I have a little abridging series based on the Pokemon Channel game going on at Deviant Art and Fanfiction.net. Hasn't got far, and I lack motivation, so maybe (re)posting here might give some encouragement. Yeah, I'm not in it for the views. Shocker. I'll post the first three chapters but what I ask is for criticism, nothing more, nothing less.
So without further ado, Pokémon Channel: The Short and Honest Version
Disclaimer: The following is a fan based parody. All creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s). I like writing. I like this story. Why can’t I combine both likes and put them out for the world for nonprofit purposes? It baffles me. They don’t want me to have fun, I swear.
If you recognize anything from the work of goodbye18000, don't worry, it's a collaboration. He supplies some material, I add to it, I write it, he reads it aloud. So there.
Do you know the tragedy, the pain, and the suffering of losing your TV? For two months? The shows you can't watch? The games you can't play? The weather reports? Believe me, it's not fun. Sure, I forgave Rex Pyro for burning down the T.V. It was an impressive Flamethrower… And I was neglecting him for a while… But… But… The TV… Whimper…
However, that will all be changed… ONCE THOSE DAMNED MAGNEMITE GET HERE!
My parents ordered it yesterday. My dad thought it would be OK to be without TV for a while, you know? At first I understood him, but two months was enough absence of TV for my sixteen year old mind to handle. Took a little persuasion out of Rex Pyro to order another one.
So it was ordered yesterday. And as everyone knows, Pokémon delivery system is insanely amazing. I know I friend of mine ordered a TV for himself the other day, from Pokémon Channel. Something about a free gift. It got there the following afternoon. Afternoon. I have no idea how far away the company is, but it should get here in a week, maybe two. But in two hours? That's just being a stalker.
And here I was, lounging in my bedroom, plain with battered star pattern wallpaper, a clock, a window, a couple of bare selves, and small bed. Dressed only in my hotrod printed pajamas with my bedhead of black dreads, I laid with the purple and cream colored cyndaquil that was Rex Pyro, napping on the floor.
Should have gotten it now- I turn my head to the sound of tapping. Four gray spheres with big white eyes, three screws and two magnets were magnetically carrying what appeared to be a normal blue TV fresh off the assembly line television.
"Finally! Where's that legendary service I heard so much about?" I scolded the magnemites.
"Maggg…," the tiny magnet pokémon whimpered. Never knew that was possible.
"Sorry about that," I apologized, "I'm little on the edge, you know, without TV." I started to sound like drug addict. Buts it's been FOREVER since I played Super Smash Bros. Melee.
"Magnet. Magnemite, mite." They seemed to understand what I was saying. For sentient balls of steel, they could understand emotion pretty well. One produced a clipboard a pen from nowhere, and began jabbing me with it.
"Oh, what now?" I asked irritated. Realizing I have yet to pay them, I ran out of my bedroom, to the living room where Mom left some cash for the delivery.
Once returning, I found that the magnemite had perfectly set up the television, even hooked up the GameCube and PS2. THAT was fast. "Alright, here's the cash, now leave," I said, desperately dying to kick Pikachu's *** with Roy.
The magnemite left after the transfer, and set myself up for the long awaited gaming session. I reached for the remote, pressed the power switch, and immediately, I was treated to a room with hundreds of TVs lining the walls, like a studio. At the center of the screen, was none than other, the famous Professor Oak. Who else has sandy hair, looks old, and constantly wears a lab coat?
"Ah, the TV seems to have arrived. Welcome to Pokémon Channel! This TV is a gift to you from Pokémon Channel. Pokémon Channel is a TV station that airs many kinds of Pokémon programs. You've been chosen as our test audience. But, first things first. May I have your name?"
Obviously this was recording for mass producing. No way would Professor Oak want to talk to me. A keyboard pops up on the screen, allowing me to type with the remote.
"Let me confirm this. Your name is" Xander", correct?" Amazingly, the professor said my name properly. Since when where computers this smart? "Xander, the first program is the brand-new anime called Pichu Bros. I'd like you to watch the anime all the way though. Let meet again after the show."
Wait. What? "What do you mean 'Meet again'? You're just a recording. A really good recording. Now what I'm going to do is switch to the 'Cube, and play some Melee."
But it seemed the TV didn't want to respond to my wishes. Instead, it began the show immediately. I figured I turn the channel, but it was stuck. Somehow. Not only that, but Rex Pyro seemed to be enjoying it. What. It was crappy as hell; no plot was introduced, just that there was a talking Mewoth scheming about some dream of his. That and some Pokémon who want to get the Meowth's crescent cards, consisting of two Pichus, a Magby, Teddiursa, Smoochum and a Wooper. Did I mention it was five minutes? Again, what. What kind of anime is this? You call this anime? Even The Good, The Bad, And The Sleepy was better than this. Who does he think he is, interrupting my gaming session, anyway?
Even if it was some old man or Lance, if it's just a recording, Oak's gonna a get a piece of my mind.