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 >There will be no more bonus stories BUT...
 >I do have something planned for tomorrow. Unrelated to the story but regardless, stay tuned!
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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9A4W7RLXak
 
 What is supposed to be a normal blank, black screen soon fades into a white one, which in gains a smooth drawing to accompany it. But a little tampering results in the drawing looking nothing like a balding, fat, old man who speaks like he has syrup in his mouth.
 
 This drawing, which is say, one drawn out of eight or nine swift brush movements, resembles a black-colored bird with a pompous beak, a fez hat, and a rather loud tone of voice at that.
 
 The drawing is then accompanied by a clever title that can only be thought by the most retarded the regional branch of retards within the tri-state area that he resides in.
 
 >ALFRED HONCHKROW PRESENTS
 
 The title fades out after the audience is given enough time to acknowledge that their absolute most-favorite program is about to air once more. Their rejoice is increased as a shadow walks into plain view.
 
 The bird stands exactly where the drawing is positioned.
 
 "Good evening."
 
 Sir Raven sits in the only ever chair he ever sits in, wings clasped together, burning fire raging behind him within his fireplace.
 
 The camera zooms out to reveal that Sir Raven is in the middle of a sticky situation, as it appears a man is attempting to rob him of all his belongings, which is further proven when he aims a gun to the bird's head.
 
 Sir Raven however, manages to keep his blank yet humble expression on, a daring contrast from his usual loud persona. Perhaps it's just because he's on national television, who can say really?
 
 "Fear not, audience. This man means little to no harm, he has just explained to me in a polite manner , with a generous smile I might add, that he requires, oh say, a "small" fee of dollars to get back up on his feet. Apparently because of his economic concerns, that suddenly rationalizes this heinous crime. Furthermore, I am expected to believe such a thing and not question it. Because I have yet to fall for his deviant tricks, I have been subjected to this cruel man's tricks unless I pay him the money he "deserves"."
 
 Sir Raven turns to the criminal in the ski mask, who clearly has the shape of a Scrafty. The Scrafty in question turns to the camera, a cheesy grin on his face. It is here that the audience can see he has a few gold teeth in his mouth. He nods to confirm what the bird has said, and then goes back to holding him hostage in front of the audience.
 
 "However, as malevolent as this scenario is, I can tell you that it is quite ironic to today's story. A man who believes he has nothing when he blatantly does have some source of wealth, whether physical or not, goes to all lengths to obtain what he believes he rightfully deserves, when in actuality he has no right to the commoner's prize."
 
 Sir Raven crosses his legs, "Tonight's story brings you a similar tale, except drawn out in a way that doesn't make you question my fate, as I am not in it at all. Rather, today's story stars a man who has lived his entire life in puddle of misery, desperately living out his days in the modern world, searching for some way to escape, some way, any way."
 
 The bird continues even as the Scrafty cocks the gun, "It is a story laced with woe, drama, and a bit of sappy romance. A story entitled, 'A Summer's Rendezvous'".
 
 Sir Raven turns back to his captor, who is still present, intentions having not phased, "Now if you ladies and gentlemen will excuse me, I have an execution to attend to."
 
 The screen fades out, our friend is left to an unknown fate.
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 >A Summer's Rendezvous
 >Filmed, produced, and directed by no one. Written by you at a cost of nothing.
 >As produced in technicolor, for your liking, and your liking alone.
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8iipjZIAMU
 >About ten or so years later, maybe throw in another five for good measure.
 
 The storm is loud and heavy, lately it never stops. It's so odd too, it's the middle of June yet the storms aren't showing any signs of ending anytime soon, a bad, bad sign for someone like you.
 
 Normally you aren't too bothered by water, but things have been getting too excessive that it's just not in your best interests right now.
 
 Drunk out of your mind like no tomorrow, you promptly exit the bar, vision blurry, headache wailing in your mind, staggering because you no longer have any sense of direction.
 
 The rain does nothing to help you.
 
 You bid the pubtender goodbye, ever since you've become of age, you've started to go to that bar more and more often to drown your sorrows in. And not just in Moo Moo Milk either.
 
 With a hiccup, you almost trip but you catch yourself before you can. You can barely keep your eyes open, bloodshot to hell and back, you can't even stand up straight for fuck's sake.
 
 Your arms are like noodles, and your legs fare no better. Your breath smells of pungent alcohol, and your hair is being pelted by the rain as the seconds tick by.
 
 You stagger out into the alley, where there are two different paths. One gets you home, one doesn't. Your head is hurting, you can't remember anything amongst your dizziness.
 
 "Ugh....which...which way is home?"
 
 >Which path do you take?
 A) Go left.
 B) Go right.
 
 "God almighty fuck..." your vision still blurry as all hell, you look down both pathways. One heads deeper into the alley unknown, a part which you have yet to go down even once in your life, and the other, the other heads home.
 
 You don't want to go back, but you have no where else to go, it's 3AM, or something...
 
 Left.
 
 Right.
 
 Left.
 
 Right.
 
 Leftrightleftrightleftright.
 
 Your stomach begins acting up, and it is at that point that you decide that you should stop trying to think so much and start walking already. With any luck, the rain will stop during the walk home.
 
 You hack a few times, before deciding to head left..
 
 >The next day. . .
 
 You honestly don't remember what happened after that. You went down the left path, threw up a few times, watched the mixture of drinks and bar food get washed away into the street drains, and shivered as you staggered down the roads, absolutely no idea where the hell you were going.
 
 Yet somehow by some odd stroke of luck, you made it home, and now here you are.
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WreJGBEF5iA
 
 "AUUUGH.....God dammit, my head...It never stops hurting these days..." sitting up, you look around your room.
 
 Aside from the bed, everything's neat and tidy.
 
 That's when it hits you.
 
 She's not in bed.
 
 "....Did she get up already?" you ask yourself. You get up out of bed, your body odor as putrid as it was last night.
 
 A) Look out the window.
 B) Go to the door.
 C) What time is it? Check the 'ol clocker.
 D) Do you still have that number? Check your jacket.
 
 You wipe your eyes with your shirt, before hacking into it on accident. Jesus, you REALLY had a doozy last night. Nevermind the fact that you can't even really remember what happened.
 
 Wait...except for that one thing... That was....something you'll get to later.
 
 Might as well get the usual out of the way.
 
 You are Nate Naterson, a man in his late twenties, who is vaguely the boy he was a decade or so ago. You're now a washed up, drunken, pile of misery that barely holds any connections to the people you used to know long ago.
 
 Where the hell did it all go wrong again?
 
 Well, look at the facts. You're unemployed, you get wasted every night, you have no steady income aside from that "one thing" you do at the bar every night, and your only real friends are your Pokemon.
 
 A lot of them rarely ever get any spotlight nowadays.
 
 She tends to wonder where the money comes from, you're kinda hush-hush about it.
 
 It's extremely early, or at least you presume it is. Who cares about the time? It's the morning and that's all that matters. You stagger out to the window, and open the curtains.
 
