Nuzlocke Challenge

"You... Don't tell me, I already know. You want to know why, just like the rest. I'll tell you perhaps, but no one else. I was... so similar to what you are. And then... well... let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I guess it began when I was thirteen, back in Littleroot town. Thier are only two things you need to know about Littleroot Town: It's tiny, and it's always sunny. No variation at all. Actually, its kind of like your hometown, come to think of it. Anyways, after a little while in constant springtime, one stops enjoying it as much. That day I was watching something on TV, search for the Red Gyarados I believe. When it got done, I ambled downstairs, where my mom told me that my friend, Maxy, was waiting. I went over to the house, and opened the door to walk inside when BAM! I honestly didn't mind it. Maxy ran into me all the time, and I'd just learned to live with it. He yelled something about 1 million and raced back into the house. I tenatively decided to follow him inside, but the moment I do, he ran past me again, screamed something, and ran off... he really needed to stop abusing those awakenings. Following out of boredom, I found him outside of town, where he layed out his grand life plan that he'd made in about the last three minutes. He reflected on the Red Gyarados in a lake far away, and said something about there being something in the local lake, Lake Verity.

Like a rabid three-headed Bidoof, I thought. Verity was only about fifteen yards away, so I figured, why not?

Upon arriving, we saw two lone figures standing at the lake shore, commenting on the lack of change in the lake. After looking a little, I noticed that one was a man in his fifties or sixties, and the other was a girl about my age. They turned around after about a moment, and left the lakefront.

Then, Maxy made an observation that would change my life forever. They had left a briefcase in the grass. Everyone knew about the tall grass, and the Pokemon that lived there. Everyone knew they were vicous beasts, far different than tame Pokemon like my mother's Delcatty. If the stories weren't enough, most people believed this after watching the wounded who had decided to venture into the grass.

I knew Maxy was reckless, but when he proposed to go into the grass to retrieve the case, I knew I was in the presence of a madman. But, then again, we would only be there for a moment. For one reason or another I followed him into the grass. Suprisingly nothing attacked us. For about the first three seconds. I panicked. Honestly, no one can stare down death bravely without having some prior idea it was coming. I stepped back, and tripped over the suitcase. The suitcase. Without thinking I picked it up, and used it as a shield against the oncoming Starly. The Starly hit the lock, shattering it, and caused three pokeballs to fall out. I noticed Maxy bend down and pick one up. To catch something? No, I watched in amazement as he threw it open and a pokemon came out. Not particularly wanting to get pecked to death by a little bird, I followed suit.

And out of that ball, came a little Turtwig. Great. Grass on Flying. Well, no harm in trying.

"Tackle!" I screamed, in despair, praying it knew the attack. Turtiwig jumped up, and mauled the Starly, blowing past its incredibly weak version of the attack. "Again!"

The Starly hit the ground, never to get back up agian.