<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:52.834-07:00</updated><category term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>scribgirl wants to be the very best</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-1961161634326954303</id><published>2009-04-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:34:18.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>verdanturf town and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEGsjHXjnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jefmTPZqGSk/s1600-h/Vendantuf+town.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEGsjHXjnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jefmTPZqGSk/s320/Vendantuf+town.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323543596938792562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after a few fights (and a dozen registrations) I make it to vardantuf town. I guess I'll look around a certain loser may live here. After stoping by wally I remember the one tunnel was being dug to here, maybe I can use my new HM to bust it open and get something. So into the tunnel I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few minutes I find the place and smash it open, the one nutjob trying to beak it down by hand gives me a new HM. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEJGPaqF4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xO1E012d3tA/s1600-h/route+116+again.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEJGPaqF4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xO1E012d3tA/s320/route+116+again.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323546237350844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After looking around the cave I find an exit to route 116 I don't remember so I'm going to look around. This guy was looking for some glasses and I found a pair lying on the ground... weren't his so I keep them. Maybe one of my pokemon will look good wiht them. Besides that there wasn't much back here so I guess I have to take that other path I saw a while back. What a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a family that wanted to have a entire family brawl with me so I figured why not. After beating them they give me some sort of trainign harnes. Whatever On I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEPodLjb6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/78Ewx40NKlk/s1600-h/trainter+hill.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEPodLjb6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/78Ewx40NKlk/s320/trainter+hill.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323553422230908834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there is this trainer hill thing, so why not sounds interesting. Seems it's closed though, that just sucks it was sounding interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEQaMN32BI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7i1GZUiP1bE/s1600-h/interviewer.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEQaMN32BI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7i1GZUiP1bE/s320/interviewer.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323554276670691346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I see a camera crew and figure somethings up but they just jump me. Gahh I thought reporters were supposto only observe not get involved. Whipped them good. Seems this was some sort of interview... strange people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go north a bit and it seems that there is a vicious sandstorm going on. So on to  Route 112. So a bit more and I see these two strangly dressed guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEVBbAR2YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BoekBIbptf4/s1600-h/team+magma+I+take+it.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEVBbAR2YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BoekBIbptf4/s320/team+magma+I+take+it.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323559348701616514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team magma I presume? Seems they are looking for a meteoroid to wake something up however that makes sense.  Either way I can't pass. Guess I'll see if that tunnel I saw earlier leads anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEVjXvIyII/AAAAAAAAAJE/DNSyvVozqyQ/s1600-h/fiery+path.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEVjXvIyII/AAAAAAAAAJE/DNSyvVozqyQ/s320/fiery+path.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323559931939965058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god is that smoke? I think my tires are melting... I need to get through this place quick.&lt;br /&gt;Made it through, was somewhat hot but I made it out fine. Fought a bit more outside and bugs finally evolved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEbFOUSduI/AAAAAAAAAJM/m0JBCqloOc0/s1600-h/bugsevolved.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEbFOUSduI/AAAAAAAAAJM/m0JBCqloOc0/s320/bugsevolved.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323566011085125346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking alright wish he wouldn't have become a flying type, and then the rumors were proven true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEbydDFrzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TEojXQJLRII/s1600-h/leftover.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEbydDFrzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TEojXQJLRII/s320/leftover.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323566788133629746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His shell became a pokemon too... digusting but interesting, glad I left that space open for it. Well back on track. I almost had 2 of my party taken out by a trainers pokemon using explosion but Blaze survived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a spinda called it Spin. Found alittle shack in this ash wasteland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEga3HotEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H0-rlZZaK80/s1600-h/huffpuff.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEga3HotEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/H0-rlZZaK80/s320/huffpuff.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323571880373302338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is one heck of a speech impediment. Well he says I can collect ash and he'll be able to make glass out of it. Maybe I can sell it for a decent amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a slugma, calling him Sluggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEjk9ulXPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mSyKZrsExj8/s1600-h/fallabor+town.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEjk9ulXPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mSyKZrsExj8/s320/fallabor+town.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575352480849138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I arrive at fallabor and decide I have to fix up the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a dedicated psychic type so Shazam (abra) is going to be the lead for a while, Blaze for fire and fighting(Combusken) is second, Leaf for water and grass(Lombre), shady (sableye) for that combination of dark and ghost, Raggy for some genearl normal type(Zigzagoon), and tike for an electrical type(Electrike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going south I caught a Swablu, named her blu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEsB685uOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TpIjp5B8veM/s1600-h/shazam+evolved.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEsB685uOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TpIjp5B8veM/s320/shazam+evolved.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323584646044825826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shazam evolved, maybe he can actually fight now. Fought some more trainers, got forced to register some more. Yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeItOReX-bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OQx43QRS1ZM/s1600-h/moretunels.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeItOReX-bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OQx43QRS1ZM/s320/moretunels.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323867432737569202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great more tunnels to rustboro maybe something is going to be interesting on the way down there. Well it's the most interesting cave I've been in so far. It has random craters though I have no clue how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeIuVe3MaQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2Bl86JMJ0BQ/s1600-h/team+magma+again.