 Castelia City.
 
 The cars are beeping, the people are shouting, birds are infrequently chirping, this is now your life every day and night. And boy, do those horns really make your head cry.
 
 You look down at the conversation below.
 
 "HEY MARTY! SOME 'OL COPPAH THREW UP ALL HIS ROOCKASACKS ON ME APPLES, EH?!"
 
 "SOUNDS MIGHTY TRUBBLISH, JOHNSON, I SAY YA BEAT THE DRUNKARD WHO DECIDED TO TAKE A DUMPARY-DOO ON 'YAH FAIR APPLES THEN, EH?"
 
 "INDUBITABLY."
 
 You shiver before closing the curtains. You should try to lay low today, maybe just take a short park walk instead of going all over town, better than staying at the apartment.
 
 It's then that you're reminded of the number.
 
 You walk with a stumble to your jacket, which sits at the foot of your bed, "God, hope I didn't lose it.."
 
 You didn't.
 
 You retrieve the small slip of paper from your jacket pocket. Apparently you didn't screw it up with whoever you met last night, and they were willing enough to give you their number too.
 
 Nice. First catch in a while. In hindsight, you'd look like a horrible person for picking up people while in a mostly-steady marriage, but y'know....it's not like the misses has to know, right? She already gives you enough problems as it is. Not as sweet as she was in her youth.
 
 >My #: (181)-519-14218
 >~Looking for a good time? Call me! Ciao! <3 XOXOXOXOXOXO - Bitches & Big Macs~
 >PS: Pls leave message if I'm not @ phone!
 
 Nice. You didn't lose it! Pretty odd that the phone number is one digit too long, you're having second doubts all of a sudden. Whoever it was wouldn't trick you, right?
 
 You walk out your room.
 
 A) Check up on "him" in his room.
 B) Get washed up in the bathroom.
 C) Go downstairs to greet her, is she mad?
 D) Call the number.
 
 You look, smell, taste, and feel like shit.
 
 Obviously what you need to do first and foremost before having ANY interaction is a bit of cleaning up to the old cranny, some chicken soup for the soul to warm you up.
 
 You walk into the bathroom to shower, and hopefully wash off all that muggy, musty cologne that lingers around your abdomen.
 
 >10% CHARISMA GET!
 >50% HYGIENE GET!
 >You will now do marginally better in scenarios regarding character interaction.
 
 After the shower, you yawn, nothing like a good few tons of water splashing on your face to get those inner Klinks going.
 
 Looks like now you can't avoid anything any further. Time to consult the sad sack of beings you share this apartment with..
 
 A) Check up on "him" in his room.
 B) Go downstairs to greet her, is she mad?
 C) Call the number.
 
 >10% HYGIENE GET!
 
 After brushing your teeth because you somehow almost forgot to do that, you go down the hallway.
 
 Curious, you take a peek into his room.
 
 He's doing what he always does, on the computer, blank expression, wishing he wasn't here and you weren't the worst person in the world.
 
 "Dammit.." you mumble. You decide not to talk to him, as that would only make the situation worse. You then sigh, that fucking twig guy, why is he so hard to understand?
 
 He's just going to waste another day with his eyes on the screen and nobody physical there for him to talk to. You roll your eyes, already wishing he would just get up and leave.
 
 You head downstairs, where the smell of fresh breakfast gets to you.
 
 Normally her hair would be down these days, but in the mornings it's usually up in a bun to keep all that hair from getting into her cooking. Things have slowed down, no more supernatural shit to deal with, life is boring these days.
 
 She's most likely pissed at you. She gave you a curfew (and another chance) and like always, you missed it. What now, tough guy? You have to face her again like you do every morning.
 
 She's at the stove, working up those womanly charms.
 
 She doesn't know you're nearby yet.
 
 >Nice going drunkard, you missed another curfew. That makes another one for a total of five fuck-ups, one for each weekday.
 >How do you apologize this time? What do you do/say?
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZgx997HjqE
 
 Before working up the old charms, you check your privilege. Hair's wet and down, but it's fine as always. Skin is fresh and soft like a baby's ass.
 
 You breath on your hand, then whiff it, just making sure that your breath isn't total ass like it was about a half-hour ago. Hopefully shower water and Listerine did the trick.
 
 Yeah, you're one of those autistic fucks who stands under the shower and drinks the water till the 'ol mouth's filled up, only to dump it all out over your body.
 
 God, you wish you were a kid again. What happened to those days? Where'd the time go? You didn't expect growing up to be so hard, why does adulthood just love kicking you in the ass? It's no different from adolescence but the kicks are certainly fucking harder.
 
 You check your head for your visor, only to find that it's not there.
 
 Right...you sold it to some lucky gyp to make a few cash on the side. Another downside, but at least you got a quick and profitable buck out of it.
 
 You walk up to her, hug her from behind, and nuzzle your face into her neck. Maybe you still have those delicious charms or whatever, "Heeeey..~" you try to say innocently, but it only comes out as an awkward, deep croak. You don't have that cute boy voice anymore.
 
 She doesn't say anything.
 
 "U-Uh, mornin' beautiful, heh...."
 
 Your eyes notice the scowl on her face.
 
 "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I got caught in a rut at the bar, BUT, before you get angry, I stayed a few extra hours late to make some cash off of you-know-who. Since y'know, people love quality music nowadays. And okay, so maybe I did get a little woozy, but HONEST I was offered it! I couldn't say no, and so...maybe I was late and missed dinner, but this was for the financial better! I helped us and.....Look, I just didn't think my life would end up this way. Forgive me?"
 
 >BAM!
 
 Without warning, without hesitation.
 
 She slaps you.
 
 Ouch. Looks like she didn't buy it..
 
 >What do you say next?
 
 "Welp. I guess I deserved that slap to the cheek meat." it really doesn't seem like the jokey act is doing you any favors.
 
 "You deserve that and more." she says with an irritated tone.
 
 "Why are you so mad anyways? I promise to get a real job when I can but right now we're kinda on the rocks, you don't work either you know. Well, I mean you used to but not anymore. What'd he say to us again? Thatyouugottooold?"
 
 >BAM!
 
 "Okay, I deserve that too."
 
 She puts the spatula down, "It's not that I'm mad more than I'm frustrated. You always keep making these promises that you never keep, you're out late every night, you're never here for dinner, we never go out, you never spend time for me OR him. Nate, he's been here only a few months and it's already like hell to him."
 
 "How do you know that?"
 
 "He told me because I talk to him. You don't, you never do, and he barely even knows what your voice sounds like. I'm the only reason why he hasn't asked to go back."
 
 "Because he isn't normal! He doesn't go outside, he has no friends, all he does is just sit in front of the monitor all day. When we were kids we were outside all the time!"
 
 "That's irrelevant. He doesn't know anybody because he hasn't been here long, if he doesn't even know you, what's going to give him the incentive to know anybody else?"
 
