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"Haha!" Logan slaps his knee. "What a exciting day today is. Crew!" He tosses a pokeball in the air, a Vandash materializing in the air. The helper pokemon blinks in confusion as Logan tosses the selfie stick at him. "Change the stream title right to the now. Lets call it..." He waves his hand in the air "Surprise Reunion, Heartwarming?" He snaps his fingers, "And dont forget the hastags."

Eighties stars at the pair of you. "Um what's going on?" She glances at you and Logan suspiciously. "You didnt tell me you two knew each other."

"Um kid, look I like fans and all." Logan lowered his shutter shades to glare at the kid. "But can you cut the chatter, kinda messing with the audio of the vid." He tries to shoo her away. "Can you wait a bit, well do a photo op, ill give you free merch, it'll be the biz. Buuuuut I'm trying to smoke pewdiepie here, can't do that with drama."

Eighties stomps her foot, her face red. "I DONT GIVE A TITTY TWISTING FUCK WHAT THE BIZ IS, IM IN THE MIDDLE OF STORMING THE FUCKIN BASTILLE AND HERE YA ARE TRYING TO SHOO ME OFF CAUSE YA GOT IT UP YOUR ARSE THAT THIS IS SOME KINDA A SET PIECE?"

"Aw... cut!" He slid his hand over his neck as Vandash turned the phone off. "Way to go twerp, now I'm demonitized." He sighs. "Hate kids."

"I hate you the fuck too." She glares at the two of you. "Now give me answers or I'll give ya eye a yellow dollarsign ya supreme skinned little wanker."

"Me?" Logan raises a eyebrow, tossing his shades to the hanginny behind him. "You seriously don't know who you talking to here? I'm the biggest deal in the region, bar NONE. " He grins, pearly whities glistening in the dust and gloom of the tower.

"Names Logan Paul, officially verified member of Blue Mark. Got Animago City on lock DOWN." His grin twists into a smirk. "Funny thing about those Johtions, you can't treat them like you do down in Kekkoh, they are all about the respect down here. But I give them that." He grabs the cuff of his jacket and poses, showing a glittering metal badge in the form of a noose. "They LOVE me down there."

"So your with the big blue boys we beat up." Eighties moves her accusotary finger from him to you. "Now Alex, why the hell do you know this clown?"

"Clown?" Logan says...

You figure she deserves some kind of response, especially since now is a TERRIBLE time for the team to fall apart.

>Even before you were in Anonymous, you were in Blue Mark, Logan was part of your team
>You and Logan faced off during the initial invasion, he took over your old black market daycare.
>You used to sell pokemon to Bluemark before Anonymous formed, not realizing how evil the team was
>You and Logan dated until he broke up with you for clout
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Some of you may be confused.

You are Alex Mason, a former terrorist turned Grand Cyclops of the local klan. You used to work with the notorious Anachronationalists known as "Anonymous" until you were declared legally dead from a incident involving Pokemon 9/11.

Now you are living in exile and have broken into a giant graveyard tower to stop a criminal fedora grooming syndicate that you just found out may be led by famous Youtuber and Gym Leader Logan Paul.

Is that confusing? I'm really not sure why, it seems kinda clear cut from here.

>Your team

Reznov: A immigrant Reptyke, yellow for some reason, doesnt hit that hard but is pretty durable

Chompers: intelligentz good boy, really strong, taken from salez lady an goodz for spitting and patz

Lynchie: A Kuklan, it basically was the head of the pokemon klan but you beat it up and took its spot. You havent really talked to it.

l33t: A upbotte raised on behalf of Todd Howard so he didnt have a dragon eat you. He can talk, but only in bad meme speak. You would rather he didnt to be honest.

Important links!

Clover Showdown:
https://clover.weedl.es

Pokemon Clover the actual Romhack:
https://poclo.net

Past games:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=pokemon%20clover
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>>4626670
>>You and Logan dated until he broke up with you for clout
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>>4626744
Huh I guess thats going to be the only vote.
Okay writing.
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"We used to date." You said not looking at Eighties. "Before the war and the like."

"Yup." Logan gave a wink, "I was her little pogchamp."

"Pogchamp? HIM?" She points at Logan in shock. "You used to date a steroided two faced bodybuilder wanna be duber?"

"...You didn't have to use so many adjectivies man..." Logan muttered. Shrugging as he lets go of you. "Look, she wanted publicity, I wanted pokemon, we were perfect for eachother."

