Samples (Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample: Aight, yo, guys. I am hella sick of all this foraging bizniz. Wild plants, nuts - s'all jus' blech! And donchu even get me started on the berries. I tried every kind, they all nasty. So what I'm gettin' at is - any of you wanna trade me a ice pokemon? If I get a cooler, it can keep it icy and I can refrigerate some hot dogs and stuff! Then G-Dawg can cook em' up. It's genius right? Anyways, I was thinking of like...
[give him a moment while he attempts to remember the original 150 from when he was ten...]
- a Articuno. That one's pretty legit. So yeah, jus' call me up. You can have any of mine, 'cept G-Dawg.
Third Person Sample:
"Bwaaaaah!"
Beat was in a state of shock. It had been a matter of seconds since a woman claiming to be his mom wouldn't let Beat get a word in edgewise, shoving him through the door. Hell, she was acting like his real mother already. That wasn't what struck him; rather, it was the fact that he was now in the most Podunk looking town he had ever seen. How in the hell did he get to a place like this from Shibuya? There were only a couple of buildings, the ground was dirt instead of concrete... if it weren't for the distinct lack of barracks and the peaceful tune of the video-game music coming from god knows where, he'd have held fast to the fleeting thought his parents took him in his sleep and shipped him to boot camp for poor grades. One bleeping Pokedex and brief tutorial later, the lost skater was no less confused. And so, he looked around the town. There was literally... nothing there.
"Aw, man..."
It looked like he'd have to get out of this dump to find some information. Steeling his gaze, he dashed towards the tall grass, apparently startling someone out of their own home as they nearly tripped over themselves to get in his way.
"Wait, you can't leave!!" The man shouted, his hand outstretched and taking a light grab of Beat's shirt. The teen turned his head to give him a flat look.
"Whaaat?" Beat demanded.
"It's not safe! Pokemon will attack you from the tall grass!" The man frowned, gazing on Beat with worry. It really irritated him - he survived the reaper's game, for god's sake, and he sure as hell could take care of himself. He pulled away from the hand, raising his chin defiantly and glaring.
"Oh yeah? Why donchu make better roads then!? Yo, dis is wack!"
The man released him, taking obvious offense. " W-... Why don't you just shut up!"
And that got Beat's blood boiling even more. He raised his fists. "YOU WANNA GO, PUNK!?"
"I-I'm not even a trainer!" The NPC retreated a ways back, obviously scared. Beat rolled his eyes, lowered his fists and wiped his mouth a bit. Screaming that loudly tends to whet your whistle.
"Trainer? What the hell? You wussin' out on me?"
The NPC was quite confused. Beat sighed. This was just ... it was too pathetic.
"Forget it, man. Come back when you grow a pair."
Grumbling, the NPC retreated. Grinning proudly at his manliness, Beat took some steps into the grass.
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Now that you've been accepted... [○] Please respond to this with your character's journal. [○] Comment in the Taken Character's post. [○] Comment to the Friend Add/Remove, and update your friends list. [○] Join the following communities: route-29, route_006, route_1065. [○] If you reserved, please let us know that they've been accepted.
Samples
(Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample: Aight, yo, guys. I am hella sick of all this foraging bizniz. Wild plants, nuts - s'all jus' blech! And donchu even get me started on the berries. I tried every kind, they all nasty. So what I'm gettin' at is - any of you wanna trade me a ice pokemon? If I get a cooler, it can keep it icy and I can refrigerate some hot dogs and stuff! Then G-Dawg can cook em' up. It's genius right? Anyways, I was thinking of like...
[give him a moment while he attempts to remember the original 150 from when he was ten...]
- a Articuno. That one's pretty legit. So yeah, jus' call me up. You can have any of mine, 'cept G-Dawg.
Third Person Sample:
"Bwaaaaah!"
Beat was in a state of shock. It had been a matter of seconds since a woman claiming to be his mom wouldn't let Beat get a word in edgewise, shoving him through the door. Hell, she was acting like his real mother already. That wasn't what struck him; rather, it was the fact that he was now in the most Podunk looking town he had ever seen. How in the hell did he get to a place like this from Shibuya? There were only a couple of buildings, the ground was dirt instead of concrete... if it weren't for the distinct lack of barracks and the peaceful tune of the video-game music coming from god knows where, he'd have held fast to the fleeting thought his parents took him in his sleep and shipped him to boot camp for poor grades. One bleeping Pokedex and brief tutorial later, the lost skater was no less confused. And so, he looked around the town. There was literally... nothing there.
"Aw, man..."
It looked like he'd have to get out of this dump to find some information. Steeling his gaze, he dashed towards the tall grass, apparently startling someone out of their own home as they nearly tripped over themselves to get in his way.
"Wait, you can't leave!!" The man shouted, his hand outstretched and taking a light grab of Beat's shirt. The teen turned his head to give him a flat look.
"Whaaat?" Beat demanded.
"It's not safe! Pokemon will attack you from the tall grass!" The man frowned, gazing on Beat with worry. It really irritated him - he survived the reaper's game, for god's sake, and he sure as hell could take care of himself. He pulled away from the hand, raising his chin defiantly and glaring.
"Oh yeah? Why donchu make better roads then!? Yo, dis is wack!"
The man released him, taking obvious offense. " W-... Why don't you just shut up!"
And that got Beat's blood boiling even more. He raised his fists. "YOU WANNA GO, PUNK!?"
"I-I'm not even a trainer!" The NPC retreated a ways back, obviously scared. Beat rolled his eyes, lowered his fists and wiped his mouth a bit. Screaming that loudly tends to whet your whistle.
"Trainer? What the hell? You wussin' out on me?"
The NPC was quite confused. Beat sighed. This was just ... it was too pathetic.
"Forget it, man. Come back when you grow a pair."
Grumbling, the NPC retreated. Grinning proudly at his manliness, Beat took some steps into the grass.
And then he was mauled by Sentrets.
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Welcome to the Wonderful World of Pokemon!
Congratulations, you have a fun and exciting adventure awaiting you.
Now that you've been accepted...
[○] Please respond to this with your character's journal.
[○] Comment in the Taken Character's post.
[○] Comment to the Friend Add/Remove, and update your friends list.
[○] Join the following communities: route-29, route_006, route_1065.
[○] If you reserved, please let us know that they've been accepted.
Thank you! See you in Johto!
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