 Ugh, nag, nag, nag, more nagging..
 
 >Alright, so she brought up some "points". What do you say next?
 
 "Alright, alright, I'll go talk to him. Okay? Does that make you feel a bit better?"
 
 She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the pancakes on the stove, "It's a start."
 
 "Alright!" With a hopeful smile, you head back upstairs.
 
 Yancy shakes her head as she watches you ascend the steps.
 
 As you ascend the steps, you're about to enter his room when you are reminded of something.
 
 "Oh!"
 
 The slip of paper in your pocket from earlier! The nice chap (or chapette?) from the bar gave it to you, but god help you if you can remember who it was. You can't even remember if it was a guy or a gal.
 
 Well, any time other than this is a good time right about now. Your eyes dart over to the hallway phone.
 
 A) Go to his room for a chat.
 B) Call the number. What's-his-face is far beyond your help, this person could actually help you.
 
 As soon as the results are in, you check them, only to be disappointed with the landslide results.
 
 "Really? Really?" you stare at the reader.
 
 "You guys are making me do this, seriously?"
 
 You sigh, there's just something off about that boy. He's skinny, about your age all those years ago, you have NEVER seen him eat a morsel, he's on the computer all the time doing who knows what, and he only seems to ever connect with Yancy.
 
 To be fair, Yancy's always wanted a child of her own, and was devastated to learn alongside you a few years back that she is unable to have children.
 
 Why did you and her have to adopt one of the world's most boring-est (Is that a word?) kids ever?
 
 He doesn't eve like Pokemon. Kids today, they don't like the very beings that made your life meaningful way back when.
 
 You pinch the bridge of your nose, just outside his door.
 
 >What's your loser son's name? Preferably something serious and not ironic/buzzword/cancer-related
 
 Your son's name is ...is...gee, what was it?
 
 Damn, you're a horrible adopted father. You can't even remember your own son's name, what a travesty.
 
 Oh yeah, it's Clyde! If you wasn't for you playing Pac-Man at the bar last night, you might not have gotten that one.
 
 According to the receptionist at the place you got him from, he was named Clyde by his old parents based on that one reference alone.
 
 Because he's pale as fuck. Y'know? JUST LIKE THE GHOST!
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82ANkjVEpYk
 
 You peep into the room, where you find a grim-looking Clyde on his computer, as pale as ever. Jesus, there is no kid more edgier than this one.
 
 Black hair, shit covers most of his face, and he still manages to keep that sunken expression.
 
 He doesn't notice you come in, or maybe he does, but just doesn't feel like giving you any sort of recognition, which in all honesty is something you can understand.
 
 "Uhh? Hello?"
 
 No response.
 
 "Hey buddy!..." you start out, taking a few steps inside.
 
 "Hello Nate." he mumbles, with a dead tone at that. Damn, he doesn't even call you "Dad", you really are a horrible parent.
 
 He does not look at you for the duration of the conversation, he just continues to surf through imageboards, "Ugh...Don't tell me you're mad too."
 
 No response.
 
 "Okay, so I'm never home enough and I never talk to you. I understand that, but...we're just SOOO different! You don't even like Pokemon! How can you not like them?"
 
 He continues typing on his keyboard, "Why play with Pokemon when I can just simulate them online?" he asks you, seriously you should add.
 
 "Because it's more fun in real-life..?"
 
 "What would you know about fun?"
 
 "I know a lot. Every night at the pub is fun."
 
 "Please enlighten me as to what's so fun about getting drunk off of your ass and going against mother's best wishes just for a quick kiss and a buck?"
 
 Oh fuck. HE KNOWS.
 
 "It's...it's fun when you get older?"
 
 There is a slight pause.
 
 "My old dad drank a lot."
 
 "Really? I'm guessing you got along good with him, right?"
 
 "No. He died. Worst adoptive father I ever had."
 
 "Huh? I thought you were talking about your biolo-"
 
 He scoffs, clicking with the mouse at the same time, "Never knew him. Never knew mom. Been at orphanage forever, been adopted so many times, returned so many times back. I'm just waiting for you to take me back already."
 
 This is seriously the most you've talked to him period.
 
 >What do you say next?
 
 "Hey kid, I was once champion of the Unova Pokemon League. I don't give up so easily"
 
 He finally looks at you, blank expression and all, "Great. Start acting like one."
 
 DAMN. That burned like a motherfucker.
 
 "And apparently, you do give up. You gave up being a champion, which contradicts your earlier statement."
 
 For the first time in a long while (at least to you), he gets out of his spinning chair and does some stretches. It's here that you learn he has the bizarre ability to pull his leg up over to his abdomen and have his left arm touch his left ear.
 
 Weird...
 
 He walks past you without further visual acknowledge, "I'm going to go eat."
 
 "Ugh...." you could really go for some fresh air.
 
 A) AWKWARD FAMILY BREAKFAST TIME
 B) Go outside, go anywhere, go nuts.
 C) Call that number.
 
 >Some moments later
 
 You decide to eat breakfast with your loving family, although it's quite an awkward one.
 
 You say that because no one is talking. Not even Yancy.Usually you and her would talk about tons of stuff but..
 
 Eh....HE'S here so...ugh, things aren't swimming too well.
 
 Eventually it gets so awkward that you have to leave in the middle of it just to get away from ti all.
 
 As soon as you leave back upstairs, you can hear Clyde ask Yancy to pass the syrup.
 
 "Douche.." you mumble.
 
 It is then that you are reminded of the slip of paper you were given yesterday by the mysterious yet alluring patron.
 
 Or at least you think that person is, assuming from the way that paper was scantily written in, with kinky text and whatnot.
 
 You've already soullessly kissed a bunch of other chicks, what the fuck is one more going to do?
 
 You go into your bedroom and dial up the number.
 
 After a few beeps, you're worried. You're worried you may have been tricked out of a one-night-stand of happiness.
 
 "GOD DAMMIT, why the hell did I accept this with an extra digit on it? I'm so dum-"
 
 >"Yo. Not at the phone right now, just go ahead and drop me a message if ya can, k? See ya whenever I get to ya."
 
 It's a man's voice.
 
 You click your tongue, "Figures..."
 
 But it's then that you remember something else.
 
 >PS: Pls leave message if I'm not @ phone!
 
 Great. Now this mystery man wants you to drop him a message. For one it definitely doesn't sound like any man you've ever been acquainted with, you can only wonder who you hooked up with.
 
 >What message do you leave for the mystery man?
 
 "Uh, it's Nate, from the bar last night? I don't remember a goddamn thing, but I found your number in my pocket this morning. So yeah."
 
 You hang up as soon as you leave the message, too embarrassed of what might have happened if he picked up the phone.
 
 Quickly, you text Hugh about the dilemma.
 
 He gives no immediate reply.
 
 Curious about the paper's contents, you turn it around, and that's when you discover something else on it.
 
 A backside.
 
