From: Shard Fields or Megasomething (goola2u@aol.compostheap)
Subject: [PW!] The Fall
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/06/02
Shard awoke, face down on yesterday's paper. "Morning, kiddo. I was worried
we'd hafta get a poke flute," said the waitress. "You serve breakfast, right?"
asked Shard. "Not at this time of evening, answered the waitress, raising a
carefully-groomed eyebrow.
Shard tried to remember what had happened to him, but failed utterly. He felt
his face. He probably hadn't shaved in days. Showered, either, from the smell
of things.
"Ooh, I feel like a boat hit me," said Shard. "Nope, just an Onix," said the
waitress creerfully. "I guess this is hell," said Shard. "I look at my tips
every day and say the same thing," replied the waitress. "Eternalplume, can't
I get a straight answer out of anyone?" wondered Shard.
"I'm here for you," piped Oracle. "Of course, my trusty pokedex," said Shard.
"Where are we?" "I'm not quite sure," said Oracle, "I guess my tracker kindo
of glitched out. It'll work again as soon as I have a point of reference."
"Welcome to Brock's Diner," said the waitress as she walked away. "Oh, that
helps," grumbled Shard, "there's only a half-million of 'em!"
Shard looked at the name of the paper. "Rocket Times," it was called. Ah,
yes, Shard would have to get the one paper which would tell him nothing about
where he was, while simultaneously making him a target for practically
everyone.
Shard stumbled to his feet, immediately collapsing in a heap on the floor. His
vision became a little more blurred, and his head hurt like he had just got
into a fight with a drunken Alakazam.
"I'm gonna die," said Shard cheerfully.
TBC?
