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Setting out
Nov. 17th, 2013 07:48 pmI've just woken up in a strange world where my head is marginally more large and out of proportion than in real life. I got up and found that I was the only person in the world to have bought a Wii U, then confusedly went downstairs, where my enormous-bottomed mother explained to me that we had just moved to a new town and encouraged me to go outside and meet the neighbours.
A couple of girls came past and said that they would wait for me in the next town over, which seemed like a stupid arrangement to me until I saw that it was about four inches away. They called me over to a table and I met up with their gang, who I was shocked to hear mulling over nicknaming me "D-Meister" or "Big D" (and, much less flattering, Lil' D) despite barely knowing me. Because I was pretty sure I wasn't a hip-hop artist, I told them to call me "David" instead (or anything as long as it wasn't "Dave".) They presented a case of red and white balls to me, and I chose the middle one to find that I was suddenly the owner of a little yellow fox thing with the most adorable huge fluffy ears - I have christened it "Lugs".
To my surprise, the girl with the more preposterous of the hairstyles tapped me on the shoulder and encouraged me to set the fox down opposite the little plant creature that she had chosen. Unsure what to do, I vaguely told the little fox to attack, and the girl seemed a bit surprised when her plant monster caught fire and fell over.
This seemed to impress the gang, who gave me a letter from a professor called Sycamore, which said that due to my skill at beating up small mammals I had been chosen to join some sort of cockfighting world tour. I went back to break the news to my mother, but she was shockingly proud of me and only insisted on giving me a packed lunch for the journey. On my way out the door I was stopped by the fountain crawling on to the front path and growling at me - my mother introduced me to what was actually our pet stone rhino thing, which made me feel much, much weirder about riding it earlier.
The rest of the gang told me to prepare in the world's most comically specialized shops, one of which exclusively sold Pokeballs and one across the street that only sold Potions - I took ten of each, not knowing whether that was far too few or if that meant I would never need to get any more ever agan... and then I headed over the bridge and into the forest. I think this is going to be interesting.
(I'm trying something new - hopefully I'll keep this up!)
A couple of girls came past and said that they would wait for me in the next town over, which seemed like a stupid arrangement to me until I saw that it was about four inches away. They called me over to a table and I met up with their gang, who I was shocked to hear mulling over nicknaming me "D-Meister" or "Big D" (and, much less flattering, Lil' D) despite barely knowing me. Because I was pretty sure I wasn't a hip-hop artist, I told them to call me "David" instead (or anything as long as it wasn't "Dave".) They presented a case of red and white balls to me, and I chose the middle one to find that I was suddenly the owner of a little yellow fox thing with the most adorable huge fluffy ears - I have christened it "Lugs".
To my surprise, the girl with the more preposterous of the hairstyles tapped me on the shoulder and encouraged me to set the fox down opposite the little plant creature that she had chosen. Unsure what to do, I vaguely told the little fox to attack, and the girl seemed a bit surprised when her plant monster caught fire and fell over.
This seemed to impress the gang, who gave me a letter from a professor called Sycamore, which said that due to my skill at beating up small mammals I had been chosen to join some sort of cockfighting world tour. I went back to break the news to my mother, but she was shockingly proud of me and only insisted on giving me a packed lunch for the journey. On my way out the door I was stopped by the fountain crawling on to the front path and growling at me - my mother introduced me to what was actually our pet stone rhino thing, which made me feel much, much weirder about riding it earlier.
The rest of the gang told me to prepare in the world's most comically specialized shops, one of which exclusively sold Pokeballs and one across the street that only sold Potions - I took ten of each, not knowing whether that was far too few or if that meant I would never need to get any more ever agan... and then I headed over the bridge and into the forest. I think this is going to be interesting.
(I'm trying something new - hopefully I'll keep this up!)