 >I'll be at the park tomorrow if ya wanna meet me ;)~
 
 Oh god. He's going to be at Castelia Park. THIS IS YOUR CHANCE. The one man who might get your life together!
 
 >Meet up with him?
 A) Sure, he might be your key to happiness!...Or a bunch of semen everywhere.
 B) I don't go out with dudes, 2homophobic4me.
 
 "Uh, honey! I'm going to be out for a bit!"
 
 Yancy sighs, Clyde gives no response, "Alright!....Just don't be l-...Nevermind."
 
 You exit your door and make your way out of the apartment lot, appreciating the fresh breath of air.
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-18HdcSACk8
 
 Just for good measure, you stay out of the way of Marty and his fruit stand..
 
 Castelia City is always booming these days, even in the night, afternoon, evening, morning, you name it. There is no time of the day where the city isn't busy as all hell.
 
 However, one problem remains between you and Castelia Park.
 
 It's on the other side of a giant bridge with a river below. See, the city has expanded A LOT in the past, and a river-bridge was what everyone felt was the newest and coolest thing.
 
 "For crying out loud..."
 
 "RELICANTH, GO!" you release the rock-fish into the water, where you making a daring dive to land on top of him.
 
 It's a risky move, but you perfect it just right.
 
 You land on top of Relicanth, and instruct him to ferry you to the other side.
 
 He does so swiftly, and you recall him once you're over there. Good thing things didn't get off to a "rocky" start...right?
 
 Whatever.
 
 Quickly, you make your way to Castelia Park, which has been upgraded from a simple Eevee-infested greenery safe-haven to a giant park at the expense of thousands of dollars.
 
 Oh boy...
 
 >Go where to find your date?
 A) The playground.
 B) The gazebo.
 C) Near the guy selling balloons and ice cream.
 
 You go to the playground, because that's obviously where a gay guy would want to go had he went to the park.
 
 However, once you're there, you make a gruesome sight.
 
 A man is sitting on a bench, twiddling his fingers.
 
 It's Curtis.
 
 Like, seriously, no fucking lie, it's actually Curtis. He's a fucking pansy, HE WAS A FUCKING PANSY THIS WHOLE TIME.
 
 As soon as you see him you're ready to turn the fuck around right then and there.
 
 >You hooked up with Curtis at the bar. What the flying fuck.
 A) Stay you pussy. CONFRONTATION.
 B) NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE NOPE THE FUCK BACK HOME.
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ht16foup4M
 
 The reason you didn't recognize Curtis' voice because it had matured and got deeper.
 
 Hot damn.
 
 Well there's no stopping it now, especially since your legs are already walking you over there.
 
 You sit down. Now, when's the last time you've talked to Curtis anyways? It's been kind of a long while, quite coincidental you meet up with him again at the pub, right?
 
 "Um..Are you Curtis?"
 
 He turns around, "Huh? Oh yeah! How are ya?"
 
 >Reveal your identity?
 A) Skip straight to the homolust. Forget the introduction. Tell him you're his soulmate.
 B) Don't want to ruin your chances, don't mention the homolust at all.
 C) Tell him you're his bro from way back when, but risk scarring his life when he finds out you're the homolust buddy.
 
 You decide to waste no time and just get right on with it, "Curtis, it's me Nate. We met up at a bar yesterday and we hooked up and probably locked lips and stuff."
 
 Curtis is about to drink his soda pop until he hears what you just said.
 
 He pauses, and his eyes turn to you, "I....What."
 
 "Huh? You don't remember?"
 
 Curtis shakes his head, "Uh, no...No I...don't- I mean, I know who YOU are, and to be honest I'm real glad to meet you again Nate but..that last thing you said. Again, uh...what. Last night I was at home all night, man. Think you got yourself a misunderstanding."
 
 "Whaa? But then, who did I talk to...?"
 
 You've made things too awkward. Perhaps it's time to lighten things up and break the ice with a conversation.
 
 >-60% CHARISMA LOSE!
 >What do you ask/talk to Curtis about?
 
 "Huh, well, goofy misunderstandings beside. We haven't met in a long time. Might as well kick the pink Donphan out of the room, how's life? Married yet?"
 
 Curtis twists the cap back on his drink, "Oh! Life's been great, thanks for asking! I'm actually NOT married yet. But I, uh, do have a kid. You?"
 
 So Curtis isn't married? Interesting..
 
 "I am married, to uh, Yancy. We have one adopted kid, and he's kind of a bore honestly."
 
 "Oh, marriage thing sounds great, good for you and all that. But the kid? Not so much, what's his problem?"
 
 "HE'S BORING. That's his problem. He's inside all the time, has no friends, and he'd rather simulate Pokemon online than play with them in real life, it's a real shame."
 
 "Oh, I see what you mean, that's sad. I remember when we all used to like Pokemon, I mean, I still do, what about you?"
 
 "Of course I do. Samurott and I are still partners after all these years, I don't think I could have it any other way."
 
 "Same here. I hope you and Yancy patch things up with him soon."
 
 "Alright, thanks."
 
 A) Ask him what he was doing last night.
 B) Get back to the misses.
 C) Ask about his kid. How'd he have a child if he's single?
 
 "So wait, what's this about a kid? You have one? Boy or girl? What's the situation with that?"
 
 Curtis crosses his legs, "Oh. Well, after I got fired from the station because I was too old, I started a fling with this chick and we kinda hooked but it's rocky right now. She's a girl, and she's over there at the playground actually, brought her here because she wanted to play and y'know, I just can't say no to that smile."
 
 He points you over to a small girl playing around by herself, she has a plush in her hands.
 
 "Riiiiiiiiiight..."
 
 A) Meet Curtis' adorkable little girl.
 B) PEDOPHILIA. Let's get back home.
 C) Ask Curtis if he still has that "something" from long ago.
 
 "Say Curtis, just out of curiosity, do you still have my old bicycle?"
 
 Curtis instantly nods, "Oh yeah! Definitely! You sold it me around the time we last saw each other, yeah, I still keep it around. In fact I actually brought it here with me today!"
 
 You blink, surprised, "W-Wha? Really?"
 
 "Yeah, really! I brought it here for my little pumpkin to ride but she isn't big enough to fit, and if you ask me, my legs are WAY too long and WAY too choked by these skinny jeans to ride. Do you want it back? No charge because you're my bro."
 
 >Take your old bike back?
 A) WE WANT THE ARMSTRONG.
 B) Oh god no. That just brings back horrible daddy memories.
 
 "Actually, yeah, I would take it back! Seriously though, no charge?" you ask to clarify his words.
 
 Curtis nods, "Oh yeah, man, free, I feel like I owe you after y'know, our minor rivalry back when we first met."
 
 Sometimes things just really pay off. Fucking excellent.
 
 "OH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH CURTIS!" suddenly, you give a bromance hug which surprises him at first, but he eventually eases into the bro-hug and returns it.
 
 "No problem, man!" he says with a smile.
 
