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I’d would say the following:

I. A M. B R OKE.

It was a pain being an early rout gym leader. It didn't matter that I used steel types. All someone needed was a fire type to beat me. I took it up with the pokemon league and made a proposition.

I asked if I could hold an event. I wouldn't use a specific type. A memorable experience for expert and novice trainers alike. I'd use a team of my favorite pokemon and battle anyone that challenged me regardless of badge count.

Luckily for me, Geeta of Paldea was a lax champion. She was okay with me doing it. When I got back to town, I got to work setting up the perfect team from my early years when I did the gym challenge.

When my gym's doors opened, I was greeted by a sea of trainers, all wanting to see what team I had set up for this affair.

I stood smiling as the first trainer approached, her dark completion complimenting her black ponytail with strains of green hair falling over her eye. She had a fire in her eye as she challenged me, "Gym leader Saber, I challenge you to a battle!"

"Of course, to who do I owe the honor?"

"I'm Nemona, a champion rank trainer!"

'This should be interesting.' The battle started with her sending out a Lycanroc with me sending out Tantrum, my Great tusk, as a counter. Tantrum's brick break beat it down effortlessly, but they did get a good Accelerock in before it did.

Nemona's next pokemon was a Goodra. I switched Tantrum for Slush, my Baxcailibur. I hoped an Ice beam would end it quick, but a Thunderbolt pushed Slush within an inch of her life. I wasn't expecting the electric-type move, but it wouldn't keep us down.

Her next mon was a Pawmot. Spark, my Rotom fan, soon stood in Slush's place. I could hear the roar of the crowd as we battled. It reminded me of Ryme's gym and how she let the crowd's cheers empower our pokemon. Nemona had Pawmot use close combat, but Spark was out of the way faster than you could blink. One air slash later, and Pawmot was down.

Orthworm was next on the chopping block. Shadow flare, my Houndoom, ended it with a flamethrower, simple as that. Her Dundunsparse was next. My Tinkaton, Sweety, squashed the overgrown worm with a Gigaton Hammer.

It was as easy as that. She was down to her last pokemon, and I hadn't lost one. All I could do was smile. By Arceus, it felt good to be a trainer again.

The man in the mirror

Really? I don't like chunky unless it's for baking

Wow, great work! You expressed his rage and grief so well. Thank you very much for sharing.

Edit: Corrected an autocorrect >_<

Planet - Idris

Landmarks - The Hollow, Palace of The Fell, Wayfarer's Pass

Song - Black Out Days by Phantogram

Best of luck!

A Vivillon sweep is usually enough to teach cocky kids to respect bug types, but I like the all-out stomping in the story

Beautiful! I love the protagonist's joy at re-entering the cycle of life again. Thanks very much for posting this.

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Molasses flood is also reasonably well known. These both usually get brought up in videos talking about weird history

First gyms for a League are always tricky. They want them to not be impossible for beginners, but also have the possibility of being a later gym leader depending on wherever the Trainer starts their Journey. Not everyone gets to start in the same city as the region's professor.

My name is Kunsai "Kuro" Kuronosa, and despite the nickname, my favorite type is Normal. Tgere's just something so amazing as seeing the potential of "boring" made powerful. This isn't the first region ti have a first gym be Normal...the Unova region changed their gym structure a few years ago, and a young scholar named Cheren took over first gym duties in one part of the region.

When I first got accepted to this gym, it had been after years of hard work as a trainer, and my team of all normal types were all fully evolved and trained. "You need a lower ceiling, a fresh start for the newbies." I was allowed to breed my beginner-friendly team, under strict guidelines because even the ones I chose could be very powerful with the right moves...but I was only allowed two Mon...I chose to breed a Lilipup, as my Stoutland had been a wonderful companion and her child was strong, but I was forced to use a Ratata for my other...frail thing it was, a good attacker could knock it out in one or two attacks...

But as the time went on, I started being derided...even the "weaker" Bug and Grass types were higher in gym level than me, and it started to grind my gears... I decided that I would stop messing around with someone who thought them above me. I gathered my best team, all six, and put on a bracelet I thought I was going to have to retire permanently...

I walked over to my favorite Mon...a pink squish ball that I just loved to hug when I was down because it was comforting...She had been with me the longest, and when I had heard about a special power for her, I searched it out. This time, I pulled out a pouch with a bead-like object on a string and holder. "Well...Next punk who thinks they can skip me and come back for easy pickings is in for a real challenge...and You're going to be right there." I placed the object over the Mon's neck, or best approximation, and gave her a few squishy headpats before walking towards the door.

"Leader Kuro, we have a young man here searching for his 5th Badge...You have a regulation team to use for this!" One of the trainers who studied under him arrived just as he was leaving the room.

"5th badge, eh? I'm going to stop holding back..." I pulled out a Pokeball that was pure red, usually only handed out for special occasions, and opened it facing my favorite behind me. After the recall, I walked towards the gym floor, 6 Balls fixed to my belt.

"B-but Sir! Not following regulation could-"

"Screw the League and that "regulation" of theirs...I didn't spend all that blood, sweat and tears training so hard to end up the laughing stock of trainers everywhere!" I made my way to the floor, and looked at the young man who had entered...He looked like a punk, complete with leather jacket and ripped jeans.

"Come on Teach, this will be easy...I've got your number and this will be a breeze!"

"State your name, for the record Young Man." My tone was clear, and a little annoyed...it had been less than 5 minutes and he was already insulting me.

