Old Region of some Notoriety Story
The [main government] has all but pushed the greatest tribes into giving up their power. In tribes meetings there are talks of abandoning all wars. Talks of creating a [Region] Nation. Many people are unknowing of the power of talking about Peace. Of creating a stagnant human kind.
In the towns, cities, and homes people watch on their televisions for the latest news. They sense a looming mysterious aura over all the land. What might it be? It felt like after what was coming there would be a period of some unified government where we would face a greater threat that would unify us all. When speaking of such things it is better we talk in a quieter tone.
The Grunts can be heard in the business they are renting the space for, from us, speaking in louder tones yesterday. And today there is a smell of burning. I fear for our safety if they are burning documents maybe they will be after us next. To further destroy their trail.
Heavy footsteps could be heard approaching our front door. The boots stomped louder with each step. And then a loud knock.
Mom opens the door slightly and two of them burst in through the door. One immediately holds my Mom. The other faces me and sends out their shroodle. I was nervous, I couldn't trust my pokemon I had just received from the professor in a package yet because I haven't yet seen it. Other kids got a choice from three but for me it was this 'mon or nothing. I sent out the pokemon because what was I going to do?
Out popped out Gligar. I believed my eyes that we had a chance if we attacked fast.
So I had it use Sand-Attack twice. And Shroodle attacked back. I am sorry Mom as I am making a mess.
"Hit it with your attacking move please Gligar!" It listened and it seemed to work. Or was I making things up? "Sand Attack more!" Gligar used it two more times and Shroodle replied.
I started to suspect Shroodle was too weak to win and that over many strikes from Gligar there could be victory. So as loud as I could I said,"Hammer Away with Poison Sting!"
It was the sand that built up around the eyes. Shroodle would constantly rub them. And the Grunt just shouted one command after another with no sign of condolences. And Shroodle fainted.
Wind started rushing and blowing in through the hallway into this large living room. The other Grunt, the one holding Mom, with one hand sent out a large Hoppip. I thought about how the types matched up and decided to not use the same strategy. And had Gligar Hammer Away with Poison Sting. This change of strategy proved to be a great success. As we as a team defeated not one but two pokemon. And the Grunts had no choice but to run off, scurry away to some place that would revive their poor Pokemon. At least they seemed relatively healthy.
