So pokémon is pretty cool, yeah?
Yeah.

My brother likes pokémon and thinks he is the best at everything.
My manbag likes pokémon and was in a fucking pokémon ad. I think he's the best at everything.

Once he realised Manbag doesn't mind a bit of the pokémon, Rah pretty much planned out this pokébattle. He made a facebook event for December the 1st what, four or five months ago. I argued for the advanced planning allow time for preparation (and ensure I actually got some attention). Now Rah gets a little excited about his pokémon. Having no one to battle in this nature for awhile, poor unassuming Manbag was roped into what Rah calls 'the ultimate test of skill'.

I don't mind a bit of my pokémon either.

I get addicted. Bad. Pretty much, if you want a Porygon without being rat kid and just buying the coins, I'm your girl. I get really into things, as some may have realised, and I'm not too happy when I see this:


Manbag secretly eyelash-wished (yes, my most holy-of-holies) for me to win cause I was encourntering a frustratingly high amount of Squirtles, Staryus, Pikachus and Cherries. (Darn!)
And then I instantly won! I would've played the pokéflute (bodyslam? seismic toss?) then and there, but of course, it was the three of us on my bed, playing pokémon. But I was still very very happy with my three 7s. I'm way too easy to please.

Yes, I do hook up my Game Boy to my speakers for some surround sound pokémon action.
Well anyway, I'm off to the Game Corner.

Play again? ►yes
Bet how many coins? ►3
Start!
lined up!

Won 15 coins!
Play again? ►yes