 >YOUR OLD BICYCLE GET!
 >70% EMOTIONAL GET!
 
 According to Yahoo! Answers, the first step to getting your life back on track is getting back an old item you had as a child and bonding with it as an adult.
 
 First step, accomplished.
 
 A) Meet Curtis' adorkable little girl near the swings.
 B) To the misses!
 C) This calls for a celebration, TO THE PUB!
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJTNJvPDsyM
 
 You decide to meet Curtis' little girl just out of curiosity. You notify him of this, and he watches as you hop off the bench and head over to the sand-littered playground to meet up with her.
 
 The girl couldn't be anymore more than five, a playful smile is on her face as she plays with a plush Snivy. A plush Snivy who apparently goes on adventures to the Kingdom of Swingsets.
 
 Giggles are aloft as you get near her, she's trying to swing, but appears to be having trouble due to her small frame.
 
 "Uh, hi there!" you greet her.
 
 She looks up, and that's when something off strikes you.
 
 She has Curtis' eyes.
 His hair color.
 His nose.
 and....and..
 
 Her hairstyle and face...
 
 Your head begins hurting. Of course this is because you don't know who the hell you're talking about, after all, your childhood was so long ago that you're lucky you even remember Curtis. And the only reason is because of the whole bar fling last night. Hugh and Yancy were the only real people who ever really kept up with you as the years went by.
 
 You had so many flings in your teenage years...who are you talking about?
 
 "Hi mister!~ Wanna play with me?" she asks with a bright smile.
 
 You're at a lost for words, "Uh...um...S-Sure, I guess.."
 
 Still semi-speechless, you sit down on the swing next to her, "W-Woah.." you almost fall off. Given you haven't really been on a swingset in ages.
 
 You look at her again.
 
 She looks...so familiar...
 
 'It can't be...' you think.
 
 >Ask/Say what to Curtis' daughter?
 
 "So who are you, mister-mister?~" she asks. Her little dress...it's so similar to....what's-her-face's...?
 
 "O-Oh, well, I'm Nate, missy. I'm an old friend of your daddy's from long ago. We had a few fights before, but after that we became real good friends. Um, what's your name?"
 
 She giggles, "My names [spoiler]Natalie![/spoiler] Hee hee, but my mommy calls me [spoiler]Nutella[/spoiler] because she says I'm sweet!~"
 
 You can't help but share her giggle, "Pfft, that's cute. So, it looks like you're having fun with your Snivy there."
 
 Natalie nods frantically, "Uh-huh, uh-huh! I wanted a Pokemon just like it after seeing my mommy with her Soup-eereeror but she was like "Nonono Natalie, you are too young!" but I begged and then she got me my own Pokemon!"
 
 She flashes the Snivy plush in your face, too young to know the poor thing isn't an actual Pokemon, "Oh really? That's cute. Your mother, uh, she sounds like a real nice person."
 
 Natalie hugs the plush against her squishy cheeks, "Uh-huh uh-huh! She's real nice to me, and she's real pretty too, I named my Snivy Mr. Snivles because she said that was a good name!"
 
 She flashes the toy again.
 
 Oh god, what is this doing to your heart?
 
 >What do you say next?!
 
 "Oh, well excuse me for asking, but what's your mother's name?"
 
 She looks down at her Snivy doll, fiddling around with it, "Well her name is Rosa, b-but I call her Mommy because she says calling her "Rosa" is baaaaaaaaaaaaad!"
 
 Your eyes snap. That name. That name seems so familiar.
 
 And that also means..
 
 If you got Curtis' phone number from the person at the bar and it WASN'T Curtis, then that means that the person you hooked up with last night this WHOLE time had been...
 
 'OH FUCK!' you think.
 
 You immediately bid the girl goodbye, you run as fast as you can to Curtis.
 
 "CURTIS! CURTIS! CURTIS! Huff...huff.....huff..."
 
 Curtis jumps, "What?! What?! WHAT?!?!" he says, shocked and surprised.
 
 "YOUR GIRL....YOUR LITTLE GIRL...She mentioned, she mentioned a mommy ...You said, I mean... how can she have one when you said you just had a fling..and...and that you're single..and...and not married."
 
 Curtis blinks, "Eh? I never said I -was- single, I said I just had a fling, by which I mean humpity-bump, with an old friend from our childhood after you and I stopped meeting up. We're not married, we're just in a relationship."
 
 Your eyes can't widen any bigger, "WELL SHIT! Quick! Tell me where to find her!"
 
 Curtis gasps, quickly checking his Xtransceiver for the time, "Oh, well she's probably at her shift right now. She works as an office receptionist for Game Freak and she gets out in like three minutes.."
 
 "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!"
 
 You then run to go meet this "Rosa" until you realize that..
 
 You don't have a method of transportation and running would take too long.
 
 Unless...
 
 Your eyes dart over to your bicycle.
 
 "Oh no...No, no no no...NO WAY...NUH UH, NO FUCKING WAY-"
 
 >Five minutes later
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GugsCdLHm-Q
 >BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE!
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE!~
 
 "Come on dad, give me some pointers here.." you say as you look into the sky, legs shakily peddling.
 
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE!
 >I WANT TO RIDE IT WHERE I LIKE!~
 
 You ride your old rusty bike all the way down the streets of Castelia City, passing dozens of cars and people along the way.
 
 >YOU SAY BLACK I SAY WHITE!~
 >YOU SAY BARK I SAY BITE!
 >YOU SAY SHARK I SAY HEY MAN!
 >JAWS WAS NEVER MY SCENE!
 >AND I DON'T LIKE STAR WARS!~
 
 Your hands are nervous, the bike constantly shakes left and right.
 
 >YOU SAY ROLLS I SAY ROYCE
 >YOU SAY GOD GIVE ME A CHOICE
 >YOU SAY LORD I SAY CHRIST
 >I DON'T BELIEVE IN PETER PAN
 >FRANKENSTEIN OR SUPERMAN
 >ALL I WANNA DO IS
 
 "WHY HAVEN'T I CRASHED YET?!"
 
 >BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >BICYCLE.
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE!
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE!~
 
 You finally make it to Game Freak INC, but you don't know how to use the brakes..
 
 Just before you crash, a stray leaf slashes your face.
 
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE!~
 >I WANT TO RIDE MY-
 
 You fade out for a few seconds.
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NRaQ8OC780
 
 When you wake up, you find what possibly may be the most beautiful girl you've ever met, staring right down at you.
 
 "Oh, um, I'm sososososo sorry! A-And I hope this isn't awkward, but my Serperior thought you were going to run me over so he used Leaf Storm, I'M SOSOSOSOSO SORRY! R-Really I am!~"
 
 You look up, your head is hurting, as bad as it was whenever you get hangovers. You look over to her regal grass snake, she too, seems familiar..
 
 While you tell her everything's alright, the girl skips over to her Serperior and criticizes her for her actions, before returning her to her poke ball.
 