"Until you broke up with me at the PWC."

He snorts but doesnt respond to that. "Look, what are you even here for? I was told we were under attack by some Kuklux, was that you? Why are you trying to rain on my parade bro?"

You glare at him. "Don't kid yourself, I was here to deal with the haunting music. I didnt even know you are here."

He shrugs. "Well at least for that I suppose. Yeah, the skeletons demanded we give them control over the jukebox or they wouldn't help us. Turns out xylophones are really important to them for some reason."

"Were important. We are here to shut you down." You reach for your pokeball.

"Oh? You are approaching me?" He raises his eyebrow. "Even though I can like, totally pound you."

>Yes asshole (Boss Fight)
>Yes Asshole (Fight him with Eighties)
>No (Have Eighties fight him while you break into the top floor)
>No, negotatie with Logan Paul to get him to let you pass
>Write in
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>>4628239
>>Yes Asshole (Fight him with Eighties)

>>4628218
It just returned
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>>4628239
>>Yes Asshole (Fight him with Eighties)
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Yes Asshole (Fight him with Eighties)
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>>4628239
>>No, negotatie with Logan Paul to get him to let you pass
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"Yeah asshole." You raise your pokeball and motion to Eighties to join you. "We are fighting, can't let Blue Mark get away with everything."

Logan sighs. "Fine, be cringe I guess." He grabs his drip jacket and tosses it aside, flexing his shirtless body at you. "Two on one? Easy. I'm about to beat you in the ring and in the stadium."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44rrr6gR75c

Logan taps his boxing gloves, two pokeballs welded inside them as he flings them with two air jabs.

The red orbs soar in the air until cracking open, two ghosts popping out, one some giggling peanut thing, the other a flying butterly made of bone.

Eighties looks at you. "Yo... Terrorfag... I um..." She looks embarassed. "I don't have a pokemon for this one."

"What?" You whisper as she pouts.

"Polossus has been through a lot! He's tapped out, and I can't use the other one except in emergencies, can I borrow one of yours or something?"

Ugh... complications.

>Lend them a pokemon for the fight (Name which one)
>Just use Polossus for now!
>Fine, go get a pokemon, ill hold him off (single battle till she gets a new random pokemon)


>Pick your opening pokemon
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>>4629964
>Lend them a pokemon for the fight (Chompers)
>Pick your opening pokemon (Lynchie)
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>>4630051
will go with this
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You toss your luxury ball over to Eighties. "Fine, take Chompers, we are going to need everything we got for this."

"Yeah ya do." Logan yells from accross the room as you and Eighties toss your pokemon. With a crack Lynchie emerges the white robed pokemon floating in the air, his torch burning red in his hand.

Now you know Lynchies a hard hitter... but you arent exactly sure why. He had to have been tough enough to lead a whole Clade of kuklux, but if he has any particular tricks... you havent asked yet.

Now time like the present to figure them out though.

Logans peanut pokemon chuckles at you, mocking you for your not knowing what actual pokemon it is.

>You do know Lynchie is a fire type, and a wizard, use some fire magic!
>Do some status stuff, weaken the foes and let chompers hit them with raw offense
>Write in idk its late
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>>4630454
>>You do know Lynchie is a fire type, and a wizard, use some fire magic!
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>>4630454
>You do know Lynchie is a fire type, and a wizard, use some fire magic!
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>>4630454
>>You do know Lynchie is a fire type, and a wizard, use some fire magic!
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dice please
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>4631357
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>4631357
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"Lynchie, roast those chestnuts."

Lynchie nods, spinning his torch in his hands, the flame trailing in a arc until a bright red ring arcs through the dusty air. Lynchie tosses the wand in the air, bright light flitting through the ring.

Clearly Lynchie is planning something...

He charges forward, sliding through the stone floor on his whispy form...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBb0DW7cQcg

"Wait..." Eighties mutterd. "Did the music change? How?"

Lynchie rises, clapping his hands, as he dances, fire spilling from the torch above and raining on the peanut.

"Nut nut nut!" The nutjobber laughs before a large wreathe of flame burns it.

Huh... Firey dance is a bit strange, but Kuklan looks even stronger for using it. It's special attack must've been raised.

"Nut nut..." Nut jobber groans before righting itself.

With a giggle it fires bright green orbs at Chompest, shooting Chompest with seed Bombs.

Chompest gasps as its hit, the blow leaving Chompest, dizzy... despite this, Chompest charges, teeth sinking into the calcium enriched Skeletroll flying above.

