I had gotten a great job with NASA as their web designer, so I had plenty of money. I had also bought myself a dream car: a brand-new Red Ford Mustang Convertible.
I'd be making the trip from Mapleton, where I lived, to Westhills by road. The entire 15 or more hours of it. Maybe more, depending on how many stops I was willing to make. I was going South through St. George and Las Vegas, so I'd be making a few stops in Vegas, and another in an estate known as Primm, where Buffalo Bill's Resort Casino lies.
In all, I was estimating the trip at about 18 hours. I was used to long car trips. It wasn't anything new. When I was 8, my family had made a cross-country move from Virginia to Utah, which is 2,000+ miles of driving. In February of '00 I also went on a trip to San Francisco with the school's Russian Club for a Festival in San Francisco, and that was about 15 hours there, then 15 back at the end of the trip. So as I said, nothing new to me.
I had all my stuff packed and ready Sunday night. I would be leaving early Monday morning, about 4:30 A.M. I'd get there fairly late; around 10:30 or 11:00 P.M.
I went to be early, anticipating the next day's journey. I woke up at around 4:00 A.M. I had gotten about 6 hours of sleep, but it was enough for me considering the amount of adrenaline rushing through my system. I got everything ready, and said goodbye to my family.
It was a long drive, but eventually I got to Vegas. I spent about half an hour there, then drove on. About two hours later I arrived at Primm and stayed long enough to ride the Desperado three times, and win a $50,000 jackpot on slots. It was in a check, luckily for me, not coins. I continued driving until I had reached Long Beach, then headed towards L.A. Canoga Park was about five miles west of L.A.
After what I thought was enough driving, I arrived in Canoga Park. It was about 10:30 P.M. now. I drove slowly up the street, searching for the address. I finally found the right street, and began watching the house numbers go past. Eventually I lost track of things and was at 8000. Too far.
I flipped a U-turn and went back the way I came, watching more carefully. I finally found the right number; 7622. I pulled into the driveway and put my car in park, then flipped off the headlights. I walked up to the door, and luckily the porch light was on.
I knocked on the door and a few seconds later a heard a voice shout, "He's here!" A few seconds later the door opened and I was greeted by a boy, about 21 years old.
"You must be Luke. Michelle's told us lots about you. Come in."
I walked in, and moments later I was tackled to the ground unexpectedly by an overly enthusiastic and hyperactive girl, named Michelle. She was my friend. I stood back up and she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I had expected this, but not getting tackled the second I walked in the door. I had planned out this trip in my head years in advance, but I never had the actual time to do it until I got out of school.
"You must be Michelle," I laughed. I didn't need an answer.
"You are correct, sir," she said in a sarcastic tone. She then ran past me and glanced out the door. I thought she would fall over dead when she saw my car.
"You drive a Mustang Convertible?"
"It's sitting right in front of you," I said calmly. "I also have $50,000 that I won in Vegas."
"You're so lucky! How did you ever pay for that car?"
"I stole it," I said in a sarcastic tone, "I paid for it like every other person, with a credit card. I have the money for that kind of thing because I got a job with NASA working on their website."
We talked for a while longer, then I hauled all my stuff into the house. I was shown where I'd be sleeping, which happened to be on a hideaway bed in the living room. Unfortunately for me, the TV and computer were there as well. There was another computer in the house, but that was in a different room.
I then glanced at my watch. It was 11:15 P.M. I glanced at a clock on the wall, and realized that it wasn't 11:15. It was 10:15 here. I had crossed into another time zone. It wouldn't take me too long to adapt to the change, because it was only an hour. A day or two of staying up late would take care of that real quick. I didn't have anything to restrict my vacation, because I was graduated. It was early August, so there was plenty of time before anybody started school. I was pretty wasted from all the driving, so I went to bed right then rather than staying up later.
I woke up at 8:30 the next morning, which was the normal time for me...in Utah. It was 7:30, so I went back to sleep and woke an hour later, at 9:30 A.M. Even though it was 9:30, I was still the first awake...but not for long. Michelle announced being awake a few minutes later by running into the room and jumping on top of me, stuffing a pillow over my face playfully. This was normal for her. By then I was wide awake, and fully alert. I shoved Michelle off and sat up. Michelle tackled me like a football player, pinning me back down. I pushed her off again and we got into a mini wrestling match. I easily beat her, since I was older and stronger, but she still put up a fight. I got off the bad and walked into the bathroom, carrying a change of clothes.
