Post by Kuroboom on Mar 8, 2009 10:57:04 GMT -5
Vermilion City
On a pier, a young man with a lean look to him was looking through some pay binoculars at the ocean. The view was lovely, but he wasn't looking for scenery. He checked his watch and then looked back to the water. A few bubbles rose to the surface; everything was on schedule and he disappeared into the crowd.
Down at the docks two old men were fishing, as old men are prone to do with their time. The sun was shining, Wingulls in the air squawking, ship horns blowing in the distance, it was paradise for them. They had spent their youths working at these very docks loading and unloading cargo freighters but now came only to fish and relax. George had a bite. "Oh it's a big one!" he exclaimed to the ire of his buddy Sancho. "George, for thirty years you've said dat every time you get a bite." "I know but I know THIS one is a big one!" George replied "You say dat every time too," Sancho uttered with a grin. However, it seemed George DID have a big one hooked as his rod began to bend severely. His eyes widened as he yanked back and began reeling it in. This one's a BEAST! Sancho turned to watch his friend battle the fish. "Hey, I guess it is a big one, eh?" Sancho said with a chuckle. George nearly had it and with a grunt, he pulled the rod and out of water a huge green creature lunged at him. It had two monstrous eyes and huge, buck teeth. George barely missed getting his hands bitten off by the fish which landed on the dock with a loud thud before flopping back into the water, taking George's rod with it. Sancho looked wide-eyed and asked "WHAT DE f*ck WAS DAT?" as he watched its fin go back to open water. There seemed to be more fins popping up in the water too. More green ones like that fish's fin. "Let's call it a day," came George's shaken voice. Rapidly gathering their things, they turned to leave when a loud bubbling caught their attention. Horrified, they turned and looked back at the ocean when suddenly, a massive, yellow tentacle rose from the water and slammed down, the edge of it missing them by no more than 20 feet. The shock wave knocked the two old men down but they got a good look at the tentacle. It was broad but flat and had caused massive damage to the ground due to it's weight. Another tentacle rose up and slammed down a block away. George and Sancho dropped everything and ran for their lives. The dock workers had followed suit. Another tentacle rose up and slammed down and a pointed head began rising up in the ocean. It had two bulbous eyes and a mustache but no visible mouth. The Nannerpus had risen.
On a pier, a young man with a lean look to him was looking through some pay binoculars at the ocean. The view was lovely, but he wasn't looking for scenery. He checked his watch and then looked back to the water. A few bubbles rose to the surface; everything was on schedule and he disappeared into the crowd.
Down at the docks two old men were fishing, as old men are prone to do with their time. The sun was shining, Wingulls in the air squawking, ship horns blowing in the distance, it was paradise for them. They had spent their youths working at these very docks loading and unloading cargo freighters but now came only to fish and relax. George had a bite. "Oh it's a big one!" he exclaimed to the ire of his buddy Sancho. "George, for thirty years you've said dat every time you get a bite." "I know but I know THIS one is a big one!" George replied "You say dat every time too," Sancho uttered with a grin. However, it seemed George DID have a big one hooked as his rod began to bend severely. His eyes widened as he yanked back and began reeling it in. This one's a BEAST! Sancho turned to watch his friend battle the fish. "Hey, I guess it is a big one, eh?" Sancho said with a chuckle. George nearly had it and with a grunt, he pulled the rod and out of water a huge green creature lunged at him. It had two monstrous eyes and huge, buck teeth. George barely missed getting his hands bitten off by the fish which landed on the dock with a loud thud before flopping back into the water, taking George's rod with it. Sancho looked wide-eyed and asked "WHAT DE f*ck WAS DAT?" as he watched its fin go back to open water. There seemed to be more fins popping up in the water too. More green ones like that fish's fin. "Let's call it a day," came George's shaken voice. Rapidly gathering their things, they turned to leave when a loud bubbling caught their attention. Horrified, they turned and looked back at the ocean when suddenly, a massive, yellow tentacle rose from the water and slammed down, the edge of it missing them by no more than 20 feet. The shock wave knocked the two old men down but they got a good look at the tentacle. It was broad but flat and had caused massive damage to the ground due to it's weight. Another tentacle rose up and slammed down a block away. George and Sancho dropped everything and ran for their lives. The dock workers had followed suit. Another tentacle rose up and slammed down and a pointed head began rising up in the ocean. It had two bulbous eyes and a mustache but no visible mouth. The Nannerpus had risen.