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeIuVe3MaQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2Bl86JMJ0BQ/s320/team+magma+again.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323868656102041858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just a few steps in and I found team magma doing some random crap I don't care about.They babble on and then something interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeIvEat4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4MXWt2GaRUw/s1600-h/team+aqua+shows+up.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeIvEat4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4MXWt2GaRUw/s320/team+aqua+shows+up.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323869462443091330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team aqua shows up they get into a shouting match and magma says something about a meteor and leaves. Moveing on I catch a solrock, I'll call it sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back to rustboro too quick. Maybe I'll go see what team magma is up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeJrylny0UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JreL_MEmmVI/s1600-h/seems+they+left.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeJrylny0UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JreL_MEmmVI/s320/seems+they+left.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323936226341998914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems like they left, wonder what they are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ride up the car to the top of the mountain. It's free at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-1961161634326954303?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1961161634326954303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/verdanturf-town-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/1961161634326954303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/1961161634326954303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/verdanturf-town-and-on.html' title='verdanturf town and on'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeEGsjHXjnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jefmTPZqGSk/s72-c/Vendantuf+town.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-3664074102598894983</id><published>2009-04-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:07:47.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>route 110and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDWkrB-lqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TQ0yG1sXy3M/s1600-h/route110.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDWkrB-lqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TQ0yG1sXy3M/s320/route110.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323490685066581666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So on to route 110 it seems. Seems there is a cycling road but they won't let me on it. Now I'm curious whats on it. So I walk north a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDXOrvAIBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cJTPXkSU2RE/s1600-h/ishestalking.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDXOrvAIBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cJTPXkSU2RE/s320/ishestalking.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323491406809931794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there is Birch. He says this is random but I more or less made a B line here, how the heck did he get here before me? Did he know I was coming, is he stalking me? Why does he think I'm traveling with his kid, why does everyone assume that it's just fine to register with my pokenav. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bit to the north I meet the most horribly bizarre people ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDYlZ2dvQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nlhVqEym6pQ/s1600-h/pokefans.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDYlZ2dvQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nlhVqEym6pQ/s320/pokefans.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323492896658013442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god, what is going on, why is that parent dressing his kid like a pikachu, why is that women... I don't even know what she's doing. I beat them, I think those were only child pokemon but if they really wanted to fight it's their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDbKvtIEGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/q9oKVOvD01Y/s1600-h/blazeevolved.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDbKvtIEGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/q9oKVOvD01Y/s320/blazeevolved.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323495737202839650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's when Blaze evolved. Was wondering when that was going to happen. Learned double kick too. The women forced a registration on my pokenav. Isn't there  a law against this? I found a strange house to the north with a man hiding under the table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDci4DFAOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lX4a9jOU__c/s1600-h/more+strange.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDci4DFAOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lX4a9jOU__c/s320/more+strange.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323497251270885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... If by mystery you mean whack job I'll believe you. Seems he has some sort of trick house in the back. I guess I'll take a look whatever a trick house is. A lot of cutting later and I meet him in the back room. Got a rare candy and he said he'll make more tricks. I don't even think there was a real trick in that house. Whatever, no I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught an oddish, named her oddy.  Caught an Electrike and named him tike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDkATiqgjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qfQqUyu72E0/s1600-h/bredanagain.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDkATiqgjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qfQqUyu72E0/s320/bredanagain.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505453448725042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little farther and I run into Brendan. He wants a fight so i'll give it to him. He beat a few of party but that was only because I've been walking all the way here. Caught a gulpin called her Glutton. So after fighitng a lot of trainers and forcing me to register numbers with them. Arg. Anyways I arive in mauville city and get the HM for smash from some guy, would be great if I could use it. I was also given a bike for free, what can I say I have a certain charm~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDuZJFn0dI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lRPHfGBAGMY/s1600-h/wallyagain.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDuZJFn0dI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lRPHfGBAGMY/s320/wallyagain.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323516875255566802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I find the gym and the little brat wally is blockign the door. Seems he's arguing with his uncle that he wants to fight the gym leader. I say let him get whooped. Also I have  sneaky feeling he's going to register on my pokenav. First he wants a battle to prove himself. I whoop him, suprisingly he doesn't force me to register him. Finally maybe this stream of people regsertering with me will end... Then SCOTT shows up and babbles something and leaves... I think he's stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems this is an electric gym, guess I'll have to change my party to ground types and such. I think I have a few of those. I don't have too many but a few grass should work. Well I'll put them thorugh some workouts so they can be ready for this, these guys are too lazy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDyqZq6e0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Vfw4MR4O_2s/s1600-h/another+strange+one.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDyqZq6e0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Vfw4MR4O_2s/s320/another+strange+one.