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rocketralph) wrote2013-03-20 09:32 pm
rocketralph) wrote2013-03-20 09:32 pm
Level 2 [video] [Action for Goldenrod]
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--nd theeere we go. HA! All it took was a little ingenuity.
[The feed reveals a triumphant Ralph with an ink pen clenched in his fingertips. The perfect stylus. Besides...y'know. The one that originally came with the thing. His Sandshrew, Bossy, is once again perched on the man's broad shoulders and doesn't look nearly as enthralled with this accomplishment. Behind them is a busy Goldenrod street.]
No more pushin' the wrong buttons for this guy! I think that pizza place was gettin' real sick of me. Now if only they didn't break so easy. Anybody else notice that?
[As noon turns into afternoon, Ralph can be found sitting on a bench near the Goldenrod Game Corner with a stricken look on his face. One hand clutching at his hair, the other almost cradling the tiny poke'gear, he can be heard muttering to himself.]
Get ahold of yourself, Ralph. You didn't know. It's not your fault.
[Ever since figuring out he could work his 'gear without fear of BREAKING it via pen, he's been exploring its features in earnest.]
[One of those features happens to be games.]
[As far as he knew, according to what Kimblee told him, they were still inside a game. A huge, BROKEN game, but a game all the same.]
[And as if games within games wasn't hard ENOUGH to swallow, the pen in his hand reminded him just how many of these delicate little machines he'd mercilessly smashed.]
--nd theeere we go. HA! All it took was a little ingenuity.
[The feed reveals a triumphant Ralph with an ink pen clenched in his fingertips. The perfect stylus. Besides...y'know. The one that originally came with the thing. His Sandshrew, Bossy, is once again perched on the man's broad shoulders and doesn't look nearly as enthralled with this accomplishment. Behind them is a busy Goldenrod street.]
No more pushin' the wrong buttons for this guy! I think that pizza place was gettin' real sick of me. Now if only they didn't break so easy. Anybody else notice that?
[As noon turns into afternoon, Ralph can be found sitting on a bench near the Goldenrod Game Corner with a stricken look on his face. One hand clutching at his hair, the other almost cradling the tiny poke'gear, he can be heard muttering to himself.]
Get ahold of yourself, Ralph. You didn't know. It's not your fault.
[Ever since figuring out he could work his 'gear without fear of BREAKING it via pen, he's been exploring its features in earnest.]
[One of those features happens to be games.]
[As far as he knew, according to what Kimblee told him, they were still inside a game. A huge, BROKEN game, but a game all the same.]
[And as if games within games wasn't hard ENOUGH to swallow, the pen in his hand reminded him just how many of these delicate little machines he'd mercilessly smashed.]
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I've been here a while, and they keep doing things I've never seen before, so I'd be willing to believe that.
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[no he will never let that go]
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