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In this story you can hop between realities following these rules:

 

No more then

 

These measurements are based on your home reality.

 

Your home reality is the one where you start your journey from.

 

When you hop to another reality you switch your mind with anybody who is there already.

 

If you hop to a different reality then your home reality from another reality then:

 

Reality 3 contains you.
Reality 2 contains the person from reality 3
Your home reality contains the person from reality 2

 

If someone dies then the person whose reality he/she home reality changes to that of the person who died. (Using the example above , if the person in your home reality dies your home reality becomes reality 2. If the person in reality 2 dies then the home reality of the person from reality 2 becomes
3.)



Written by Catprog on 22 August 2004

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You decide to travel to a video game. But which one will you choose?



Written by catprog on 20 April 2006

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You decide to travel to the pokemon world. However before you can jump you must decide your new body

 





Written by catprog on 20 April 2006

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Well what pokemon are you going to be?



Written by on 01 June 2006

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You choose you... as Mewtwo! Power, good looks... he's got it all. You decide to be *another* Mewtwo, though; no sense interrupting the original in his frolicking with Mew after he finally found happiness after the first movie.

 

...

 

There's a flash of light as the world fades around you.

 

A burst of inter-dimensional flame relieves you of your clothing and body hair. Before you can blush, your lower abdomen fuses together and loops down between your legs.

 

You feel like an anchored rope in a tug-of-war as your new tail archs up behind your back. Your neck and shoulders snap, crackle and pop as you shoulder blades become more pronounced and the Mewtwo neck handle bursts out from behind your head. You skin gets smooth yet tough, like well-worked leather, as your legs snap into digitigrade.

 

Although painless, it feels like your feet and arms are simultaneously in a vice and taffy puller as your feet become two-toed, your arms lose muscle mass and your fingers fuse into threes.

 

Finally, it feels like someone sticks three huge suction cups on your head and yanks, giving you two stubby horns and one stubby muzzle.

 

As your surroundings solidify into some random cave, you feel the psychic engines start up. It's nothing radical; it just feels like all that stuff you've wanted to do can be done now....That's all.

 

"Woo..." your voice manifests itself psychically as you stumble and fall down like an ass. Soon you catch yourself, though, and get the hang of movement. Excited, you scoot off around the cave to find something shiny to admire yourself in. At one point, you knock over a Geodude which looks at you crankily.

 

"Geo Geo DUDE!" it cries.

 

"Dude," you thought-speak, "C'mon. How on earth could evolution develop a whole species of creatures who are all equipped with the ability to use human speech, but can only say their own name?"

 

"Pues, lo *siento!* Tengo difficultiados con ingles, OK?" it goes off. You ponder that.

 

Finally you find a reflective rock and admire yourself. Yea, you're Mewtwo. Nay, *a* Mewtwo, one of your own. Patting your muzzle speculatively, you plan the next move.



Written by Mr.Peaches on 23 July 2006

Shopping! star star star star halfstar


You think to yourself; what's the good of being in the Pokemon world... if you don't get to socialize?

 

With a zing and a zip, you teleport your mighty Mewtwo butt to Cerulean city. The hustle! The bustle!

 

The buildings lined up one after the other! All the peoples. And there! There, the huge mall! The ultra Poke Center of commerce! You start floating over the ground in a very gnarly manner.

 

Needless to say, all eyes are on you. As you pass by, everybody stops what they're doing and stares. You figure, most of the world didn't learn of Mewtwo's existence in the plot of the first movie, but they'll know you're a Pokemon, none the less.

 

"Hank?" An old woman calls as you pass by.

 

"Mmm?"

 

"There's a Pokemon in the driveway."

 

"Use a repel spray on it!"

 

But you're gone. Soon, the double doors of the mall open, and before you lies a room the size of a football stadium, with grand sweeping escalators far in front of you, and diagonally to your right and left at about 45 degrees. All the place is jammed full of stores, carts, pushcarts, vending machines, wholesales, partial sales, used sales, arcades, food stalls, mercantiles, dentists, barbers, cobbliers, hosiers, clothiers... everything. I mean, this is Edmunton Mall caliber.

 

Again, you make quite the splash, astounding everyone you pass by with a wink, a three-fingered handshake, or a friendly psychic "'sup?" and a nod. In rapture, you skate around the place on a cloud of psychic energy. A security guard comes up to you.

 

"Um... I gotta getchoo outta here, buddy," he says.

 

"Aw, c'mon, man; I just wanna shop," you reply.

 

He didn't know you could talk. "Huh?"

 

You continue on.

 

Soon you emerge from a clothing store with some custom shades and a jacket with a Master Ball stitched on the back and "Master This" stitched on the front. You enter an arcade and negotiate a "diplomatic" transaction of tokens from the clerk. You give a nod to a wild-haired Pokemon lad who's standing next to you on the other steel pad of Kanto's version of Dance Dance Revolution, put in some coins (with your MIND, no less), flip your shades onto your horns, and start dancing.

 

The guy next to you stares at you. He looks you over. He looks at his buddies, mouthing silent questions. His buddies don't have any answers. He looks back at you. He shrugs.

 

He joins you in dancing.

 

...And legions of curious Pokemon trainers amass outside.



Written by Mr.Peaches on 23 July 2006

Doot, Doot, do doot doot doo... star star star star halfstar


After a few rounds of dancing wonderment, you decide to leave off the arcade and hit the rest of the mall.

 

"Good game, good game," you say to the wild-haired lad next to you, shaking his hand (the feel of your three fingers making him cringe in surprise.) "What's your name?"

 

"Um... T...J?" He says.

 

"Good game, then TJ good game," you finish. Putting the shades back down and the rest of your tokens into TJ's hands, you turn from off the pad, and put the flashing colored lights, clinks and beeps of the arcade mostly behind you... to face a living wall of rambunctious, scab-kneed, field-scarred Pokemon trainers all goggling at you, measuring you, trying to gage your type. "Anyone got a Pokedex?" you hear someone say. No one seems to.

 

You start to wonder about your choice to come to Cerulean as Mewtwo. Sure, you can help yourself to anything in the mall... but it weighs a little heavily on your conscience (although you *will* be keeping the jacket and shades), and you've started to attract a bit more attention than you'd bargained for. You head out into the main area of the mall, maybe fifty trainers all backing away cautiously, still analyzing you. You can't see which store you'd like to enter next with all these people; now civilians are joining in the rubbernecking. This is getting uncomfortable. You rub a horn thoughtfully.

 

"I'm sorry to have caused you folks trouble--"

 

"GET IT!"

 

"Wha?"

 

The trainers are rushing you! Closing in on all sides, pokeballs appearing in their fists, they're fighting to get you first.

 

"HOLD IT!!" Yells a security guard. Everyone stops. You clear your psychic throat.

 

"Um, Mr.Guard, I'm sorry to have caused--"

 

"If you boys wanna catch this Pokemon, you do it in the Mall Arena! I won't have you tearing this place down!"

 

"Wha?"

 

"TO THE ARENA!!!" Before you know it, you're herded off.



Written by Mr.Peaches on 30 July 2006

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Looking around you see THOUSANDS of people who have come to see a mewtwo allegedly be caught and tamed... you might have to fight your way out of this



Written by kaparadude on 25 May 2008


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