Post by Zaerox on Apr 18, 2009 10:41:39 GMT -5
This is my first piece of Pokémon writing ever. I also consider it the best thing I ever wrote in my entire life.
It will soon be incorporated into my fanfic about the region of Qualinus.
BTW, this story got me 11 points out of 10 in the DPC contest on PP.
A lonely Honchkrow sat on a branch, waiting for night to fall. He hated waiting for his lazy team, but he had no choice. It was almost evening and he was getting bored. He started planning tonight's raid: tonight's target was the local pond.
He fluffed his feathers out and started getting ready. It was getting late and he was waiting for his band of Murkrow to arrive. He thought to himself, “Where the hell are they? They should be here by now!” He was getting restless, but decided to wait a little longer.
A few minutes later, the first Murkrow showed up. The Honchkrow started yelling at him, asking him why it took so long. He replied, “Sorry, boss. I got held up in the forest by a rogue Nuzleaf. I was flying through, just as I usually do, but this time that idiot decided to shoot a few Bullet Seeds at me. One hit my right wing, and I almost fell right out of the sky. I immediately turned to see what happened, but he dashed into a bush. I just continued on but he fired another round of seeds at me. This time, three of them hit me in the back. I plunged down and just barely dodged a branch. I landed on my chest but managed to see him. He was getting ready to fire a few Razor Leaves but I quickly got up and whirled around his back. I shot him with a Shadow Ball and was about to hit him with a Wing Attack, but he jumped up into a tree and disappeared. I knew he wasn’t coming back, so I just started flying here again.”
The Honchkrow replied, “Alright. I myself had a small confrontation with a Trainer. That arrogant guy decided to try and capture me. Me! He sent out an Electrike to deal with me. What a joke! I knocked it out with one Dark Pulse. He sent out his Swellow next, and I easily took care of it. He was going to send something else out, but I simply laughed at him and flew away. That’s when I flew here, and I’ve been waiting ever since. Now, where is everyone else?”
The Murkrow started, “How should I—?” He noticed something off in the distance. He turned and saw a group of black birds flying toward him. He said “Boss? They’re here.”
When the rest of the Murkrow arrived, the Honchkrow started yelling at them. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for you? What took you so long?”
One of the Murkrow said he overslept. A few of them said they got lost in the forest. Some others stopped to find food, and the last few got distracted by something shiny.
The Honchkrow was not amused. “You’re all pathetic. You’re lucky I don’t kick you all out right now. You, get an alarm clock. You three, get a map. You four, get rid of that dead Weedle. And you three, get a life. Now here’s the plan. We’ll raid the lake tonight. If we’re lucky, we’ll find some Trainers to destroy and some Barboach to feast on. Anyone have any ideas?”
The first Murkrow to arrive, unarguably the most loyal member on the team, immediately suggested that they take a hidden back route through an untouched corner of the forest. The Honchkrow liked the idea, and the rest of the team agreed. Once everyone was ready, they started flying toward the lake.
It didn’t take long for them to arrive. One of the Murkrow noticed a group of Masquerain floating near the center of the lake. He immediately zoomed toward them to scare them. Some of the other Murkrow suspected that it was a trap. The Honchkrow knew they were right. The Murkrow who sped toward the Masquerain saw it too late, and he was sent flying into the water by a quadruple Water Gun from the Masquerain. A Trainer stepped out from behind a tree and tried to capture the Murkrow. He threw a Great Ball while the bird was still fighting toward the surface. The Honchkrow, with his quick reflexes, knocked the ball away with a Dark Pulse. The Trainer looked confused, but he then noticed the team and their boss. He tried calling the four Masquerain back, but all four of them were sent flying by the Wing Attacks of the Murkrow. The Trainer managed to get the four Masquerain back into their Poké Balls, and ran back into the forest. A few of the Murkrow started to chase him, but they were stopped by the Honchkrow. “Leave him alone. He knows we’re too strong for him. Besides, I’m starving. You four, over there! Search the lake for anything dead!”
The Murkrow who got knocked into the water managed to stop drowning and get back in the air. He flew over to the edge of the pond and dried himself off. The Honchkrow yelled at him for charging toward the Masquerain, but the Murkrow ignored him.
A few minutes later, two of the Murkrow reported back. “We’ve found a dead Magikarp! It’s just lying on a rock. Come see it!”
The Honchkrow replied, “You really are that stupid, aren’t you? That’s what Magikarp do every day. They’re good for nothing else. And besides, even if it really is dead, you know they taste like crap. I’d rather live next to a Koffing. Find something worth my time.”
After almost twenty minutes, the four Murkrow came back. “We’ve found nothing. We’ve checked the whole lake and there’s no sign of nonlife.”
The Honchkrow tried to maintain his composure. He adjusted his hat-crest and said, “Well that was a waste. Let’s go home. We’d better have more success tomorrow night, or someone is going to die.” He started flying toward his nest, but he turned around and said, “And you four, get me that dead Weedle you found before. I’m not going to bed hungry.”