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323521569811233602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So while training I happen across this. What in gods name is this thing. All I know is that it's annoying with this moonlight ability. Caught it, calling it Illy. Then it happens Wally calls me up, God who is giveing out my number, is there a do not call list I can get on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeD5iYGKm2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/w98xc0rh1dw/s1600-h/nextgym.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeD5iYGKm2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/w98xc0rh1dw/s320/nextgym.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323529128531106658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here I go. There is a bunch of stupid but easly figured out electrical fence things but I get through them and all the trainers. Seems my work into buggy and mush were worthless. It seems that Blaze is finishing off most of them. Though I do want to see what buggy evolves into, I heard some odd rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeD9q6FWEKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nisJge0u6KI/s1600-h/the+next+gym+leader.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeD9q6FWEKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nisJge0u6KI/s320/the+next+gym+leader.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323533673139933346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there he is the gym leader. So it starts, he's odd as can be, what is it with all these strange guys out in the world? The fight was hard but I came out on top, Blaze brought me through it. So I have the badge and a new TM I guess I'll train someone rock smash and move on. Though where to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between north and west I went west.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-3664074102598894983?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3664074102598894983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/route-110and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/3664074102598894983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/3664074102598894983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/route-110and-on.html' title='route 110and on'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDWkrB-lqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TQ0yG1sXy3M/s72-c/route110.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-6226635618928338597</id><published>2009-04-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:41:04.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAILSBReBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NGT-XJjkYqg/s1600-h/slateportcity.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAILSBReBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NGT-XJjkYqg/s320/slateportcity.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323263749460686866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after clearing a beach of children trainers I feel warmed up for another real city. Seems that they have a market. Not much there for me. Found where the goods were to go but it seems the person they were for is gone. Arg why can't this just be easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some more exploring I found something odd. A bunch of people gathered in front of the museum dressed up like aqua members. I decided to hold off checking on them and look around a bit more. I head back and they seem to have went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeANRIDvjTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XnMeDilt8Ek/s1600-h/aquainthemuseum.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeANRIDvjTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XnMeDilt8Ek/s320/aquainthemuseum.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323269347424046386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to drop 50 to get in but it seems they remember me, this is going to be fun~.... wait he just threw a TM at me and ran. Oh well maybe the others want to get stomped.... but they don't. Oh well, found the guy upstairs and gave him the parts. Then the aqua guys wanted to fight, finally I was waiting for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAP8u4JIrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JAlGXxcFHjk/s1600-h/aquaboss.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAP8u4JIrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JAlGXxcFHjk/s320/aquaboss.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323272295602004658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems the aqua boss showed up. Asked if I was a part of team magma whoever it is. Made some speech and then left. Whatever, this is over with now what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out and another strange guy named scott babbles on and registers on my pokenav. God I wish I never got this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDT6_S1eFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1vrpPQb6Y9I/s1600-h/battletent.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeDT6_S1eFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1vrpPQb6Y9I/s320/battletent.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323487769928235090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find this place called the battle tent. Seems SCOTT was in front of it and gibbered on and left. Why am I finding so many weirdos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to check it out, they take my pokemon away and say I have to use theirs... Why does this seem like a scam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I win 3 straight fights with their pokemon and they give me a ... full heal. Oh well I guess it was alright. Nothing more in the town it seems so I move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-6226635618928338597?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6226635618928338597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-after-clearing-beach-of-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/6226635618928338597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/6226635618928338597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-after-clearing-beach-of-children.html' title=''/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAILSBReBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NGT-XJjkYqg/s72-c/slateportcity.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-7586682544603882674</id><published>2009-04-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:00:24.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>Dewford</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7RbOOE5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qsqwxmhp-PA/s1600-h/dewford.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7RbOOE5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qsqwxmhp-PA/s320/dewford.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322922075202315458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignoring the call I have arrived at dewford. At least it's somewhere else, maybe I can hitch a ride to somewhere else or find a pokemon to carry me over water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7a933rMgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K8F0P2sc9xY/s1600-h/getting+rod.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7a933rMgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K8F0P2sc9xY/s320/getting+rod.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322932566102848002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well these people while insane for living on an island are somewhat friendly. This one just gave me a rod... Wait this thing is a piece of crap just gets magickarps. How stupid, I'm going to give that guy a piece of my mind, catching one and calling it bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going around this island they seem to be obsessed with the "secret making". Whatever it is it dosen't make sense. Looking around to deliver the item I found a silk scarf, while not my style free is free? Couldn't find the guy in town so I'm going to check out the cave to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I was right, person mentioned him passing. Gives me this Flash HM and says that I need the badge from the gym to use it. Oh well I guess I just have to go trounce a gym leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7hZPIpMQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kSz8Q5lDQ7I/s1600-h/darkgym.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7hZPIpMQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kSz8Q5lDQ7I/s320/darkgym.