Tag: Sad

Welcome to my very own world little Monsters, the world of my Pokémon D&D game. The world of Wuqu. Each week I will talk a bit about the more mature stories of this world of my RP campaign. It is set in a world, that never knew Pokémon, much like our own, but around the  eighties of that world, Pokémon suddenly began appearing. People saw them as monsters and began fighting them resulting in a war between humans and pokémon with many victims on both sides. Eventually mankind was driven to live underground mostly, the Pokémon destroying the world’s climate making it a barren place. The sun shone in forests at times and spots where it’s not supposed to shine, causing the trees to twist , poison types polluted the waters, and fire types created new deserts. When all seemed lost, through the Ultra Space holes that started all troubles a capsule arrived, within it, answers how to build Pokéballs, how these monsters and make them do your will. With resources running very thin, only the major corporations had enough money and means to get these technologies created. These companies banded together and formed Neo-Aether, a now totalitarian world governing institute, trading safety for servitude. No citizens of Aether are allowed to leave their own city, ever, only those selected for the Trials may prove their worth. These trials entail defeating the mayor of 8 cities in Pokémon battles, or more. Those who do so, prove they can live together with Pokémon and will be granted acces to “the safe zone” a remote island where humans and Pokemons live together in peace. Or at least that is what people are made to believe……..

Team Oblivion
However our story does not begin in the region of Wuqu in this brand new world. This adventure starts in the Alola region, one hundred years after the first champion of Alola defeated the Mother Beast. We find ourselves in a sterile white office of the Aether Foundation in Alola, time-storms have been happening recently and Pokémon have started to vanish from the world little by little. Four ominous looking people  stare at a darkened femine shape in the back off an office, sitting in a wheelchair. Their body postures reveal they are all a bit older. One dressed in mostly blue, wearing a tentacool beak as a cowl, with an eight eyed face mask speaks to the shadow. ‘Why have you summoned Team Oblivion, do you not know what we stand for?’ he speaks, his voice revealing he is clearly of high age, yet there is still a deep determination and menacing tone in his voice. He straightens his robes marked with Kyogre-patterns, then straightens his shoulders made of dead tentacools with their tentacles draping over his widely sleeved arms. The woman speaks, her voice sounding quite elegant, though the cracking in said voice also reveal she might be in poor health. ‘I know very well what your organisation stands for Abyss Prophet Luther’ she says while she moves a bit in the shadows. ‘It is why i have specifically  called you’. A second man draped in a black cloak with dark purple elements, and a white faceless mask speaks, barely visible whle in this poorly lit room, he plays with his Darkrai themed pendant and then calmy speaks. ‘How can ending the world help you then, mysterious lady’. The two other priest like figures chuckle. One is donning a bone mask with a very dark brown cloak, he is very broad and muscled, his sleeves inspired by Giratina, the eyes of his skull mask fitted with some tinted glasses in a ghostly shade of purple. Lighter than the one who just spoke.
The other is a much slimmer man, in red scaled robes,  with earthen shoulder spikes, as if inspired by Groudon, his mask also being an earthen slab with some markings similar to that on the red stone. The lady’s heads shift to the Darkrai inspired man and tells him. ‘Well glad you ask Void Prohet Nils, I need you to destroy a world, just not this one’ Even though non can see the woman’s face, all four man know there is a smile on her face,

Team Freak
The woman brushes trough her hair, letting her message sink in with the four. The large man and the slender groudon donned one seem very excitable. “Does this mean we can bring Death?’ says the large man while making a D pose. “And EXTINCTION” yells the red clad, stone masked man. ‘Yes Death Prophet  Griogri and Extinction Prophet Asmodeus, yes you can’
The woman puts on a breath mask for a short moment taking a gasp from it before continuing. ‘I need you to travel to a world on the other side of Ultra Space, we have been aware of an group of people there named Team Freak, by whatever means in that world.. they have found a possibility to breach back into our world with Ultra Space travel, but somehow they end up, back in significant places in history. They are trying to alter our timeline, so that their pathetic world is safe, in order to do so they seem to have wiped Pokémon from our timeline..so I need you to go there and destroy this world or at least that blasted organisation before it kills our world, and given your expertise you will be the right people for the job.’ The shaded figure heads them a folder giving some information, revealing a clownesque magician by the name of Sion Illu to be their leader as well as their logo. A cruel looking clowns face with swirly eyes it’s nose being a diamond of a card game as well as it’s teeth forming the word Freak.
The abyss prophet nods, speaking in a very bellowing voice. ‘You have selected the right tools for the job Aether president, we will be the scalpel that will cut away that is the cancer that you call Team Freak , if lord Kyogre favours me and my brothers, we may even be able to amputated that entire world of existence from the multiverse.’ The man forms a pyramid shape above his head.. as if spelling the letter A. ‘For the Abyss!’  Nils the Darkrai looking one, follows suit but shapes a V. ‘We will send these people to the Void’. The woman chuckles. ‘Good to see you are eager, I have a contact in that world…the world we for now shall label Chaos, A pokémon profesor unaware of my true intentions, he offered to help me in trade for some much needed supplies, I can send two of you on the trainer journey giving you easy access to the world. The two others will have to find another way out. ‘Me and Nils shall take the more cunning route and infiltrate the trainer teams, our brothers here are the less tactical ones and their talents are more suited for the more hands on approach’ says the group eldest. ‘Very well then so it shall be’ replies the woman.  ‘Follow my assistant at the end of the room, they will send you to your location.’
Following their new employee’s orders they follow a man clad in white to a sterile looking room, some strange sounds can be heard from the ceiling. ‘Wait here and follow my instructions’ tells the employee who proceeds to move in an adjacent room behind some safety glass, taking along Grigori and Asmodeus. ‘I will drop them in at another location’ he says. ‘In order for you not to puke your guts out and collapse in an insult I need you to close your eyes right now then count back from 20.’  The man sounds sincere enough while working on some buttons. Luther and Nils don’t feel like throwing up with their masks on, so they decide to follow orders, about the time when their count reaches 3 seconds left, they can hear the sounds of the oceans and they feel their feet sinking deeper into the floor.

