Magikarp's Revenge
I am Magikarp.
The Goldeens in my pond call me dopey and stupid.
That's probably what I am.
My life is never fun.
I can never escape from those Goldeen.
It gets even more annoying when they evolve
Into Seaking from beating up on us Magikarp.
Then they taunt us some more.
But they are always soon captured.
For we live in a Pokémon preserve.
Whenever one of us evolves, we are taken
And sold to Pokémon trainers.
I am Magikarp.
I am underappreciated, unwanted until I evolve
And stupid.
Though I am sure that the best life for me
Is swimming around in this pond.
The other Magikarp tell horror stories
About Magikarp that are captured
Only to complete a Pokédex.
That sound horrible, and I never want it to happen to me.
The situation was getting worse.
There were less and less Pokémon swimming
In the pond.
When Goldeen evolved, they were taken out.
But no Goldeen were ever thrown back in.
We Magikarp are here only to evolve the Goldeen.
And of course we never evolve
For we only know Splash attack
Which isn't too effective underwater anyway.
The time came when the last Goldeen in the pond
Evolved into a Seaking.
We Magikarp were left alone.
I was left alone.
I am Magikarp.
Then we were taken out too.
The pond was drained.
It had served its purpose.
We were given to trainers.
I was luckier than most.
I was given to a young trainer
As his first Pokémon.
Most of the other Magikarp were used
Only to complete their trainers' Pokédexes.
My trainer was better.
He really did want me to become a powerful Pokémon.
But the trainer with only a Magikarp
Is the laughingstock of a town.
I am Magikarp.
Maybe things are looking up?
My trainer used me against everyone else.
I never won, and always fainted.
My life was a living hell.
Surely nothing could be worse than losing every fight?
But I began to get stronger.
My Splash attack was becoming better.
One day I actually beat a Charmander!
My trainer was really excited.
He had just gotten a Pikachu.
He gave up on me, but not to be cruel,
He let me go into the ocean.
I am Magikarp.
I am once again alone.
To spite my trainer, I tried to evolve
Into Gyrados.
I beat up on sleeping Pokémon
In the deep blue sea, at night.
After many many days
I was looking quite beat up.
For there are no Pokémon centers in the wild.
But then something really strange happened.
I evolved!
I am Gyrados.
I long for revenge.
Now that I was a dragon of sorts
I could go on land.
My trainer would pay
For releasing me into that cruel ocean.
But when I was in town,
Looking down at him,
I couldn't do it.
He threw a Pokéball at me
And I couldn't resist!
After all, he was my master.
We achieved greatness in that town.
We were no longer a laughingstock.
We beat the gym leader.
We decided to move on
And start our Pokémon journey.
I sparred against his Pikachu
And won all the time.
These are truly
The best days of my life.
Yet I feel like something is missing.
Could I?
Did I?
Was it possible
That I had liked
Being a Magikarp better?
Nah.
I am Gyrados.
My trainer and I will trample
Through gyms together, and maybe
Just maybe
Become the greatest trainer
And Pokémon
In the world!
My Life In the Pokéball: Kingler
I am Krabby.
I am a low level, water-type Pokémon.
My trainer caught me just to complete his Pokédex.
I live alone in my cramped Pokéball somewhere at the top of his shelf, where
he never looks.
I am Krabby.
I was so happy living in my pond.
I was free, at least I had a use: I entertained children.
The children used to come down to the pond to feed me.
Now I am alone.
I am Krabby.
I really could become a powerful Pokémon.
I could become a high-level and be of real use to my trainer.
I can surf, cut down bushes, and move boulders.
But my trainer doesn't care.
I am a low-level Pokémon.
My trainer doesn't care about me.
I am Krabby.
One day he took me out of my Pokéball.
I was exited; I though I was going to be trained.
Maybe even taught some new techniques.
But that was not to happen.
I was traded to another trainer for a low-level Pidgey.
What an insult, I thought, I must be better than a Pidgey.
If only I was allowed to fight.
I wish to be trained.
But I am not.
I am alone.
I am Krabby.
My new trainer keeps me on his belt.
I am his back-up Pokémon.
