Lol, Pokemon sex.
So, I leave my Empoleon and my Ditto at the Day Care ('cause I wanna breed some Piplups to trade), and the old man outside tells me "They don't seem to like each other much."
Now, I have gotten this message once before. My Onix and my Graveler needed some levels to go up against the Electric gym, and being told that they hated each other's faces made me think it was pretty safe to leave them there together without risking an unwanted pregnancy (because Pokemon birth control has not been invented yet). But, lo and behold, ten minutes later I had a brand-new Onix egg. Which is currently languishing in storage, because Pokemon stem cell research is also a thing of the future. I figured I had the weird luck to have the only grudgefucking Rock-types in the game.
Fast-forward to now. This time I actually do want an egg, so I paraded all five of my Dittos in front of Empoleon (uncomfortably, I seem to have become a Ditto pimp). None of them met Empy's exacting standards. So I gave up and left him with a random Ditto for the time being, fully expecting their relationship to be a barren one.
Yep, you guessed it. Ten minutes later I had an egg. Twelve minutes later I had two.
What the hell are they putting in the food at that place!?
Despite being a Ditto pimp, I really don't want to contemplate the mechanics of reproducing with what amounts to a wad of Silly Putty with a face.
Now, I have gotten this message once before. My Onix and my Graveler needed some levels to go up against the Electric gym, and being told that they hated each other's faces made me think it was pretty safe to leave them there together without risking an unwanted pregnancy (because Pokemon birth control has not been invented yet). But, lo and behold, ten minutes later I had a brand-new Onix egg. Which is currently languishing in storage, because Pokemon stem cell research is also a thing of the future. I figured I had the weird luck to have the only grudgefucking Rock-types in the game.
Fast-forward to now. This time I actually do want an egg, so I paraded all five of my Dittos in front of Empoleon (uncomfortably, I seem to have become a Ditto pimp). None of them met Empy's exacting standards. So I gave up and left him with a random Ditto for the time being, fully expecting their relationship to be a barren one.
Yep, you guessed it. Ten minutes later I had an egg. Twelve minutes later I had two.
What the hell are they putting in the food at that place!?
Despite being a Ditto pimp, I really don't want to contemplate the mechanics of reproducing with what amounts to a wad of Silly Putty with a face.