GGFan's Nuzlocke playthrough
May 25, 2012 16:51:09 GMT -8
Post by GGFan on May 25, 2012 16:51:09 GMT -8
I will only refer to it with that irreverent name just this once, so that you, my audience, will know that I, GGFan, am about to tell you a tragic tale of magnificent, sundry exploits and nefarious adultery, of mirth and weeping, of chivalry and chicanery, of love and hate, of peregrination and isolation.
From this point on, I will not call this story a "Nuzlocke;" instead, please remember this adventure by its given name, "Schande für die Leute." This means "Shame for the people" in German, and I have given the title this name, ostensibly because part of the story is about the terrible shame invoked by a malicious trainer and his naive Bidoof, but moreso because this story was inspired by a real life adventure in Germany. This should not be a surprise to any educated man, for the Germans are notorious for two things: their painfully long sentences, and their prolific oral and written tradition. The Germans are a loquacious and imaginative people, and aren't afraid to share their troubled and exotic past with strangers. In fact, when I overheard some Germans talking about a certain true story while exploring Neuschwanstein castle, one could tell that my interest was piqued, so he turned to me and asked, "Möchtest du mehr hören?" I nodded and sat with him for the rest of the day, listening to this "true story" in disbelief. It was so vivacious, so frightening, so depressing, and so tragic. So very tragic.
However, like other stories of its kind, I could only trust its veracity to an extent. I do not doubt it really happened at some point in time, but I felt that I had to dismiss the orator's nationalist proclivities and grandiose descriptions of the protagonist's prowess. Therefore, I tell to you a story that does away with the political agendas in favor of telling a more truthful story.
Now, one might ask, "Why write about Pokemon?" I write about them for two reasons: they are dumb but noble beasts who can knowingly or unknowingly change the world for the better or for the worse, and because I embrace my past as one of the most beloved and accomplished competitive Pokemon trainers of all time. I have won more tournaments than any other active trainer, and have beaten the very best that were offered to me. In addition to my success in my native land of *******, I am the only trainer to have won major tournaments in three different continents. I am also one of most versatile trainers to have ever competed; for example, in 2008 I became the first trainer to win a major tournament in every generation in one calendar year--none have accomplished this feat besides myself. Three were in Germany, and for that I won the first ever "Germany's Triple Crown award;" for three out of the four tournaments I won were in three different generations (RBY, GSC, and RSE).
As a celebrated and iconic trainer, I understand the implications behind Pokemon better than most. It is a game where thousands of people engage in ruthless violence for the purpose of proving that their virility is still intact. Others fight with weak Pokemon intentionally as an ineffectual means of highlighting their intellect should they manage to win. But these people are even worse than the former, because they don't care about the harm inflicted on these dumb, innocent creatures, who lack the appropriate means of defending themselves. To contrast, whenever I fight with Pokemon such as Porygon or Parasect, I make sure to teach them moves that complement the rest of my team and the situation of the battle. For instance, should I use Parasect, I will never paralyze anything. This way, Parasect can come in, put something to sleep, and at least fight nobly before he is smited.
As a trainer, I have jousted with many malicious trainers, just like the antagonist of my story. These kinds of trainers have casted aspersions towards me and spread their virulent calumny towards me, while paying no attention to their own infamy. I will never forget a trainer named "Vineon." His English was not so good because he came from a strange country that starts with the letter C (I do not remember the name, because this country is of no significance or consequence to anybody), and exhibited envy over my precocity in Pokemon. In one particular incident that stands out more than others, he once told me to lose in a tournament so that we could avoid a joust, dismissive to the fact that it was he who could lose. He lost this tournament, while I went on to defeat a man named Lesm46 in the finals. Lesm46 would go on to become one of Smogon's finest knights, though you may think he was me if you believe Smogon's libel; that is, that all of my victories were achieved as a result of mirror matches. Pah! At this point, I have defeated so many of Smogon's knights and have won so many tournaments, that to believe such nonsense you would have to be either a misguided child or, as we in the intelligent circle like to say, a Smodrone. But, it is worth noting that Smogophant is also rising in popularity.
Yes, I do admit that my story is influenced by my own experiences, but that does not diminish its veracity; rather, it is congruous with the trials and fierce battles fought by these people and Pokemon. Again, I must underscore the fact that this is all inspired by a true story. I do not say this, however, to acknowledge people's ingenuity, but their bellicosity and moments of stupidity and insatiable hunger for recognition. In many ways, people have wasted their magnificent brains; for they use them to shatter others' brains, both physically and mentally.
