The Walrein
Vicinal Dragging for the Truth
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Lucardevoirzard’s Big Adventure!
Hey guys, I noticed a lot of you are all rebooting your fics today, so I decided this would be a good time to finally reboot Some Average Days In A Pokemon Daycare. I’ll try to keep it to the spirit of the original work as much as possible, so I’m only going to make a few minor adjustments to the fic: First, I’m getting rid of the original ensemble cast of quirky Pokemon protagonists and replacing them with a single Lucario-Gardevoir-Charizard hybrid character, who will be completely serious and broody all the time without a single trace of quirkiness. Second, I’m changing the setting of the fic from a bucolic-yet-vaguely-mysterious Pokemon Daycare to a secret laboratory run by the Team Rockevonangers Department Corporation, a combination experimental Team Rocket division/evil megacorporation/shadowy government agency. Third, the genre of the fic will change from comedy/drama to a hardcore erotic-romance bildungsroman. Now, presented for your enjoyment, is the complete first chapter of the new fic:
Alright, obviously there is no such chapter. Because – unlike you – I have some moral standards. You probably clicked on this thread thinking you’d be in for some lighthearted parody of the concept of Pokemorphs or Pokemon hybrids, didn’t you? Oh, a Lucario-Charizard-Gardevoir morph, how droll! How amusing! How laughable!
But to the tens of thousands of Arctozolt and Dracovish suffering from poorly-functioning bodies because someone thought creating a wacky mis-matched hybrid would be ‘fun’, the subject of Pokemon hybridization is no laughing matter. These Pokemon’s lives are an endless agony of perpetual near-hypothermia or asphyxiation, and yet you think this is a suitable subject for light comedy. Well, I’m here to say that the lives of hybrid Pokemon are not a joke, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
Do you even know how many pet Purrloins and Lillipup get sent to the emergency room every year because some ‘comedian’ decided it would be ‘funny’ to try and duct-tape them together to create their own amateur ‘hybrid’ species? No, I’m not going to tell you the number. It’s not my responsibility to educate you. Look it up yourself. I bet you’ll be surprised. Do you have any idea how painful it is to take off all that duct-tape when your body is covered in fur? Imagine the worst experience you ever had pulling off an old band-aid, multiplied by a thousand. But you’re not doing that, are you, because you’re too busy laughing over the ‘amusing’ mental image of a Purrloin and Lillipup taped together.
Despicable. Just despicable. You should log out, turn off your computer, and spend the next several hours re-thinking your choices in life.
You’re still here, aren’t you? Is there something you want from me? Oh, I’m sorry, you were expecting me to tell you a joke, weren’t you? Very well then, you can have your joke:
Q: What’s worse than a paper-cut?
A: Two paper cuts.
Q: What’s worse than two paper-cuts?
A: The pointless suffering of thousands upon thousands of Pokemon hybrid species.
Q: What’s worse than the pointless suffering of thousands upon thousands of Pokemon hybrid species?
A: Your sickening attempts to find any humor at all in this situation, you absolute monster.
Zing! How’s that for a punchline?
Oh? Are you still not satisfied? Fine, then. Highlight the ‘blank’ region below the initial paragraph to get a big surprise.
Did you try it? Surprise, there’s nothing there! Look, I warned you that I was done making attempts at April Fool’s jokes for today. You have no-one to blame but yourself for your disappointment. And don’t you dare try to leave a ‘Quag’ emote on this post. Quagsire is a pure, innocent soul who has no desire to be turned into a vehicle for your cruel mockery.
TLDR: Stop laughing.
Hey guys, I noticed a lot of you are all rebooting your fics today, so I decided this would be a good time to finally reboot Some Average Days In A Pokemon Daycare. I’ll try to keep it to the spirit of the original work as much as possible, so I’m only going to make a few minor adjustments to the fic: First, I’m getting rid of the original ensemble cast of quirky Pokemon protagonists and replacing them with a single Lucario-Gardevoir-Charizard hybrid character, who will be completely serious and broody all the time without a single trace of quirkiness. Second, I’m changing the setting of the fic from a bucolic-yet-vaguely-mysterious Pokemon Daycare to a secret laboratory run by the Team Rockevonangers Department Corporation, a combination experimental Team Rocket division/evil megacorporation/shadowy government agency. Third, the genre of the fic will change from comedy/drama to a hardcore erotic-romance bildungsroman. Now, presented for your enjoyment, is the complete first chapter of the new fic:
Alright, obviously there is no such chapter. Because – unlike you – I have some moral standards. You probably clicked on this thread thinking you’d be in for some lighthearted parody of the concept of Pokemorphs or Pokemon hybrids, didn’t you? Oh, a Lucario-Charizard-Gardevoir morph, how droll! How amusing! How laughable!
But to the tens of thousands of Arctozolt and Dracovish suffering from poorly-functioning bodies because someone thought creating a wacky mis-matched hybrid would be ‘fun’, the subject of Pokemon hybridization is no laughing matter. These Pokemon’s lives are an endless agony of perpetual near-hypothermia or asphyxiation, and yet you think this is a suitable subject for light comedy. Well, I’m here to say that the lives of hybrid Pokemon are not a joke, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
Do you even know how many pet Purrloins and Lillipup get sent to the emergency room every year because some ‘comedian’ decided it would be ‘funny’ to try and duct-tape them together to create their own amateur ‘hybrid’ species? No, I’m not going to tell you the number. It’s not my responsibility to educate you. Look it up yourself. I bet you’ll be surprised. Do you have any idea how painful it is to take off all that duct-tape when your body is covered in fur? Imagine the worst experience you ever had pulling off an old band-aid, multiplied by a thousand. But you’re not doing that, are you, because you’re too busy laughing over the ‘amusing’ mental image of a Purrloin and Lillipup taped together.
Despicable. Just despicable. You should log out, turn off your computer, and spend the next several hours re-thinking your choices in life.
You’re still here, aren’t you? Is there something you want from me? Oh, I’m sorry, you were expecting me to tell you a joke, weren’t you? Very well then, you can have your joke:
Q: What’s worse than a paper-cut?
A: Two paper cuts.
Q: What’s worse than two paper-cuts?
A: The pointless suffering of thousands upon thousands of Pokemon hybrid species.
Q: What’s worse than the pointless suffering of thousands upon thousands of Pokemon hybrid species?
A: Your sickening attempts to find any humor at all in this situation, you absolute monster.
Zing! How’s that for a punchline?
Oh? Are you still not satisfied? Fine, then. Highlight the ‘blank’ region below the initial paragraph to get a big surprise.
Did you try it? Surprise, there’s nothing there! Look, I warned you that I was done making attempts at April Fool’s jokes for today. You have no-one to blame but yourself for your disappointment. And don’t you dare try to leave a ‘Quag’ emote on this post. Quagsire is a pure, innocent soul who has no desire to be turned into a vehicle for your cruel mockery.
TLDR: Stop laughing.
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