The saga continues! BlackLightAttack's LeafGreen Nuzlocke run! Update #4! Update #1 Update #2 Update #3 In this episode: Things happen! Including, but not limited to: New Team Members! Viridian Forest! Character Exposition! Comedy in a Loose Sense of the Term! Hide (Move your mouse to the hide area to reveal the content) Show Hide Hide Hide The three of us continued on the short path of Route 1. "So where are we going that's north?" asked Pratchett. I facepalmed. "Not this again." "What? What did I say?" "We've been discussing the same thing," Bradbury explained. "The boss has amnesia. He doesn't know where he's from or who he is, and the only reason he picked us up is to defend himself from other wild pokemon while he finds out. Right, boss?" I avoided his glance guiltily. "Yeah. That's pretty much it." Bradbury scratched his head and looked disappointedly at the ground. "I thought so." "But you guys are pretty cool though!" I filled in quickly. "I'm enjoying myself, you're not just like, means to an end or anything." Bradbury didn't seem convinced. "Right." Pratchett cleared his throat. "What's that sign say?" "Viridian City" I replied. "We're not going to be staying here long." We stopped quickly in the store to shoplift some more lemonades, more out of spite than thirst. The same store clerk from before was completely oblivious, apparently too preoccupied drenching his cash register with a Squirtle-shaped watering can to notice us. Bradbury looked worriedly at his vacant, slack-jawed stare as we left the store. We moved hurriedly through town, avoiding eye contact with any residents. Pratchett opened his mouth to ask questions a few times, but each time was quickly shushed by Bradbury. We'd almost made it out of the other end of town when a frail old man sprung from the bushes along the trail with a bafflingly nimble leap and grabbed a hold of my wrist. "C'MERE, SONNY BEH, I GOTSTA SHOU YER HOW TER CATCH'EM'ALLS POKERMANS!!" I couldn't think of anything witty to say, so instead I said, "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" and kicked him in the chest in a blind panic. We heard a gross crunching sound as he fell over and what I assume was his hip shattered. I paused for a moment to see if he was now intent on pressing charges, but I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or more terrified when he just stared blankly into the sky and produced a worn Pokeball from the fanny pack slung across his waist. "AHA! WER SPOTTED A WEEBLES! POKERMANSBALL, GO!" he tossed the ball straight up into the air, and it hung for a second before gravity took hold and sent it crashing back into his face, audibly knocking out a few false teeth. "Run," I said to my petrified companions. "Just run." I held onto my hat as we scampered as fast as we could toward the sign that read "VIRIDIAN FOREST." Behind us, I could hear the old man, still laying rigid on his back, say, "N' DAT'S HOW YER CATCH'UM'POKERMANS!"