I have wanted to make this list for a couple of days, now. I couldn’t do it earlier, as my computer suffered a massive hard drive failure. I lost everything. So now I can update this sucker with something more interesting than depressing poetry. Yay!
So, what I wanted to do was make a list of the teams, in Pokemon, I’d use if I was an Elite Four member. I will be making lists of every type, their typing, and I won’t be using duplicates. The latter means I won’t use multiple same Pokemon in a single list or duplicates in other lists, IE, Charizard in both Fire and a Charizard in Flying. I shall make this true, by having half types where the first type is where they’ll be. So Scizor will be a Bug type, not a Steel type. The only exception to this rule is Flying type.
I should also mention, that I would be more vicious as an Elite Four. None of these level 50 with no real attacks. I would go all out. I will pull my teams from all current generations and make sure that I could handle a wide variety of types. This also means there will be legendary types in my teams. So, Dragon and Psychic will be especially stacked. Deal with it, it’s my list.
Dragon (My favorite type)
So there you have it. I actually came up with one more list. If I was the Champion. After you beat the Elite Four, there’s a Champion you must beat. They don’t conform to a type. So here’s my list.
It’s like all my warmth was siphoned away. Replaced with an everlasting cloud of ice. Can I ever be warm again?
As I stand at the water’s edge, I contemplate my own life. Is it worth holding on to a crumbling dream? Is it worth it to see others happy when I’m wallowing in despair? The freezing water calls to me. No more sadness. No more pain. Just sweet relief from all the anguish.
But what of those whom I leave behind, I ask of the river.
They don’t care about you. They never have. They never will. Not like I do.
As the tears flow from my eyes, I jump.
Wrapping my body in its cold embrace.
Bruised and battered, I sit in the gutter. My bones are broken. My soul is crushed. My heart is shattered.
I hold no signs for pity.
I beg for no money.
I sit here because I’ve no strength to stand.
I sit here, defeated, on my own.
It is all that I deserve.
Sorrow is my companion.
Anguish is my food.
Failure is my breath.
Let me die.
I realize I haven’t written anything in a while. I am mulling over some ideas regarding TWW. I may start all anew, I may not. But I’ve some ideas in the pipeline. Expect some stuff in the near future, folks.
Can’t keep happy
No one’s saying
What has gone wrong
White hot anger
Can’t complain though
Can’t be selfish
Not allowed to