I remember it like it was something quite memorable. There I was up against fantastic odds. These streets have become black carpets for werewolves, snapdragons and snow leopards. As soon as I came in to town, I knew I was miles away from the safety of a hospital with doctors who can read and write, while patting their perfectly formed heads. These creeps turned on me like my pants were full of royal jelly and roast beast. I ran... but not knowing, where or how I was. I ended up in a dead end. How could this be...I thought. These pricks can get their own jelly. I was not going down with out a fight. I reached into my utility belt and pulled out my pokeball and held it high into the sky...and shouted to the eternal gods themselves."PIKACHU! I CHOOSE YOU"
Lighting bolts shots from all directions and my furry little maniac leapt forward from the now open ball. These monsters sized up the situation quickly. These dumb fucks I thought, you don't have a chance. Within seconds. My tiny pokemon had gouged out the left eye of the wolfman. While clawing out the heart of another with his foot. He swung from one to another. Like a crazed monkey on special K. Blood of all nations covered the walls and stones. Until those who could still stand ran. I gave the signal that the work was done. and Pikachu returned to his ball.
I washed some blood off my shoes using an old tap by the wall and walked into the nearest motel. The man inside saw what had happened he gave me the keys without any questions.
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