wicked_rapture
01-04-2009, 05:02 AM
Here's my first attempt
Feedback, comments, suggestions are all appreciated
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I hate waking up in the morning with an aching neck from sleeping on the bristle patch of foliage. The feeling was nothing new to me. I had been living like this, it was actually more like surviving, for the past couple years - I do not know exactly how long I have lived out here. Away from people and living life on my own….alone.
My life had become so routine, it just became nonsensical to keep track of time. Thinking about it makes me laugh. Why waste time keeping track of time? Even in my pathetic existence I was still able to find humor in oddities. I guess that’s one good thing.
Although I had lived for a mere 22 years, I felt and looked much older. Training had taken a lot out of me both physically and mentally. I had developed wrinkles underneath my eyes from the nights that I would stay up with my pokes training, getting ready to take on the world…those were the days of old. The new lifestyle that I had chosen for myself certainly did little to help me maintain my youth. But hey, I guess it doesn’t matter what you look like when you’re a failed pokemon trainer does it? Perhaps I should start at the beginning…
Battling was everything to me. Getting a chance to square-off against another trainer was a feeling like no other. I must have gotten an adrenaline rush every single time. But the most pleasurable feeling was knocking out the opponents last pokemon and having the satisfaction of victory. Knowing that all the time invested in breeding and training finally paid off. Not to mention the fact that I was a natural born competitor and wanted to win in everything I participated in. It may have been because of my competitive nature that I excelled as a trainer. I did not want to feel the pain of losing at the hands of another trainer, so I did everything I could in an attempt to ensure my victories.
The time and dedication I had invested in my pokes had alone won me several battles. After winning several battles, I had concluded that the next step was to battle the gyms of my region. The gyms were just another obstacle that I had to face in order to achieve greatness.
Defeating all the gyms was not as difficult as many trainers make it out to be. Of course there were a couple gym leaders who gave me trouble. I did not expect any less from these battle-tested trainers. But losing to a trainer who is restricted to one, maybe two, types of pokemon just did not sit well with me. And just as I had done before, I defeated all of the gym leaders who had stood in my way.
Call it stubbornness, call it egoistical, call it whatever you want. Nothing was ever going to change me or the way I think. In retrospect, my attitude towards battling and pokemon in general had been a large part of my success…and eventually my downfall.
Feedback, comments, suggestions are all appreciated
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I hate waking up in the morning with an aching neck from sleeping on the bristle patch of foliage. The feeling was nothing new to me. I had been living like this, it was actually more like surviving, for the past couple years - I do not know exactly how long I have lived out here. Away from people and living life on my own….alone.
My life had become so routine, it just became nonsensical to keep track of time. Thinking about it makes me laugh. Why waste time keeping track of time? Even in my pathetic existence I was still able to find humor in oddities. I guess that’s one good thing.
Although I had lived for a mere 22 years, I felt and looked much older. Training had taken a lot out of me both physically and mentally. I had developed wrinkles underneath my eyes from the nights that I would stay up with my pokes training, getting ready to take on the world…those were the days of old. The new lifestyle that I had chosen for myself certainly did little to help me maintain my youth. But hey, I guess it doesn’t matter what you look like when you’re a failed pokemon trainer does it? Perhaps I should start at the beginning…
Battling was everything to me. Getting a chance to square-off against another trainer was a feeling like no other. I must have gotten an adrenaline rush every single time. But the most pleasurable feeling was knocking out the opponents last pokemon and having the satisfaction of victory. Knowing that all the time invested in breeding and training finally paid off. Not to mention the fact that I was a natural born competitor and wanted to win in everything I participated in. It may have been because of my competitive nature that I excelled as a trainer. I did not want to feel the pain of losing at the hands of another trainer, so I did everything I could in an attempt to ensure my victories.
The time and dedication I had invested in my pokes had alone won me several battles. After winning several battles, I had concluded that the next step was to battle the gyms of my region. The gyms were just another obstacle that I had to face in order to achieve greatness.
Defeating all the gyms was not as difficult as many trainers make it out to be. Of course there were a couple gym leaders who gave me trouble. I did not expect any less from these battle-tested trainers. But losing to a trainer who is restricted to one, maybe two, types of pokemon just did not sit well with me. And just as I had done before, I defeated all of the gym leaders who had stood in my way.
Call it stubbornness, call it egoistical, call it whatever you want. Nothing was ever going to change me or the way I think. In retrospect, my attitude towards battling and pokemon in general had been a large part of my success…and eventually my downfall.