Chapter the First continued...part 2
"Oh, my name? Now I remember, yeah, it's Gerald Tyrannus Freckle-Odd the Third. It's a family name. Everyone calls me GTFO for short."
After giving the secret initiation handshake and signing several legal forms in my blood to officially be recognized as a Trainer in Training, the Professor went over the ground rules of being in the Agency.
1a. Trainers can only catch 1 pokemon per area, or else face terrorist charges. Apparently it's a rule that most Trainers can't handle managing multiple pokemon from a single route, it's too much to bite off and chew, so the Prof. says. The government has no time for stupid and/or rogue trainers trying to bring about anarchy with hordes of half-trained beasts.
1b. Trainers can only catch the first pokemon they encounter in a new route. Apparently the Agency collects scientific data or something and it's essential Trainers don't muck it up by going against the standard rules.
2. wild Pokemon are savage beasts. They will kill your pokemon, if given a chance. All wild pokemon encountered are to be killed by any means necessary, except for potential catches.
3. Specific rare pokemon of a distinct color, termed "shiny", can be caught despite rule 1b. Apparently, these shinies are as rare as my regular haircut.
4. Dead pokemon are dead. Attempts to raise dead pokemon from the dead will result in charges of witchcraft and being burned at the stake for heresy.
5.All heretics, xenos, and savages must die.
Simple enough rules. Ah, my future as a 10 year old Pokemon Trainer looks bright indeed.
the Prof had something else to say; he wanted me to let my tamed pokemons walk with me outside of their pokeballs, supposedly to prove for him that such acts build trust amongst a trainer and his pokemon, and make for a more effectively tamed war-animal. I'm not sure what to say about that idea. On one hand, my starting partner will be on hand to quickly defend my adolescent ass. On the other hand, these things could eat my face at any time.
Judging by the look on his face, Elm wouldn't take no for an answer.
As a final request, Elm implored me to walk down to his friend--Mr "Pokemon's"--house...in the depths of the wilderness. Apparently this friend of his lives out there, studying the wild things in their natural habit, and recently he made a "discovery" that he's ranting about more than the usual mad findings. This Mr Pokemon guy sounds like a regular nutter.
Once again, Elm's face implied he'd take no "no" for an answer. Ah well. Anything to be a Trainer, I guess. Such danger is natural for this profession. All the same, I'm starting to get second thoughts....
But then Elm made a sweeping gesture toward the three pokeballs he had out waiting for me.
"Pick the one you like! By making your choice you will officially be knighted a Trainer in Training in the HAoPtPatDaaoB!"
I regret nothing. Without further prompting I lunged for the balls to see what secrets they held inside.
What strange creatures these pokemon are. I wonder which I should pick?
Oh man, this should be a !!fun!! run. Steel charmander? Two ghost types? Potentially a ghost-type Blissey tank in the future? Dat's cuh-razy.
As for the name, what? seemed to be quick and easy to integrate into the story well, although honestly the lure of GTFO potentially leading to some hilarious moments of misunderstanding was too much to resist.
Updates will feature less text and more images, hopefully, once we get the start done and get into the early game.
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