It will soon be incorporated into my fanfic about the region of Qualinus.
BTW, this story got me 11 points out of 10 in the DPC contest on PP.
A lonely Honchkrow sat on a branch, waiting for night to fall. He hated waiting for his lazy team, but he had no choice. It was almost evening and he was getting bored. He started planning tonight's raid: tonight's target was the local pond.
He fluffed his feathers out and started getting ready. It was getting late and he was waiting for his band of Murkrow to arrive. He thought to himself, “Where the hell are they? They should be here by now!” He was getting restless, but decided to wait a little longer.
A few minutes later, the first Murkrow showed up. The Honchkrow started yelling at him, asking him why it took so long. He replied, “Sorry, boss. I got held up in the forest by a rogue Nuzleaf. I was flying through, just as I usually do, but this time that idiot decided to shoot a few Bullet Seeds at me. One hit my right wing, and I almost fell right out of the sky. I immediately turned to see what happened, but he dashed into a bush. I just continued on but he fired another round of seeds at me. This time, three of them hit me in the back. I plunged down and just barely dodged a branch. I landed on my chest but managed to see him. He was getting ready to fire a few Razor Leaves but I quickly got up and whirled around his back. I shot him with a Shadow Ball and was about to hit him with a Wing Attack, but he jumped up into a tree and disappeared. I knew he wasn’t coming back, so I just started flying here again.”
The Honchkrow replied, “Alright. I myself had a small confrontation with a Trainer. That arrogant guy decided to try and capture me. Me! He sent out an Electrike to deal with me. What a joke! I knocked it out with one Dark Pulse. He sent out his Swellow next, and I easily took care of it. He was going to send something else out, but I simply laughed at him and flew away. That’s when I flew here, and I’ve been waiting ever since. Now, where is everyone else?”
The Murkrow started, “How should I—?” He noticed something off in the distance. He turned and saw a group of black birds flying toward him. He said “Boss? They’re here.”
When the rest of the Murkrow arrived, the Honchkrow started yelling at them. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for you? What took you so long?”
One of the Murkrow said he overslept. A few of them said they got lost in the forest. Some others stopped to find food, and the last few got distracted by something shiny.
The Honchkrow was not amused. “You’re all pathetic. You’re lucky I don’t kick you all out right now. You, get an alarm clock. You three, get a map. You four, get rid of that dead Weedle. And you three, get a life. Now here’s the plan. We’ll raid the lake tonight. If we’re lucky, we’ll find some Trainers to destroy and some Barboach to feast on. Anyone have any ideas?”
The first Murkrow to arrive, unarguably the most loyal member on the team, immediately suggested that they take a hidden back route through an untouched corner of the forest. The Honchkrow liked the idea, and the rest of the team agreed. Once everyone was ready, they started flying toward the lake.
It didn’t take long for them to arrive. One of the Murkrow noticed a group of Masquerain floating near the center of the lake. He immediately zoomed toward them to scare them. Some of the other Murkrow suspected that it was a trap. The Honchkrow knew they were right. The Murkrow who sped toward the Masquerain saw it too late, and he was sent flying into the water by a quadruple Water Gun from the Masquerain. A Trainer stepped out from behind a tree and tried to capture the Murkrow. He threw a Great Ball while the bird was still fighting toward the surface. The Honchkrow, with his quick reflexes, knocked the ball away with a Dark Pulse. The Trainer looked confused, but he then noticed the team and their boss. He tried calling the four Masquerain back, but all four of them were sent flying by the Wing Attacks of the Murkrow. The Trainer managed to get the four Masquerain back into their Poké Balls, and ran back into the forest. A few of the Murkrow started to chase him, but they were stopped by the Honchkrow. “Leave him alone. He knows we’re too strong for him. Besides, I’m starving. You four, over there! Search the lake for anything dead!”
The Murkrow who got knocked into the water managed to stop drowning and get back in the air. He flew over to the edge of the pond and dried himself off. The Honchkrow yelled at him for charging toward the Masquerain, but the Murkrow ignored him.
A few minutes later, two of the Murkrow reported back. “We’ve found a dead Magikarp! It’s just lying on a rock. Come see it!”
The Honchkrow replied, “You really are that stupid, aren’t you? That’s what Magikarp do every day. They’re good for nothing else. And besides, even if it really is dead, you know they taste like crap. I’d rather live next to a Koffing. Find something worth my time.”
After almost twenty minutes, the four Murkrow came back. “We’ve found nothing. We’ve checked the whole lake and there’s no sign of nonlife.”
The Honchkrow tried to maintain his composure. He adjusted his hat-crest and said, “Well that was a waste. Let’s go home. We’d better have more success tomorrow night, or someone is going to die.” He started flying toward his nest, but he turned around and said, “And you four, get me that dead Weedle you found before. I’m not going to bed hungry.”
