Welcome/Welcome back, you crazy diamonds!

[spiritcrystal]

[An island! This is most certainly not where everyone was just a few moments ago. ...Alright, maybe some of you were on an island. Don't get cheeky.

At everyone's feet is a small note. It gives no description of their location or explanation, of course; it only says one simple thing.

Please choose one.

The note comes along with three Pokéballs with different "starter" Pokémon in them- the three Pokémon can be anything, from a Froakie, Charmander, and Treecko to a Rattata, Patrat, and Bidoof if you're particularly unlucky- and everything in between. If it's not a legendary Pokémon, it's fair game.

Of course, you can only pick one! Trying to go for a second will leave you thinking that you better not get too greedy. If you're one of those types that wouldn't care either way, the other two Pokéballs will simply disappear.

Now go forth, and into a world of Pokémon!]

Comments

[feistytrader]

...A lot.

[What elephant

oh do you mean that donphan

wow donphan a real donphan that sure is a cool ground type--]

[mischiefbreeder]

Care to name some of it?

[feistytrader]

I've got wings, for starters.

[mischiefbreeder]

...Say what.

[feistytrader]

You know, wings. [He flaps his hands for emphasis. Those things some pokemon use to fly? Yeah, those.]

[mischiefbreeder]

...Wings. [He says this very deadpan, in a sort of "are you kidding me" tone.]

[feistytrader]

They match my eyes, too. It's pretty cool. [Does he look like he's joking, Gold?]

[mischiefbreeder]

So... what? You're dead? You're an angel?

[feistytrader]

What? No. I haven't died yet.

[Miraculously.]

I was in some weird place called Luceti. Other world, dimension, or universe. Couldn't tell you which. There were a bunch of people from different worlds there and most of them didn't have a clue what a Pokémon was.

[mischiefbreeder]

Sounds awful. [Not even touching that "yet" thing.]

[feistytrader]

You get used to it. [But yes, it was awful.]

[mischiefbreeder]

So where are these so-called wings of yours, then?

[feistytrader]

[...He looks to the left!

He looks to the right.

...Alright, coast's clear. He pulls off of his jacket (full of napping Joltik) and stretches his wings out. Man, they still have a few of those dumb baby feathers...]

[mischiefbreeder]

Hmm...

[Don't mind him. He's just going to examine your backside at every angle, carefully eyeballing every intricate detail of those wings.]

[feistytrader]

[It's a little uncomfortable to be scrutinized, but he gets it. He even flutters them a little to drive the point home.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Aaaaaand time to give them a poke now.]

[feistytrader]

[...Huh. They aren't as sensitive as they used to be. Still kind of sensitive, but...

...It's still weird to have Gold poking at them, so he tries to brush his hand off.] Don't do that.

[mischiefbreeder]

Why? [Aaaaaand poke. This time at a different angle!]

[feistytrader]

[He pushes his wing back in an attempt to discourage more poking this time. He also turns around.]

They're sensitive.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Wow, they really are real. That's shocking. What a messed up place you've been in, Silver...

But there is a far more pressing matter to Gold.]

You still have baby feathers.

[feistytrader]

Thanks. I didn't notice.

[mischiefbreeder]

[This is the funniest thing in the world to him right now. And that is why he is laughing at it.]