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322939633274269954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god. I can't see more then a foot around me. Let me guess this would be a great situation for FLASH wouldn't it, oh wait I need to beat the leader here to USE flash. Oh how cleaver. Well I'm slowly getting used to it and the trainers don't have much ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd_5RgZFAGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/A2Kd82ud574/s1600-h/gymleader+2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd_5RgZFAGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/A2Kd82ud574/s320/gymleader+2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323247363723427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there he is, the man I will stomp to get my second badge. This was a real stomp too, his pokemon didn't stand a chance against my sprigy's confuse. Now I guess I can check out that hole in the ground now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that tunnel I caught a makuhita, I'll call him punchy. So this flash HM does light up the tunnel... though its still limited, oh well I can see my feet now. Then I meet something strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd_8h3V5h_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ql9BxGDxTY/s1600-h/morestrange.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd_8h3V5h_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ql9BxGDxTY/s320/morestrange.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323250943296899058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks like something from a bad cartoon. I'll see if I can catch it through. Srigy couldn't tackle it so I think it's some sort of ghost type but he couldn't take the fight and fainted. Guess I'll just have to see if I can find another one. Caught an aron I'll call erin.... Also got a call from Roxanne she says something about wanting to fight me later, I can't wait for that one she was actually a challenge... but who is giving out my number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found another Sableye, I am so catching him this time. Once again they fall. At least they aren't super rare. I'll get one eventually. A level down and just that happened, lost a few balls but I didn't want to take any risks, I'll call him shady. I think I'll even go out and take her into this party. Seems she's a Dark Ghost so that's cool even if she looks silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAER7KJJrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/o_MjLFshjxk/s1600-h/Steven.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/SeAER7KJJrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/o_MjLFshjxk/s320/Steven.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323259465536448178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After going through a bunch of tunnels I finally find him. What the heck would someone go through all that trouble to end up here? I gave him the letter he gave me a tm, guess that makes it worth while. I hate being a delivery girl though. Then he forces me to register pokenavs with him. What is it with people doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well talking to the old man he says he'll take me to slateport, guess I might as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-7586682544603882674?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7586682544603882674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/dewford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/7586682544603882674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/7586682544603882674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/dewford.html' title='Dewford'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7RbOOE5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Qsqwxmhp-PA/s72-c/dewford.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-4576993754544126369</id><published>2009-04-09T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:35:54.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>route 116</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6t-eC1zsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MJbsushqKDs/s1600-h/route+116.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6t-eC1zsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MJbsushqKDs/s320/route+116.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322883098326978242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So onwards I go more trainers to crush. More sapplings to cut down.  Onwards to the tunnel that was being talked about and who seems to be the guy who is making it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6yNu3li1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/L7LLcDF6ozo/s1600-h/holywow.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6yNu3li1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/L7LLcDF6ozo/s320/holywow.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322887758587726674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By hand. How he does this I don't know, maybe he's some sort of pokemon, either way I'm going to avoid this man. Seems the pokemon react to loud noises... Seems they cause an uproar, if it's anything like the one anoying pokemon it' s going to be slightly tough. Anyways into the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd600lkySII/AAAAAAAAAEk/quZ-t_Q_wbs/s1600-h/what+sort+of+tunnel+is+this.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd600lkySII/AAAAAAAAAEk/quZ-t_Q_wbs/s320/what+sort+of+tunnel+is+this.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890625131104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Into the tu... what the heck. Aren't tunnels... dark? This is sort of ... misty. I really don't know what to think somethings up. Walking a bit revealed what I fear, those anoying screaming things, at least they aren't that strong. Then it seems someone was holding pokemon hostage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd63IZr5msI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kB0xWBIdxsM/s1600-h/hostages+are+wrothless.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd63IZr5msI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kB0xWBIdxsM/s320/hostages+are+wrothless.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322893164560358082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad they aren't my pokemon. I beat him like all the rest and he drops some goods. Guess I'll return it back to the stupid idiot who lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd64b8HJBbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R6QiV2bJiw4/s1600-h/ofcourseIdid.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd64b8HJBbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/R6QiV2bJiw4/s320/ofcourseIdid.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894599730562482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave them back since I want to buy some pokeballs, seems he was smart enough to give me a reward of a greatball. Then he proceeds to drag me to the office.... I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd648EmHUPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7GOvaNBl4gc/s1600-h/waitwhat.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd648EmHUPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7GOvaNBl4gc/s320/waitwhat.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895151763771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Why are you making me a delivery girl? At least it was better then I thought. Hopefully it's on my way or you can kiss this thing goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd657xEUo0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CC5I19_ZoNw/s1600-h/whyareyouassumingthis.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd657xEUo0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CC5I19_ZoNw/s320/whyareyouassumingthis.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322896246033392450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait why are you saying I'm doing this I never agreed to anything. Why are you making me go to this dewford? Jesus what is with these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait they just gave me payment before doing this... How did they make this corporation work? Well I guess if I'm in the area I'll drop their crap off. Man these men are just stupid as can be. At least I got a new toy to play with. Back on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd68F4RVvSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wkQ7N00AiBk/s1600-h/rocks.