Slash and Burn-A Pokemon Gold AAR

[Nuka-sama]

Chapter One: War Never Changes

i don't want to be a rat if that's what your asking -Masada​

War...War never Changes...The Old World was consumed by fire, and in its ashes, a new world emerged. Horribly mutated animals, called Pokemon, dominated the Earth. Humans were forced to band together in settlements in order to fend off these beasts. However, where some saw fear in these creatures, others saw the potential for power. They trained these beasts to harness their powers, and turned them upon the people. The elite trainers ruled over cities with the power of their Pokemon, and the people, without modern weapons were powerless to fight back.

This world....is hell. Education, health care, the economy...all centered around these Pokemon. Thousands die from routinely curable diseases due to the resources dedicated to healing Pokemon. It's time someone took a stand...this is my story

But first I have to wake up....

My name is Nuka. I'm a resident of New Bark Town, Eastern Johto, a colony of the Greater Kantonian Empire. We're one of the poorest towns in the region, as we have no warlord to help fend off wild Pokemon. My own father was carried away last month by a swarm of Rattata. We had to wait two weeks before we could recover his carcass, eaten beyond all recognition. With Champion Dachs not allowing pensions for colonists, we have been forced to move to a two room hovel, where I have a radio, a broken tv, and a Commodore 64. All things considered we live in the nicest hovel here.

I have been asked by the crippled Professor Elm to deliver an important package to researchers in the next town over. As I walk to the lab, I notice EQ, a resident of the NBT Ghetto looking eerily into the lab. I understand where he's coming from; tamed Pokemon are very nutritious meals, and most residents of NBT are desperate for food of any sort. But the most important thing is EQ owes me ¥1000. However when I ask for the money he angrily pushes me aside.

As protection for my quest, the Professor was going to give me a handgun. Unfortunately, the gun deteriorated, and instead offered me a Pokemon. I could choose Totodile a water shooting dinosaur, Cyndaquil, a hedgehog on fire, and Chikorita, which could shoot vines and such. With Cyndaquil being the only lethal Pokemon available, I chose him without hesitation, and named him Masada.

Unfortunately, all Masada could do was lunge himself at opponents. Frustrated, I wrote a last will, and told Mom if the Rattata feasted upon me to not even bother coming to find me. As she tearfully waved goodbye, I sighed and walked into the distance. This was going to be a short journey.

House Rules:

-Murder Everything I don't catch
-Release on Faint

 

[Omega124]

So, is this a Nuzlocke run? A Cyndaquil only run? Fire-only? Or just Fallout themed?

Also, Toditile is a crocidile and Cyndaquil is a echidna. Chikorita, howeer is a dinosaur.

 

[Nuka-sama]

This? This is hell

No, just release on faint/kill everything

 

[Nuka-sama]

Chapter 2: Walking On Corpses

don't you know how to take screenshots-fc
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Despite my initial reservations, Masada was quite good at murdering the woodland creatures on the path to Cherrygrove City. Though a handgun would have been quicker, and easier, I took a certain amount of satisfaction watching the Rattatas who had murdered my father being mauled by my Pokemon. When I got to Cherrygrove City, an old man eagerly offered to take me on a tour of the city's many back alleys. I quickly declined and ran outside of town. As I continued, I noticed Masada was wounded, and I broke into a man's house in an effort to find shelter. It turns out there was a man there, and in what turned out to be a remarkably generous way to welcome my breaking and entering, offered me what he called a Berry. However, I saw him take it out of a package called "Roofies", so I gave it to Masada to hold.

I gave Mr. Pokemon something from Elm and he flipped out. I really didn't care, and I was quite happy that I was able to make the trip to his house. Maybe he'd take pity on me and call Elm to tell him I was a good courier. Maybe Elm could let my Mom live at his house and....oh god...no...I need to get home.

As I leave Mr. Pokemon's house, I get a call from Elm. Apparently EQ had been succesful in stealing one of the Pokemon, due to Elm being unable to walk. Unconcerened with his petty problems, I decided to make a mad dash to the safety of home. Cherrygrove City was fine but then, lo and behold...EQ.

EQ arrogantly blocked my path with his new aquatic dinosaur named TheLastJacobite, or TLJ; apparently he did not use the Pokemon for food, but rather to use it to help his raider lifestyle. Though Masada was supposedly weak against Water types, EQ saw the same frustration that I did, and TLJ could only scratch.

Masada and TLJ duked it out in an epic battle, and Masada was saved by the "Berry" he received from the creepy old man. With one last lunge, he bested TLJ

EQ was defeated and mumbled incoherently about his desire to become strong or something, and handed me ¥370. Frustrated, but happy that I was not dead, I arrived in New Bark Town, and was promptly detained. Professor Elm had called the police, and one of Dachs' brutal thugs was hunting down the criminal who had stolen the Pokemon. It was believed he was a revolutionary with ties to the Johto Liberation Front. Though EQ may have done a terrible thing, he was my first friend in New Bark Town, and had in some ways been a mentor. If he were captured, it could mean his death, and he was serving a noble cause. However, he still owed me ¥630. I knew what I had to do.

