Thread: KanexAllora Pokemon Role Play (Flame of Life style)

Wes followed suit, sitting down on the same couch as Adele, though made sure to sit distant from her on the other side. He fingered the minimized pokeball in his hand, staring at the screen with great....'anticipation.' He felt the cold chill of his gun against his skin behind him, making it a little more uncomfortable to sit. It suddenly jump cut to a man in tight jeans and a skin tight white shirt. He stood there for a moment, with the most forced grin Wes had EVER seen. His eyes were wide open, as if he had been under the influence of meth. The man just stood there, with the screen now focused on a closeup of his face. He just.... stood there. Wes edged back on the couch a bit. I'm pretty sure this is how most horror films start, Wes commented. HI! the man on the tape boomed, making Wes jolt back even farther. His heart began to race. The audio of the music and voicing were so unbalanced it was literally painful to listen to. He turned the volume down with the remote, so low to the point where the voice sounded normal, yet the music wasn't even noticeable at that point. Honestly, he wasn't going to start complaining about not being able to hear what to him sounded like a mix of Cher's Do you believe in life after love mixed with Beat it by Micheal Jackson. MY NAME IS SAM! His voice still sounded loud, but Wes could only turn the volume so low. IF YOU'RE WATCHING THIS, YOU'RE OFFICIALLY A POKEMON TRAINER! 'Sam' said with great enthusiasm. I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT IT TRULY MEANS TO BE A POKEMON MAAASTER! The last part was echoed, putting emphasis on 'pokemon master.' It jump cut once again, this time showing 'Sam' standing in front of a man in a god damn mudkip outfit. He looked like a pokemon fur suiter who got lost on his way a convention. 'Sam' went on to instruct how to battle and to use the safety rules when engaging with other Pokemon. He threw a plastic ball down at the ground, suddenly with another fur suiter 'magically appearing' in front of him, being a pikachu. 'Sam' spun around on his heel, staring at the camera. It zoomed in on his face, showing his eyes were bloodshot. Always remember to FAP. Wes stared at the screen, as if perhaps mishearing him. ....what? That's right! he yelled, with his voice being slightly less loud for some reason now. Face your opponent, Accept your battle, and Prepare to fight! F.A.P.! Wes let out a heavy sigh, with 'dramatic' music playing as the two 'pokemon' fought it out, flailing their arms around, slapping each other like school children on the playground. The mudkip suddenly fell on one knee, letting out a cry of pain, which sounded like a heavy set man letting out a bear growl. 'Same turned to the screen once again, having it zoomed in on his bloodshot eyes. When you ready to capture a pokemon, thing about CUNT! .... Control your throwing arm, Use an overhand toss, 'Nab that pokemon, then Throw your hands in the air- because you Caaaaught it! YEAH! .... Wes put his hand over his face. This is too painful to watch.... Congratulations! 'Sam' said with a smile. You're now ready to become a POKEMON MASTER! YEEEEEAAAAH! The film began to fade out, leaving Wes sitting there, hand still over his face. I.... I can't even.... just.... he started to shake his head. God damn it all....