This is inspired by Nem's similar work, but is part of a differently established 'universe' as it were. Note that this is not specifically related to Nem's 'Inner Demons' and any similarities are a coincidence as this will be more wide-reaching and more political in a sense than Inner Demons.
Deep within the bowels of the Internet there lies what would be analogous to a country in the Old World. That country is known as the United Fans Of Pokemon, UFOP. A country like you would expect, made up of cities and communities — but in a world outside of any reality you could fathom. In this world, fantastic things become real, people become more than they ever could in the Old World — and entire cities can be built up and led by the most ordinary... and the least ordinary of people.
This is one tale from one such city. A city unlike any other. The city... of Pokecharms.
"GET YER TRAINERCARDS HERE! GET YER TRAINERCARDS HERE!" A robot, dressed oddly in the fashion of an Old World market trader yelled across the busy high street — the main promenade in the whole of Pokecharms. Opposite were a number of huge buildings — as well as an open arch that led into a huge green field followed by high-rise skyscrapers on the horizon. Emblazoned across the archway was the word "The Forums"...
Nemesis walked through the lush green fields of the entrance to the Forums, four leafed clovers surrounding him everywhere as a constant reminder of the city's emblem. He watched the younglings run about and play — not allowed to enter the Forums properly until they had come of age, but encouraged to enjoy the benefits of the main city in the meantime — and smiled. It almost made him remember a time when he would have been amongst them — had the city been around at the time, of course. Those days were a long time past though. Much had happened in the years since — some he regretted, but playing his part in the creation of this city was most certainly not one of them. Unlike many other cities in the country, Pokecharms was a place of beauty, where even the buildings seemed to be at peace with the nature that surrounded them, somehow. The rest of the country, however, seemed to embrace angst and darkness like a merciless lover. Time was, that was exactly what Nemesis was looking for, but he saw something more in the potential of Pokecharms and was determined to uphold that — whatever the cost.
As he came up towards the main part of the Forums, the real heart of the city, he continued to be surrounded by greenery in trees and grassy paths but they had been joined by huge, towering buildings — as well as a few smaller ones in amongst them — and the tallest among them was the Staff building. A massive emblem of the city affixed to its tallest floors so the entire city would be able to view it, the building was a fully functional control base for the city, and effectively home to all the staff who helped to keep Pokecharms running. Nemesis had been gone for so long now, he couldn't wait to get back to his room, sleep in his own bed. That, and seeing everyone again after all these months of travelling was one of the only things keeping him on his tired feet as he continued to shuffle through town — greeting and being greeted by passers by on the way.
"Seems Nem's back from his assignment." A young — but not that young, let's not get carried away here — female voice called across the control room as she watched out the window at the growing commotion in town as Nem headed towards the building.
"Hmm? Oh... good." Came the distracted sounding reply, followed by the squeak of a leather chair as it swivelled around and was suddenly vacated as its former occupant headed over to the window to see for himself.
"Think he got the plans?" The woman enquired.
"Whether he did or not doesn't really matter any more, Katie..." Alex replied, reaching for a sheet of paper in the pocket of his long, white, lab coat and handing it to Katie.
"... like it or not, as of now — war is inevitable."
Katie looked down to the sheet of paper, as Alex continued to watch Nem's slow return. In her hands was a copy of a newspaper's front page — the country's best selling newspaper, even... and tomorrow's edition. Dread suddenly shot through her, though, as she read the damning headline — little else fitting onto the page for it:
Pokecharms: A Chronicle.
Deep within the bowels of the Internet there lies what would be analogous to a country in the Old World. That country is known as the United Fans Of Pokemon, UFOP. A country like you would expect, made up of cities and communities — but in a world outside of any reality you could fathom. In this world, fantastic things become real, people become more than they ever could in the Old World — and entire cities can be built up and led by the most ordinary... and the least ordinary of people.
This is one tale from one such city. A city unlike any other. The city... of Pokecharms.
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"GET YER TRAINERCARDS HERE! GET YER TRAINERCARDS HERE!" A robot, dressed oddly in the fashion of an Old World market trader yelled across the busy high street — the main promenade in the whole of Pokecharms. Opposite were a number of huge buildings — as well as an open arch that led into a huge green field followed by high-rise skyscrapers on the horizon. Emblazoned across the archway was the word "The Forums"...
Nemesis walked through the lush green fields of the entrance to the Forums, four leafed clovers surrounding him everywhere as a constant reminder of the city's emblem. He watched the younglings run about and play — not allowed to enter the Forums properly until they had come of age, but encouraged to enjoy the benefits of the main city in the meantime — and smiled. It almost made him remember a time when he would have been amongst them — had the city been around at the time, of course. Those days were a long time past though. Much had happened in the years since — some he regretted, but playing his part in the creation of this city was most certainly not one of them. Unlike many other cities in the country, Pokecharms was a place of beauty, where even the buildings seemed to be at peace with the nature that surrounded them, somehow. The rest of the country, however, seemed to embrace angst and darkness like a merciless lover. Time was, that was exactly what Nemesis was looking for, but he saw something more in the potential of Pokecharms and was determined to uphold that — whatever the cost.
As he came up towards the main part of the Forums, the real heart of the city, he continued to be surrounded by greenery in trees and grassy paths but they had been joined by huge, towering buildings — as well as a few smaller ones in amongst them — and the tallest among them was the Staff building. A massive emblem of the city affixed to its tallest floors so the entire city would be able to view it, the building was a fully functional control base for the city, and effectively home to all the staff who helped to keep Pokecharms running. Nemesis had been gone for so long now, he couldn't wait to get back to his room, sleep in his own bed. That, and seeing everyone again after all these months of travelling was one of the only things keeping him on his tired feet as he continued to shuffle through town — greeting and being greeted by passers by on the way.
"Seems Nem's back from his assignment." A young — but not that young, let's not get carried away here — female voice called across the control room as she watched out the window at the growing commotion in town as Nem headed towards the building.
"Hmm? Oh... good." Came the distracted sounding reply, followed by the squeak of a leather chair as it swivelled around and was suddenly vacated as its former occupant headed over to the window to see for himself.
"Think he got the plans?" The woman enquired.
"Whether he did or not doesn't really matter any more, Katie..." Alex replied, reaching for a sheet of paper in the pocket of his long, white, lab coat and handing it to Katie.
"... like it or not, as of now — war is inevitable."
Katie looked down to the sheet of paper, as Alex continued to watch Nem's slow return. In her hands was a copy of a newspaper's front page — the country's best selling newspaper, even... and tomorrow's edition. Dread suddenly shot through her, though, as she read the damning headline — little else fitting onto the page for it:
[size=72pt]Joe Merrick Murdered - Serebii DotNet Collapses.[/size]
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