Golfer2012's sudden passing came as a dreadful shock to me and to all of us on Advancers. I've decided to create this Golfer would have enjoyed. Golfer loved drabblematic very much and never failed to amuse us.
Gary Oak has made an epic discovery
Misty: What is that???
Gary: I know who wrote My Immortal!
Tracey: Wasn't that a troll fic done by someone called Tara?
Ash: navi hurd ov it11
Pikachu: I don't read fan fiction very often, but when I do; it's awesome.
Dawn: I love fan fics
Iris: I never get time for them.
Misty: Me neither.
Serena: I wrote a fanfic called The Diary Of Sailor Moon, and thought I was the real sailor moon.
Gary Oak: I'm the greatest fanfic writer in Pallet Town.
Ash: ur teh onli fanfic riter in pallet
Iris: Ash, can you try and type properly... I can't understand you.
Cilan: Hey Iris, remember those bedtime stories I read to you. Some of those were fan fiction.
Iris: Where they? I never noticed...
Misty: That sounds very sweet and romantic.
May: You're lucky to have someone like Cilan.
Cilan: Good fics are very hard to find. Bad ones can hurt your brain and leave a sour aftertaste. It makes you yearn for bleach in the middle of the night.
Ash: nt worf da rizk
Cilan: But good fics fill your soul with joy and happiness. It makes your heart feel cozy like a child with warm milk... it's so sweet. Good fan fics are best served as a sharing platter.
Ash miss Cilan's sosajizz
May bursts out laughing
Brock: What on earth have you been up to?
Tracey: Uhm...Ash you might want to rephrase that.
Misty: That sounds like sausages
Gary Oak: So guys... tell me what a sosajizz is?
Cilan: You see I have special recipes.
Ash: his food is delilush
Gary Oak: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
Ash: u aint got nuffin 2 show but aniway not like dat he's a good coock
Pikachu: Yes, Ash meant sausages. Cilan used to make very nice sausage sandwiches.
Iris: I've finally got a house with the windows and doors!
Gary Oak: Tasty!
Cilan: THE BAD GRAMMAR AND SEXUAL INNUENDO IS RAPING MY MIND! MY HEAD IS SPINNING.
Iris: Quit being kids, all I said was I had a house with windows and doors.
Gary Oak: Congratulations on hitting puberty!You're now automatically a million steps ahead of Ash.
Brock: My Onix and Bianca's Cloyster make a great combination.
Misty: WE DO NOT HAVE TO KNOW!
AND KEEP YOUR NURSE JOY AND OFFICER JENNY PORN TO YOURSELF!
Serena: Out of curiosity Gary... who did write My Immortal?
Gary: The writer is here! In this very chatroom.
Ash: Huh? Serena wud neva rite dat
Gary: No Ashy-boy, I meant you darling. You are the daring writer of My Immortal.
Misty: I can't imagine Ash writing fan fics.
Serena: Nor can I.
May: I've never seen him do one.
Gary: I mean look at it. Ash is a very bad writer. My Immortal is totally his style of writing.
Ash: HEY WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S MY STYLE OF WRITING. I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FAN FICS. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY ARE.
Iris: You can come out of your shell now, Cilan.
Cilan pops out
Cilan: Brilliant Ash! You're using proper online etiquette.
Iris: Cilan and I had a double battle in Blackthorn City.
Ash: Really that's cool.
Pikachu: How did it go?
Cilan: It was a very exotic experience. We were in a tight position. Very moist and very wet.
Serena: Must have been raining.
Gary : I love the way you just said that. Did you catch the names of the trainers?
Cilan: As a matter of fact we did.
Iris: Namow Latem and Ijizzin Mipants.
Iris: I took that Metopod down before he got a chance to harden.
Tracey: Boy those sure are names you don't come across every day.
Ash: Well I'm glad you won. I heard they were hard.
Serena: Ash, do you have any idea how dirty that sounded?
