- Opening Prologue I know what you are thinking, you think "hey, great a pokemon story about how to succeed in capturing the little monsters". But with that statement, you would be wrong. You see, becoming a true pokemon trainer involves love, understanding, truth, believing in achieving, you now, that kind of crap. But I'm sure that you've never read about the seething underbelly of the pokemon captures. No, well I'm not going to tell you. Well, okay. I can never refuse a request, involving pokemon. Our, no wait, my story starts inside a dark nighclub where inside is a female comedian is talking about her lastest trip to the grocery shop on how they all talk in a whiny voice. But if we cut across the dark alleyway behind a rocking nighclub you will find a swearing alchoholic rapper whose lyrical content amuses us all. Now these two people well, they get together over a pina colada, and well bada bing bada boom, 10 years later here I am. Since my parents never really gave a flying pidgey about me, or what I did. I chose the life of crime. And I'm keeping a look out for the cops for Tony. You see, I'm in the mob, I live off cocktail weiners and spirits. I can't remember what I did yesterday, let alone last week. But all I'm aware of is, that if the cops come, then I'll be left to fend for myself, and everything will be blamed on me. But only till I get a higher ranking. Suddenly the wind whips past me, and worst of all I can hear sirens, it's the cops. I run to alert Tony but I trip. Oh crap! man this is bad. If I get caught, they'll find my truckload of stolen calendars (that I sell only at fair, but cheap prices) not to mention the nike sports collection of shoes, shirts and ect. Worst of all, Tony's stuff that I can't mention cause' it's authorised information. I look around to see the piece of garbage that has cost me my life's work, and oh great. It's one of those stupid pathetic worthless (and I mean worthless, I've tried to sell em') pokemon. It's one of those damn grimers. Geeze! If they were'nt so putrid and odour infested, I'd of kicked that piece of shit into the wall and legged it as fast as possible. But there was no time to be angry, even though there nearly always is. written by silver saffire *You like it? send me an e-mail @ silver_saffire@hotmail.com *Even better, you don't like it send me an e-mail @ silver_saffire@hotmail.com