Post by ardos on Mar 10, 2012 21:35:45 GMT -5
It was night in Goldenrod. Most people were out and about by now, enjoying the night life and such, exploring the city, all those whimsical activities tourists do. Yet this story takes place in the under belly of the city, where crime is the only trend and black markets are more common than Walmarts in Texas. What is a Texas? I don't know, why don't you ask those teachers that don't seem to exist in the pokemon world.
Here in the narrow underground hall, lay a mysterious man running a mysterious stand towards the left of the hall, crammed between an ammo stand and a powder Cubone drug stand. There was a sign over the stand, which read "Tips", and the man running the stand was a shifty being with blue hair and a creepy smile. Beside, him, was his trusty Bouffalant, way better than that damn Tauros he had a while back. Oh how he loved his Bouffalant, it meant so much to him now. It would be a horrible shame if anything were to happen to it....at all....at any time...
At one point, someone got curious and approached Ardos' stand with two of his friends. He was a burly, wearing tight leather jeans and a black tank top. The thug scratched his bald head as he approached the stand and said, "So uh, what's this for?" Ardos' smile turned more toothy, "I give tips good sir." "For how much?" asked the thug. Ardos' smile grew larger, "I give it ahead of time, and charge depending on your reaction." The thug scratched his chin and looked back to his buddies. Both nodded for him to try it. How could it hurt? The thug soon shrugged and nodded as well. Ardos looked to his Bouffalant, who snorted with devious happiness. He then leaned in close to his customer and said, "Your outfit is horrid, you should dunk it in acid so that you can never wear it again. How dare you wear those pants when you are obviously so damn fat. My God man, how could you live with all those rolls that are exposed by that tank top. You should be ashamed of yourself, you bloody shit head. I hope your eyes suddenly fly out of your head so that you can see what an ass you are. You're pathetic fashion style is only overshadowed by that hair do of yours which was obviously created due to a birth defect created by your Mother and Father committing incest. I bet you didn't know they were related. They are cousins, you should kill them and then kill yourself....just thought you should know."
The men looked at Ardos for a long while, the middle thug slowly growing red with rage. After a moment, Ardos said, "That will be 1,000,000 poke please." The bald thug slammed his fist on the stand and cried, "I rather bash your face in." He didn't get to though, as Ardos' Bouffalant put it's front hooves on the stand and bashed it's head upon the thug's. The thug crumpled to the ground, and his friends ran in fear soon after. Ardos chuckled, "This is fun, we should do this more often." The Bouffalant nodded.
Here in the narrow underground hall, lay a mysterious man running a mysterious stand towards the left of the hall, crammed between an ammo stand and a powder Cubone drug stand. There was a sign over the stand, which read "Tips", and the man running the stand was a shifty being with blue hair and a creepy smile. Beside, him, was his trusty Bouffalant, way better than that damn Tauros he had a while back. Oh how he loved his Bouffalant, it meant so much to him now. It would be a horrible shame if anything were to happen to it....at all....at any time...
At one point, someone got curious and approached Ardos' stand with two of his friends. He was a burly, wearing tight leather jeans and a black tank top. The thug scratched his bald head as he approached the stand and said, "So uh, what's this for?" Ardos' smile turned more toothy, "I give tips good sir." "For how much?" asked the thug. Ardos' smile grew larger, "I give it ahead of time, and charge depending on your reaction." The thug scratched his chin and looked back to his buddies. Both nodded for him to try it. How could it hurt? The thug soon shrugged and nodded as well. Ardos looked to his Bouffalant, who snorted with devious happiness. He then leaned in close to his customer and said, "Your outfit is horrid, you should dunk it in acid so that you can never wear it again. How dare you wear those pants when you are obviously so damn fat. My God man, how could you live with all those rolls that are exposed by that tank top. You should be ashamed of yourself, you bloody shit head. I hope your eyes suddenly fly out of your head so that you can see what an ass you are. You're pathetic fashion style is only overshadowed by that hair do of yours which was obviously created due to a birth defect created by your Mother and Father committing incest. I bet you didn't know they were related. They are cousins, you should kill them and then kill yourself....just thought you should know."
The men looked at Ardos for a long while, the middle thug slowly growing red with rage. After a moment, Ardos said, "That will be 1,000,000 poke please." The bald thug slammed his fist on the stand and cried, "I rather bash your face in." He didn't get to though, as Ardos' Bouffalant put it's front hooves on the stand and bashed it's head upon the thug's. The thug crumpled to the ground, and his friends ran in fear soon after. Ardos chuckled, "This is fun, we should do this more often." The Bouffalant nodded.