the_taken
King of the Impossible
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Possibly Important Information About Pokégirls
As an author of the PkG World, I get a couple of special powers:
So let get started:
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Being on my own I can do. But in this post apocalyptic world, all of my skills are useless. I only have one option if I'm going to survive, let alone prosper in this fucked up world, and that's by registering as a Tamer. The sex with exotic and possible fury women is a big plus, but statistically 35% of tamers are never heard from again for various reasons. It's that tough of a job.
I've just made it into a small town, less than 10k people. I didn't see a sign, but it's probably got a perverted name a three year old would come up with. I can see a large white building with a large Pokéball and red cross over the main door. A Pokégirl centre, a place to take the test to become a Tamer and all the responsibilities of being the glorified super-weapon sex-slave dealer.
There's a girl out front near the entrance. She looks human, but some Pokégirls do. She's a Caucasian brunette, wearing a long T-shirt that's a bit big for her, and some simple brown boots. No pants, but the shirt is long enough to reach mid thigh. She isn't overly endowed, so if she is a Pokégirl, she's a low tier evolution.
Decision: What's my next move?
Decision: Whether I talk to the girl, or head strait into the centre, I need a name. My real name won't do, since the S-Goth's are probably looking for it to show up. I need an alias.
As opposed to the regular subject matter on these boards, where a girl is ravaged by multiple penises, I'm wanting a story involving one dude with access to many vaginas. The Pokégirls setting is a dirty cum-ocean of crossovers that kinda facilitates it. The premise of the world involves a super depressed mad scientist unleashing innumerable sexy super powered babes some 300 years ago whom have since gone wild and feral. The Pokégirl Tamer job class emerged, with parallels to the Pokémon Trainer, with the added benefit that the Pokégirl Tamer gets to fuck his girls because they really need it.
It is extremely important to the story telling that the Tamers do not ever enter battles as serious contenders, though criminals do love to have them targeted.
The current trend in the Pokégirls community is that every author has started a story involving them as a self-insert MC, because an anti-human alliance had figured out how to summon the authors to the Pokégirl world. They want to force the authors to change the world for their benefit, and naturally hilarity ensues. The authors escape captivity, and run amok.
I want in on the action, but I have a few blocks. So I decided to try and make it a CYOAs and get some committee magic into the mix.
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So, here's the deal. Humans are extremely squishy. There's been bazillions of attempts of getting an MC that can hold its own on Pokégirl level combat, and these become extremely contrived, lamp shaded or Narutarded. The self-insert series is supposed to keep the MC as the power level of a human, which is why the author him/herself is the MC. But...
It is extremely important to the story telling that the Tamers do not ever enter battles as serious contenders, though criminals do love to have them targeted.
The current trend in the Pokégirls community is that every author has started a story involving them as a self-insert MC, because an anti-human alliance had figured out how to summon the authors to the Pokégirl world. They want to force the authors to change the world for their benefit, and naturally hilarity ensues. The authors escape captivity, and run amok.
I want in on the action, but I have a few blocks. So I decided to try and make it a CYOAs and get some committee magic into the mix.
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So, here's the deal. Humans are extremely squishy. There's been bazillions of attempts of getting an MC that can hold its own on Pokégirl level combat, and these become extremely contrived, lamp shaded or Narutarded. The self-insert series is supposed to keep the MC as the power level of a human, which is why the author him/herself is the MC. But...
As an author of the PkG World, I get a couple of special powers:
- The Author gets a Legendary Patron. This is a Pokégirl equivalent to a Legendary Pokémon. The author does not automatically get to bang her, she's just there to give the author a push.
I chose Moantwo. - The MC knows everything the author knows, being the author him/herself (in this case me). What's in the public knowledge, what isn't, everything I've made up. (I'm so gonna abuse this.)
- Having a sense of being "on-screen". example: if Typhonna (PkG Godzilla) shows up, and you know it's going to be a comedy, you might survive
- Psychics and Mystics cannot divine the MC's location using their powers. This isn't much help if I keep telling people my real name...
- As a side effect to being an author and either being a trapped god or physical manifestation of The Cosmic Awareness, mind reading attempts against the MC fail and can cause serious injury to the attempter.
- After chapter 5 or later, the MC can identify any Pokégirl her sees without error. Even if he sees an invisible or disguised one.
So let get started:
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Being on my own I can do. But in this post apocalyptic world, all of my skills are useless. I only have one option if I'm going to survive, let alone prosper in this fucked up world, and that's by registering as a Tamer. The sex with exotic and possible fury women is a big plus, but statistically 35% of tamers are never heard from again for various reasons. It's that tough of a job.
I've just made it into a small town, less than 10k people. I didn't see a sign, but it's probably got a perverted name a three year old would come up with. I can see a large white building with a large Pokéball and red cross over the main door. A Pokégirl centre, a place to take the test to become a Tamer and all the responsibilities of being the glorified super-weapon sex-slave dealer.
There's a girl out front near the entrance. She looks human, but some Pokégirls do. She's a Caucasian brunette, wearing a long T-shirt that's a bit big for her, and some simple brown boots. No pants, but the shirt is long enough to reach mid thigh. She isn't overly endowed, so if she is a Pokégirl, she's a low tier evolution.
Decision: What's my next move?
- Talk to the girl. Ask her what's going on and why she's outside the centre. (2)
- Talk to the girl for an extended conversation. She's kinda cute, and pantless. (1)
- Nod politely to the girl, but head inside first. That's Tamer's License is top priority. (1)
Decision: Whether I talk to the girl, or head strait into the centre, I need a name. My real name won't do, since the S-Goth's are probably looking for it to show up. I need an alias.
- Rocky Bullwinkle. It's so silly and far out, plus the other authors will get the joke, if they were pulled in too. (3)
- Derick Cockerbiggens. A name that'll fit right in with the locals. Hopefully no locals have the name, itself.
- Ron Stoppable. It's punny, and brings the powah of fanfiction into play. I may attract a certain athletic red-headed Pokégirl down the road... (2)
- Cid Phillips. Screw driver joke. Also a Toy Story reference. Some Pokégirls like toys.
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