With this in hand, I was given an order to act on behalf of Champion-Emperor Dachs; Track down EQ and apprehend him for crimes against the Greater Kantonian Empire. Though I had no love for the Empire, Masada had shown me that by flinging his body at others, he could wipe out my problems, and by taking this journey, I'd be allowed to take him with me. I had seen the poverty of this world caused by Pokemon. This whole rotten system had to be taken down, and for that, we had to take out the Pokemon. I guess...I was in.

 

[Omega124]

No, just faint on release

I think you mean release on faint.

Anyways, this is extremly interesting. Subbed.

 

[Antilogic]

First time I've ever seen a Pokémon AAR. All right, I'll read it.

 

[Nuka-sama]

Chapter 3: Their Screams Brighten my Nightmares

Can't you do anything on your own?-Dachs​

Before I left, I had to talk to my mom. It was quite heartfelt, but there was something odd about the conversation, as if she was hinting at something. Confused, I asked her, and she straight out asked me to send money home. I couldn't believe it; I was going on a journey that was likely going to mean my death, but my own mother wanted to set up her own little pension fund. I had half a mind to say no until she threatened to have an "extended stay" at Elm's lab. Having walked in on him once "training" a Chikorita, I reluctantly agreed to send her money once in a while.

Working with the only clue the police were able to give, I headed to Violet City, where some punk named Neverwonagame blocked my path. It seemed he was beginning his own quest to become a strong trainer, forcing his slave animals to fight to toughen up. His "team" consisted solely of Rattata, and I imagined each one having taken a bit of flesh from my father. Masada slaughtered them without mercy, and with no one to protect him, I robbed him, taking his money, supplies, and shoes.

Despite having robbed him and humiliated him, Neverwonagame asked me for my phone number. He seemed incredibly annoying and bad at training, so I declined. However, I witnessed one of the saddest sites of my life, as he prodded his Rattata with a stick, tears in his eyes, begging it to get up so they can get "stronger". Though he was annoying, I felt a little remorse, and left his tennis shoes for him.

As I continued on to Violet City, I had an idea. My cousin lived in Blackthorn City, and if I were to take the route connecting it to Violet City, he might let me borrow one of his stronger Pokemon like his Dragonair. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the cave, it was completely dark, and after I got out, I asked a nearby resident what had happened. It turns out that the local warlord Terrance had took slave laborers from Cherygrove City and forced them to mine for precious stones and to clear an easier path to Blackthorn City. Unfortunately the miners rebelled, and Champion-God Emperor Dachs used his Dragonite to cave in the tunnel, trapping the workers. For three months, the slaves were trapped, fending off the wild Zubats and Geodudes, who slowly killed all of the slaves off, until the last ones died from starvation. It was rumored that Terrance was gearing up for another slave hunt to restore the route to working condition, but in the meantime, the route was unusable, the residents simply calling it "Dark Cave"

Haunted by the grisly images, I at last arrived in Violet City, where I saw a school. Though I myself was completely illiterate and had no schooling, I was excited. Perhaps Terrance was really a benevolent warlord who cared for most of his citizens and was only following orders from Dachs. Perhaps he truly cared for the people and the future of Johto. Excited I entered the school....

Empty....Empty. There wasn't a teacher in site. In fact, this wasn't even a school. No this was a "Trainer Academy". Terrance was tired of being the bottom rung of Warlord, and wanted more power, so he was training an army. However, without adult supervision, these kids had turned the academy into a brutal and violent place. Two children's carcasses were found in the corner, being gnawed on by Rattatas, as a reward for their hard work. It seemed a massive bullying problem was here, and murder was a common fate for the weaker students. One kid, Piggy, was reading a book about potion applications on humans to see if it was poisonous. It was, apparently. I could barely contain my rage. Johto already had a population problem of natives, with not enough children being born. Was Terrance really going to allow half of a generation of Johtonese to be wiped out? I wasn't going to wait to find out. I was going to take the fight to him.

Sorry for the size of the screen shots, one more update with the bad sizes, and then the problem will be fixed, sorry everyone, and comments are greatly appreciated, I'll name a trainer or something after you

 

[Jos Ballenbak]

Cool, for a Pokemon AAR I'll always sub!

 

[Dachs]

Wataru has arrived

the new screenshot resolution will be most welcome

 

[Antilogic]

By the way, this is effing hilarious. Who doesn't love the rat or the goldfish?

 

[bestrfcplayer]

Wow. Really great work here on you AAR! It'll be interesting to see how far you can get.

 

[Luckymoose]

I used that exact image in my Fire Red AAR.