Welcome to Wuqu
After the count of twenty both prophets open their eyes and they find themselves on a grimey looking beach, with a derelict mall in the distance. However the beach is not normal, it’s coloured brightly neon yellow with some other colours mixed in. As they wonder about it a voice is providing an answer. ‘We painted that beach like that.. that way the Sandygasts and Pallosands can be spotted right away, they also hate the colour so they tend to stay away.’ The man walks closer, very hunched over, the man still seems of remarkable size, his hair white and long, donning a lab coat over something akin to more traditional Johto outfits, with a twist. He is using a cane to walk with on the top of it a Pokeball, Around his upper arm there is a band with a logo akin to the Aether logo of old world, but this time it has “legs” in the shape of the letter N. ‘Welcome to our wonderful world of Pokémon, welcome to Wuqu, you can call me profesor Azalea. It is nice to see such promising trainers coming to our aid to stop the blasted terrorists, they are terrorising the streets of Rathole town, quite possibly even behind that new drug that has been popping up’ Luther and Nils look at each other, intrigued by how different this world is already and follow the man as he guides them to the derelict mall. In front of the doors there are two man dressed in white, with heavy military equipment on their body guarding the door.Profesor Azalea talks with him showing him some idea and telling him that these are two guest trainers to be.  ‘Oh once you are inside this city you can not leave until you acquire the city’s gym badge. Hobbart , the headstrong Hobo is a kind soul, donating all his income to keep the Pokémon center and hospitals of this city running freely. He lives at the lowest level of this underground mall, with all the other homeless. But first you need a team.’ The priests simply nod accepting their faith and cover with some dignity , this will be interesting and this world is truly sick so it needs to be put out of its misery, is what both priests think. Once inside it’s an entirely different world.
An old woman is on a levitating wheelchair… but rather then wheels it’s operated on dead magnetise.. being made to levitate by passing a magnetic current through them with an old car battery attached to the chair sloppily. One of the poorly welded magnemite corpses falls off as the chair loses balance. Houses are no more then sizes of pop up stores, housing families in spaces not much larger than a single room. Neon lights, advertisements in a old language and new ones ..welded on top. Rattatas are trying to look for scraps of food before being clubbed by a large tattooed man. ‘Wel looks like my family will eat well tonight’ he says after picking up the two oddly shaped skull rattatas. A hologram of a twin tailed girl with long green hair dancing and singing is projected on the ceiling.
People walking with headphones on connected to a square device that plays some kind of old “cassette” like material, although with video hologram options now.  Ruffians huddling up in an ally to relieve one such music enthusiast of their gear… and most likely their life as well by the looks of it, and everyone else ignores it. Profesor Azalea  presses on and walk briskly for a man his age ignoring all the crime and awfulness. ‘This world will be better of in the void’ Nils said while shaking his head as he sees a young boy kicking a Lillipup.
The professor looks at them as he begins to speak once more. ‘All trainers are allowed to carry one active weapon, a “pair” still counts as one… if you carry a second weapon ..or more then 6 pokémon on you.. you are deemed a threat to the state and will be executed, I figure  you have already brought your own so we do not have to provide?’ Both Nils and Luther nod but the latter asks ‘More than six Pokémon do you not have a box system then?’ The profesor shakes his head and reacts in response ‘Nothing like in your world, you can drop off surplus Pokémon at the vault, so if you want to go hunt for a new pokemon and you carry six already take one to the vault preemptively, you can always swap them around and they will be send to your new location once you move. Ah we have arrived at the lab’
The professor opens a door, of  what would seem to have been an old restaurant of sorts before, some tinkered equipment can be seen in the back as he guides them towards a kitchen area that has been converted as well, heavy metal doors with numbers have replaced the coolers, and whatever store was next door has been converted to be a part of it as well. ‘Normally the new trainers will be subject to a test ..but you  use this waiting room to wait for your team members. I just hope they get here in time, feel free to use the tv in this room and take a seat.. do not break any gear though it all belongs to neo Aether… those who break Aether gear will be…’ the professor is interrupted by Luther ‘let me guess executed?’. The professor nods. ‘Your team mates should arrive shortly. My apologies for the hassle, I can not break their rules either.’ Luther and Nils nod, while Luther sits down Nils plays with the tv for a bit.  Only one channel of course, there is a movie on that channel. Three boys are walking down a railroad.

In the next episode episode, we will meet some more noble trainers, joining Luther and Nils on the Pokémon Gym challenge. Will the two doomsday priest be able to elude the group to their true intentions, will they be able to find out more about this Team Freak folks, and what atrocities does Rathole Town hold in store for our upcoming heroes? You will just have to wait and see what happens in the next installment of Pokémon Order and Chaos.
Until then, don’t go starting a dystopian corporate governance thing here..but stay  pink!
Until we read again! If you can’t wait, feel free to leave a like and a comment!