Day One: Early Morning

[Talys]

"Hehe, 'Rival Douche sends out Venisaur'. . .what an ass hole. . ."

Talys looked up from his children's game as he walked across the uneven ground. He must have been walking for several hours without sight of a single other competitor. It was almost depressing. The warrior couldn't imagine how boring it would be if he didn't have his game to keep him-

"What the fuck? I blacked out?" The man's hazel eyes wandered back to the small, faintly green screen before him and he flipped the plastic switch to 'off'. "This sucks."

The childish human removed the hard, plastic cartridge from the system and casually flicked it towards a nearby tree where he planned to rest. He was surprised, however, to hear the crack of wood and to witness a branch fall from the tree. Sudden regret washed over him and he ran towards the target. Pokemon seemed to suddenly be a necessity to his life and if that cartridge was broken. . .

"Oh thank God. . ." Talys breathed as he reached the tree and found the red piece of plastic laying whole on the ground. A startled look crossed his face and picked up the game and the tree branch. "Not a scratch. . .Nintendo knew what they were doing. Maybe this thing will be worth more than entertainment. At least I can hunt without causing a fuss. But what game do I risk losing?"

The competitor collapsed against the base of the tree to contemplate this difficult decision and was again startled by what he saw.

"The ocean?" He blinked several times, but the sight before him would not go away. "No, no. . .that can't be. It looked way too far away from up there. . ."

Talys looked over his shoulder towards the hills he had appeared in with a puzzled expression. From there he turned his head towards the ocean and finally to the Gameboy still clenched in his fist.

"Damn you Satoshi Tajiri, damn you. Well. . .I suppose that this is as good a place as any to set up camp. . ."

With that, the warrior turned towards the tree to begin gathering firewood for the rest of the night.