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd68F4RVvSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wkQ7N00AiBk/s320/rocks.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322898618788986146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah this guy doesn't have a chance to break these things any time soon. I guess I have to go by boat or something, saw a port maybe I can hitch a ride. I just hope I don't have to do something... unsavory to the crew for it. Then exiting the town I bump into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd69IPDZEBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5IkJ1aEWc0Y/s1600-h/great+him.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd69IPDZEBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5IkJ1aEWc0Y/s320/great+him.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322899758775865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him. He wants me to register with the pokenav thing with him. Fine I'll do it he just leaves me be. Men are such pain at times. Then he wants a fight, so I give it to him. Of course I win. At least I can go now. No wait leaf is evolving into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6-KOVWDsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uHduT93AR44/s1600-h/whattheheck.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6-KOVWDsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uHduT93AR44/s320/whattheheck.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322900892454096578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... WHAT THE HECK!? I guess this is ... alright. Well anyway moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7Am9Zh51I/AAAAAAAAAFk/p3vMoq-jZ2M/s1600-h/setsail.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd7Am9Zh51I/AAAAAAAAAFk/p3vMoq-jZ2M/s320/setsail.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322903585147709266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I check out the cabin by the dock and I find the guy's pokemon who was held hostage. Glad it didn't get killed off by the aqua guy. On the trip dad called my pokenav... I wish the old dude wouldn't have given out my number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-4576993754544126369?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4576993754544126369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/route-116.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/4576993754544126369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/4576993754544126369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/route-116.html' title='route 116'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6t-eC1zsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MJbsushqKDs/s72-c/route+116.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-5028073040041600164</id><published>2009-04-09T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:19:43.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>The gym adn onward</title><content type='html'>(Due to my inability to have internet at the moment I am saving this and posting later, hence numarical names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6phkDn38I/AAAAAAAAADE/5RKprKhASJ8/s1600-h/netlessa1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6phkDn38I/AAAAAAAAADE/5RKprKhASJ8/s320/netlessa1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878203678154690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well there goes my idea that there might be more decent men in this world. Met a man who doesn't even know how to make his little girl laugh. He reminds me of my father a bit. So he wants something to make her laugh, I'll give him something, it may take a few years but she'll finally get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the gym in town but cage and leaf are about the only ones who may dent a rock pokemon so to the north I go to see what I can capture. I find some vandals have messed with a sign about some new tunel system but that doesn't matter I want my first badge. While training I got a Taillow which I called pecker and a Whismer called whirlp. Cage seems strong enough now so I head back to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6ph6V2ziI/AAAAAAAAADM/9yvoa22T6zA/s1600-h/netlessa2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6ph6V2ziI/AAAAAAAAADM/9yvoa22T6zA/s320/netlessa2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878209660210722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I stand in front of the rock gym. Now if I remeber correctly ground type and rock type are often related so I rearange my party. I put Sringy away and took out pecker, if there are ground attacks pecker won't get hit. Hopefully this pans out for me. With this I decide to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I was wrong with pekcer might being effect. Deffensivly yes, offensivly better stick to cage. Even with miscalculation I rip through these "trainers" and get all the way up to the gym leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6ph2ZODtI/AAAAAAAAADU/fzjONNDmB6M/s1600-h/netlessa3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6ph2ZODtI/AAAAAAAAADU/fzjONNDmB6M/s320/netlessa3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878208600575698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She seems to be too polite for her own good but she's a gym leader so she must know what she is doing. I will surpass her though, I must! The first two of her geodudes went down quickly, but her third pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6piH4DvbI/AAAAAAAAADc/EnoB3t3FGTY/s1600-h/netlessa4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6piH4DvbI/AAAAAAAAADc/EnoB3t3FGTY/s320/netlessa4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878213293325746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT IS THAT THING AND WHY DID IT JUST OBLITERATE CAGE?!... and the rest... I ... I lost, what was that rock tomb?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can try again... I have to try again, I'll just train Cage and Leaf up more! Back north I go! On this trip I luckly caught an abra and I know how these things love to teleport away so I'm happy I got him, I'm calling him shzam. Also caught a Nincada, I'll call him bugs... I think he's a bug anyway, I'll have to see. I also got a Skitty and named her katz. I think I might use her against the gym leader, That attrack move was somewhat anoying. Deciding that maybe I can find another grass or water type pokemon on teh way back I'm going to go back through the forest to see if there are anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck in that blasted forest I find a shroom but it just wasn't strong enough for me to capture. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6piXxNC5I/AAAAAAAAADk/jLOXPtfMHPo/s1600-h/netlessa5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6piXxNC5I/AAAAAAAAADk/jLOXPtfMHPo/s320/netlessa5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878217559542674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6ph2ZODtI/AAAAAAAAADU/fzjONNDmB6M/s1600-h/netlessa3.PNG"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though I'm lucky sringy finally evolved! Though he is now flying... So I don't know how well he'll do with rocks flying at him. Decide to go outside the forest for a second and what do I see? A Marill this is perfet! I'll call him Marv. This fight also raised the same question once again... How does sringy still use poision sting? I head back to north Rustboru city to fight some trainers I saw earlier and the hard work paid off, marv leared water watergun, with that I think I can fight that monster of a pokemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I don't know why this got underlined)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rAf155_I/AAAAAAAAADs/KWEvkVUzEwo/s1600-h/netlessa6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rAf155_I/AAAAAAAAADs/KWEvkVUzEwo/s320/netlessa6.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322879834634446834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The battle was grueling but I won only because rock tomb didn't instantly kill leaf. So now I can use cut outside of battle and got som stone TM now. So now I move one... but a comosion is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rLF9ndaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hZVKPSlMT10/s1600-h/netlessa7.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rLF9ndaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hZVKPSlMT10/s320/netlessa7.