And now, I must tell you this story, because if there is one thing I have learned in my life, it is that a story--when told right, at least--will teach at least one person something about themselves and the world. Be both amazed and frightened at the story you are about to hear. Many people and Pokemon will die because of one trainer and his prized Bidoof that did not know what he was doing. Please forgive me Jesu Christ, for telling this story to begin with. Amen.
From this point on, I will not call this story a "Nuzlocke;" instead, please remember this adventure by its given name, "Schande für die Leute." This means "Shame for the people" in German, and I have given the title this name, ostensibly because part of the story is about the terrible shame invoked by a malicious trainer and his naive Bidoof, but moreso because this story was inspired by a real life adventure in Germany. This should not be a surprise to any educated man, for the Germans are notorious for two things: their painfully long sentences, and their prolific oral and written tradition. The Germans are a loquacious and imaginative people, and aren't afraid to share their troubled and exotic past with strangers. In fact, when I overheard some Germans talking about a certain true story while exploring Neuschwanstein castle, one could tell that my interest was piqued, so he turned to me and asked, "Möchtest du mehr hören?" I nodded and sat with him for the rest of the day, listening to this "true story" in disbelief. It was so vivacious, so frightening, so depressing, and so tragic. So very tragic.
However, like other stories of its kind, I could only trust its veracity to an extent. I do not doubt it really happened at some point in time, but I felt that I had to dismiss the orator's nationalist proclivities and grandiose descriptions of the protagonist's prowess. Therefore, I tell to you a story that does away with the political agendas in favor of telling a more truthful story.
Now, one might ask, "Why write about Pokemon?" I write about them for two reasons: they are dumb but noble beasts who can knowingly or unknowingly change the world for the better or for the worse, and because I embrace my past as one of the most beloved and accomplished competitive Pokemon trainers of all time. I have won more tournaments than any other active trainer, and have beaten the very best that were offered to me. In addition to my success in my native land of *******, I am the only trainer to have won major tournaments in three different continents. I am also one of most versatile trainers to have ever competed; for example, in 2008 I became the first trainer to win a major tournament in every generation in one calendar year--none have accomplished this feat besides myself. Three were in Germany, and for that I won the first ever "Germany's Triple Crown award;" for three out of the four tournaments I won were in three different generations (RBY, GSC, and RSE).
As a celebrated and iconic trainer, I understand the implications behind Pokemon better than most. It is a game where thousands of people engage in ruthless violence for the purpose of proving that their virility is still intact. Others fight with weak Pokemon intentionally as an ineffectual means of highlighting their intellect should they manage to win. But these people are even worse than the former, because they don't care about the harm inflicted on these dumb, innocent creatures, who lack the appropriate means of defending themselves. To contrast, whenever I fight with Pokemon such as Porygon or Parasect, I make sure to teach them moves that complement the rest of my team and the situation of the battle. For instance, should I use Parasect, I will never paralyze anything. This way, Parasect can come in, put something to sleep, and at least fight nobly before he is smited.
As a trainer, I have jousted with many malicious trainers, just like the antagonist of my story. These kinds of trainers have casted aspersions towards me and spread their virulent calumny towards me, while paying no attention to their own infamy. I will never forget a trainer named "Vineon." His English was not so good because he came from a strange country that starts with the letter C (I do not remember the name, because this country is of no significance or consequence to anybody), and exhibited envy over my precocity in Pokemon. In one particular incident that stands out more than others, he once told me to lose in a tournament so that we could avoid a joust, dismissive to the fact that it was he who could lose. He lost this tournament, while I went on to defeat a man named Lesm46 in the finals. Lesm46 would go on to become one of Smogon's finest knights, though you may think he was me if you believe Smogon's libel; that is, that all of my victories were achieved as a result of mirror matches. Pah! At this point, I have defeated so many of Smogon's knights and have won so many tournaments, that to believe such nonsense you would have to be either a misguided child or, as we in the intelligent circle like to say, a Smodrone. But, it is worth noting that Smogophant is also rising in popularity.
Yes, I do admit that my story is influenced by my own experiences, but that does not diminish its veracity; rather, it is congruous with the trials and fierce battles fought by these people and Pokemon. Again, I must underscore the fact that this is all inspired by a true story. I do not say this, however, to acknowledge people's ingenuity, but their bellicosity and moments of stupidity and insatiable hunger for recognition. In many ways, people have wasted their magnificent brains; for they use them to shatter others' brains, both physically and mentally.
And now, I must tell you this story, because if there is one thing I have learned in my life, it is that a story--when told right, at least--will teach at least one person something about themselves and the world. Be both amazed and frightened at the story you are about to hear. Many people and Pokemon will die because of one trainer and his prized Bidoof that did not know what he was doing. Please forgive me Jesu Christ, for telling this story to begin with. Amen.