Heyo hiyo. Discussion thread, check it out here: http://pokecharms.com/threads/desert-island-survival-discussion-thread.13916/#post-293676
Long story short, buncha kiddos have to survive a Lord of the Flies style adventure on a vacant island, first having to survive their steamboat sinking as they all try and escape a Pokemon world in nuclear war. Fun? Fun. Go check out that discussion thread for better plot description (not by much lmao), characters, and rules.
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The rickety churn of the steamboat through the sea was about as irregular as Desmond's breathing. His home, his mother, his father... It was all wrong! He had seen the posters, they said that the war would be a good thing, would correct the world. It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't have been forced from his home. None of them should've been. Unova had the upper hand, they had said. Bombs that could wipe out regions at a time in the blink of an eye, why was there no surrender from anywhere else?
Mentally, it was as if he was pacing back and forth, but the vertigo that would've sent him reeling if he tried to stand kept him huddled to the ground, knees to his chest, with Koda, his beloved Teddiursa, hugged tightly. Chelle, his Taillow, too, was with him. She had burrowed into his shirt for comfort, and was squeezed just as tightly in the embrace. Children sobbed all around him, just as frantic, and with their own two Pokemon in similar positions. In his right fist, nervous and sweaty, he clutched his older sister's handkerchief, made of simple red cloth that wrinkled a bit too easily. Tentatively, he wrapped it around his forehead, trying to let it soak up the cold sweat that was forming, but to no avail
Long story short, buncha kiddos have to survive a Lord of the Flies style adventure on a vacant island, first having to survive their steamboat sinking as they all try and escape a Pokemon world in nuclear war. Fun? Fun. Go check out that discussion thread for better plot description (not by much lmao), characters, and rules.
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The rickety churn of the steamboat through the sea was about as irregular as Desmond's breathing. His home, his mother, his father... It was all wrong! He had seen the posters, they said that the war would be a good thing, would correct the world. It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't have been forced from his home. None of them should've been. Unova had the upper hand, they had said. Bombs that could wipe out regions at a time in the blink of an eye, why was there no surrender from anywhere else?
Mentally, it was as if he was pacing back and forth, but the vertigo that would've sent him reeling if he tried to stand kept him huddled to the ground, knees to his chest, with Koda, his beloved Teddiursa, hugged tightly. Chelle, his Taillow, too, was with him. She had burrowed into his shirt for comfort, and was squeezed just as tightly in the embrace. Children sobbed all around him, just as frantic, and with their own two Pokemon in similar positions. In his right fist, nervous and sweaty, he clutched his older sister's handkerchief, made of simple red cloth that wrinkled a bit too easily. Tentatively, he wrapped it around his forehead, trying to let it soak up the cold sweat that was forming, but to no avail