nastypass
that bitch what arranges the blocks
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Saw a thread like this on /vp/, but my post was too long, so I decided to post it here instead! Basically, you decide which Pokemon you'd own based on where you live and where you've traveled, and post how you got each of them.
I'll start.
Location: Northeast Ohio (pretty much equidistant between Akron and Younstown, closest to Warren if there's anyone here that has any idea where those are :B)
Pokemon:
-Linoone, by now probably level 38. It had been hiding in the attic part of our garage a few years after we moved here (I was three when we moved, so at this point I'd be... four or five? not sure). My dad eventually got fed up with it, caught it, and gave it to me as my first Pokemon after a very lengthy debate with my mother over rabies and how the two huskies we had at the time would react. He's been The Bro ever since, even for my little sister. (There really had been a raccoon in our garage around this time, but dad had just killed it when it had tried to start a fight with our huskies. He used his bow so that I wouldn't wake up and cry over it...)
-Poliwhirl, by now probably level 36. My grandparents gave me a recently-hatched Poliwag as my 7th birthday present. It was the only egg of my grandpa's Politoed that they decided to keep, the others had all been given away. I'm fairly sure that I'll evolve it into a Poliwhirl once I get my hands on a Water Stone. As anyone who's been voting for Hiram Farm on the Pepsi Refresh program knows (hurr obvious plug is obvious), my dad works on a farm that gives autistic adults something to do every day. He's made very unsubtle hints about how helpful another fighting type would be there. I think I might leave him here if he evolves before I go to college, but I haven't told him yet. I might just make it a surprise.
-Dustox, by now probably level 35. My dad explained Pokemon battles and capturing Pokemon when I was about six. There's a large field by our house that the owner uses to grow soybeans and feed corn, so he decided that would be the easiest to go there to show me. This little guy was the first thing we ran into (albeit as a Wurmple).
-Pelipper, by now probably level 30. I caught him as a Wingull during one of my family's trips to the Cleveland zoo when I was 10. You technically aren't allowed to bring empty Pokeballs into the zoo, but I was ten. You can't have expected me to not try to catch the zoo Pokemon. When my dad saw me try to subtly (by ten year old standards) throw a ball at one of the Donphan, he stopped me, explained that they were probably already registered with the zoo, and let me off with a warning. ...I then proceeded to use the ball on one of the Wingull that was hanging around the food area trying to steal people's french fries. Mom was not happy.
-Gengar, by now probably level 29. Interesting story behind this one. I don't usually walk to or from school, seeing as it's an almost half hour walk, but drama club rehearsal had taken strangely long, and dad had taken a few extra hours at work (this was a few months after he lost his eye and was his last day of his old job. long story, don't ask) so he would take quite a while to come and pick me up. Rather than just wait around at 7 PM in mid-December, I decided to start walking home and meet him roughly half way. I passed the local cemetery along the way, which ordinarily isn't particularly creepy at all, but I'd just run over to the other side of the road because there was a dog on the side I'd been walking on and I didn't want it to follow me and it kept barking and augh. Anyway, on this particular occasion, I was pretty scared. Then, out of nowhere, a Gastly pops out and I practically wet myself. I instinctively threw out Linoone and wasted like five minutes using normal attacks before I thought to use Odor Sleuth, and it still took me ten more minutes to finally bag him. Got him just in time, too, because my dad drove up a minute later, and his headlights would have scared it away. Got him evolved in a trade-and-trade-back deal with H-land when he came to visit last year.
-Ekans, by now probably level 18. Most recent catch, maybe four or five weeks ago. I'd been camping with my family and some other relatives (who are the ones that technically own the camp site, but that's another story) and my dad went out to get firewood. No big deal, we got some without any trouble. But apparently, while we were out, this guy slithered down from the hillside and was right in our path on our way back. As soon as my dad heard the rattle he froze. As soon as my dad froze I started thinking, heard the rattle, and then froze. After everyone else had gotten the dog inside the cabin, dad tried nudging it with a stick to make it leave. It just struck the stick instead. After about three minutes of standing still, I got fed up and sent out Gengar to weaken it some so I could catch it.