The skeletroll, for its part, flaps its wings, sending a dark shadowy bone hurtling towards Kuklan. The bone strikes Kuklan in the face. Kuklan glares angrily at the demonic dustox, its justified abbility furthing strengthening its attack. Though its physical this time.

>Use that phyiscal power to crack nutjobber open. No more type weakness nonsense.
>Knock skeletroll out of the side
>Surely you have a status move
>There MUST be a way to combo gunkshot. Gunk shot always works.
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>>4632087
>>Knock skeletroll out of the side
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>>4632087
>Use that phyiscal power to crack nutjobber open. No more type weakness nonsense.
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>>4632087
>>Use that phyiscal power to crack nutjobber open. No more type weakness nonsense.
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More dice
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>4633122
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>4633122
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>4633122
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You decide that enough has been far enough.

You nod to Eighties who stares at you. "I ain't fucking psychic what do you want."

"Improvise. You'll know it when you see it. Lynchie!" You slide your thumb across your neck. "Show nutjobber the rope."

"Nyuck?" Nutjobber babbles, somewhat concerned as Lynchie raises their wand, a red cord of flame unfurlling from it. The Firey Lash curls around Nutjobber. "Aw! Aw Nuts! Awwww nuuuuuuts!" The pokemon screams as with a yank, Nutjobber is lassod in the firey flame.

Lynchies raises his torch in the air, spinning the rod in a proppeller motion, and with it Nutjobber spirals in the air, once, twice, three times until...

"Now... Toss him to Chompers!" You instruct as Lynchie, face obscured by their perpetual hood, sends the lash crashing down on Chompers, Nutjobber being hurtled unflinchingly to the chest pokemon.

"Chompers! Poison fang!" Eighties notes as Chompers mouth opens wide and... crashes down on Nutjobber.

There is a loud crunch as the peanut is cracked in two...the two bits rolling aimlessly around. "Nut? Nut nut?" The meme monster, each piece wandering blindly in order to seek the other half of their wayward head...

Eventually the two pieces crash into each other, a slight thunk echoes out as the pieces stop their jibbering and fall into the bliss of unconciousness.

"Alright... you can pay bills." Logan says returning Nutjobber. "Shouldn't have let customs make me leave most of my pokemon at home... guess I ought to give up..." He says frowning, before swinging his pokeglove again, a third duskball sailing in the air.

"Well if this one doesnt work." Their is a glitter of gold as the ghost unfurlls from his ball, tassles rustling in the wind as the pokemon grins at you.

You remember this pokemon well... you trained this Machmona for Logan... wait... oh shit... you are actually good at training pokemon!

"Ooooh yeah." Machmona says, yellow eyes sparkling with excitment, he's raring to go.

Speaking of going, the Skeletroll is missing... odd.
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Um... turn stuff

>Fire Dance!
>Status moves, machmonas not goign to go down easily
>Avoid machmona! Go for Skeletroll!
>Write in plan
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>>4635813
>>Status moves, machmonas not goign to go down easily
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>>4635813
>Status moves, machmonas not goign to go down easily
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>>4635814
>>Fire Dance!
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>>4636456
>>4635901
dice i guess
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4637381
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

GO GO GO!
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>4637381
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You know this will be a hard fight, especially when Machmona immediately vanishes, quick as a blink. And by the time you blinked again he was back, grinning at Chompers with a smile that had even more teeth then the mimic did.

"Macho...boogabooogaboooga!" Machomona cries, waving his hand as his tongue rolls out. Chompers screams at the visage, flinching under the horror of Machmona's spook out.

Kuklan, under your direction, takes his staff and faces not towards your foe... but the grave stones, dull purple flames emerging from the dying regrets of the damned. The wisps charge at the superstar pokemon.

There is a gutteral cry as mach's tassles get singed by the dark spell. Hes fine... but its a nasty burn, which should help reduce his devastating wrestling prowess.

"Skelll... rololololololo! " You hear cried as Skeletroll emerges from phantom force, emerging from the blackened hells of cringe to slam Lynchie in the side.

Your wizards caught totally unawares, getting knocked over again by the barralling lunatic.

"Kuuuu KLAAAN!" Kuklan slams his fist in the ground, his torcha burning inferno. His justified abbility ticks in again, his perpetual rage at ghosts, darkness and all things unholy taking your... presumably cool headed mage and locking him in a perpetual inferno of seethe.