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322880016666031522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sees the one strange guy just had his stuff stolen. Serves the idiot right. anyway I have some trees to chop down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rX8uT8sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uQbQWhIV7jU/s1600-h/netlessa8.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rX8uT8sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uQbQWhIV7jU/s320/netlessa8.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322880237524218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why yes I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rhuwRqvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_S5VIIjh9oY/s1600-h/netlessa9.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rhuwRqvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_S5VIIjh9oY/s320/netlessa9.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322880405573053170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still would, and behind that Shroomish which I caught him, hes now called mush. With this cutting spree done i'm going to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rpunOXdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ux4wySqhJZo/s1600-h/netlessa10.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6rpunOXdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ux4wySqhJZo/s320/netlessa10.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322880542974041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I get interrupted by this guy again. Had his stuff stolen, wants me to find it, cry me a river it's your fault. Well I'm heading that way, MAYBE I'll come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-5028073040041600164?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5028073040041600164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/gym-adn-onward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/5028073040041600164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/5028073040041600164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/gym-adn-onward.html' title='The gym adn onward'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd6phkDn38I/AAAAAAAAADE/5RKprKhASJ8/s72-c/netlessa1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-8875259238678443164</id><published>2009-04-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:45:11.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>Rustboro city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4xuhJ_JWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VMDxjRlbRss/s1600-h/rustboro+city.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4xuhJ_JWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VMDxjRlbRss/s320/rustboro+city.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322746484842505570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally a real place for people. Look at that a multistory building, and streets, and sidewalk! More then 2 families can actually live here. So I go around the city and something unexpected happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4yYyOSdnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/inuZgGY1GpY/s1600-h/a+respectable+man.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4yYyOSdnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/inuZgGY1GpY/s320/a+respectable+man.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747210978457202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find someone who sees me for what I am. A great trainer and rewards me for it. Finally the first respectable man I've seen on this journey. He gives me the HM Cut. Seems I can use it for "constructive" things, but really I'm just going chop down whatever sapling that's in my way with. I put on my best face and thank him profusely. I hope I find more men like him out in the world, ones that are so unlike my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-8875259238678443164?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8875259238678443164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/rustboro-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/8875259238678443164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/8875259238678443164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/rustboro-city.html' title='Rustboro city'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4xuhJ_JWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VMDxjRlbRss/s72-c/rustboro+city.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-2259769182458881446</id><published>2009-04-09T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:32:41.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>route 104 and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4E_kLeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sP7lX3ZAueM/s1600-h/route+103.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4E_kLeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sP7lX3ZAueM/s320/route+103.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322697299688571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that the kid is gone I'm free to continue. Little punk was probably some student of my father, I'll make sure to put him on my list. So the usual more weak trainers as usual but their is a beach here. I even got to see the fabled weakling of the pokemon world first hand, the legendary Magickarp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4F64TqLTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SSa-CatGUYY/s1600-h/poormagickarp.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4F64TqLTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SSa-CatGUYY/s320/poormagickarp.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698318703897906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems his trainer though the magickarp was legendary in some other way. I leave him to cry over his pathetic fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4Gh-yxkFI/AAAAAAAAACE/Oxh-xLE4jTQ/s1600-h/Petalburgwoods.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4Gh-yxkFI/AAAAAAAAACE/Oxh-xLE4jTQ/s320/Petalburgwoods.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698990459916370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh joy dark woods. Just what I want to encounter. Seems to not bother the local population who still have more trainers in this area then houses. Where do all these people live? Anyways I thought it would be ironic to defeat a pathetic bug trainer with sringy vs his couple WURPLES and then something strange happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4H9ACNK6I/AAAAAAAAACM/iuBJcONtdGA/s1600-h/sringy+evolved.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4H9ACNK6I/AAAAAAAAACM/iuBJcONtdGA/s320/sringy+evolved.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322700554161171362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sringy spun a cocoon around himself and evolved! I'm so happy sringy is becoming more powerful! He can somehow still tackle and use poision needle from inside it. Not quite sure how that works. Contineing on I find something .... strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4JE_aaQ2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qJylmI_FVU0/s1600-h/what+is+this+thing.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4JE_aaQ2I/AAAAAAAAACU/qJylmI_FVU0/s320/what+is+this+thing.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701790944838498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this thing is but I guess I'll catch it. I'll call him Lazy but I don't think he'll respond at all to me calling him ANYTHING anyway. At least he won't eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4Jx0UC8uI/AAAAAAAAACc/cP0LfarsDP8/s1600-h/another+strange+guy.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4Jx0UC8uI/AAAAAAAAACc/cP0LfarsDP8/s320/another+strange+guy.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322702561059468002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it with these strange random people? I don't think it's a good sign that they talk when they don't think anyone else is around. Oh crap he noticed me. Well he's flaky but he's only looking for his pokemon. I really don't want to get involved when another strange person shows up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4KawARJ6I/AAAAAAAAACk/CnQ3MHqlJSE/s1600-h/devon+researcher.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4KawARJ6I/AAAAAAAAACk/CnQ3MHqlJSE/s320/devon+researcher.