 You rub your head from the headache, and the woman assumes that it's from the injury she's given you, "Oh my gosh, I'm just sososososo sorry!"
 
 On instinct, she begins suckling on your cheek to get rid of the blood, an act which surprises you.
 
 She suddenly stops not even two seconds into it though.
 
 She squeals, "AAAAAH! I-uh, I'm so sorry again, I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THAT! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I have a boyfriend, I haven't done that stuff since I was a kid, p-plaese forgive me!" she gets up and begins bowing repeatedly.
 
 You feel your cheek, which is getting hot, "I-uh...it's fine, it's fine.."
 
 You look up at her, she does seem familiar...
 
 And pretty.
 
 And familiar.
 
 >What do you do next?!
 
 "ROSA IS THAT YOU IT'S ME NATE" you shout suddenly.
 
 The girl gives you a blank look until something inside her clicks. She gives you her hand, and you take it.
 
 It feels so soft..
 
 "OH!" she stifles a giggle, "I remember who you are! You're that guy from the bar last night, I gave you my number! Silly me,~ I should have automatically remembered your face!~"
 
 "U-Uh, yeah! I'm the guy from the bar last night, uh, my name is um, yeah, Nate!"
 
 She giggles again at your stuttering behavior, "Well, I'm sorry again, and yes, my name is Rosa!~" the two of you begin walking inside Game Freak after she realizes she's forgotten something at her desk.
 
 "S-So..?" you say, eyes wandering about.
 
 "So? Don't you remember? I gave you my number because you were going on and on about how you were lonely and wanted a friend!"
 
 Oh god, is this what they call the friendzone?
 
 A) Get to that cubicle.
 B) SEE THAT CLOSET OVER THERE? GO IN IT.
 C) Ask her why she suckled on you.
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaKHWyEtnhE
 
 >Announcement to all employees, we will no longer be taking "special snowflake" typings for new generations. Thank you.
 
 The intercom announcement subsides as Rosa realizes the item she had lost may have been picked up by the janitor already, and probably deposited into the lost and found in his closet.
 
 The two of you walk into the janitor's closet so that she may recover said item, but unfortunately, the janitor isn't there. His lost and found box is though.
 
 But that's just the start of the problem, for as soon as the two of you enter the enclosed, slightly cramped room.
 
 The door shuts on itself, activating a secret security lock to trap intruders who may be hoarding lost and found stuff that does not belong to them. The loud bang shocks both you and Rosa.
 
 'OHFUCKOHFUCK' you think over and over.
 
 Rosa runs to the door with a frown, "Oh no, oh no..OH NO! We're locked in, damnsies! Uggggggggh...."
 
 The girl slides to the floor, "Daaaaang...We won't be able to get out for like, another hour or so..."
 
 "Why's that?" you ask.
 
 "Janitor is here, but he's probably cleaning the offices, and when he does that, he listens to music, and when he does that, he's not listening to the PDA that tells him someone gone and got stuck in his closet again!"
 
 Oh god.
 
 Oh god.
 
 You're going to be stuck in here for an hour with her.
 
 OH GOD.
 
 You take a few deep breaths.
 
 Rosa shrugs, and then crosses her legs, "Well, since we're going to be here for a while, we might as well become buddies, right?"
 
 "U-Uh yeah! I mean, please don't mind me for asking, but why did you suck on my face earlier?"
 
 The girl blushes, and begins to fiddle around with her outfit, "O-Oh, um, I-I'm sorry again, t-that's just an old habit from when I was a kid...I was kinda cray-cray..." she says, a giggle accompanied with the end.
 
 That resonates with you for some reason, "Oh really, how 'cray-cray?" you ask.
 
 She laughs again at you keeping up with her, "Kinda murderous crazy. But it was all because I was kinda kooky for this boy, and he wasn't kooky for me, but then he was and then OH MY GOSH he was the cutest little thing! But...but then I had to leave, and we wanted to make things work, but...we just couldn't. And I had to face the hard truth, and, dang...I came back to Unova years later but by then all my craziness kinda subsided and I just became a perky girl with an office job as a kinky receptionist.."
 
 "Oh, I guess I understand that, what is it that you were looking for anyway?"
 
 "OH!~ I'll show you, it's from him in fact!"
 
 Rosa crawls rather cutely to the lost and found box, scavenging it for item beyond item until she recovers a golden locket.
 
 It's shaped like a heart, how tragically cheesy.
 
 "He gave me this after I left, I um, keep it for good luck!~ But oh gosh, I really muddled that one up huh? Aw well, I still like him, but he's probably with some other girl that reeeeally really likes him more these days. Aaah but!~ I'm with a guy too so I think everything just worked itself out then, right?!~"
 
 You nod, "Most likely. I hope he realizes what an idiot he is."
 
 She digs a finger in her cheek, "I gueeeeeeesss...."
 
 >What do you do next?!
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k3uHxJ7mrQ
 
 Something about all this seems vaguely familiar,  BUT OH GOOBER IF YOU CAN REMEMBER~, IT WAS JUST SO LONG AGO~.
 
 She tries to open the locket, but to no avail, "Dang...There was a picture of him in here, but I haven't been able to open it since the very year I got it! Kinda embarrassing... Oh well, the locket itself is good luck enough, right?"
 
 Accepting the fact that you'll be here with her, you slide down next to her. Hands dangerously close to each other. You can feel the spaghetti oozing from your pockets. God DAMN.
 
 "So what about your life?" she asks.
 
 "Aw well, I was a Pokemon trainer-"
 
 "REALLY?! So was I! It was SO fun! But y'know, can't be a kid forever, gotta keep moving forward, and get a job, boyfriend, and family!"
 
 "Oh, well, I'm a married man myself. But um, the misses can't have kids so we adopted... He's kind of a chore to be around though.."
 
 She frowns, "Aww, that's sad.. But, don't worry! You may think you don't have anything, but in reality, you really do, you just don't act like it's worth anything!~" as she explains this concept, she pokes your nose.
 
 "Things will get better, I promise!~" she concludes.
 
 "Oh..well, I guess, if you say so.."
 
 "I KNOW so!~"
 
 The two of you stare at the ceiling, "So what metaphorical stuff do you wanna talk about now?"
 
 >Shift the subject, what sort of "deep", "metaphorical" topics does Nate talk to her about?
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxgtvYxba4s
 
 The subject shifts to the meaning of life, existence, and why the Stratoscape bothers to even hold it all together.
 
 "So Nate, what do you think is the meaning of life?"
 
 "Huh? Oh, well, I, uh...Honestly? I think the meaning of life should be like...Something that gives you purpose, whether it's someTHING, or like, someone. Someone you really care about, who you'd do anything for, who, like, them just being happy alone makes you happy. Like some sort of resonate feeling, uh, I'm sorry if I'm acting dorky.."
 
 Rosa shakes her head, "Oh no no, I get it! I kinda think the same way. Except I also think that sometimes your past can affect your future, like the people you're with, the people you talk to, even the people you love can easily change or predict your future. Whether it be from bad to good, good to bad, heaven to hell, normal to strange, or vice versa. That kind of stuff happened to me whenever I was with him.."
 