Ash: Dirty? What do you mean. My computer's clean, I had it checked out last night.
Serena: Not what I meant... you haven't changed in all the years that I met you.
Iris: I fancy some of Cilan's spotted dick!
Ash: That sounds nice
Gary: It's spotty is it?
Dawn: TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI
Cilan: SHE MEANS THE BRITISH DESERT WITH FRUITY SPONGE AND CUSTARD!
Iris: That's right little kids. Get your head out of the gutter.
Cilan: You should all come to my restaurant.
Gary: What and lick on your lollipop?
May: That 50 cent reference is old.
Gary: I'm Gary Oak, I can make it fresh!
Ash: Oh gosh, you're not considering covering Candyshop are you?
Gary: I always win at karaoke contests.
Serena: Uhm... this song? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRcnnId15BA
Brock: You know I really don't mind rap music very much, but 50 Cent is a bit off for me. He just reminds me so much of me.
Pikachu has changed the topic to Let's go to Cilan's Candy Shop
Pikachu: Gary you know that I'll always be funnier than you.
Dawn: BRB guys wild goldfuck
Cilan slams head against the computer desk!
Brock: Calm down Cilan, it's only a typo.
Iris holds Cilan back and makes him sit on a chair.
Paul: Look guys don't type anything if you think it's going to include anything rude.
Ash: Good idea, Paul.
Serena: Let's do something different... how about this? http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
Ash: What is that?
Serena: It's a fanfic generator. A shame Clemont's offline. He loves doing this with his favourite Star Trek characters.
To build your own Instant Drabble, just fill in the blanks. Instant genius!"
What is this I don't even..
Misty: I guess we have to fill in the blanks.
Gary: I'm already a genius by default.
Serena: So who's going first?
Dawn: I'm back!
May: Welcome back!
Dawn: Thanks baby.
Gary: Ladies first, then age before beauty.
Dawn: What names do we put?
Gary: You've got to put two of us in.
Tracey: Hey guys sorry I was away. I just nodded off.
Dawn: Uhm Okay, I'll use Ash first and pair him with everybody.
Cilan: Ah Drabblematic is an awesome site with an awesome flavour!
Dawn: The Discreet Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Misty and Ash went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Misty hit Ash in her eyes with a big light iceball. It hurt a lot, but Misty kissed it gracefully and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really fluffy snow man!" Misty said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Ash said. "That would be more pink and politically correct."
"I know," Misty said. "We can make a snow kitty. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up deeply and made a hot snow kitty. Misty put on a wig for the hair. The kitty was almost as big as Ash.
"It looks sexy," Misty said suddenly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Ash said and held up an interesting handbag. "I found this in the shop." She put the handbag onto the kitty's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the kitty, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like the wing through my trees..
Ash screamed softly and ran but the snow kitty chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow kitty shopping her thoughtfully.
"Nobody does that to my little Confident Dress," Misty screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow kitty through the nails. It fell down and Misty kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Ash said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The handbag lay in the yard until a dazzling child picked it up and took it home.
Gary: I'm that dazzling child. :P
May: Ah snow kitty that sounds cute.
Misty: To my little confident dress... XD
Ash: Gee thanks for making me a girl, Dawn.
Gary: Something you're not telling us.
Tracey: That would make a good picture.
May: Refresh it Dawn.
Paul: That's not too bad I suppose.
Iris: Other than the gender swap, it's alright.
Dawn: Okay just refreshed it.
Ash and Misty
by William Shakespeare
Misty appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the wig, and Misty is the kitty.
Arise, pink kitty, and shop the hot handbag.
See, how he leans his nails upon his hair!
O, that I were a glove upon that hair,
That I might touch that nails!
O Ash, Ash! wherefore art thou Ash?
What's in a name? That which we call an eyes
By any other name would smell as sexy
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the wing through my trees."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove dazzling.
Swain, by yonder hot handbag I swear
That tips in the shop the discreet dress--
O, swear not by the handbag, the fluffy handbag,
That softly changes in its interesting orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise interesting.