When I walked into the bathroom Joey announced her presence in the shower by yelling, "Pervert!" and throwing a bar of soap at me. Joey was Michelle's older sister. She was just as hyper as Michelle, if not more so. I apologized, then walked back out of the bathroom a brilliant shade of red.
I walked back into the living room to find Michelle playing Pok�mon Stadium 2. I went to my backpack and pulled out a copy of Pok�mon: Yellow Version. I handed it to Michelle, and she popped it into the transfer pak. She loaded the data onto PS2, and opened the file. Michelle was shocked. I had all 151 Pok�mon captured, and they were all at level 100, which had taken me hundreds of hours to accomplish. Michelle and I picked our Pok�mon, and we created the ultimate battle. 1-1; Mewtwo vs. Mew. After a ten minutes match, I finally won. Thank goodness for Recover. Michelle was a bit frustrated now, because she didn't deal well with losing. But I would've been the same way if I would've lost. It was sort of a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" situation.
After the match was over, I went to my bags and began sorting through my stuff. I finally found what I was looking for; my laptop bag. It was truly a top-of-the-line computer. I had special ordered it with all of the best parts. A Pentium V 10 Gigahertz processor with 2 GB RAM, a 100-speed DVD-ROM drive, a 2 Terabyte hard drive, an internal 5 GB Jazz Drive, 17" monitor, and a whole lot more. 17" was great for a Laptop PC monitor at the time, even though Desktop PC monitors were becoming the size of big-screen TV's.
"Hey Michelle, I'm gonna hook my PC to the Internet. It won't tie up the phone line though."
"Awesome!" Michelle exclaimed.
I tied the phono line into one modem port, then the Telephone into the other. I updated NASA's website, then went to my games. I had learned a lot about computer programming, so I had created my own games. And they were good ones too. One game I had created was a Pok�mon game similar to all the other Gameboy versions, only it was in 3D. I called it "Pok�mon Ultimate." I had already sent a copy of it to Nintendo to see what they thought of the game. I was just waiting for the E-Mail response. Then it hit me, "Maybe I should check my E-mail right now."
So I did. I logged into my E-Mail account and sure enough, a letter had been received from Nintendo. My hand trembled as I clicked the mouse to open the E-mail. Here's what it said:
Dear Mr. Judd,
Thank you for sending the game that you created. We had our software testers work at it for a while, and they were impressed. The game is very high-quality, After a bit of decision making, we decided that we should put this game out on the market. Because of Copyright Laws, we need your permission before we can start production of the game. In return, you will receive 25% of the profits. Once again, thank you for this game, and we hope that we can work something out.
I almost fell over. 25% of the profits? Let's say that the game goes Platinum (over 1 million sold). If they were $30 a copy, that would be $30 million, $8 million of which would be mine. I hurriedly wrote a response E-mail, giving them permission. If this worked out, which it would, I'd be rich.
I got in the shower (Joey was long since done) and took a quick shower. I didn't have to worry about anyone messing with my Laptop, because I had locked it out with a password. I changed into a new pair of clothes, then headed back into the living room. Michelle was logged onto Yahoo! Messenger, and she hadn't even noticed that I was out of the shower. I logged back on to my Laptop, and started up Messenger. It was then that Michelle noticed me. We greeted each other in our usual way (Wazzuuuup!), then chatted for a while. It was odd though. Here we were just a few feet apart, chatting over the Internet, and occasionally posting messages containing kissing in the IM's (Instant Messages).
We got away from the computers later and ate Lunch at 1:00 P.M., then spent a few hours more online, breaking our previous consecutive chatting record of 6.5 hours. We had chatted for 8 hours straight! After chatting, we got into my car and cruised around L.A. for a few hours, with no reason for doing so. We got back at around 9:00 P.M. After Michelle and I got back, all of us played games for a while longer. It was 12:00 Midnight when we finally finished playing. I was quickly getting used to the new time zone.
I was about to head off to bed after finishing the games when Joey grabbed me.
"Hey Luke, I wanna ask you something."
"Shoot," I said.
"Okay. See, I've got my driver's permit and I was wondering if..."
"Forget it! I'm not letting you wreck my Mustang!"
"Fine then. Be that way."
I then went to bed, and Joey gave me a mean look as I walked away from her. When I woke up the next morning, a soft beeping came to my ears. I had mail. The E-Mails were from Nintendo and Michelle. I checked the time, and Michelle's E-mail had arrived seconds earlier. I looked and sure enough, Michelle was on the computer. She laughed when she saw me checking my E-mail. Nintendo's E-Mail was the one that I read first. It said that they were grateful for me giving them permission, and that they would begin working on getting it into production immediately. I almost jumped out of the chair, but instead just let out an excessively loud, "YES!"
