The Perils of Pokemon Hard Mode
Perils of a Pokemon Nuzlocke
Hank's Kanto Journey
Based Off the Leaf Green Version
My name is Hank. I remember living in Sinnoh, watching my oldest sister start her journey at the age of ten. Cynthia's made a good name for herself. I remember when my oldest brother left on his journey, Then my other sister shortly after him. Both of them also left at the age of ten. I remember when we saw rift in space-time in the sky and our family moved to Kanto in fear. If only we stayed, for, I dunno, like, 8 more minutes? We would've realized that Dia took care of it already. But no, my parents were too scared. I remember finding my new house in Kanto. I remember meeting someone, A boy my age, who would not leave me alone for all I had to offer. I remember turning 10. What I do not remember is getting an awesome pokemon like my siblings and starting my own journey. I'm 15 now and wondering when I'll get to leave this town so that annoying boy Gary can kiss my pokemon training ass.
"I could just take Eevee." I said pitching to my Mom for the 50th time that I'm able to go on my journey.
"Yeah, let him take Eevee!" My younger brother Harold said. Harold was about to turn 9 in a couple months, and he was actually so much nicer than my other siblings, but he really wanted that Eevee out of the house.
"You are not leaving Pallet, and you are not even going to think about taking Eevee with you." Mom said. She had seemed a little scared for Eevee for a second. I must have found a crack in the wall. "There is no way Eevee is ever going out into Kanto."
"Why not?" I asked, hoping to get some decent feedback. "What is so special about this place that you don't like?" Then as if on cue, Dad walked into the room. Dad was a trainer once. From what I heard he was good too. He apparently met my mom when she was on a tip to Hoenn. She was invited to partake in a Hoenn contest and my dad was in Lilycove at the time, so he decided to try his hand at the same event. If I remember the story correctly, it was a Cool contest, and Dad barely won it with his Magneton. Mom came into a close second with her Manectric.
"Son, this region is a bit more… taxing…" He said. "The rules have been skewed somewhat."
"Like what?" I asked, finally ready to get some answers.
"Hank, this region is in a Nuzlocke." Dad said solemnly. Oh joy, just when I think I'm getting somewhere, Dad throws out a made up word.
"Nuzzock?" I repeated. "What's a Nuzzock?" Dad put his hand on my shoulder and sighed heavily.
"A Nuzlocke, Hank, is sort of a hard mode compared to the regular league rules." He said calmly. "The first rule is that in each new area, you are only allowed to catch the first pokemon you come across. If you accidentally run, or kill it, you've screwed up, and cannot catch another."
"That's not so bad." I said. "Sure it makes things a bit harder but a little training-"
"Stop right there Hank." Dad said. "There's another rule."
"What's the next rule?" I asked a little scared.
"Here, in the Kanto region," Dad began, "pokemon battles are very brutal. They rage on forever until…" Dad was starting to get tears in his eyes. "Until the pokemon dies."
My father let a single tear fall to the floor.
"Were you ever in a Nuzlocke?" I asked, feeling really bad that I threatened to take Eevee with me earlier.
"Yes." He said. "The Hoenn region was in a Nuzlocke too for a while, but there was a way to free it. I lost some of my greatest pokemon in that region. All I have left are four very dear friends. Two of which are back at Hoenn now, making sure that a Nuzlocke doesn't start again."
"Oh." I said. "I-I'm sorry. I won't go on a journey if you really don't want me to." I walked toward dad and gave him a hug. He didn't deserve to be reminded of his losses.
"Honey," Mom said. "If you really want to go on a journey, then go talk to Professor Oak. He should be able to give you a pokemon."
"Thanks." I said and started to walk out the door, but Dad stopped me.
"One more thing Hank." He said. "There are pokemon out there classified as legendary. You have to beat all of them barring Mew, who's on your side, and the region might just change it's Nuzlocke rules. And remember, be careful."
I nodded. I felt like crying but I needed to show him that I was tough. That I could handle this challenge. If I could make it here, I just might become the best like no one ever was.
Oak's lab smelled like fear, sweat, and some other third thing that I would rather not mention. "Ah, you must Hank." He said. "Here I have three pokemon. I 'accidently' traumatized them and their scared of me so could you be helpful guy and take one. I suddenly understood what the third smell was and was set to hightail it out of the lab when suddenly the door slammed and Gary came in panting.
"I want one too." He said. "And then we'll kill Hank's right away! Hahaha!"
"You, sir, are a little asshole." I said. "Can't you wait until tomorrow?" I was already scared of Oak when he said he accidentally traumatized the pokemon, but I didn't want to have to put up with Gary anymore. That was one of the reasons I'm even going on this journey.
"No way!" He said. "I'm not going to let you show me up this time."
"Well," Oak said. "Since Hank was here first he can choose his moles- I mean starter pokemon, first." I slowly walked toward the table with three poke balls. Each one had a different label. There was one labeled Fire, one labeled Water, and one labeled Grass. I'm not an idiot. I knew exactly what was in each poke ball and like any other trainer who likes awesome final stages I picked up the poke ball labeled Fire and sent out the Charmander inside. "Would you like to nick name that Charmander?" Oak asked. I nodded and nicknamed the Charmander, Fireball.
"Okay." Gary said. That's the fire type so I guess I want Squirtle." he said as he pointed to the poke ball labeled Water. He started dancing around with it and I was about to finally fricking leave that place when Gary said "Hey, Hank, let's battle our pokemon!"
"Now? Seriously?" I asked in disbelief. "You can tell by the professor's face as well as the pokemons' faces that they were just seriously moles-"
"Yeah, yeah, blah blah." Gary said interrupting me. "C'mon! A pokemon battle!." It was a battle for the ages Fireball using scratch, and Gary's Squirtle using tackle. It was as boring has heck, but Fireball managed to score a hit that left Squirtle severely injured.
"Unbelievable!" Gary said. "I picked the wrong pokemon!" I knew the Squirtle wasn't dead because I saw a tear come from it's eye when Gary said that. I quickly left with fireball for route 1.
"Thanks for saving me from that man." Fireball said as we were walking up the road. I wasn't too surprised to here him talk, as I had heard my dad tell me countless times all trainers understand what pokemon they own are saying.
"No problem." I said. "I wasn't a big fan of him myself."
"Where are we going?" Fireball asked.
"I guess for now, we'll go to Viridian City. Hop on." I said and motioned for him to get on my head. "Watch the flame though."
"Okay." Fireball said and together we stepped into an adventure that would prove to be both taxing and thrilling. We only had one goal as of that moment: Stay alive.