Sweet, confident night! A thousand times confident night!
Parting is such light sorrow,
That I shall say confident night till it be morrow.
Sleep dwell upon thy nails, peace in thy hair!
Would I were sleep and peace, so thoughtfully to rest!
gracefully will I to my pink eyes's cell,
Its help to shop, and my sexy eyes to tell.
Cilan has changed the topic to: Arise, pink kitty, and shop the hot handbag.
Dawn: To Suddenly Shop
Ash and Misty were celebrating a discreet Valentine's Day together. Ash had cooked an interesting dinner and they ate in the shop by candlelight.
"My darling," Misty said, stroking Ash's eyes, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Ash. "It is but a pink token of my sexy love."
Ash opened the box. Inside was a hot handbag! She gazed at it deeply. Then she gazed at Misty deeply. "It's fluffy," Ash said. "Come here and let me shop you."
Just then, a dazzling crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like the wing through my trees.. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a light voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Misty read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."
They stared at each other gracefully as the crone cackled some more. Ash's hair began to tremble. Then Misty shrugged, pulled out a wig, and hit the crone on her nails. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Ash said and kissed Misty thoughtfully. "This is a confident Valentine's Day!"
They softly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they shopping each other all night long.
May: The Miracle Of The Torchic
Serena hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it like riding a rainbow. She loathed it.
Every December, Serena would feel herself getting all fallen inside. She refused to put up a Christmas bandana, she snapped at anyone hungry enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Serena had to go to the mall to buy a big ribbon. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing softly around and so much Christmas music blaring thoughtfully, she thought her lips would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a sweet woman collecting for charity. Serena never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the sweet woman dropped his bells and ran on the throne. There was a sapphire torchic right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the sweet woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Serena rushed out and suddenly pushed them both out of the way. There was a light bang and then everything went dark.
When Serena woke up, she was in an amazing room. There was a Christmas bandana in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Serena's knees hurt. A lot.
The sweet woman came into the room. "I'm so sexy!" she said. "You're awake. My name is Dawn. You saved me from the truck. But your knees is broken."
Serena hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas bandana up and her knees was broken, she felt quite ruby, especially when she looked at Dawn.
"Your knees must hurt gracefully," Dawn said. "I think this will help." And she shopping Serena several times.
Now Serena felt very ruby indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Dawn. "I love you," she said, and kissed Dawn deeply.
"I love you too," said Dawn. Just then, the torchic ran into the room and nuzzled Serena's arms. "I brought him home with us," Dawn said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Serena said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Serena: Deeply Tripping
Ash tripped along suddenly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Gary, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a pikachu hopping along, carrying a ribbon in its mouth.
Ash was almost on the throne when he came across a random cake, lying alone on a hilarious plate. "That must be a treat from my sweet bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked weird, so he ate it.
It gave him the most frisky tingling sensation in his lips. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Gary.
When Gary came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Ash cried gracefully.
"Your knees! And your arms!" Gary said. "They're hungry! Can't you feel it?"
Ash felt his knees and his arms. They were indeed quite hungry. "Oh, no!" Ash said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that random cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Gary said. "I got you a pokeball. It must have been that hyper man who lives nearby. He acts a little thoughtfully, ever since he swimming a cap."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Ash sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Gary said slowly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your knees is really big like that."
"Really?" Ash dried her tears. Ash kissed Gary and it was an entirely clean sensation, like painting the portrait of the century.
They spent the night having entirely clean sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Misty: I'm Dreaming Of A Strange Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Cilan sat thoughtfully rocking the train, sipping hyper eggnog.
He looked at the random feather bow hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Iris had hung it there, just before they looked at each other suddenly and then fell into each other's arms and riding each other's arms.
If only I hadn't been so stupid, Cilan thought, pouring a thirsty amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Iris might not have got so fried and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a funny tear and held his lips in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a clean voice lifted deeply up in song.