Michelle jumped out of her chair, after being scratched by a startled cat, and walked over to me.
"What are you so happy about?" she asked.
"A VERY important E-Mail from Nintendo. They're gonna start working on my game."
I explained everything about the game to Michelle, and she was thrilled. She knew that I'd be rich because of it. She bent down to kiss me, but I held up my hand and shook my head.
I then whispered in Michelle's ear, "Your dad's watching."
It was still early enough that Michelle's dad hadn't left yet. Michelle let out a little laugh and whispered back, "I know."
She then leaned all the way forward and kissed me on the cheek. I was surprised, and apparently so was her father. Michelle smiled, then walked back to her computer. I smiled and turned back to my laptop. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that her father wasn't upset, but instead he was amused. I went back to my computer to see a "new E-Mail" notification.
The E-Mail was from my parents. They wanted to know how I was doing in the way of money. I laughed as I thought about the game, then wrote an E-Mail back. It said something like, "Well, if you want to know how I'm doing money-wise, I can just say that in a little bit I'll be making more money than you."
I did a little more updating on the website, then logged off. Just after I logged off Michelle snuck up behind me. She didn't know that I knew she was right behind me.
"Sneaking up on people isn't nice, Michelle," I stated.
"You're no fun," she laughed.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Dad wants to go to Six Flags, then a Baseball game on Saturday. Do you wanna go?"
"Let me see," I said, "On Saturday, I don't have anything planned, so yes."
On Friday we spent most of the day at Six Flags, then got to the game just in time.
After the game we went to the cars, and I put on my shades. I thought, "I'm cool." Michelle said that I looked good in shades. We jumped (literally) into my car, and everybody else got into the family car. We came to an intersection to a red light, and Michelle's dad pulled up next to me. I gave Michelle a look that said, "Hold on tight," then revved my engine tauntingly. Michelle's dad revved his back. When the light changed I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and we both shot away from the intersection. In about six seconds I was already going 60 MPH. I was also pulled over. Same with Michelle's dad.
He walked up to me and asked, "So, do all Utahns drive like that?"
I wanted to keep it humorous, and said, "Yeah, basically."
"Smartass," the cop muttered as I handed him my license and registration.
I waited patiently for him to write the ticket, and smiled at Michelle. She gave me a stupid look, and I couldn't help but laugh. The cop gave me a dirty look as I signed the ticked and he explained the information for payment to me, then stomped off. As he was walking off I heard him say to himself, "Why do I always get the comedians?"
I pulled away, revving my engine, and the cop gave me a warning glance. I pulled to the intersection, and Michelle's dad pulled next to me again. We both rolled down our windows, and I said tauntingly, "We may have both gotten tickets, but I still beat you."
We got home at 11:00 P.M. that night. Michelle and I stayed up for another hour chatting on the Internet for no reason.
A few weeks passed, and Michelle and Joey had started school. I was still staying at their house, and was biding the time by cruising around various parts of Downtown L.A. A few times I was challenged by other drivers who wanted to race, but I shrugged them off, then wasted them as I sped away.
A few months more passed, and my Birthday had passed. I was 19, and Nintendo was even closer to releasing my game. The official date was December 1st. I had gone back to Utah, but only to get my other stuff. I had moved in permanently. At least until I got an apartment. Michelle's older brother, Steve, had moved out, so I took over his room.
Finally December 1st rolled around, and it was time for the game to be released, and I had a guest appearance to make at a local store.
After a few hours of autographing copies of my game, I was given a surprise. Michelle and Joey were the next people. I signed their copies and laughed. We chatted for a few minutes, then they left. I had also signed a poster of myself surrounded in Pok�mon for Michelle. Nintendo made that for a sort of promotional thing for my game.
I was watching the news that night, when they came to a story about me signing autographs. Not only was I doing this for the stores benefit, but for every copy I signed, the store donated $1 to charity. They showed a picture of me signing a copy of the game, and the owner of the game was none other than Michelle.
"Hey Michelle, we're on TV."
A week before Christmas I got my first check from Nintendo. I almost fell over. It was for $10 million! By the time January came, I had already made $30 million.