Or rather, hes pissed off.

>Hes burnt... nows a good time to switch off to someone who can stall better
>Hes burnt nows a good time to SET HIM ON FIRE
>Kuklan arent usually physical fighters, but Lynchies gone throw two stat raises. Maybe try something physical to hit that Skeletroll
>Something clever (Write in)
>Tackle Logan paul in the middle of the battle, hes a boxer but you are sure you can jump him. You can just kick him in the nuts.


>>4637537
barely out of the autofail range
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>>4638769
The picture represents how scared chompers was of spook out, its a very scary attack.
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>>4638769
pee pee poo poo
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>Hes burnt nows a good time to SET HIM ON FIRE
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>>4638815
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>>4638769
>>Hes burnt nows a good time to SET HIM ON FIRE
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Time for some firepower, lets see if you can pull out the big guns on him.

Or if you even have bigger guns then dancing.
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Do you want us to roll?
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

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>>4640193
Oh... yeah yeah i did.
sowwy
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4640197
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>4640197
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"Alright... your foes scorched." You smirk. "Now bring on the sear!"

Lyncie nods, hoisting his finger in the air as the music begins to emerge...

"Mach!" Machomona roars, rushing forward and swinging a gold studded fist. Lynchie is sent reeling from the sucker punch... but holds, in no small part thanks to Monas weakened attack! His eyes blazing in anger at the vicious attack, the cowards mark. The mark... of the catholic.

His strength raises yet again as his body becomes wreathed in fire! Macho screams in shock as the fires of hell crash against him.

Lynchie steps forward, his flame aura pushing against Mona as he snaps menacingly.

Meanwhile Skeletroll and Chompers are ducking it out, Chompers struggling to aim at the speedy underfly, Mudbombs being tossed at Chompers as the slow pokemon struggles to hit its gunk shot at the speedy flyer.

Its getting tense but... you might just win this!

>Keep pushing! More damage
>Switch targets while Monas distracted, hit Skeletroll so you can go for the double team
>Use another status move, if Mona's using sucker punch he cant move if you arent aggressive!

You can see the veins on Logan's head, hes about to pop a gasket.
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>>4641871
>Keep pushing! More damage
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>>4641871
>>Keep pushing! More damage
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>>4642729
>>4643101
Alright, d100 it is.
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Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>4643209
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Rolled 34 (1d100)

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You got this, Machomonas on deaths door, all you have to do is push.

"Alright, finish him! Fla-"

"Skeletroll, use Follow me!" Logan interrupts, everyones eyes immediately drawn to the glowing Skeletroll, a combination of flame and poison immediately blasting the foe.


"Skel..." The dead butterfly falls to the floor, collapsing in a heap of bones as you swear under your breath. You thought you had him, but... Skeletroll dont even learn that move naturally, he mustve trained it deeply all to...

"Close Combat!" Logan yells, as Machmona descends upon Chompers, the confused box helpless as the glittering elbow of Machmona falls from the sky, crashing into his false wooden frame.

"Chooooo..." Chompers spits out a gem as it falls over, unconcious.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacho!" Machomona poses. You should have known a gym leader wasn't going to go down easy, its not enough to be merely flawless...

But Machmona was barely there, and Closecombat made it even further along deaths door... Kuklans not doing that much better... but hes not burned.

You still have this, it all comes down to this wire.

>One final roll
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>4645238
>
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>4645238
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>4645238
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The air is tense as the two square off, but unfortunately for you... Sucker punch is just a little bit faster then fire is.

Machmona's hands are a blur as, with a loud Thwack, Lynchie hits the floor.

You sigh, its nonideal but you do have Upbotte still, all you have to do is switch pokemon and....

"Boss! Are you like, okay man?" You hear behind you as grunts start filing up... okay your running low on time.

Eighties looks around slightly panicked before she hands you Chompest's ball back. "Go go. I got this." She reaches for a pokeball. "Run and dont look back."

"But..." You start before she pushes you.

"I don't give a shite, fucking go."

You run as you hear the sound of a pokeball cracking open, there are some gasps, the sound of chaos as the mists of the cursed air covers the air.

Things seem to die down, its dead quiet... when suddenly.

"Ses."

>1/2
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You finally made it, you are at the top of the tower...

The air is cold here, even with the dim light of the lanterns burning above your head.

If you break the enchantment here, the Skeletons will be unable to keep their horrific music over this nation.

