A old bearded man, completely drunk, walk in a dark street. Blood fall from his face, probably because he fight recently, as always. His mind, full of violence, looking for a pokemon to grab, he don't really want a new one but... You know... Alcohol. He will probably use his new friend as a shield, a meat shield.

Even with more than 2 grams in his blood, he's still alert, ready for a little battle. he let his stalgamin leave his pokeball, wall side by side with him. He always though he's ugly, with his big smile on his face, full of hapiness... Disgusting. Ugly, weak... What a stupid pokemon. He really have Zaya in the nose after that.

He continue walking with this little girl for something like thirty minutes, retaining his foot to shoot in the icy girl who's shaking like a vibrator when a shadow move in front of him. A wild pokemon. Perfect. Arkeley smile, taking a pokeball from his belt and checking if his own are ready to fight... She is. Perfect. Let's start a little fight to awake the old man.

–Show me what you've got, little pumpkin, show me you can old the pressure to be my pokemon.

Code by Wiise sur Never-Utopia

Évidemment, si Jameson espérait retrouver des adversaires d'un niveau proche de son ancienne vie, il allait devoir faire de gros efforts. Un vrombi... il pouvait simplement mettre un coup de pied dedans pour s'en débarrasser mais... Ce n'était pas l'objectif. Il fallait que cette jeune stalgamin s'entraîne. Voyons donc... Le type acier lui posait problème. Il utilisa donc une capacité qu'il n'utilisait pour ainsi dire presque jamais faute de connaissances suffisantes : le téracristalisation.
Son Stalgamin prit donc le type sol pour obtenir une résistance à son adversaire et s'ensuivit un combat d'une mollesse affligeante qui se conclut sur la victoire de son pokémon.

Il ne prit même pas la peine d'utiliser une pokéball contre cette créature insignifiante et repris sa route, titubant.

Code by Wiise sur Never-Utopia