Hey everybody, I'm chaos. You may know me from such popular websites as www.serebii.net and www.shining-milokaross.co.uk. Recently, I got hungry. Yes, yes, I know you are thinking "but chaos, you're not fat. You probably NEVER get hungry" let me assure you that sometimes even muscular men as myself get tempted by food. Since I didn't feel like cooking anything, I decided to head to White Castle. I alerted #smogon of this and this was the response I got: <+Sanders> get me 2 sandwiches of any kind <@skarm> I want a warstory from your trip Well well, skarm! Here is a grandiose war story of my trip to White Castle. -------------------------------------- I could hear the rumbling. It was a low, growling rumble- one commonly heard in large beasts such as Godzilla and Steelicks. Dismissing both fictional creatures from my head, I deduced that the only rational explanation to the rumbling was my pokemon Suzuki, a Level 80 Dragonite. Searching through the house, I could find nothing quick to make. The rumble got louder, and louder. Shit! Why was the sink full! There was no possible way I could prepare dinner for my Pokemon, who was rumbling louder and louder every moment. NO TIME FOR FASHION SENSE NOW! I slipped the sandals over my socked feet and stumbled out the door to attend to my Pokemon. There it was, rumbling like the disgusting beached whale Steelicks. I tried to calm it, but it snapped back at me. There was no time to spare, I decided I needed to get it to a PokeCenter as quick as possible. There was no way to walk it over there, so I figured I needed to pilot my Dragonite. I assumed the reins of the Pokemon and flew as quickly as I could. Nobody said this journey was going to be free of obstacles, though. STOP? There was no way I could stop now. My Pokemon was in danger of dying. I ignored the misplaced sign and sped downtown to the local Pokemon center. Oh god! It seems like Team Rocket got to the PokeCenter first. I parked my Dragonite near the back and scouted out the area. What was that vehicle? It was beyond clear that Team Rocket was holding this PokeCenter hostage now. Those monsters, how are our Pokemon going to be fed? I creeped around the vicinity, trying to find an entrance they weren't guarding. Shit. There was James in clear view, watching the door. Thankfully, Jesse showed up naked around the back, screaming "OH GOD! ARBOK IS STUCK! ARBOK IS STUCK!" I watched James try to remove the erect Arbok from Jesse's hoohah and realized that this was the perfect opportunity to sneak in. Thank god Nurse Joy was alright. I placed a to-go order of delicious PokeBlocks and she quickly whipped it up, throwing it in a convenient White Castle sack so Team Rocket wouldn't know it was Pokemon food. Delicious PokeBlocks. FUCK! TEAM ROCKET SPOTTED ME! I was worried until I remembered that I am the administrator, and I swiftly banned him. And then Sanders. My Dragonite feasts on the food. ^___^ This depresses me. Look at all the lonely Pokemon out there with no trainers and no food. Please, adopt a Pokemon. I know you guys are lonely out there, you know with no life or girlfriend and all. Adopt a Pokemon, please.