Pokemon-Personal Narrative

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

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.

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.

Today, I was sleeping without realizing what time it was and my mom woke me up after she prepared breakfast. If felt like the time when I was attending school, she always prepared breakfast for me to eat after waking up, so I could eat and go to school. I went to my mom’s store (cafe), drank coffee, and went to [places] to catch Pokemon but only caught a bunch Eevees.. I even hiked a mountain, but why is there no other Pokemon? I took these pictures while I was taking a walk to catch Pokemon because I wanted to show my time* you guys.

This assignment brought me closure, the making of “The rose that grew from the concrete” brought me to tears literally. My sons birthday took place on a Saturday, and the drawings and final cuts of the paper were made the night before Friday. I made arrangements before hand, and decorated the basement with a Teen Titans theme on Thursday. I was feeling bitter sweet about my sons birthday since he was turning five. I believe that this year was harder one me, since he had just started school for the first time. As I pressed play on my final product a million things ran through my head.

My hand were sweating, hovering over the buttons that controlled my character. You’ve gotten this far, I thought to myself, Don’t screw it up! I pressed the A button to confirm my decision, trembling at the thought of my attack missing. And… YES! The opponents knocked out! After months of preparing, I did it! And it wasn’t even hard!

In June of 2014, my best friend Liam asked me a question that has really shaped who I am today: “Do you want to play Dungeons & Dragons with us on Friday?” Earlier in the year, Liam talked about the game and showed us the different sorts of creatures in the Monster Manual, and he often talked about how it was like The Lord of the Rings, even though he knew I never read it. I was not entirely sure what to expect, but I decided to go along with it anyway, mainly because I wanted something to do, and it seemed like it could be kind of fun.

She is my little bug. She is my mini me. She trails behind me like a lost puppy. She wants to be just like me. When she's hurt, I pick her up off of her little feet and dust her off. I give her kisses and she gives me warm hugs. When she wakes up in the morning she calls for me. If she has a bad dream, I rescue her from the monster. The way that she makes me check under the bed for monsters makes the happiest man alive. If she has a bad day, I'm always the one to make her smile and make everything better.

It was sort of an anti-climax for me as for the past three weeks I was desperate to complete the Pokédex of available Pokémon’s before the actual winter sets in here. The last character that was missing from my list was aptly called ‘Chansey” and I got it by chance today morning when I missed my usual bus and found it in another bus route! Normally, this is not seen in the wild and most people known to me got it from hatching 10 KM eggs.

Do you how it feels to be cheated on when you were madly in love with that person? There was a girl named Dominique Carter. She was in love with a boy named Dominic. She knew how it feels and she wanted revenge to those that hurt her, so they could share the pain she felt. Dominique was plotting revenge, and she knew just how to do it. She was hurt because her own ‘boyfriend’ and ‘best friend’ betrayed her.

The only thing that lies ahead is darkness. I was born only for revenge, a killer from the shadows. To cause others misery and pain. This is all that I am and now you know too, but you can never escape the storm that is coming.

The summer after the eleventh grade was planned to a tee;I had a job working the classic nine to five and I had plans to shadow a doctor in my spare time. But on July 6, 2016, my summer was thrown one of the most difficult curveballs of my high school career. In the beginning, Pokémon GO was something I could glance at from time to time;it wasn't hard considering that the app crashed every few minutes. But as time went on, the app’s increasing stability sucked me into a prison that used my nostalgia and awe as the shackles that bound me to this augmented reality. Soon enough, all I could think about was Pokémon GO. I was hell-bent on capturing every Pokémon and collecting every item in the game. I would climb trees, run around in circles, and trespass on private property, just to catch that CP 550 Eevee. It wasn’t long before I put myself into life-threatening situations.

One Autumn afternoon seven friends sat around a table preparing for the greatest adventure of their lives. The group gathered here that day to participate in a popular role playing game titled dungeons and dragons. Each player of the game had his or her own hero to control to battle monsters and acquire loot from dungeons. Each friend took the time to create his or her own character, painstakingly choosing abilities, weapons, and armor. One friend sat at the head of the table. All observing eyes watched him expectantly.

The trip is quick and quiet; the weather feels wonderful and the air is crisp and clean. Veilstone is almost exactly how Dawn remembers it years ago—the neon lights of the game corner are harsh and bright, even in the daytime; the gym stands strong in the corner of the City; the department store is bright and colorful. However, one thing that has changed since the girl’s last visit was Team Galactic’s headquarters, which had recently been converted into a Pokémon stadium. The girl wonders if she and the other champions would be having official meetings and battles there.

One day, my family and his family went to a picnic together. Sitting in a corner and played on my phone, I pretended my friend came across something that did not go well and I was trying to comfort her because I really did not want to play or have a chit-chat with my cousin. Unfortunately, my mother figured it out that it was a lie, so she led me with my cousin to go to find the store. When we found the store and bought the stuff my mother told us, we came back. Along the way back, at first we did not have any communication like before and he walked in front of me to avoid the quarreled. All of sudden, a big spider appeared in the path. I was fearful of the spider when I was a child, so now I did not dare to walk through it. I did not know what I should do and wanted to run the opposite direction. I wanted to seek help from my cousin, but because of our bad relationship, I gave up. He walked through and did not notice my unusual action. I stood there for minutes to came up a better way to back the picnic place. Surprisingly, my cousin came back in hurry.