Clippermurray

I'm in yellow server too, was at Lilycove 5 minutes ago. Lulung was there but when I spoke to him I got a "System: Failed to talk to NPC (2)" or something along those lines. My character froze after that, but I could still use chat, bag, etc, so I relogged but it kept happening. Server username Clippermurray.

"Stupid Spring rains," shouted the trainer as he dashed down the route, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He rounded a corner and saw a beacon of light; the safe refuge of a Pokemon Centre was just what he needed. He burst through the doors and was greeted by an empty lobby in low light. The rundown lobby was drab and colourless, a classic Pokemon Centre in the middle of nowhere. As he dried himself off, a nurse appeared from the back, almost from nowhere, and offered to heal his Pokemon. "Terrible night tonight," she made small talk as she set about her task. "Yeah, the rain just came out of nowhere," the soaked trainer remarked, ogling the nurse while her back was turned. "Not just the weather. It sounds like you've been lucky. There have been many ghost sightings around this area recently," she spoke quietly, returning his Pokemon. "The ghosts are numerous and very powerful." The pair chatted for a while, then the nurse nodded to the door. "The rain appears to be stopping now". The trainer glanced at the door. "You're right, thanks for the ghost warni-" His sentence caught and died in his throat when he looked back at the nurse. Her kindly face was melting off her head and was being replaced by a pair of angry red eyes and a mouth full of jagged teeth that snapped at him. Her body had disappeared, replaced by a small necklace of red orbs. They were fascinating but revolting, and shone alluringly but dripped with evil and hate. He backed away, trying to escape the Pokemon Centre but it was no longer there; in its place a grove of trees surrounded him, almost closing in on him with no route of escape from the madness. The trees stretched far into the sky, almost curving inwards to block the light from the desolate clearing he was trapped in. Shrieking and sobbing filled his ears, emanating from all around him, and he could feel his clothes and hair being tugged by invisible forces, trapping him in place as the original spectre closed in on him. The Misdreavus approached him slowly, savouring the moment. It circled him, laughing and sobbing and he could feel its cold breath dance on his skin. The ghost stopped in front of the terrified trainer, and the Misdreavus stretched its mouth open wide and he could feel the malice and smell the rotten breath and see the endless blackness as it grew oppressive and ever larger and the blackness enveloped his head and he heard the jaw SNAP! He woke up in a panic, but there was nothing to fear. The sun was shining, the grass was dewy and all was well. He slowly got up from the ground and set down the path to the next town. Despite the morning heat, he shivered when he heard a chorus of cheery voices whisper from all around him. "Happy Friday 13th". ----------- 496 words by my count. If I was going to tell this story by a campfire, I'd make sure to shout the word SNAP for added effect. Good luck to everyone :)

Clippermurray, yellow server Tsareena delivering a critical hit, drawn on paper with pencils [MEDIA=imgur]KUrr1VR[/MEDIA]

[MEDIA=imgur]t8vXReU[/MEDIA] -- Ode To Zubat -- The flapping of your wings fill most with dread, whenever they hear you screeching ahead, an annoyance, a pain, just a common pest, but little do they know, that you are the best. Like most good things, you needed lots of work, to coax the champion from where you lurk, you were once used to the darkness of a cave, but it was nothing compared to the love i gave. I pushed and I prodded and soon you were changed, your wings elongated, your features rearranged, a mere Zubat no longer, Crobat renewed, your power, my love, both fully imbued. Grass types cower, Fighting tremble with fear, as soon as they see you come into the air, you strike them quickly, too fast to see, they fall down fainted, the win goes to we. The battle is over, you did it, we won, the enemy defeated, the job has been done. You've flown straight and true, an arrow, a dart, infiltrated right to the center of my heart.