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322703264277407650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what's going on but this new guy seems to be from team aqua wants to steal this guys pokemon. Like any coward in this situation he random talking guy decides to hid behind a girl. If it wasn't me I'd berate him for being such a coward but at least he knows a strong trainer when he sees one. Sadly this aqua guy was the hardest trainer I've fought so far but I still walked over him. With this defeat blaze finally learned ember now he can do some serious damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the strange guy knew gratitude and gave me some great balls. More fighting leaf learned adsorb so he may actual be able to fight these wild pokemon now, his astonish was doing nothing. Finally I've exited this forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4bJnm7LOI/AAAAAAAAACs/7upVaZqaaM8/s1600-h/another+winner.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4bJnm7LOI/AAAAAAAAACs/7upVaZqaaM8/s320/another+winner.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322721661663522018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And right outside I find someone... special. He gave me a TM to teach my pokemon how to do this. I don't know what to say so I just take it and raid the tree things behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit to the north is a flower shop they give me a watering can and tell me the virtues of berries. I could care less but free stuff, can't say no to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-2259769182458881446?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2259769182458881446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/route-103-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/2259769182458881446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/2259769182458881446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/route-103-and-on.html' title='route 104 and on'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd4E_kLeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sP7lX3ZAueM/s72-c/route+103.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-5825032283070880341</id><published>2009-04-08T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:48:24.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>On the route 101 and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2JBIxeA4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jhmyW_vdek8/s1600-h/route101.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2JBIxeA4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jhmyW_vdek8/s320/route101.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322560987249640322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it starts. My new life as a trainer, I'm turning back and never coming home. The route is short and I end up in oldale town, I still don't know how you can call a place with a few houses a town but at least it has a pokecenter and mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the mart lacks in pokeballs so I can't get any. I tried to see what was to the west but a rude man said he found "rare" footprints and kept shoving me back. The nerve of some people. So I head north... where I find a strange bird that utterly demolishes blaze, poor blaze I guess I can't completely rest on his strength and run away from this bird demon. I need those pokeballs quick it's too risky to just have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2LiD_5LJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Muqk0f41ISg/s1600-h/cheapguy.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2LiD_5LJI/AAAAAAAAABE/Muqk0f41ISg/s320/cheapguy.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563751926901906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find Birch's son to the north and he immediately challenges me to a battle, even though Blaze is clearly weakened by having to fight through the high grass for me to get here. I'll show him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was close but the potion I had turned the tide in my favor and he had to submit to me. I have to say that is a good feeling, I can't wait to take on a gym leader and not a random boy in the wild. At least he was decent enough to give me winnings for this fight. He says we should go see his father. Maybe he'll give me something for this glorious accomplishment so I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2NPNTH8GI/AAAAAAAAABM/l4m6ldtVV4g/s1600-h/thedex.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2NPNTH8GI/AAAAAAAAABM/l4m6ldtVV4g/s320/thedex.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322565627029221474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His father is pleased with me and gives me this device called the pokedex. Why does everything have a poke prefix? Whatever, I take the thing it might prove useful. He then has the decency to give me some pokeballs, now I can go out and catch my own pokemon. With my goods in hand I plan to cut this town out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2NxexeB4I/AAAAAAAAABU/1m7_o-b3J-Y/s1600-h/cluelessmother.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2NxexeB4I/AAAAAAAAABU/1m7_o-b3J-Y/s320/cluelessmother.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322566215835453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But just as I try to leave my clueless mother has to show up. She give me some speach and gives me a pair of shoes... How stupid do you have to be to give your only daughter who is leaveing a pair of shoes? This makes my resolve even stronger to never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I test out my new pokeballs and capture a "wurmple" I'll call him stringy. It was easy, I don't know how this could ever get hard. I let stringy have a few fights just to see what he's made of, he may prove useful in the future but now he's just a little pathetic worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to Oldale and want to see if the guy who forced me around is finished. It seems it was his own footprints. The moron, but with him out of the way I go west. To the west I find and capture some weird lily pad pokemon, I'll call him leaf. With this water leaf thing I decide maybe I could take on the demon bird to the north, and what do you know, there he sits. After a minute he's sitting my backpack, I'll call him cage, becuase he's no longer free now. Also to the north I find a dog like pokemon, I'll call him woof. Found another retarded rat thing decided to catch it, he'll be raggy. I find nothing interesting to the north so back to heading west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2TRNtQKuI/AAAAAAAAABc/ukIF9xz0-Cg/s1600-h/brightguy.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2TRNtQKuI/AAAAAAAAABc/ukIF9xz0-Cg/s320/brightguy.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322572258568317666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And first person I see has the IQ of a rock and wants to fight. I use him to test the mettle of my newly acquired pokemon. Most are lacking and cage flat out faints, amazing how he hurt blaze before but now he just seems useless. I have to use blaze to win but it is to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fights happen, all cake. Then I find something strange some berry trees. I pick them and then plant a berry. Maybe I can keep harvesting these if I really need to. Waste not want not. Sringy learned how to use poision sting, he's already proving how good he can be with this development. I'm so glad I caught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2WbwEPHHI/AAAAAAAAABk/eWsPc_tlDiQ/s1600-h/petalburgcity.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2WbwEPHHI/AAAAAAAAABk/eWsPc_tlDiQ/s320/petalburgcity.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322575738125098098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reach this petalburg "City" but it only has a gym and another large building. Not very citylike. It also has a kid that won't let me look around until I go in the gym. Kids are such a pain. So I go in and say hi to dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2XYrnyw1I/AAAAAAAAABs/ULaLJMXyGco/s1600-h/dearolddad.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2XYrnyw1I/AAAAAAAAABs/ULaLJMXyGco/s320/dearolddad.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322576784904078162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always he has to make sure I know he wanted a son.  