Personal Narrative-Pokemon Game

I play videogames quite a lot. Most of my free time after school is spent indulging myself in the virtual world. Now I'm sure almost every applicant has gamed to some extent, but throughout high school I've taken gaming to a new dimension. I play videogames competitively and I earn money by doing so. I've earned roughly one thousand dollars playing games such as Minecraft, Overwatch, and Call of Duty. Although competitive gaming is now an extremely stable position, I never considered pursuing that path. I do however enjoy the competitive aspect that videogames have to offer as well as the small amount of income I can receive in competing. Those I am close with consider me to me naturally gifted when it comes to video games due to my ability

December 17th, that is my birthday. Having switched school counties in middle school my birthdays always had to find the best of both worlds between two different groups of friends. Well, I had recently discovered the magic of social storytelling in games like Dungeons & Dragons. At this point three of my friends and I would meet up every two weeks for a late night session of fantasy tabletop role-playing. These nights were the high points of our social lives; it only made sense that I wanted ALL of my friends to experience this awesome game. So, I invited everyone asking them to come over around 6:00 p.m. and expect to be there until around midnight. I loaded up on snacks, came up with an adventure for us all to go through, and actually cleaned a little. Everything was set up for everyone to have fun, eat snacks, stay up late, and hopefully find a new hobby. Unfortunately that is not at all what happened.

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

It was a dark thursday night in April. The sky was clear enough to see the moon shining brightly along with many small circular diamonds. I’m in a dark blue Avalanche, being driven to a baseball diamond. I play for the MIlwaukee Brewers on a little league level. It’s my last game of the season, and I can’t wait for the umpire to say the words “Play Ball” (which states that the game has begun).

Adrenaline was rushing through every vein in my body granting me immunity from doubt and logic. I tuned out the distracting clattering of my brother and the disappointed sigh from my mother as she heard my shrieking. Working with my teammate, Garen, we held back at the final turret. Delightfully murdering minion after minion, I slowly built up my courage. Suddenly one of the enemy champions wandered a bit too close for his sake. I grinned instantly planning to stun him. My hands moved as if by magic, the exact movements had become muscle memory. I used my right hand to place the cursor expertly over his poor head; in a split second, I had struck down on the "E" key stunning him. I smugly smiled; his health was about to drop instantly by 370hp after I landed my attack. Suddenly, my teammate jumped on the opportunity. As a close range attacker, he had gambled his life to flash into unsafe territory. I remained behind supporting to the best of my ability. Anxiety flooded my previously excited body; he had made it awfully effortless for us to be ambushed. Swiftly, Lux and Trundle emerged from the shrubbery on either side of us. My brain froze; my heart dropped to my

“Play ball.” Says the umpire as the Senior Rams take the field and the Hempstead Mustangs were getting ready to bat. This was it. This was our final chance to make all of our hard work pay off, and achieve the one main goal we all had in mind, state.

“Ah. The championship game,” I said to Grace, one of my best friends, during warm-ups for our biggest lacrosse game yet.

When I was 10 my companion said it would be truly cool on the off chance that we set up our Pokemon cards together on the grounds that we would have a full set and additional items. This young lady trampled me and I said yes, we put the cards in deck boxes at her home and would play with them frequently.

For 11 years, my father was my soccer coach and before every soccer game he would make the team say the first rule of soccer: “The first rule of soccer is to … always have fun!”

I played text game first time ever in my life today and feel really confusing at the beginning. Fortunately, I learned computer science last semester and understand some of the concepts of the game, not so, I would not be able to play the games.

All of humanity will cease to exist if the monster is not stopped. I have created a monster so terrible and powerful. Now that monster has vowed vengeance on the human race. Feeling necessary to do so, I created a living human being from many body parts. This process is known as Alchemy. I felt it was necessary to explore and create such a creature to further the knowledge of science. Creating this monster was wrong; however, I did not realize that exploring this unknown topic would lead to such a terrible place. The monster must be killed.

Unfortunately, due to my relatively short life-span, growing up a mile away from the nearest people, and having a mother who has social anxiety among other mental ailments, I’ve had very limited interactions with people. Fortunately, my mother loves animals as much as I do, and was never shy to take one into our home. I have seen lots of dogs, nervous and thin or healthy and misbehaved, but the one that sticks out the most was Monster. He was one of our shortest fosters, just there for a few hours, and I know very little about what has become of him, but I know that we helped him. Monster was named so because he had been in a car accident which cause his eyes to bulge a little from his head, and he spent most of his life in a crate not nearly

Squeak! My shoes slide across the floor I’m going to do it this time was determined. I passed defenders left and right. I’m going to do it this time I will score.I arrived early that day in order to get in extra practice. I knew this was a crucial game. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My palms sweated and my heart was racing. I was ready.

When did doing something “like a girl” mean being weak? When did it become something that even as women, we portray in a negative way?

It happened in August 22, 2016. The time was unknown. The location was the park nearby my house. I was so close of getting the title called “Gym Leader” from someone else, but with one wrong move and my last Pokémon fainted.