traveling down river.
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