BenTheVaporeon

(second person Tf) You were walking around in some old industrial ruins hoping to find some useful items.  Few people wandered around in this site because of its old and degraded state, many years ago it was a factory complex, but no more.  It did however get the reputation for being a good spot to look for items, especially rare plants and mushrooms that could be sold for a reasonable price. Despite this, you had not managed to find anything, and sense you had no luck outside you decided to check inside of a large nearby building. It looked completely deserted and like it had been for a long time, but also looked sturdy enough, or at least n

Amy had just finished all of her classes for a semester and had been trying to find a summer job for herself.  She was a physiology student in a large but mostly cheep collage close to a major city, her grades were only average at best, so her search was not an easy one.  She did not just want to work at a fast food restaurant over the summer thinking it pointless work that won’t go anywhere, but even if that was true, she knew she might be forced to if she could not find any “real” job. She was getting frustrated with her search before getting a mysterious email on her phone with a link to a website.  She followed the link

Into darkness (“warm up”) Cary was walking around a path during the day.  He was not doing anything specific today but did not want to stay at home.   After a while of walking, he sat down near a cave to rest for a bit, as it was hot out, and he had been in the sunlight for a while.   As he stayed in the shade for a while, he ended up dropping his phone down on the ground and fuddled around for it.  He did not find it right away so he took out a flashlight he carried around incase he got stuck at night and turned it on. A bight light then filled the cave coming from his flashlight, temporally causing him to cover his eyes.  Durin

(Second person TF) You are walking around in the woods, the trees are thick so you can’t see that far in front of you.   You stumble through some bushes and see a strange array of items set up on the ground. Right then, you see a man with a riolu there working with something.  You don’t have any time to guess what he was doing before he notices you.   You quickly try and run back as he gets up and approaches you, but it’s hard to run so close to the trees.  He then takes out some strange glass object and throws it towards you. The object then shatters on the ground near your feet, and seems to disappear, leaving no shards.

Scaling the Learning Curve Sam sighed as he walked towards the public library.  He really needed to find a job soon before winter came.  The region he lived in had a very mild climate, and was warm most of the year.  Despite this, during the coldest months of the year, it was far too cold to live in a tent like he normally did.   Sam was not what most would contester a stereotypical homeless person.   He traveled around most of the year and helped with projects around the region.  It was not the worst life, but it had always been hard for him to find a permeant job within this society.   He was about 19 years old, he never went to college,

{Uncertainty and fear rule this world}.  At least that was what Ben thought after the past series of events.  He had a condition well the cells of a pokemon or animal took root in your body and grew.  This condition was not a cancer were rouge cells grew and overtook your body.  Tumors grew and grew, leaving useless cells to grow until they killed the host, but this was different. The new cells grew like tumors at first but then seemed to disperse and spread throughout the body.  They then formed themselves into fully functional but inhuman organs and features, features that somehow looked identical to the person’s immune system.  What

The past day had been long, even if Ben really did not do anything during the time.  He had developed a contagious condition were a vaporeons cells grew inside of him and changed features.  The condition was not restricted to vaporeon, or even to pokemon.  As far as he knew someone infected by him would not necessarily become a vaporeon, but not much was really known about the condition anyway.  He had been picked up and placed inside an enclosed bunk inside of a tuck and locked inside with a transparent panel.  The day went on without him doing anything other than watching the others, and then eating the 1 time he was given food through an a

Ben opened up the letter, pausing as his shirt passed over the spot of blue skin that had formed on his arm.  He ended up dropping the letter as the patch of skin stung from the contact.   He then picked the letter back up, this time moving slowly to avoid the same mistake.   The letter was a notice stating that because he had become infected with “pokerus” he had to stay put and allow agents to take him to a special facility to prevent the spread of the condition.  After reading the expected letter he sighed, he did not want to go, but knew he did not have much choice, as he lived in a relatively populated area and was not in the