 

[SamSniped]

Subbed to this. Seems interesting. And morbidly hilarious

 

[Double A]

I demand Umbreon.

 

[Dachs]

I demand Umbreon.

This ain't comp play, chief. Umbreon isn't as useful in SP, especially since it doesn't get very good STAB moves in Gen2.

 

[Nuka-sama]

Splitting the update into two XD

 

[Grandkhan]

This is amazingly hilarious for some reason and I must subscribe.

You must not stop until you are Lord Nuka, Tyrant of Johto.

 

[Nuka-sama]

Chapter 4: I Shatter Your Dreams With a Smile

I did not authorize this transaction-Thlayli​

Breaking and entering into Terrance's lair, I had the misfortune of having to engage in combat with one of his minions, Travis898. Travis took one look at my Pokemon and mocked it for being from Johto, claiming all the good Pokemon were from Kanto. Masada easily bested his puny birds without issue, and after my victory, I claimed not only his cash, but also the carcasses of his Pokemon. I hadn't eaten in days, and cooked bird seemed like a fantastic delicacy to me at the moment.

Terrance was up ahead, but I looked at Masada, a little worried. I had no doubts that he would be able to beat Terrance. But I didn't want to beat Terrance. I wanted to stomp him. I wanted Masada to take his mother's precious Pokemon and roast them on a cool flame. With his minion's Pokemon slung over my shoulder, I stared Terrance down as I walked out of his base, looking around for a place to strengthen Masada. I saw a tower, and curious, I asked a man what was there. It turned out that after the bombs dropped, a plant had grown around the massive cross there, and the radiation turned the plant into a giant Bellsprout. The Bellsprout accidentally crushed off the two arms of the Cross, inadvertently turning the worship of the cross into worship of the Bellsprout. The Bellsprout kept the tower up, and it was protected by Pope Thlayli and his altar boys, who all used Bellsprouts in honor of the Pokemon that kept the tower up.

All I heard was everyone used Grass-types.

After Masada and I had roasted Pidgey, we went into the tower, and burned everything. Altar Boys and Monks desperately threw their Bellsprouts at Masada, and Masada burned them without remorse. The Pokemon who they thought was near divine and they had devoted their lives to raising these Pokemon were being burnt before their very eyes. It was truly a wonderful sight as I watched their life's work burn before them.

After I defeated an Altar Boy named Yui, Masada had a strange glow. I was freaking out, as I thought my animal weapon might have reached its limit and was dying. However, Yui assured me that Masada wasn't dying, and in fact, it was evolving. However, he noted my expression, and told me that if I truly loved Masada as he was, then I could have him remain a Cyndaquil. Curious, I asked if he would get stronger if evolved. Yui confirmed this, but asked if I loved my Pokemon, did I really need him to be stronger? The answer of course was Yes, they do need to be stronger so they can stay alive while they slaughter their competition. The evolution would not be hindered, and in full majestic glory, Masada evolved into Quilava, becoming that much more potent at killing other slave animals.

As I approached the Pope and His Holy Throne, I noticed EQ had already beaten the Pope, and was openly mocking him. This invigorated me greatly; if the Pope was calling EQ "skilled", there was nothing for me to fear.

Despite having just watched his Pokemon get thrashed, Pope Thlayli was more than willing to take me own with the Pokemon he had bonded with. He had trained them for decades, and in a real all out battle, there was no way he would lose.

As the battle was about to start, I realized this wasn't just a normal fight; there was something bigger at stake. At one time, religion had been a vibrant part of human culture, feeding into every aspect of its stories, interactions, and lifestyles. But now, not only had Pokemon made a mockery of it and dominated it, but now these monks devoted their lives to the worship of this Pokemon. Not only did I need to kill off the last of these Pokemon, I had to cleanse Johto of this tainting influence. But first, I had to shatter Thlayli's party.

Tears filled his eyes as he watched the Pokemon he had trained his entire life burn in front of him. But I wasn't done yet. I looted the tower for funds and treasure, and as I was leaving, I noticed a statue of the Bellsprout and for the first time I noticed...really noticed...its mouth. And then I understood how the trainers could spend so much time with their Pokemon yet they were still so weak. Incredibly disgusted, I barricaded the door and ordered Masada the Quilava to set fire to the building. As the Pokemon worshiper's greatest sanctuary went up in smoke, I strode in to Terrance's base once more to finish what I started.

I'm gunning for you Terrance....

 

[Omega124]

Since this is Gold (and thus no awesome Skarmory), I suggest you get a Sythcer with Fury Cutter as a nice back-up to your Quilava

 

[Double A]

This ain't comp play, chief. Umbreon isn't as useful in SP, especially since it doesn't get very good STAB moves in Gen2.

That is entirely beside the point, which is Umbreon is awesome.

Espeon would be fine too, I guess...