I'll start.
Location: Northeast Ohio (pretty much equidistant between Akron and Younstown, closest to Warren if there's anyone here that has any idea where those are :B)
Pokemon:
-Linoone, by now probably level 38. It had been hiding in the attic part of our garage a few years after we moved here (I was three when we moved, so at this point I'd be... four or five? not sure). My dad eventually got fed up with it, caught it, and gave it to me as my first Pokemon after a very lengthy debate with my mother over rabies and how the two huskies we had at the time would react. He's been The Bro ever since, even for my little sister. (There really had been a raccoon in our garage around this time, but dad had just killed it when it had tried to start a fight with our huskies. He used his bow so that I wouldn't wake up and cry over it...)
-Poliwhirl, by now probably level 36. My grandparents gave me a recently-hatched Poliwag as my 7th birthday present. It was the only egg of my grandpa's Politoed that they decided to keep, the others had all been given away. I'm fairly sure that I'll evolve it into a Poliwhirl once I get my hands on a Water Stone. As anyone who's been voting for Hiram Farm on the Pepsi Refresh program knows (hurr obvious plug is obvious), my dad works on a farm that gives autistic adults something to do every day. He's made very unsubtle hints about how helpful another fighting type would be there. I think I might leave him here if he evolves before I go to college, but I haven't told him yet. I might just make it a surprise.
-Dustox, by now probably level 35. My dad explained Pokemon battles and capturing Pokemon when I was about six. There's a large field by our house that the owner uses to grow soybeans and feed corn, so he decided that would be the easiest to go there to show me. This little guy was the first thing we ran into (albeit as a Wurmple).
-Pelipper, by now probably level 30. I caught him as a Wingull during one of my family's trips to the Cleveland zoo when I was 10. You technically aren't allowed to bring empty Pokeballs into the zoo, but I was ten. You can't have expected me to not try to catch the zoo Pokemon. When my dad saw me try to subtly (by ten year old standards) throw a ball at one of the Donphan, he stopped me, explained that they were probably already registered with the zoo, and let me off with a warning. ...I then proceeded to use the ball on one of the Wingull that was hanging around the food area trying to steal people's french fries. Mom was not happy.
-Gengar, by now probably level 29. Interesting story behind this one. I don't usually walk to or from school, seeing as it's an almost half hour walk, but drama club rehearsal had taken strangely long, and dad had taken a few extra hours at work (this was a few months after he lost his eye and was his last day of his old job. long story, don't ask) so he would take quite a while to come and pick me up. Rather than just wait around at 7 PM in mid-December, I decided to start walking home and meet him roughly half way. I passed the local cemetery along the way, which ordinarily isn't particularly creepy at all, but I'd just run over to the other side of the road because there was a dog on the side I'd been walking on and I didn't want it to follow me and it kept barking and augh. Anyway, on this particular occasion, I was pretty scared. Then, out of nowhere, a Gastly pops out and I practically wet myself. I instinctively threw out Linoone and wasted like five minutes using normal attacks before I thought to use Odor Sleuth, and it still took me ten more minutes to finally bag him. Got him just in time, too, because my dad drove up a minute later, and his headlights would have scared it away. Got him evolved in a trade-and-trade-back deal with H-land when he came to visit last year.
-Ekans, by now probably level 18. Most recent catch, maybe four or five weeks ago. I'd been camping with my family and some other relatives (who are the ones that technically own the camp site, but that's another story) and my dad went out to get firewood. No big deal, we got some without any trouble. But apparently, while we were out, this guy slithered down from the hillside and was right in our path on our way back. As soon as my dad heard the rattle he froze. As soon as my dad froze I started thinking, heard the rattle, and then froze. After everyone else had gotten the dog inside the cabin, dad tried nudging it with a stick to make it leave. It just struck the stick instead. After about three minutes of standing still, I got fed up and sent out Gengar to weaken it some so I could catch it.