Alg Plays: Pokemon Vietnamese Crystal 8 - spooooky Halloween edition!

Entry posted by Alg November 1, 2013

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OoooOOOOoOOoooo!

IN THIS PART: I use some pot, encounter the WATER ARMY, and gain a budge that may or may not actually exist. And also get to be about halfway through the gyms. That's something, right?

As the title suggests, this part is going to be scarier than the others. There will be ghosts. There will be monsters. There will be monks. Be wary. Dead men tell no tales.

[spoiler=Here there be ghosts]

Moving trees. Yep. Must be the wind. Definitely the wind.

Okay it's not the wind.

Luckily, I came prepared! Before heading into these dark, obviously haunted woods, I consulted a guide on how to survive a horror movie!

...Of course, the fact that I'm a young girl who's alone in these obviously haunted woods means I'm already guaranteed to die, but maybe I can salvage the situation. I just need to refrain from checking any strange noises or having sex in the middle of nowhere, and I'll be home free! Maybe this girl can help! If we work together, we can-

-Get so high that we don't really care about the monsters anymore! Brilliant!

So we went to see her sister. We asked for pot.

We did not get pot.

Tell me when this stops being funny, I kind of feel obliged to post it once an episode.

Anyway, back to the tree:

Here goes... Something?

And it attacks at a brisk pace.

...These are some crazy drugs.

It's almost enough for this game to make sense.

Anyway, a bit later, this happened.

Then this,

That one is Ariados in both English and Japanese. I'm genuinely surprised that they almost got it.

Now I've made it through the obviously haunted woods, and have reached an obviously haunted city.

So I'm going to back track a bit.

I regret everything.

The game continues to provide double entendre after double entendre as temptations, BUT I REMAIN FIRM

By which I mean I said "Hell yes!" and got an eevee

Not an Eevee. Nevermind.

Anyway, time for the plot.

No shit

This looks like a job for a PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR! Sadly there's just me.

Hey it's that guy! The guy whose name I forgot!

That stalker whose name I forgot! And I'm alone and trapped in an abandoned, burned building with him!

And the monster is hunting for me, specifically!

You thought I was joking about all of the horror movie stuff, didn't you?

Oh good, we're fighting. If it was the opposite, we would have been easy prey for the monster.

SICIB now has an attack called EDU! I bet it's like Education! He's going to teach his enemies! I can't wait for an excuse to use this!

SICIB basically soloed this thing. DELAN (Whose name did not stick) cleaned up because I wanted someone else to get precious experience points.

Oh good, we're safe

Oh god, we split up.

Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They had trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraved, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.