"You can call me Blaze, sucker." The punk was being rude, and that was obviously some street name he made up to look big...I bet his real name was Maurice or Terrance or something like that...

"Well then, challenger...this will be a 6v6, if you think you can handle that."

"OOoooh yeah! I got your number loser! It don't matter how many you use, I've got you all figured out!" The punk was brash, and full of bravado.

I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Release your first Mon, Challenger."

The punk smirked. "If you insist! Go! Pangoro!" *He tossed what looked like a Great Ball, and, as he stated, out popped the angry panda Pokémon..native to Alola...and super weak to my ace.

"Well then...I think it's time you met an old friend!" I tossed out the all-red ball, and didn't miss the look of disbelief on the rookie's face when he saw my Cherish Ball...and certainly, he thought there must be a monumental monster inside....when out popped the cute pink blob from earlier...and Audino, with a small round stone hanging on its body.

"Joy has been there through thick and thin...do you think you have what it takes to beat her?

"The match is between the Challenger's Pangoro and Leader's Audino. Switching is allowed, but will be considered a forfeit. You may begin."

I smile, and raise my my arm with the bracelet on it. "It's been a while Joy....You ready?" At the nod from the Audino, I raise my arm, and touch the Keystone embedded into it...Joy is surrounded by a cocoon of energy, and comes out almost pure white, with fluffier ears.

"Draining Kiss."

I like the idea although I kinda don't like the ending.

Good work

I woke up in Godsmirror, a vast salt flat that hardly sees rain. When it does, the myth goes that the flat is so large that God could see his own face and be blinded, and so the name stuck. I don't know when, but it rained.

My body was surrounded by an inch of water that stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. Piles of salt pierced its placid surface, standing as monuments to the wind. A great shadow stretched across me, granted by the enormity of the Kings - two marble spears that dared to pierce the sky in their ascent. As I grew aware of my position, of the duality of wet and dry, a thought emerged from the depths of my mind:

Go west. Keep walking until the horizon bleeds fire. Someone there is waiting for you.

Impossible, I judged. I traveled this world from end to end. There's no other souls here.

When I first landed on Dur, the mission was simple - gather some samples, report back to the Merchant Fleet, grab a permit for planetary harvest from the Galactic Council, and return with the fleet so we could get to work. Dur, as far as we knew, had some resources that the Cosmic Bazaar had no claim on. The salt from Godsmirror was one such resource.

I didn't expect to run into the snowstorm that obliterated my ship.

Ganna's Folly is a small island southwest of Godsmirror. Named for the fabled explorer Ganna of Ferrous IV, the island has an anomalous snowstorm that batters at its sands perpetually. Contrarily, the island is never iced over. The terrain and plant life remains relatively warm, but good luck surviving long enough to dig a hole. If the wind or the cold don't get you, the ice spikes will.

And get me, they did. Tore straight through my ship and sent me hurtling into the sea. Thank God for the ejector seat.

Long story short, I've been stranded here for five years. Been wandering for so long that my clothes have torn to shreds from the wear and tear. Travel has been tough; survival, even tougher. At times, I've fallen unconscious. A few times, I could've sworn that I died from one danger or another, and yet, like clockwork, I end up back in Godsmirror. Whether or not it rained is how I gauge my luck. If it rained, it's a good day to travel.

I've never traveled far enough to see the horizon "bleed fire," which is strange, considering I've spent far too much time circling Dur, looking for someone - anyone - to help me get off this planet, but I'm not going to stop until I find a solution. I've got someone waiting for me back home.

Go west. Someone there is waiting for you.

I got to my feet and checked the sky. The sun was on its rise. I've been here long enough to know it sets in the west. Checking the shadow of the Kings, I followed it as it stretched across the salt flats. As my eyes met the horizon in the distance, a peculiar pillar of light emerged, notching the horizon with a temporary mark.

Taking a heavy, deep breath, I rolled my shoulders and shook the dust from my bones, disturbing the mirror as I started to make my way west.

Planet: canine

Features:

1. Tennis ball mountain
2. River of treats
3. Garden of bones

Theme song: who let the dogs out

Be sure to buy the dip of the dip of the dip of that last dip!

I'm an American and I knew about both of them. 🤷 The things you learn after being on Reddit for years.

The crows eat carrion - a more foresty version of vultures.

I love this! It's exactly what would happen if aliens learnt about what we do in the name of a god.

The forest will consume her.

Thanks for the read. Loved it.

I always knew that saying "please" and "thank you" to Alexa would pay off

I don't get it. Are the crows supposed to represent that the dog and foxes killed her and the worms are actually going through her corpse?

What did he write?

A first love reappears in a man's life.. he suddenly feels alive, hopeful, and looks foward to every message..over time they discuss getting back together. He opens up his home and heart to her with a condition that he does his best to explain and tells his story about how he got clean and sober..and is willing to go the distance if she can abstain from the hard stuff..but his message was ill received and miss read..she thinks he is judging her and putting her down and the messages end in a volatile way with her throwing in his face his past mistakes. This happens on Christmas day..a week later she begins troll him on Facebook and telling awful things from his past on other people's posts..humiliating him in front of good friends and family....he blocks her after sending a message back through a post she has just trolled..saying these things happened 18 years ago..and I'm glad it stopped where it did..your acting psychotic....go! This is a true story as of tonight, it's been 18 years, and I blocked her tonight! Let me know if you like this start..and send me your ending at buck welch @ Facebook..or jasonbuckley6679@gmail.com..I just have an ominous feeling right now.