 "Oh, I see.. See, I also happen to think that whoever you're with now, doesn't necessarily mean you'll be with them in the future, like things could just, suddenly change, right?"
 
 Rosa nods, "Oh, yeah, I agree!"
 
 Seconds turn into minutes, and afternoon soon turns into night...
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SixKBIWJdzI
 
 By the time the janitor finally opens the door, it's definitely not one hour later, it's more like two. After a brief scolding, the two of you head outside into the night, where city-traffic has slightly slowed, but not by much.
 
 Rosa frowns, "Aww geeeez...My boyfriend's going to kill me when I get home! Haha, wish me luck, Nate!~ Hope he's not tooooo mad, I was just having buddy-fun, is all.."
 
 Your face gets red, "O-Oh, buddy?"
 
 Rosa nods, "Of course silly!~ We're bar-buddies now! Just think, from now on we'll get to tell each other secrets, go places only best bar-buddies will get to go to, and do stuff only best bar-buddies can do!"
 
 With that, she gives you a sudden hug, one that you easily ease into.
 
 It's lasts longer than it should.
 
 "Weeeeell, thanks for coming to see me Nate, where are you headed now?"
 
 You start scratching your head, "Damn..I don't know. I'd go home but my bitch of a wife would probably yell at me...I guess just go to the bar. I tried to be a family man today, buuuut" you cross your arms with a yawn, "guess it just didn't work out~."
 
 She giggles, "Heh! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get it together sometime. And if you don't, we can always cry today, 'cause that's why bar-buddies do!"
 
 She gives you another hug before leaving with a smile, heading back home to a family that cares for her.
 
 You put a hand on your face, "Bar-buddies...?"
 
 By the time you get the idea to tell her more of your life story.
 
 She disappears into the night.
 
 And so, you head back to the pub to get Meloetta to sing her beautiful Relic Song again for your other "bar-buddies" so that they can give you cash just for hearing her melodic tunes. Where else did you think the money was coming from?
 
 You walk down the streets to the pub, until you notice someone looking out fondly into the ocean.
 
 It's Hugh.
 
 "Huh...Hugh?" you mumble. Did he get your text..?
 
 "Yo." you say as you place your arms on the wall he's leaning over.
 
 He turns his head slightly, "Yo."
 
 The two of you look out into the ocean, "Got your text." he says.
 
 "Oh really? What'd ya think?"
 
 He pauses for a moment before breaking into laughter, "Dude. It wasn't seriously a guy...w-was it?"
 
 "Aw, nah. You know it dude. Long story short, I thought it was Curtis, but I was just calling his home phone number and it was really the chick he was nailing. I actually talked to her earlier, she seems familiar somehow...Y'know, I wanted to tell her more, maybe even get close to her but...naw. That's not how relationships work."
 
 Hugh nods, "Yeah, I know what you mean. You don't want to rush things do you? Especially if it's someone like a taken girl. You have to work out the kinks and stuff. Don't worry, Hugh's got you."
 
 He slaps his hand on your back, and you get an idea...
 
 You take out your iPod, "Say Hugh...."
 
 "Yeah?"
 
 "Remember when we were kids in Trainer's School and we had to take that "class" to pass?"
 
 Hugh cocks an eyebrow, only barely remembering, "...Yeah?"
 
 You play a familiar song, and then open your arms for him, "Come on... I'm feeling good tonight."
 
 Hugh initially shakes his head, "Woah woah, what? No freaking way dude! T-That...That's from a LONG time ago man...I-It's from..."that" time...It's from su-"
 
 You don't care. All you do is cock your eyebrows invitingly. You don't give a shit who's watching, "Come the fuck on asshole. For old time's sake?"
 
 Eventually he settles in for a blush, "Whatever.."
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLiuMkGCOC4
 
 And so begins the first day of the rest of your life. With a frilly intimate dance with your best friend of about around thirty or so years, give or take one or two. Dancing in each other's arms because, fuck you, that's what friends do. Bitches will come and go, girls who don't remember will come and ago.
 
 >WAITING FOR THE BREAK OF DAY,
 >SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING TO SAY!~
 
 But you know what?
 
 >FLASHING LIGHTS AGAINST THE SKY~
 >GIVING UP I CLOSE MY EYES!~
 
 No matter the fuck what, your best bro will always be there whenever you need it.
 
 >SITTING CROSS-LEGGED ON THE FLOOR,~
 
 And in the end, that's what'll always stay the same.
 
 >25 OR 6 TO 4~
 ------------------------------------------------------------
 >That night...
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8iipjZIAMU
 The storm is loud and heavy, lately it never stops. It's so odd too, it's the middle of June yet the storms aren't showing any signs of ending anytime soon, a bad, bad sign for someone like you.
 
 Normally you aren't too bothered by water, but things have been getting too excessive that it's just not in your best interests right now.
 
 Drunk out of your mind like no tomorrow, you promptly exit the bar, vision blurry, headache wailing in your mind, staggering because you no longer have any sense of direction.
 
 The rain does nothing to help you.
 
 After dancing with Hugh, you went to the pub for what you told yourself "was going to be a quick shot", which easily divulged into a few more rookasacks and the like.
 
 You did make a few more potential bar-buddies though, neat friendship levels increasing. None will be as good as whatever you share with Rosa, but you digress.
 
 You're staggering again, dizzy as fuck. Your vision might even be more worse than last time.
 
 The rain drenches your entire person, all of it just feels like a million bullets piercing your body.
 
 "Ugh....which...which way is home?"
 
 You look at both pathways, too drunk out of your goddamn mind to remember which one goes where. One heads deeper into the alley unknown, a part which you have yet to go down even once in your life, and the other, the other heads home.
 
 "Ugggh...my head...damn.."
 
 You catch yourself before you can trip, stumbling as all hell.
 
 You don't want to go back, but you have no where else to go, it's 3AM, or something...
 
 Left.
 
 Right.
 
 Left.
 
 Right.
 
 Leftrightleftrightleftright.
 
 Your stomach begins acting up, and it is at that point that you decide that you should stop trying to think so much and start walking already. With any luck, the rain will stop during the walk home.
 
 You hack a few times, before deciding to head right.
 
 Deep into the shadows of that summer night.
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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9A4W7RLXak
 
 "And so, our tale comes to a close. The man learns that although what he has is crappy and doesn't seem like much, it really is something. And the reward for that realization alone is something just as beautiful, if not a tiny ounce more. One can only wonder if the two, truly, truly get to know each other once again. I hope everyone has had a pleasant time reading, and that they come back for more the following evening, I'm sure I will. After all, this is one of the few tales in which I did not fall asleep, that means I was entertained throughout its entirety. How pleasurable."
 
 "Also because it was called 'A Summer's Rendezvous', and even then I failed to see how no one picked up the reference to poor Nate's best friend of oh, say thirty or so years, give or take one or two."
 
