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| Not What I'd Call "Smashing"; A rejected character fic | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 10 2008, 08:36 PM (65 Views) | |
| Penguin | Apr 10 2008, 08:36 PM Post #1 |
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Well, he's a platypus. They don't do much.
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10 days. In a mere 10 days the official list would be decided. Pikachu and Pichu waited impaciently in their yard. Pikachu was munching on an apple. "I can't take this any longer," Pichu whined. "I'm so nervous...when Sakurai chose the fighters for Super Smash Bros. Melee, I just barely got in. I can't even control my electricity problem." "It's ok," said Pikachu, taking another bite of an apple. "I'm sure you'll make it in. They'll probably give you more standard Pichu attacks, such as Charm." "I hope so," replied Pichu, grabing an apple and biting it. He put on his goggles and walked around, hoping he could make the time pass more quickly. "Pikachu's probably in," he thought to himself. "He's been in both other games, and he's the most popular Pokémon..." He let out a sigh. He walked back home and practiced his electric attacks for a bit on a tree. He used Thunder, but the lightning bolt hit him as well, and he fell to the ground. Miserable and exhausted, he walked into his house and went to sleep. |
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| Penguin | Apr 10 2008, 09:09 PM Post #2 |
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Well, he's a platypus. They don't do much.
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9 days. "It's been 9 whole days since I've had a pacient," Dr. Mario thought to himself. "It's good that less people have been sick--just bad for me." He picked up a bottle of Windex, sprayed it on a window, and began to wash it. He then noticed a photo on the wall. "Ah, I remember these days..." he pondered, "Super Smash Bros. Melee was fun, but alas, I was young. Techincally I still am, considering I was cloned from Mario in 1990, but that makes me physically the same age, yet he has so much more energy than me..." Dr. Mario plucked at his gray mustache and continued to wash his windows. "Doctor, we have a pacient!" his receptionist, Paulita, stated. Dr. Mario walked out of his office to great his customer. A smile waved across his face. |
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