I'm dreaming of a strange Christmas
Just so fast they were the wind
Cilan ran to the door. It was Iris, looking shocking all over with snow.
"I missed you gracefully," Iris said. "And I wanted to ride your arms again."
Cilan hugged Iris and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Iris said.
"I think so too," Cilan said and they riding each other's arms until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted axew knees and lived slowly until Cilan got drunk again.
Tracey: The Battle For The Pokeball
On the throne, Ash swimming his pokeball. He had been busy with the pokeball for hours and now wanted nothing more than a hungry cuddle or a weird massage from his lover May.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his clean May appeared at the door, grinning slowly.
"Put down the pokeball," May said deeply. "Unless you want me to swim that pokeball on your arms."
Ash put down the pokeball. He was random. He had never seen May so hyper before and it made him hilarious.
May picked up the pokeball, then withdrew a cap from her lips. "Don't be so random," May said with a hyper grimace. "A pikachu bit my knees this morning, and everything became frisky. Now with this pokeball and this cap I can deeply rule the world!"
Ash clutched his big knees gracefully. This was his lover, his clean May, now staring at him with a hyper lips.
"Fight it!" Ash shouted. "The pikachu just wants the pokeball for his own clean devices! He doesn't love you, not the hungry way I do!"
Ash could see May trembling gracefully. Ash reached out his arms and touched May's lips deeply. He was clean, so clean, but he knew only his big love for May would break the pikachu's spell.
Sure enough, May dropped the pokeball with a thunk. "Oh, Ash," she squealed. "I'm so hungry, can you ever forgive me?"
But Ash had already moved on the throne. Like painting the portrait of the century, he pressed his arms into May's lips. And as they fell together in a frisky fit of love, the pokeball lay on the floor, hilarious and forgotten.
Misty: Don't like my one. I'm gonna refresh.
Pikachu: The Vigilant Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Dawn and Paul went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Dawn hit Paul in his finger with a big fiesty iceball. It hurt a lot, but Dawn kissed it quickly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really thunderous snow man!" Dawn said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Paul said. "That would be more enchanting and politically correct."
"I know," Dawn said. "We can make a snow piplup. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up suddenly and made a fierce snow piplup. Dawn put on a Soul Badge for the arms. The piplup was almost as big as Paul.
"It looks strange," Dawn said deeply. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Paul said and held up an electric Earth Badge. "I found this winning the battle." He put the Earth Badge onto the piplup's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the piplup, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a true champion.
Paul screamed slowly and ran but the snow piplup chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow piplup fightinh him thoughtfully.
"Nobody does that to my little Strong Marsh Badge," Dawn screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow piplup through the hands. It fell down and Dawn kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Paul said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The Earth Badge lay in the yard until a beautful child picked it up and took it home.
Misty: A Train In Time
On a stupid and thirsty morning, Cilan sat rocking the train. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His knees ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Iris to love someone with a clean arms?
Deeply, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a fried hyper rose, all on a summer's day. I wish my Iris would ride me, in her own strange way..."
"Do you?" Iris sat down beside Cilan and put her hand on Cilan's lips. "I think that could be arranged."
Cilan gasped suddenly. "But what about my clean arms?"
"I like it," Iris said thoughtfully. "I think it's random."
They came together and their kiss was so fast they were the wind.
"I love you," Cilan said slowly.
"I love you too," Iris replied and riding him.
They bought an axew, moved in together, and lived gracefully ever after.
Paul: Huh? Electric Earth Badge?
Iris: A Nurse Joy Doujin In Time
On a spicy and sour morning, Brock sat cooking a show. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His arms ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Cilan to love someone with a piping hot heart?
Thoughtfully, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a dry diced onion, all on a summer's day. I wish my Cilan would jive me, in his own sweet way..."
"Do you?" Cilan sat down beside Brock and put his hand on Brock's feet. "I think that could be arranged."
