Post by kidchaos on Feb 4, 2009 20:02:11 GMT -5
"Dad, I wan to be a trainer." These words rang through my head, reminding me of how this started. I was pounding on the road, well on the way to pewter city. Four Pokeballs hung off of my belt, three of them empty. the last one held my ace in the hole. With it I was going to beat Brock. With a little training of course. I looked up and saw tall buildings in the distance. After a few days on the road, a nice, hot shower and a comfy, soft bed would be welcome. The prospect of a cooked meal made me salivate as I walked a little faster towards the settlement.