Pokémon quick writing dump sprint organization thread?

[candycanearter07]

The light shone down from above, filtered through the trees until only a trickle of light made its way down to the forest floor. Bugs of all sizes chirped and played and interacted. The human standing there, however, seemed far more out of place, especially given the urban clothes and simple Pokemon-themed bag they had been clutching with their life. Occasionally, they snapped their eyes to the novelty poketch on their wrist, watching the pendulum swing until they could leave this death trap. This forest was one of legends, one that claimed hundreds of the most talented trainers, and this kid lost to a Caterpie, landing them in this mess. After an agonizing 5 minutes passed, they finally let go of the breath they were holding for nearly half an hour. The dare was over, and they could go back to the playground. Except.. where was it? A wave of panic filled them, and they sprinted in a random direction, hoping to find their way out, and they found their way... to trip on a passing bug and straight into a mud pile. Despite the laughing and teasing about being a Clodsire by the other kids, they felt relieved to have made it out with their life.

 

[candycanearter07]

Kicking the door down, I stormed straight up to the quest giver, quivering before me. "That last one was a death trap!", I screamed. "How can you label a firey volcano trek as a low difficulty?!". "w-well, quest submitters give the rarity labeling..", a feeble voice rose out from behind the wooden counter. The desk was too pristine and well-crafted to smash, so I instead stomped my foot on the floor. That turned out to be the wrong decision, however, as the rotting wood beneath me was not as sparkling new as the desk. Tumbling down the sudden sinkhole, a large cave floor came up to greet me, nearly skewering me on a stalagmite, but thwarted by some rope. "I'm not paying for damages!", I shouted up through the celing, and a muffled voice of anger greeted me. I could deal with them later, that building was so much of a hazard any court system would give me the victory. The real issue now was getting out.. I hadn't thought to bring any of my mons with me to complain, but a couple empty pokeballs were scattered on the ground from the guild supplies, and none of them seemed too damaged. They would have to be pretty durable to handle being thrown at such large creatures, anyway.. Stumbling through the large cave, swatting away the 50th Zubat, I finally found my ticket out: A sleeping Drillbur! Tossing a ball at them, they went down quite easily, thanks to the sleep weakness. Dig did the rest, and in a couple minutes, we found ourself back in front of the quest organizer, complaining and requesting compensation for the incident, which never came. At least I got a new friend out of the whole thing.