Brock gasped quickly. "But what about my piping hot heart?"
"I like it," Cilan said deeply. "I think it's tasty."
They came together and their kiss was like a feast for the eyes.
"I love you," Brock said slowly.
"I love you too," Cilan replied and jiving him.
They bought a cooking bowl, moved in together, and lived suddenly ever after.
Cilan: The Cold Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Iris strode along the path, making for Feisty Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, she carried the Piping hot Bum, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Bottom.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave her warning and she drew her succulent chocolate just in time to face the sweet woman who flew at her with such grace that she was almost dazzled.
The woman struck suddenly, and Iris barely raised her chocolate to meet the attack. They fought long and thoughtfully until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Iris found herself forced to one knee, the woman's chocolate pressed to her tasty hip. "I am May of Fiesty Castle," she said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Piping hot Bum. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you melting into the pan at the candy shop."
But Iris had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up her chocolate with a twist, overpowered May and pinned her to the ground. "What say you now?" Iris said, looking down upon her.
May's cheek shimmered sweet like chocolate. "I have underestimated you, Iris. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Iris's desire was enflamed. Her hip throbbed and all her thoughts were to cook May like a chocolate fish. Iris caressed May's caramelized cheek and she responded. They came together quickly, and their joining was as diced as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet marshmallow!" Iris groaned and cooking May as slowly as she could.
"Ouch!" she yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Iris said. "That's where I put the Piping hot Bum for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed deeply on the grass, forgetful of all but their yummy love. "We will stay together forever," May said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Bottom never got the Piping hot Bum and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
Ash: What on earth are you doing guys? These are so weird and random. Someone should do a Team Rocket one.
Pikachu: The Adventure Of The Meowth
Jessie and James were out for a fiesty Valentine's walk melting into the pan at the candy shop. As they went, James rested his hand on Jessie's bottom. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so caramelized, Jessie was filled with cold dread.
"Do you suppose it's yummy here?" she asked quickly.
"You sweet silly," James said, tickling Jessie with his marshmellow. "It's completely tasty."
Just then, a piping hot Meowth flew out from behind a chocolate and cooking James in the hip. "Aaargh!" James screamed.
Things looked succulent. But Jessie, although she was diced, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a bum and, sweet like chocolate, beat the Meowth deeply until it ran off. "That will teach you to cook innocent people."
Then she clasped James close. James was bleeding slowly. "My darling," Jessie said, and pressed her lips to James's cheek.
"I love you," James said thoughtfully, and expired in Jessie's arms.
Jessie never loved again.
Here you go!
Gary: These are the best.
Tracey: They do make me laugh.
Paul: I think that's enough for now. I'm going to bed. Gym battle tomorrow.
Ash: Good luck Paul!
Dawn: You can do it!
Tracey: And I've got to go back to work in the lab.
Gary: Tell Grandpa I said hello.
Tracey: Sure will.
Misty: I need to take Dewgong to the pokemon centre. So see you guys soon.
Brock: And I've got a whole life of loving waiting for me.
Serena: I think it's just us then.
Gary: Who's us?
Serena: Me, Ash, May, Dawn and you.
Pikachu: Don't forget me! ]<
Iris: Cilan and I are here too.
Cilan: Though we'll be going soon.
Ash: What for?
Cilan: To go on the trains.
Iris: Cilan loves trains.
Cilan: They are Arceus' greatest invention!
Serena: *Googles* Uhm it says Samuel Homfray invented the train in 1803.
Cilan: He is the human equivalent!
Iris: See ya later guys.
Ash: Bye Iris! Bye Cilan.
May: Bye! <3
Dawn: Have fun.
Gary: I wonder what they'll get up to?
Ash: Gary stop talking dirty.
Pikachu: we're all dropping like flies.
Serena: That was a good chat.
Officer Jenny: Brock is so handsome, talented, sexy and good looking. He's the best.
Pikachu: In your dreams!
Serena: Well you've always got your rice balls and doughnuts.