I am almost never allowed out of the Pokéball, let alone actually fight.
I wish that my master would be a true master and train me.
Given a choice, I wish I never had been captured.
It was wrong for my previous master to capture me.
At least before I could entertain children. Now I do nothing.
I was traded again. Then again.
I was the lonely Pokémon that nobody wanted.
I am Krabby.
This went on for many weeks.
Eventually, I had been traded away so many times all my masters had blended
together.
Until one day I became property of the greatest Pokémon trainer ever.
He allowed me out of the Pokéball.
He allowed me to fight.
I grew strong and gained levels.
I was no longer a low-level Pokémon.
Then one day the strangest thing happened.
I evolved!
I am Kingler.
I thought my master would love me now that I was more powerful.
But that did not happen.
I was put back in the Pokéball.
I wasn't let out ever again.
My cruel master had evolved me just to complete his Pokédex.
Oh how I longed for the days when I was loved by the children by the pond.
Of how I loved the days when I battled Pidgies to gain levels.
Maybe I should have cancelled evolution?
But how was I to know my cruel fate.
I am Kingler.
Nobody wants me.
I am alone.
I am Sandshrew.
I crawled through the tunnel, groggy and cut-up.
A trainer had attempted to capture me.
But I put up a vicious fight and managed to escape.
I am wounded.
I heard the chitters of Sandshrews echoing through the tunnel.
I was almost home!
As I made it to the big burrow that we shared,
The other Sandshrews gathered around me.
They wondered who had did this to me?
A trainer, I responded.
They started chittering angrily and plotting revenge.
I am Sandshrew, and feeling better.
I spent a couple days healing in my burrow.
A female Sandshrew that I liked was caring for me.
She went up to the surface and brought fresh berries for me to eat.
I was happy; I was being cared for by the Sandshrew I liked.
After this fiasco was over I think I was going to go for it.
But not now; I am too weak and I haven't avenged my attackers.
The other Sandshrews are helping me.
I've heard that this trainer is still in the woods.
Good for me.
I am Sandshrew.
I was feeling fine. We planned to attack the trainer
And his Pokémon, that vicious Fearow, tonight.
We slowly crept out of our burrow.
My favorite female Sandshrew was by my side.
We found the trainer sleeping in a sleeping bag about five hundred paces
away.
Boy were we going to get him!
I am Sandshrew, and I am going to show him how to treat Pokémon.
We stormed his camp like insane waddling Psyducks.
We tore up his clothes and his sleeping bag.
We stole his Pokéballs and Pokédex.
We left him, dazed and confused, his Pokémon journey over.
Right before we re-entered our burrow, we heard his long, anguished cry.
Maybe it was wrong to steal Pokémon that willingly fought for him?
I am Sandshrew. The attack on me had been avenged.
We opened his Pokéballs in our burrow.
We told his Pokémon we were going to set them free.
One of them, a Caterpie, probably recently captured, wanted to go free.
He needed help out of the burrow, so I gave him a boost.
Then the other Pokémon came out.
He had had them long enough, and they went back into their Pokéballs.
They wanted to be returned to him.
I said affirmative, as I couldn't hold them against their free will.
Even if their free will had been altered by their Pokéballs.
The last to come out was the Fearow.
It attacked me, and the other Sandshrews came to my aid.
Since we were in a burrow, it couldn't fly around.
It was at a major disadvantage.
Even so, it was very strong.
I am Sandshrew.
I attacked it with Dig attack and then Tackle.
It used its teeth and claws and beat me up.
Then the strangest thing happened.
I learned a new attack, Seismic Toss!
But this was strange.
Yet I used the attack, and defeated the Fearow.
We tied it up and asked it to return into its Pokéball when it woke up
again.
It did.
I am Sandshrew.
That afternoon, we held up a white flag and delivered the Pokéballs back to
their master.
He was happy, and even gave us some Pokémon food.
I guess he did care for his Pokémon, though in a human sort of way.
Then the strangest thing happened that night.
I evolved!
I was happy; everyone in the burrows rejoiced.
I was the first to evolve in a long while.
And I got my girl, too!
I am Sandslash, and incredibly happy. I am on the first night of my
honeymoon.