You approach the haunted sigil, ready to break this thing with the force of your pokemon when...

"Boo!" A skeleton leaps out at you!

"...Yes?" You stare at the skeleton, who stares back at you, its bone slumped in confused defeat.

"People are usually scared of that... at least the living are..." He looks at you curiously. "Hmmm... Why are you here."

"To stop team bluemark, and this awful music!"

The skeleton looks alarmed, or as far as it can without a face. "Please! The music gives us strength! Surely there is something else? Anything!"

>I want answers
>I want your help
>I want this music fucking gone
>I want write in
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>>4648360
>I want answers
>I want your help
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>>4649039
List what questions you want to ask if you dont mind, saves me the post asking for it after writing it.
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>>4648360
>>I want this music fucking gone
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>I want your help
>I want this music fucking gone
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Sorry guys lets speed this up.

You look at the ghost, with a sigh. "I want this music gone. I want my friend safe, and you." You point at the ghost. "Are going to help me with both."

The skeletons jawbone falls with a clatter. "You can't do that! We can only materialize in places spooky enough! Without the music we will be trapped in limbo."

He gets down on his knees the cold grip of death grabbing your leg. "Please! Please! Don't take away the music! I will do anything! We will do anything!"

Hmmm...

>If I can find or make a place spooky enough will you let me turn off the music.

>Sorry. *Unplug the jukebox*
>Sigh.... FINE! (Leave the music, gain the skeletons eternal gratitude)
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>>4654575
>>If I can find or make a place spooky enough will you let me turn off the music.
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>>4656659
"If I just... find a new way for you to become spooky enough will you agree to leave these people alone."

"Why... yes." The skeleton thinks. "I suppose why not, theres not much socialization here, what with the basedification those fellows are doing. Hardly leaves good conversation partners. But we'll need a spoooky enough vessel until we find a new home land..."

"Hmmmmmm." He looks you up and down, rattling slightly. "You could do! You are spooky enough!"


>Do you agree to let yourselves be possessed, until the skeletons are "Freed" you will loose one Pokémon slot to house the ghosts
>Break the seal you are running out of time
>Leave without breaking anything, this whole thing was a wash, you need to save Eighties
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>>4657343
>>Do you agree to let yourselves be possessed, until the skeletons are "Freed" you will loose one Pokémon slot to house the ghosts
yes
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>>4657343
>Do you agree to let yourselves be possessed, until the skeletons are "Freed" you will loose one Pokémon slot to house the ghosts
Sure
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>>4657650
>>4657546
"Fine." You agree as the skeleton nods, disappearing in a purple mist.

The tower seems to hum as you feel energy flow into you, the overwhelming you with raw spookiness. You do not feel powerful... you just feel cold.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq3TU5xvglc

The xylophones fade away, leading to the modest haunted music expected of a tower. You've done it, you broken the curse, and with it, the skeleton minions of Blue Mark, now they will no longer be able to... do whatever they were doing... huh you never actually saw their evil plan... maybe it was in the basement?

Oh wait... Eighties she still needs help! You got to save her... Though you arent sure you can even save yourself...

>Fight your way out, its time for a last stand.
>Get down there, get Eighties, and get out! You are sure you can improvise some escape plan on the fly.
>Just run out yourself, its unfortunate but you aren't sure you can do anything at this point.
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>>4660355
>>Get down there, get Eighties, and get out! You are sure you can improvise some escape plan on the fly.
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>>4660831
d100 please
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Rolled 61 (1d100)

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>4662800
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4662800
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>4662800
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Alright... you can do this. You are Alex Fucking Mason, you are only in a tower controlled by lunatics, you have 2 conscious pokemon, millitary training... and you are possesed by ghosts...

You look up and notice a air vent, formely occupied with blowing spooky fog throughout the building... Hmm, you have a idea, its a radical one... but it just might work.

You climb up to the vent, prying the grate off as you slip in, vanishing as you hear the commotion below you die down...

Minutes after you finish climbing in the vent two replyguys climb up into the room, scanning the area for any sign of you...

"Bro she like... escaped." One of the hipsters said, scratching his beard as another sniffs.

"That's... not good." The other mutters. "She could like, be anywhere, committing all sorts of racisms... We gotta tell the boss."

You watch them leave, peering through the vents.

"Yippie Kay Yeah...." You mutter.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR
POKEMON CLOVER 4: TRY HARD!
ALWAYS OFFENSIVE! RARELY FUNNY!
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>>4667962
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