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All Henry Townshend had wanted was a nice quiet day at work in the open air food court where he could mumble "Can I help you?" and "Have a nice day." like a robot and not get into any trouble. He had become more mobile once he learned how to put the useless Clam back into its poke'ball. Unfortunately, as he arrived at his stall wearing his Quick Snack Attack apron and stupid paper hat, he discovered that wasn't going to happen. This discovery was made when a dragonfly THE SIZE OF A CANOE rammed into him and sent him rolling.
Henry's 'gear went tumbling as he crawled under the draped table of the opposite booth. It boasted fried foods and smelled wonderful. His ears rang and his chest throbbed. The photographer wheezed. "What...the hell?"
He could hear it now. That awful buzzing. And people screaming. Mothbats. Big red Mothbats everywhere HOLY GOD FUCK. He covered his eyes. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. His fort was suddenly overturned by three pissed off Spinarak fighting over a distressed fry cook. One of their many legs flipped his abandoned poke'gear over and activated it to reveal...
[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]
[--Henry Townshend crouched on the ground like a rabbit peeking through his fingers and looking very very surprised. It was then that a transformation took place on the young man's face...
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:I
BC
Horror Game Protagonist Mode ACTIVATE.
Henry pushed himself to his feet, twisted around, and yanked a fry basket from the bubbling vat behind him. Incinerated Magmar Curly Fries decorated the ground as he proceed to beat the everloving shit out of everything in sight that had more than four legs.
WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT, MR. PARAS? WOULD YOU!?]
"aaaaaaaaAAAHHHHHHGH!"
((OOC: Henry will respond to videos during luls in the carnage from under tables or perhaps even in the branches of trees, covered in dirt and squashed mushrooms since the pokemon themselves can't really be squashed--much to his dismay. He'll try. He'll try so hard ;-;. ))
All Henry Townshend had wanted was a nice quiet day at work in the open air food court where he could mumble "Can I help you?" and "Have a nice day." like a robot and not get into any trouble. He had become more mobile once he learned how to put the useless Clam back into its poke'ball. Unfortunately, as he arrived at his stall wearing his Quick Snack Attack apron and stupid paper hat, he discovered that wasn't going to happen. This discovery was made when a dragonfly THE SIZE OF A CANOE rammed into him and sent him rolling.
Henry's 'gear went tumbling as he crawled under the draped table of the opposite booth. It boasted fried foods and smelled wonderful. His ears rang and his chest throbbed. The photographer wheezed. "What...the hell?"
He could hear it now. That awful buzzing. And people screaming. Mothbats. Big red Mothbats everywhere HOLY GOD FUCK. He covered his eyes. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. His fort was suddenly overturned by three pissed off Spinarak fighting over a distressed fry cook. One of their many legs flipped his abandoned poke'gear over and activated it to reveal...
[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]
[--Henry Townshend crouched on the ground like a rabbit peeking through his fingers and looking very very surprised. It was then that a transformation took place on the young man's face...
<8[
:I
BC
Horror Game Protagonist Mode ACTIVATE.
Henry pushed himself to his feet, twisted around, and yanked a fry basket from the bubbling vat behind him. Incinerated Magmar Curly Fries decorated the ground as he proceed to beat the everloving shit out of everything in sight that had more than four legs.
WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT, MR. PARAS? WOULD YOU!?]
"aaaaaaaaAAAHHHHHHGH!"
((OOC: Henry will respond to videos during luls in the carnage from under tables or perhaps even in the branches of trees, covered in dirt and squashed mushrooms since the pokemon themselves can't really be squashed--much to his dismay. He'll try. He'll try so hard ;-;. ))