One day Michelle and I got a notice in the mail from the family doctor. We both needed to get flu shots. Joey did too. We went the next day and got the shots. Afterwards Michelle and I were both feeling a bit lightheaded. We ended up sleeping in the same bed, because her father wanted us in the same place in case it was something contagious.
I woke up the next morning to Michelle screaming. Not loud, but enough to wake me up, which took some talent. I ran in to the bathroom and was shocked. Michelle was covered in short yellow fur, there were two long, pointy yellow ears sticking out of her head, and she had a jagged yellow tail. Then I happened to glance at myself in the mirror. I was the same way. Michelle and I were both Anthro (part-human, part-animal) Pikachus.
We both threw on coats to cover ourselves, then made our way to the kitchen where the rest of the family was. The hoods on our coats were pulled over our heads, sort of like the Emperor's in Star Wars. Our ears were a bit awkward with the hoods on, but that didn't matter right now. Our faces were completely concealed, as well as our hands. We cleared our throats to get their attention.
"What's the matter?" Michelle's father asked.
"Well..." I looked over at Michelle and nodded slightly. She understood what it meant. I reached up to my hood and pulled it back, revealing my fur-covered face and ears, which immediately sprang up when they were freed from the hood. Michelle's father and Steve were in shock, but they freaked out even more when Michelle pulled her hood down as well. Luckily for us there were no questions asked. Steve and Michelle's dad had to leave.
What surprised us, was the fact the Joey had expressed no change in emotion. It was almost like she was expecting us to turn into Pikachus. Then we were in for the surprise of our lives.
"I know why this is happening," Joey started.
"Why?" Michelle and I said somewhat simultaneously.
Joey immediately began to glow and change form. When she had completely changed, she was a Mew.
"That's why," she said firmly. "You're turning into Pok�mon; specifically Pikachus. You'll both have the same abilities as me at some point, but that takes some time."
"When will we completely transform?"
"In about 16 hours."
"So, what you're saying is that by the time we wake up, we'll be Pikachus, right?"
Joey nodded.
"If you say so, Joey."
We went to sleep early that night. Our bodies weren't used to this lifestyle since they had changed. Michelle and I woke up the next morning with a strange sensation. I jumped off the bed and noticed that I was a heck of a lot shorter than I used to be. So was Michelle. We had both changed completely. As for the strange sensation, well, Joey demonstrated that one for us by jumping out of nowhere and scaring me. I responded, without even thinking, with a thunderbolt, which Joey easily blocked. The sensation was our electrical energy.
Joey taught us how to control our powers, and pretty soon we could do everything that Joey could do. The reason we had changed specifically is because the shots. What Michelle and I didn't yet realize, was that we were both born as Pok�mon, not humans. Some insane Team Rocket member had given us something that changed us into humans. The shot we had recently been given countered the effects, returning us to our natural state and then some (the psychic powers).
Michelle and I decided that we'd stick with Joey. We left notes for their parents and mine, then shot off at an enormous speed. So fast, in fact, that time and space were becoming distorted for us. We eventually got to Pok�mon Island, which was only reachable by flying as fast as we were. A few fighter pilots and people flying supersonic aircraft had caught brief glimpses of Pok�mon Island, but not enough to identify it. Only enough to make them believe that they were seeing things. One lucky pilot had gotten a good look at Pok�mon Island, but Joey erased that portion of his memory.
We continued flying at high speeds until we reached Secret Island; the location of one of our hideouts. We had spent a few days there when something odd happened: someone showed up at our doorstep. She was a young girl, and she was soaking wet. Normally we'd respond violently to intrusions, but something told us that we shouldn't harm her. It was then that our psychic powers took over. All three of us were flooded with pictures of an 11 year-old girl being captured and joining Team Rocket, then of a cabin in the woods, and many others (read Joey's fanfics to get a detailed description). This was Jads, one of the few members of Team Rocket that we knew of. Joey was the reason we had heard about all this. After we had gotten reacquainted with Jads, we all headed towards the cabin. We got there in just a few minutes. Joey placed Jads on the ground, then touched down on the ground gracefully. I managed to do a face-plant, and Michelle crashed into a tree.
"Oh, that was real coordinated, you guys," Joey yelled to us. "That must've taken a lot of talent to land like that."
We needed to practice our landings, and Joey wasn't helping one bit. We went into the cabin, and the boss was waiting for us.
"Why haven't you MORONS caught that Dragonite yet? It's been over two years now! You're receiving a pay cut if you don't catch that Dragonite by the end of the month!"
