Pokemon WAR- plans for NO.4: Tentacruel Blues Douglas Adlevice put the lever in “hover” and grabbed his parachute. Lt. Colonel Tibbes had already begun his victory speech. “Show no mercy!” said Tibbes. “I want to see that blue squid thing dead before 0800 hours! Adlevice looked out the sliding door of the Chinook. They were hovering above a huge tentacruel that was heading for a city on the coastline. Meager militia troops lead by an ugly lady were lining up preparing to gun down the tentecruel. Then, Tibbes gave the order. Troopers vaulted out of the Chinooks, parachutes flying. Once landed, the troopers cut free of their parachutes and began firing rounds at the tentacruel and its tentacool minions. Ash was pushed out of a Chinook, not willing to jump. He looked back to see General Suicune waving down at him. Landing besides an abandoned sandbag trench full of militia corpses, Ash immediately built a sandbag prop to put his machine gun tripod on. “You eatin buildings, big fish? WELL EAT THIS!” screamed ash as the machine gun fired round after round into the tentacruel’s side. The tentacruel stomped his foot and a big tidal wave started up. Ash didn’t notice this until a sergeant ran past, screaming “TIDAL WAVE!!” ash then turned on his heels and ran. And it came down like never before. Ash regained consciousness on the edge of the ocean, with gentle waves lapping at his feet. The tentacruel was behind him, tearing off the top of a radio antenna and sword fighting with a commando. ‘It’s so peaceful here’ thought ash, lying in the sand. Behind him, acid rain had begun due to tentacrule’s Poison Sting attack hitting a refinery. Air raid sirens blared and a squadron of Team Rocket fighter jets machine gunned World Republic Troopers as they ran for cover. “43-50! We got a 43-50!” Pierre Von Dak screamed into his radio, firing his .45 caliber Glock at the fighter jets as they soared overhead. A small, tactical nuclear missile with a stupid face and the word DOOKY on it was dropped from a M-56 Hellhound Bomber. Ash didn’t care. He was sitting by the beach. “La la la, tiny waves” sang Ash. He was so happy; he didn’t notice Jessie and James sneaking up behind him with a frying pan and potato sack. TO BE CONTINUED