 The camera zooms out to reveal that the Scrafty still has a gun to Sir Raven's head.
 
 Sir Raven sips a goblet filled with rum, "You may be noticing that the Scrafty gentlemen is still here and has yet to execute me. You may also be wondering why he has refrained from doing so."
 
 The bird takes another sip, "Well, if you must know. Apparently as it turns out, I have just issued life insurance on this dear Scrafty. Which means if he kills me, there is absolutely no doubt he'll receive the death sentence, ensuring that his life insurance does not go to him or his family, because as I have learned through a smooth-talk conversation with him, he murdered his wife back in '94. You could ask why he does not bother running, and he could, had I not have the hounds set up at the front door."
 
 The Scrafty sweats as he holds trigger, unsure of what the hell to do.
 
 Sir Raven smiles, "Good night, everyone."
 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P28hBd9SLTo
 
 >Delicious Nate and Yandere Rosa's Bogus Journey is:
 
 >Autism-laced Writer: Nate Naterson the Guy.
 
 To this day Benga continues to roam Unova, looking for new rivals to make fun of and steal bikes. He has yet to reach the battle level of his gramps.
 
 >Initial Inspiration: Yandere Lyra by collaborative team Milkshakes, Rapin' OP, Blake, TsundereKris, Links, etc etc. (circa 2009-2010) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KMbKaJFD-hUO-G9e8fD5tEDQ5nwLKn_s-8u3TXlhMRs/edit?hl=en_US&pli=1
 
 Curtis continues to redeem himself after being such a pompous dick for all of one week, his generosity and care for Natalie is the one of the reasons why she sees him as a role-model, and overall "hero".
 
 >Initial Inspiration: "Ethan's Big Day Out; Featuring: Mysterious Black Ditto" (Title correct?) by an anon.
 
 Yancy is still Nate's wife, still sullen and barely resembling the nervous girl she once was. But she often looks back on those days, and wonders what happened to her life...
 
 >Initial Inspiration: Shit nigga, Pokemon Black and White 2 what the fuck else?
 
 Nate's mom is doing quite well in the future as a successful housewife, in fact, unbeknownst to her son, she has started seeing a particular "fresh" guy...
 
 >Main background music from: Stock music, Pokemon dumbass, Super Mario main-series, Spyro the Dragon, Crash Team Racing, Regular Show background music, Mario Kart, Conker's Bad Fur Day, Resident Evil series (The good ones), Ratchet & Clank series, Super Mario RPG, Professor Layton & the [Plot Device], Banjo-Kazooie series, Paper Mario series, Mario & Luigi series, Kingdom Hearts clusterfuck series, Silent Hill series, Adventure Time background music.
 
 Hugh is now having more fun with his life now that he has ventured into the 27th dimension in order to retrieve his sister from the malevolent Professor Shimamamamlayamian. But rarely does he ever show enjoyment from it. Today he currently tasks himself by helping his sister ready for her very own adventure, which is about to take place. He has taken extra caution to prevent her from choosing Tepig.
 
 >Main background sounds from: SoundEffectsFactory on Youtube, who now appears to have been taken down.
 
 Tyrone now travels the world, having somehow restored himself from being digested. Rarely does he ever speak, a stark and bizarre contrast from his former life. His only belongings are now a stick with a bandanna filled with his stuff in it, legends speak that if you are to encounter Tyrone, your life will flourish with riches.
 
 >Main Art from: Pixiv, Namie @ tumblr and twitter, Kyattochan @ tumblr, mivvu @ tumblr, raemz @ wordpress, deviantArt (the non-autism ones), /vp/ drawthreads, tumblr tag searches.
 
 Gustav now makes a brazillion dollars each day by selling his new Unova products in the Russian motherland. Markov can only stare in jealousy as he and Svetlana live a life of love and happiness.~ However, he has been thinking of outsourcing to a newly discovered region...
 
 >Story archive provided by: Pastebin.com Because FF.net's standards and practices don't let me write there.
 
 Dr. Professor House still owns his office at Striaton, but sales aren't as good as they used to be due to patients now realizing how truly scary he is. He has been thinking of moving operations to another region.
 
 >Thanks to: All those greasy fucks at FF.net general (Kyouhei, Half Blood Jester, Butler, Questy, Cake, etc etc.)
 
 Mr. Fresh Water Man Guy is now making an extreme profit from "giving away" Fresh Waters all those years ago. As the trainers that he gave them all too somehow caught up with him, and insisted they pay him back enough cash for him to go back to Aspertia City a wealthy man. He honestly couldn't say no to an offer like that.
 
 >Thanks to: Those arguing dorks over at /vp/ drawthreads, thank you for the requests!~
 
 Roxie finally received the plastic surgery she so desperately needed a few years ago, however, an incident with her bass-mate and a coffee machine has burned her once again. Hugh had no comment on the matter.
 
 >Thanks to: All of the other CYOAs ever on /vp/! (Ethan's Big Day Out, PokeQuest, Roxie Quest, PMD, Yandere Lyra, Persian's CYOA, "Morris the Magikarp" one-shot by Persian, and of course, Wobbunoir.)
 
 >And especially, thanks to you, the reader, the suggester! This story wouldn't be anywhere if it wasn't for you guys. Thank you for not turning our first adventure into an automatic sage-littered thread!
 
 Shuckle, Sir Raven, Nibbles, and Stout Lee meet up every Friday to share cups of roockasacks and talk amongst each other. Currently ideas are being thrown about profiting for a movie based on their stories.
 
 Nate continues to take things slow and steady with his faire maiden of yester-year hoping that one day, something will happen and Curtis will leave. It's not that he hates him, she'll be in good hands alright, they just won't be HIS hands.
 
 >THANK YOU FOR READING!
 Love is bliss.~
 
-fin.~
+fin.~
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 Rosa's eyes open, as she sits up, breathing heavily, unsure of what she has just experienced.
 
 "D-Damn....What the hell was that?"
 
 Your stir in your sleep, "Eh? Rosa..? Why are you awake? It's...like 3 AM in the morning..."
 
 Rosa yawns, "I-I'm sorry Cuddlebuns it's just that...I...I don't know...I can't figure out what happened just now.."
 
 Concerned, you wrap an arm around her, "Come on Rosa, no time for games. We got work tomorrow and I don't want you waking up late,  you always get so cranky..."
 
 Rosa huffs, "Hmph, says you Mr. Grumple, always wanting your coffee..." she lies back down.
 
 Only to get tickled by you, "N-Nate! S-Stop!
 
 You then nibble on her ear for good measure, "To be honest though, I've never said this, but whenever you're mad, it turns me on in the most cliche way possible.."
 
 "O-Oh...W-Well, g-good night Cuddlebuns.."
 
 "Good night.~"
 
 Her dreams are littered with dominant sex, and his, of squealing girls passionately asking for more.
 
 >END...?