And with that he hung up. What a jerk. What he failed to realize, was that we'd caught the Dragonite a LONG time ago. We completely detested the boss. He was always so rude to us, so we were keeping the Dragonite for ourselves. There was no way that we'd give it to him. It was much too powerful to just give up like that. The boss had his Mewtwo, and we figured that was enough for him. We didn't care about Mewtwo though. The three of us could easily beat him in battle.
Sure, Mewtwo was more powerful than Mew, but Joey was created to be more powerful that Mewtwo. Michelle and I also happened to be the same way as Joey, only as Pikachus instead of a Mew.
One day-we didn't know when- the boss would send his Mewtwo after us. We would be ready. Ready and waiting. But we had to keep ourselves occupied until that happened. We did so by searching through the forest, looking for powerful Pok�mon.
Joey, Michelle and I decided to go hunting later that day. With all the moving around and vacation stuff, I'd lost track of the date. I checked the calender, and it read June 10, 2003. My tail twitched back and forth as I thought about our recent adventures.
After an entire day of unsuccessful searching, we decided to check up on the Pok�mon that we already had. One of which was a very powerful Pikachu. I wish it was Ash Katchem's, but it wasn't. We decided that it was time for the Pikachu to advance to the next step. I picked up a Thunderstone with a pair of gloves and touched it to Pikachu. Pikachu immediately began to glow, and it evolved into Raichu. I pulled off the gloves I was wearing and put them down. I then thoughtlessly picked up and Thunderstone, and Michelle did the same. It was only then that we realized our mistake, but it was too late. Michelle and I both evolved into Raichus. Sure, we were Anthros (part human-part Pok�mon), but there was enough of the Pok�mon genes in our blood to make us evolve.
Michelle and I both examined our new, improved bodies. We both not had the curly ears of a Raichu to replace the pointed ears, and a long, rope-like tail instead of a jagged little stump. Also, our fur had changed from the short yellow fur to the brown fur of a Raichu. We both liked our new forms better than the old ones.
Suddenly we heard a loud crash outside. We all ran outside to find a destroyed tree, and Mewtwo standing next to it. This was the showdown that I was just barely talking about.
It was Mewtwo vs. all of us. We were gonna play dirty; whatever it takes to capture him. There are really no "fair fights" in any branch of Team Rocket. And we were no exception.
Without his Mewtwo, the boss would be powerless. Mewtwo took battle stance, and the four of us, including Dragonite, did the same. This was it...
Mewtwo made the first move, blasting a super-powerful Psychic attack at us. We all scattered in different directions, easily avoiding the attack. A nearby tree, however, wasn't so fortunate. It was instantly destroyed.
Now it was our turn. When we had scattered, we moved in such a way as to have one of us on each side of Mewtwo. We now had him surrounded. We simultaneously fired a Thunder attack at Mewtwo, and he managed to block all but one; Joey's. He was hurt, but not enough to capture; not ever for our specially designed Master Ball. Mewtwo realized his predicament, and shot straight up into the air. We all fired powerful Psybeams at him. He was knocked out of the air with a spectacular explosion as the beams converged on him, and he came hurtling to the ground. He hit with a loud thud, and was unconscious. He had been knocked out before he even touched the ground. Joey tossed out a Master Ball, and Mewtwo was ours. We contacted the boss over the video phone, motivated by what we were about to do. He was frantic when he saw Mewtwo standing newt to us.
"It's over," I said. "We're taking control of Team Rocket 47. Every one of us know that you depend on Mewtwo to keep us in check, but that's not the case any more. We've got control of Mewtwo. Goodbye, 'sir.'"
And with that we prepared to psychically kill him. Before we had even moved, the boss began to have seizures, and fell over dead. We look over at Mewtwo, astonished. He was in battle stance. He had fired the attack at the boss. It was a sort of Darth Vader type attack. You didn't have to be standing next to the person; you just had to have a live connection, such as Video Phone.
We then spread the news of the boss's death, which was greatly celebrated by all of the Team Rocket 47 members, as well as other Team Rocket variations. We decided that everybody would do their own thing. Nobody would be giving orders. Especially not a boss.
Jads and Ira desperately needed to get badges so that the Pok�mon we were catching wouldn't kill them. We made a cross-country trip across Pok�mon Island, and within a few hours Ira and Jads had both beaten every single Gym leader. They now had all eight badges, and the loyalty of every single Pok�mon we owned. We had gotten the cops off our backs, because we were now only capturing Pok�mon from the wild, which didn't break any laws. The police gave up on trying to pin old crimes on us, because they never had any proof. Nor did they have any evidence, thanks to Joey.