Then as always he lets one of his students interupt us. So typical. He then makes me go with his new student and make sure he doens't get hurt grabing a pokemon, guess thats all I'm good for arn't I dad? He even gave him a pokemon and pokeballs to use. He never even did this much for me. Then this wally drags me out to the tall grass to catch a pokemon and practicly rubs the fact he's closer to my father then me in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he catchs a pokemon and somehow acts proud like it was hard or something. God this is just disgusting to do. We head back to meet dad and when I ask about fighting him he says I should get stronger. Well screw him, I'll get stronger and when I come back I'll crush him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of town a strange man bumped into me, he said he was looking for "talented" trainers and left. He'll be sorry, they'll all be sorry when they see how talented I become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-5825032283070880341?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5825032283070880341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-route-101-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/5825032283070880341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/5825032283070880341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-route-101-and-on.html' title='On the route 101 and on'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2JBIxeA4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jhmyW_vdek8/s72-c/route101.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-3535417537242787579</id><published>2009-04-08T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:33:28.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>Day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2BFzFKsQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gJ293OI0AdQ/s1600-h/are+you+ready.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2BFzFKsQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gJ293OI0AdQ/s320/are+you+ready.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322552271233003778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not but here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here starts the game and I have a girl who is pigeon toed and wears bike shorts with a handkerchief on her head. This can only lead to good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2B0Qb9DZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uZ-aedTg2xo/s1600-h/shiped+in+the+back.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2B0Qb9DZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uZ-aedTg2xo/s320/shiped+in+the+back.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553069387189650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it seems I'm being shipped in the back with all the stuff. Seems something a parent not interested in their child's safety would do but all the better to make you want to strike out as a pokemon trainer right~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2CoEGLt4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/f8L9l_RP5aE/s1600-h/must+be+tiring.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2CoEGLt4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/f8L9l_RP5aE/s320/must+be+tiring.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322553959427848066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You better believe it. So it seems I was "shipped" to this little god forsaken town of LITTLROOT. It seems forced pokemon labor is cheap so they move everything in while we get to sit back and feel superior. Set the clock and it mysteriously turned to night outside, Oh god what cursed powers does this clock have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the PC to see what I have in it, somehow I managed to smuggle a potion inside it's case and retreve it, I will need it if I want to keep a pokemon alive long enough to get me out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go downstairs only to find my mother salivating over father on TV. It seems to have ended just as I arived good ridence. Mother then wants me to make nice with one of his friends in town, why she wants me to see a grown strange man by myself only makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there are only 3 houses in this "town". The neighbors seem ... strange to say the least, nothing they talk about is of interset. I finaly arive at the this "Birches" house and am greeted by his wife. Seems they have a son they want me to meet and she forces me into his room. I don't like this. But he's not there, but there is a pokeball just sitting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2FUvcOYLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cYLUyn-5b3A/s1600-h/heyyou.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2FUvcOYLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cYLUyn-5b3A/s320/heyyou.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556926000521394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too good to be true the brat shows up just as I get to looking at it. He has the nerve to bring up my father and somehow wonder how a woman such as myself could come from him. I already hate this boy, though he did offer to catch me a pokemon, this boy could be useful so I play friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He complains about having to help his father and inexplicably just hops on the computer, I decide to leave him to his toys. That's when I hear it. The cry of a wild pokemon and I have to go see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2GdjYCioI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CHuRFWIm09A/s1600-h/helpme.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2GdjYCioI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CHuRFWIm09A/s320/helpme.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322558176892193410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... the good prof getting attacked. This could prove to be amusing I've never seen a live pokemon mauling before, but he says there is a pokemon in the bag. I can't help but want to take one out even if it means saving this "friend" of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2HAJgfZII/AAAAAAAAAA0/mD4zfVxI5LM/s1600-h/burnbaby.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2HAJgfZII/AAAAAAAAAA0/mD4zfVxI5LM/s320/burnbaby.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322558771243738242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there he is, my little bird of fire waiting to let me release him. What ensued couldn't be called a fight, it was too one sided. The retarded rat that attacked Birch was the one mauled in a few instance and my little bird was to blame. This was exactly what I wanted out of life, this was the thrill I always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prof in his infinite wisdom gave me "Blaze". Today is the start of my new life, the life of a trainer. Living by my own will and wants. With this I leave this small pitiful town to see the world on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-3535417537242787579?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3535417537242787579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/3535417537242787579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/3535417537242787579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one.html' title='Day one'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u7yBCXTqfBw/Sd2BFzFKsQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gJ293OI0AdQ/s72-c/are+you+ready.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305408830810472511.post-5426296143545928936</id><published>2009-04-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:58:34.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lets play pokemon'/><title type='text'>Oh god why</title><content type='html'>There are bad ideas and then there are worse ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An online game group of mine decided to pick up pokemon roms and decided to play them. As per tradition they chose girls for their characters and made blogs as well. I am here to carry this too as I got roped in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305408830810472511-5426296143545928936?l=pokescribgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5426296143545928936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/5426296143545928936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305408830810472511/posts/default/5426296143545928936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pokescribgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-why.html' title='Oh god why'/><author><name>sanity underwhelming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488649506684938377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