We were considering using Joey's hack for the Pok�ball Transfer System, but it wasn't worth the risk. One day we were out looking for Pok�mon, and I noticed that Michelle was looking a bit pale.
"Are you feeling all right, Michelle?"
"Yeah. I'm just feeling a little lightheaded."
"Yeah, well I can tell that just by looking at your face. Come here."
I then placed my hand on Michelle's forehead. It was burning hot!
"Uh, Michelle, you'd better get some sleep. You feel a bit warm."
So she did. When I came home at 7:00 P.M., Michelle was sleeping like a log. I decided not to disturb her. "Let sleeping Pok�mon lie." That was my theory. And I'd proved that earlier that day when I accidentally woke up a Spearow. He came after us with amazing speed, so I let loose a huge Thunder attack. It was a bit excessive though. He was knocked out, and it didn't looking like he was waking up any time soon. We caught him in a Pok�ball, since a Master Ball would be a waste.
The next day I went to check on Michelle. I turned on the lamp next to her bed. She looked awful.
"Hey handsome," she said hoarsely. "Do I look that bad?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Terrible. I'm freezing cold and sweating, I hurt everywhere, I can't keep anything down, and I keep getting really dizzy, and occasionally passing out."
"Well, the good news is that you've got Pok�flu. It'll take a little while to go away. Maybe a week. Just to be sure, I'll get Nurse Joy here ASAP."
"Liar," Michelle whispered
"What?"
"You're lying. I can tell by the faces you're making."
"Michelle, if I was lying, you'd be dead by now."
"If you say so."
Michelle the pulled herself into a sitting position and hugged me. She almost kissed me, but pulled back.
"Uh, maybe not. No sense in getting both of us sick at once."
I smiled to myself as Michelle laid back down and almost fell asleep. I pulled the blankets up for her and she wrapped them around herself, then glanced up at me.
"Visit me whenever you can," she whispered silently.
"I will. I promise."
I then got Michelle some potions that would help her fight off the virus. She drank them, and gave a nasty face as she drank them.
"Whew. I hope this goes away fast, because I don't know how much of those potions I can stand."
We both went to sleep, and I woke up early the next morning. I got on the phone and called Nurse Joy, and she arrived at the cabin at around Noon. She checked over Michelle, recording various numbers and notes on her chart, then gave me some packages.
"Just give her these, and she'll be fine. It's a rarer form of Pok�flu, but it doesn't seem to be much worse than the more-common types."
I then thanked Nurse Joy, and she left in a hurry after being paged. After that I went back to work with the others searching for wild Pok�mon. We came back successful after finding a perfect spot. In all, we had caught ten new Pok�mon. And they were strong ones.
A week later, Michelle was still sick with the Pok�flu, but she was definitely better. Another week later she was back to normal, doing the same things she had done before the flu got her.
We went through our daily routines of feeding Pok�mon, training them, and caring for them altogether. We spent most of our time doing that. This was our new way of life, and it would stay that way...
Okay. So that was a crappy way to end the story, but I don't care; I'M FINALLY FINISHED AFTER WEEKS OF WRITING!!! Eventually I'm gonna write a sequel to this fanfic. Well...actually, I've already started it, so don't bother asking for guest appearances or suggestions for a part of the story. If you ask nicely, I'll consider adding your request to my story. And if you really ask nicely, I'll write a fanfic or a normal story just for you. (Note: I only do Pok�mon fanfics and regular stories, and maybe a few spoofs.) Anyways, much thanks to Joey for permission to use her ideas in my fanfic. Most of the characters and ideas came from her, but the main storyline is original. Thanks Joey! E-Mail feedback/suggestions to [email protected] On the story requests, you have to do a little something for me. If you request a story, you must include the plot, basic dialogue/storyline for the story, and the characters and their traits (personality, appearance, descriptions, etc). If you do all that, I'll whip up a story for you ASAP, depending on how busy I am at the time. My stories can take anywhere from a few days, to a few weeks, depending on the length. I average about 10-12 pages a story; just FYI. Who knows? If I become rich and famous, you could say, "Hey, that guy wrote a story just for me!" (Like I'll ever be rich OR famous). Anyways, that it. The end of the line. Okay. I'm ranting as usual, so I'm shutting up now. This is Luke "Skywalker" Judd, signing off. See 'ya in the next fics!
�October 3, 2000